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2008 Form Challenges

#21 Terza Rima Sonnet

The Italian form Terza Rima was of indefinite length, using three-line stanzas or tercets. The the sonnet version is simply four stanzas and ends with a couplet that links back to the first stanza.

Although purists state all sonnets should be Iambic Pentameter, any meter or line length may be used, as long as all the lines are of the same length and meter.
The rhyme scheme is that line 2 of each stanza rhymes with lines 1 and 3 of the following stanza, creating an interlocking pattern. In the final stanza, both lines rhyme with line 2 of the preceding tercet.

The Terza Rima sonnet has the following rhyme scheme,
A1. b. A2... b. c. b... c. d. c... d. a. d... A1. A2.

Sweet Thunder

Such sweet, heavenly thunder as we kiss
My heart pounding loudly thumping
As our mouths unite in heavenly bliss.
Such sweet thunder, your heart beating
As our hands explore the pulsing heat
Pressing wildly against me throbbing
Uniting, filling, moving to the loving beat
Eyes half lidded as my hands caress you
Thrusting hard against me, bodies meet
Whimpering, crying as tremors run through
Hugging closely through descending hotness
Hearts still beating, beating, loving, true
Such sweet, heavenly thunder as we kiss
As our mouths unite in heavenly bliss.

Ryter Roethicle
Although the closure is often a repeat of the full line, it need only be a phrase or word, and in the example below Ryter only repeats the rhyme.
Suppose I die

Suppose I die, what would you think of me?
Is there a treasured spot saved in your heart
A place there saved, saying you loved me?
And that place saved, will it be a special part?
Or merely another image you recall at times
A conversation piece on which to start.
Oh! I remember him, his forms and rhymes!
I loved him once, but it was all too much
Now there is another on who the sun shines
But shine yes or shine no, my love was such
When I say it was intended to ever be
Forever will I desire you and your touch.
A love forever with my soul desiring thee
We may not share love now, but will in eternity.

Ryter Roethicle


Terza Rima Sonnet Challenge Replies

Maryse Achong

A Little Gratitude
Clarity
End Product
Saying Goodbye

Jem Farmer

Nightingales Song

Ryter Roethicle

Enchantment
Extempore
Freedom
In another place
Loves Pain
Rain in the Bush
Small Thanksgiving
Thankful Times
Will You

Leny Roovers

Dusk
First Snow
Hazy Shades
Obscuring the Light
Reflection
Weaving II
You XXII
You XXIII

Nia Wynne

Thankful for Dreams



Maryse Achong

A Little Gratitude Goes a Long Way

A little gratitude goes a long way,
And best of all it does not cost a cent,
Even if we expend it every day.
But there are some it seems who are hell bent
On hoarding it, they keep it well concealed,
And use it only for a big event.
Like a malaise that moves farther afield
The lack of it spreads like a wild fire,
Leaving wounds that sometimes are never healed.
Results can be devastating, dire
And even if they fin'lly go away
They leave a trail of muck, a quagmire.
It's worth the while to go out of our way
To give thanks for our blessings every day.

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Clarity

A little gratitude goes a long way,
And best of all it does not cost a cent,
Even if we expend it every day.
But there are some it seems who are hell bent
On hoarding it, they keep it well concealed,
And use it only for a big event.
Like a malaise that moves farther afield
The lack of it spreads like a wild fire,
Leaving wounds that sometimes are never healed.
Results can be devastating, dire
And even if they fin'lly go away
They leave a trail of muck, a quagmire.
It's worth the while to go out of our way
To give thanks for our blessings every day.

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End Product

I am who I am, no more and no less,
No frills, no facades, I am simply me…
And what that means is anybody's guess.
Life is too short so I just want to be
In a place where my spirit is serene
Where both my mind and my heart are carefree.
I've had my share of joy and sorrow; been
Raised up and beaten down in many ways,
Have often languished somewhere in between.
I've enjoyed perfect nights and glorious days,
Have known the darkness of despair, distress,
For all of these I give Him thanks and praise.
I am just me, nothing more nothing less,
A patchwork made of many parts I guess.

