2009 Form Challenges

#14 Envelope Quintet

Divena Collins The Celtic Harp At stroke of midnight commences to play plucked alone, in an old medieval square, a most haunting tune with a saddened air, angelical soft notes, of feeling, and with flair, Oh ancient, celtic harp, of a bygone day. Where is the bard, that plucked of the strings, that played sweet refrains, both happy and sad, who abandoned his harp, when times were bad did he perish of age, or was he just a lad. does he now play his harp, wearing angels wings. The celtic harp, now stands there on its own, a memory of olden times, thats never forgot, when it plays at midnight, right on the dot. plucked once before, in that very same spot, each time, with that beautiful, haunting tone. ----- Forbidden Fruits Oh I yearn to be held in your loving arms, feeling the warmth from your body in mine, when we snuggle real close, it feels just fine, to savour such forbidden fruits divine. infatuated by lovers endearing charms. How may a loving like this be so wrong, when it feels so beautiful deep inside, what if we can never turn back the tide, when what seemed so right, our feelings inside, this love we possess may be ours life long. ----- Grandma's Wedding Gown A long time ago when my grandma was wed, they didn`t have much then, and times were bad, she told us this tale,that made us feel sad, appreciate, all of the things that we had, made us take heed, of the words she said. Both she, and grandad, fell deeply in love. had the bans called, in church to be wed, had to be cancelled, it had to be said, for the only gown she possessed, was red, she would be shamed, to the great Lord above. This was the way of the old folk back then, white was the colour, for a virgin bride, and grandma would not ever lose her pride, it was how she was raised, and felt inside. and so the bans, were to be called again. Not to be beaten, though money had none, needle and thread, three weeks and a night, made of satin and lace, from curtains of white a beautiful gown, that fitted just right. wedded in church, both their lives were as one. ----- The Love Of Misty She is beautiful, faithful, loving and kind, the most loyal, devoted and best of friends, for her love, honour, and trust she defends in return, affection and care she depends, and another like her would be hard to find. She is loved so dear, it would hurt to part, a beautiful companion, she will always be, her playful spirit, running wild, and free, to rest by the shade of the willow tree. blessed forever, for the good in her heart. ----- Morning Song To arise in the morn` to a hazy blue sky, birds sing sweetly, to welcome the new dawn, and a doe, softly nuzzles her baby fawn, as dew drops gently settle on the lawn. flocks of geese in perfect formation fly . The bay of a vixen, when her cubs are born hidden in a den, of soft moss, and leaves, in the swell of a refreshing gentle breeze, hails the screech of an owl, under the eaves, while mice forage, in fields of ripened corn. ----- My Secret Garden I once wandered far, to be on my own, A long time ago when I was a child, I found a garden, that was left go wild, `twas in an orchard and I was beguiled, as I munched ripened apples, there alone. I would return once again most every day, `twas my secret place I yearned to be, to find a perfect spot that suited me, from the outside world I would be so free my secret garden, where I had come to play. It was there, I would sit and quietly peruse, lost so deeply, in magical fantasy dreams sailing paper boats in a puddle down stream where inner imagination reigned supreme. secret garden, where I returned to muse. ----- Summer Of Love A summer love, that was, to be warmly true, sweet kisses, and soft whispers in my ear, the first time, that we both became near, memories of that moment will always be dear, as our love through that summer, then grew. As time went by, it could only get stronger until both of us found it hard to resist, in the midst of a morning summer mist, both together, in our most passionate bliss, could then, not contain ouselves any longer. Seasons may come, and the seasons will depart, cold winters wind, with the deepest of snow, autumns of colour we cherish and know, Spring is loves season, when passion will grow, but summer remains, most dear in our heart. ----- Walking On Air I am walking on air, because you are near, my dear, for you are now everything to me, I see the love shine upon your face sincere, to revere this love, knowing it will always be, and for that smile, I wander near and far, far across deserts and the deep blue seas. I will be there for you, my love one fine day, and pray one day soon, we both shall meet. to greet with a loving hug, our special way, this day when true lovers become discrete, so sweet the taste of love that we display. this day when we both walk on air complete. ----- When Love Runs Deep Why did they feel, love had come to an end the ending of love, of which bloomed so fair, is it fair, broken hearts may not ever mend, when in the end, true lovers really do care, both shared the sorrow, like best of friends for friends like lovers, mostly always share. Would it be right, to say they were wrong, wrong, to have broken hearts in this way, and to say, that forever they both belong, belonged to each other, forever and a day, when one day on, their love was still strong, not wrong, but closer in love, after the delay. back to list