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Saying Goodbye

I really hate having to say goodbye,
I suffer when friends or family leave,
And each time I feel a small part of me die.
Sometimes for months I get a sweet reprieve,
And nobody has to go anywhere,
And I'm happier than you would believe.
But there are times when I am in despair,
So many farewells I am overcome
By sadness; and perhaps my greatest fear
Is that we will never meet again. Some
Say 'that's life, there's no reason to cry;'
Somehow that does not help me feel less glum.
Three times in two days I have said goodbye,
With each one I felt a small part of me die.

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Jem Farmer

Nightingale's Song

The nightingale that sings in Dundee's air,
she fills my darkness with the sweetest sound,
and lures me from my solitude with care.
In whispered touch my heart she's tightly bound,
releasing me from benighted twilight,
with melodies of light the Earth she's crowned.
Damask petals fall, as she walks, invite,
her lips to curl and smile as she lays claim,
the lost heartbeat that is her prize tonight.
This shrew that squeals no man can surely tame,
but lady sings of love to meet my dare,
and harmony and rhythm light my flame.
The nightingale that sings in Dundee's air,
and lures me from my solitude with care.

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Ryter Roethicle

Enchantment
Long ago when the world was young
Enchantment spread by Angel's wings
Sprinkling magic dust along the way
As cherubs raise their voice and sings
Maggie Cusick


Very long ago when the world was young
Enchantment was spread by Angel's wings
Stories were passed by bards poems sung.
Faeries danced merrily round moonlit springs
Sprinkling their magic dust along the way
To refrains played on those bardic strings.
Then in time some faeries learned to play
All the cherubs raised their voices and sang
And sang and sang until the break of day.
Around the world and back their voices rang
Mankind then thought a new wind had sprung
Adding to that choir the early men also sang.
Very long ago when the world was young
Stories were passed by bards poems sung.

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Extempore

Only in our dreams can we create our Heaven
But would that Heaven we've created be perfect,
Or with our basest thoughts be interwoven?
In time like other toys begin to show neglect
Then in time be cast aside for other things
Where instead of veneration show disrespect!
Some akin it to be like the palaces of kings,
With feasts and orgies and other forms of delight
Where servants pass around fluttering their wings
Whist! Listen! Can you feel that horrible draught
Of empty spaces created by those desires uneven?
Proving that on the whole what we want is daft!
Only in our dreams can we create our Heaven
Where with our basest thoughts be interwoven?

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Freedom

The sounds of the captured city wakens me
Even before dawn, slaves hasten to the wills
Of invisible masters that state what shall be.
But I ignore that noise, and slumbers skills
Erase what pain they caused, and eases my mind
Finding myself again among Avalon's hills.
I appreciate how my dreams are being kind,
But will cast them aside and join the slaves
That are considered to be normal mankind.
Now I hear the traffic going past in loud waves
As I go about my morning rites feeling free
Realising that they are digging early graves
The sounds of the captured city have woken me
But I have no masters that state what shall be.

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In another place

In another place, in some other time
Beyond our reach is a land of fantasy
A perfect place with a perfect clime.
Where all our hopes and wishes to be
And all we scheme and wish and dare
Live there only in our dreams to see
And every night they're waiting there
For us to see again refreshed and new
A kaleidoscope of life's rich fare.
Our bodies perfect, strong and true
No lust and hunger to satisfy
A land of love where all's true blue
So each night as on your beds you lie
Why not relax and let your cares go by.

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Loves Pain

How often do we punish the one we love?
Words said in heat, more poison than a snakes
Pouring out pure venom from above.
Then with the morning our conscience shakes
Wishing that we could pull back every word
And repair the scars and fix heartbreaks.
And our loved one says "don't be absurd"
"I forgive", but in her voice you hear the pain,
And from her tone, something else is heard.
She quickly turns away, and hides again
You reach for her and take her in your arms
Its when you turn her to you, you see the strain
Behind her smile, but know there's no harm,
That can't be fixed by this woman's charms.

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Rain in the Bush

The rain sounds so different here
Not strident, with insensitive calls,
But clean and pure and oh so clear.
Singing through the leave as it falls,
No one complains about being wet through
The forest sounds like empty halls.
The breeze it brings, scented and new
No stench from roads where diesels pound
Or poisonous smoke from factory flue.
The raindrops gently seep into the ground
It does not stagnate in puddles austere
Where rather disgusting smells abound
The rain sounds so different here
So clean and pure and oh so very clear.

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Small Thanksgiving

As I sit here, the day is ending for me
The sun has gone behind the hills to sleep
The day's been all and more I wanted it to be.
As it settled I watched the shadows creep
Hearing the birds settle in each cosy nest
Watching the moon over the eastside creep.
It makes me certain how well we are blessed
These cool late spring nights bringing respite
From working days where some are stressed
Too soon suns rays will show again his might
For now leaving us with subtle mental energy
And for a while sleep comfortable at night.
Because finally the day is ending for me
And it's been all and more I wanted it to be.

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Thankful Times

It began with a hug, and then in time we kissed,
Staying like that a while as our friendship grew
Enjoying the days of meeting, hating days missed
At once the sun brightened, and sky more blue
Your eyes reflected more like stars at midnight
And I fell even deeper in love with you.
So life went on each day even more delights
Where you became a treasure I guarded so well
You were my lady, a queen, I was your knight
Then in time you told me about your hell
I will not step back, regardless of what exists
You are evermore the lady I now know so well.
Beginning with a hug, and then in time we kissed,
Enjoying the days we meet, regretting those missed.

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Will You

Will you remember me, as you grow old,
As a loving memory of sweet yesterday
Or another photograph, once framed in gold?
If we came face to face, what would you say?
Would you notice the stars shining in my eyes,
Or just smile at me and go on about your way?
Would we recapture all of yesterdays sighs,
Remembering the passion on moonlit nights,
Or just daydream still while wondering why?
Pretending not to care wishing it to be right
Even closing my eyes and wishing on a star
Do I need forgiving, perhaps I just might?
My sensitive heart now forever holds a scar
You're just a memory, I'm watching from afar.

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Leny Roovers

Dusk

As evening sky glows soft in shades of peach,
a far-off plane climbs through her pastel bands;
she blushes pink, when touched by wings' wide reach.
A last embrace of sun draws purple strands
across the sky, now dressed in paler tones,
while night envelops her in his cool hands.
Wind brings a pearl-grey blanket as he moans;
exhaust of a new plane draws golden lines-
I think of falling stars, as day atones.
Each finely pencilled line is heaven's sign
of light within the darkest hour of night;
sent down from high above, from spheres divine.
Tall branches slowly dance, stirred by wind's breath,
while in the western sky, today finds death..

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First Snow

Within thick layers of pregnant, heavy clouds,
November sun still sleeps on Sunday morn;
angels are waking up, remove night's shrouds.
They fluff up pillows, one of those is torn
and on the world below, fresh snowflakes fall,
as soft as angels' feathers, they adorn
dull autumn grey, with sparkles that enthrall.
The world is slowly painted white, trees' leaves
bend with the weight as snow on earth still sprawls.
Birds have stopped feeding, hide under the eaves
and watch how growing flakes drape caps on crowds
of playing children, scooping snow on sleeves.
Beneath thick layers of snow producing clouds,
folks are laughing as crystals replace shrouds.