Ryter Roethical Colours From My Toybox It's something I did when I was alone, Cognisant now but never repentant I did nothing I was ashamed of Aeroplanes and nudes, I would paint To all intents, by my parents unknown. I would sketch in a book with a pencil Before I was taught to write in verse And too young to know or care about love, Everyone seemed older which was worse And refused to allow me in their council. My parents would leave me in charge But I didn't go to bed when I said I would In spite of threats of damage from above. My use of crayons was well understood And frustrations and desires would discharge . Perhaps by that time I'd seen too much strife And overheard too many conversations Even then realising the hypocrisy of adults My innocence belying awakening sensations, My crayons released my feelings about life. My many coloured crayons, my expression, Noiseless always as my feelings were birthed On cartridge paper solid enough to draw on To hold my feelings, for what they were worth And many distractions to earn their admiration. Would you like to join me here in my recall? Watching the world go by, sit here quick Perhaps we can create our own thought pictures Choose one of my crayons, here take your pick But not the dark red it's my favourite of all. ----- Dancing To Loves Tune Dancing to loves tune, spin and turn Inside your heartbeat skips and pounds There is no contest, no points to earn Your eternal love forever resounds And the fever of love causes you to burn. Then whilst apart your innards churn. For bodies touching in nightly rounds For any music that brings your love back To a sensuous tempo of loving sounds With your lovers steps so quickly learnt. Each night to loves dancing we return Earthly bodies lie on silken grounds We all win when dancing to loves tune. In a ballroom fit for loving rounds With souls locked in a heavenly sojourn. ----- Each Embrace A tear, when it comes runs slowly down your face, A look, on your face when quietly you look at me, The curve, of your lip when you smile from your heart, One touch, from your hand helps me to finally see, The feeling of reality I get with each embrace. Ogni Abbraccio Una rottura, quando viene lentamente i funzionamenti giù il vostro fronte, Uno sguardo, sul vostro fronte quando lo esaminate tranquillamente, La curva, del vostro labbro quando sorridete dal vostro cuore, Un tocco, dalla vostra mano lo aiuta infine a vedere, La sensibilità della realtà che ottengo con ogni abbraccio. ----- Eternal Fire The fire we made last night I see still glows With time we'll prove it was only a start Mere kindling that helped start a larger flame And even though for a little while we must part Will make our way alone through winters snow. The fire we made last night will always glow The embers caused an ever burning flame But those in love need never fear or flee Commitments made with kiss to life's game To share and link our souls an eternal vow The fire we made last night the Gods now know Need only stir the coals with the fuel and see How quickly the flames again so soon start The flames will leap from love of thee and me Always burn, although sometimes a dull red glow. ----- Guestimation All creatures leave the nest this is a fact of life, Well before maturity sets in, so they will learn. Why do some humans cling to their to their brood Treating them as if their whole life is of concern And keep them weak protecting them from strife. I hear you criticise me saying I am rude It is a fact, that tempering requires white heat And air conditioned protection provides naught Then leaves them wanting much and incomplete Leaving us wondering why the world is screwed. Without morals and values all can be bought Old fashioned ideas aren't politically correct But bad manners and rudeness is over rife I've been there, done that and now I can reflect The future, wondering, what has this brought? ----- Kiss Flavours Kiss flavoured winds are in my thoughts These thought and memories so easy I find Memory giving flesh form in pastel strokes And lips brushing skin, so easy in my mind A heart surrendered makes love easily bought. Winds off an ocean that whispers and calls Thoughts matching heartbeats without any end There is no blindness of night, not ever again Embracing, sleeping whilst still making friends Love forever sounding, echoing from walls. ----- Leaving the Toybox The music being played is sad now, Swiftly Kanga wipes away a little tear, And even Wambi has a little sniffle. She has gone away and they miss her, Even toys have souls and feelings you know. It began that first day they saw her with me I knew they were also under her spell But I didn't mind they had fallen for her. Now this sad little band is just a shell Each one lost, and sharing the misery. The bright colours of the toybox Look drab, lifeless and insignificant. Eeore has found his tail in a corner And just cast it away as unimportant Owl is sad and speechless with shock. An hour is too long without her concern And days have far too many hours. They must wait until cloth hearts can heal But my heart does not have those powers Will it heal if she should ever return? ----- Opening My Toybox Silent tears are falling down my face This place of solitude has so much around Yet no-one would know just by the sound? But finally I'm trying to mend my wound There is no one to understand my place. Opening my toybox after all this time Those within saw my look and my shame, They knew of my life, and was not to blame . So I spoke with, Kanga and Wambi again, Clearing memories covered in dust and grime. The beings there were awake somehow Uncared for, ignored, yet alive and warm. Yes! aware and alive and still with form Bringing back memory of a previous norm We sat and talked and things are alright now. ----- Quest for Truth Cover your eyes and really see things The wind blowing the rain across the window Sliding across the glass crashing on the frame Looking now with the eyes your ears endow Leave a feeling become aware what others bring. Cover your eyes and really touch things How empty a room is without love there, And the fullness and warmth of one that has. The feeling of touching someone who cares The difference in life twixt winter and spring. Cover your eyes and really hear things The silence of a warm summer night Mother Earth breathing, warm and content The dripping of rain after a short shower Creating puddles and all the rippling's. ----- Un Sogno (A Dream) It is the last month of winter, but already I have A desire for humming trees, and buzzing bees. The buds of spring will be long gone by then: But I'll feel the warmth of the evening breeze And for three months, I'll be natures willing slave. ----- Vale (It is worth) When we parted we knew that things were fine Your lips are the only ones I want to know Your taste, the one I will crave all my life. Memories that will last through winter's snow As I savour again our summer wine. back to list

Nia Wynne Dream Lost The day was cursed and locked me far away, People steepling my youth in a mass boneyard Where only old books and faith can be starred, An alter at the end of the curb, hard Shadows my only crown, no pearl would stay. Medicine can't create revolutions From curled ribbons of time that reveal The mind that lives in it's own time wheel, Baptism with milk won't ever sure heal Nor vowels and phrases used as potions. ----- Little Dark One You came into the world a darkling bay Whose dam was fleet as a misty deep dusk, And who knew that you'd grow into a rusk Of strength and speed, sire of unreckoned husk So great, you left pastures greener, they say. ----- New Feelings Found A cup of Darjeeling is fine fare, To sweeten, just add a dash of love, A drop of pure cream and a dove Carrying scandalous messages from above In blue skied ambiance, love's dare. No finer sentiment is found Than n a chest of the best black tea, A cup of life presented in a filigree Sip of delightful reverie, A most lovely taste to tongue around. ----- O Solitude How long it may be till the earth swallows This body and its harbored mind, I know not, but the peace of trees I find. Must look for another forest, cave lined, To keep the quiet till laid down below. back to list

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