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Hazy Shades

In winter winds can warmth of spring be far,
as snowflakes dance on air in morning light,
the gasp of frost released an icy star.
The fields lie quilted 'neath the powdered white,
its beauty taking breaths of mist from me,
a veil of wonder greets the solstice sprite.
The Earth is dressed in winter drapery,
from stump and stack to heavy laden limb,
where birdsong echoes from the vale and tree,
to smoky clouds from chimneys softly skim,
with footprints stepping through this white domain
the chitter-chat flows from the cottage rim.
For destiny awaits my lady Jayne,
beyond ice glaze of window's frosty pane.

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Obscuring the Light

Dark forces threaten to put out world's light,
installing fear and mistrust in our minds;
with eager fingers, shadows spread more night.
In blind attack man's sanity unwinds-
as children cry and women die, flames roar;
we watch the fallen bodies, left behind.
Black hands of killers shroud life we adore,
in sheets of ugly fanaticism's deeds,
while freedom is cut down in bloodied gore.
Vile acts of murder breed like crawling weeds
across most continents, extend their blight-
the world needs love, to neutralize bad seeds.
As shadows try to strangle just that love,
the souls of fallen victims rise above.

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Reflection

Within the vastness of my silent mind
I listen to your name and feel its beat.
In rhythm with my breath, it's you I find-
in quiet solitude I am complete.
It's like a balm on a before sore wound,
when thoughts and worries finally retreat.
Your silence keeps my inner ears attuned;
in harmony I take your offered hand
and step by step, mind's garden thus is pruned.
The clarity you give helps understand
why patterns of my life sometimes repeat;
remaining in your peace loosens tight bands.
Within the vastness of my silent mind,
in rhythm with my breath, it's you I find.

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Weaving

With subtle threads I weave you in life's cloth,
into my softest skin- in patterned themes;
on love's pure loom I redesign my troth.
From each bright band of rainbow's coloured beams,
I'll take a strand to twine around heart's strings-
in shining cords of constant, living dreams.
From filaments of both our souls' white wings
I'll weave the finest down into love's mould-
and dusk's pink cloud, I'll spin in magic rings.
Clear crystal of wept tears will mark each fold,
translucent as thin wings of newborn moths;
cloth's borders I will seam with leaves of gold.
With subtle threads I weave you in life's cloth-
on love's pure loom I've redesigned my troth.

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You XXII

You are my rainbow as Sun meets sky's tears,
You smile in tall white clouds above dark grey;
You are the wind that blows away my fears.
To you I'm coming home at end of day,
in you I am reborn on peaceful shore-
with you my flowers shine in love's bouquet.
I see you in birds' flight on highest soar,
I hear you in merle's song before night falls;
I feel your soothing arms in dreams' rapport.
Each day you answer to my every call,
my ears have grown attuned to hear your spheres-
together we'll dissolve that final wall.
You are my rainbow as Sun meets sky's tears,
You are the wind that blows away my fears.

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You XXIII

You are fresh water when my throat is dry
and you're the juicy sweetness in each fruit;
You are the vastness of a clear blue sky.
You are in towering clouds as storms pursuit
and you're in crystal snowflakes' magic fall;
You are the guide who knows the safest route.
In trusting you, I'll follow when you call,
You help me listen to that inner voice,
You show the path that leads beyond mind's wall.
In you I realize my final choice,
let go of life's attachments without sighs-
you bring acceptance, in which I rejoice.
You are the moon that lights my darkest night,
Your peaceful sight removes each nightmare's fright.

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Nia Wynne

Thankful for Dreams

It is the dream that makes thankful our soul
For golden moments of burning thoughts told
Meaning nothing other than to extol
For sun filled days that come to let unfold
New beginnings, new life, new dreams, new themes,
All within our minds, becomes whats beheld.
New moon signals times we must have new schemes
Undertake the path that lets our walk weave
A tapestry of landscapes by fleme...
Perchance we'll change from blue to green, like leaves
On the branches, across our paths stroll,
Hearthrug of comfort and luck, we believe
It is the dream that makes thankful our soul
Meaning nothing other than to extol.
You are my rainbow as Sun meets sky's tears,
You are the wind that blows away my fears..

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