2009 Form Challenges

#19 Novelinee

Divena Collins The Delights Of Nature How lovely the rainbow displays its fine hues, In an arc of diffused, fine pigments of pastel, Soft droplets of rain, with sun shining through, Wonders and fantasies, of the heavens impel. If we just take the time, to enhance our mind, How graceful this World we live in shall be, The Earth and all the beauty around us we find Green meadows, and dales, woodlands and trees, The mountains, with rivers and incoming breeze, Tall mountains with rivers and incoming breeze, Wild flowers that flourish, throughout the land, Sweet fragrance, to nourish the senses to please, Ripplets of water, formed on warm golden sand. Flocks of wild geese, returning home once again From a far off land, after a seasonal migration A few may never make it, to their own domain, My heart is filled with wonder, and admiration They return once again, all in perfect formation. ----- House Mouse Hiya all, I am the little country mouse And I was created in Divena`s Post. I live in a cupboard at her house And now she`s a house mouse host, I know she is busy, writing in the Tir So can you all please keep it quiet And do not tell her that I`m here, For she surely will create a riot, I know and she`ll put me on a diet. I want to join the challenge you see, That one about my favourite Tipple I know she made a mouse out of me But I am really a mouse thats fickle, I am quite partial, to a glass of wine With a lovely big nibble of cheese, It is just an indulgent fancy of mine Too much, I staggers, and wheeze, But love this, in the challenge please. ----- A Lady Exposed A long time ago in those days of old This old legend gave birth in history, And this was how the tale was told , It was eleventh century, this mystery There dwelt a lady extremely renowned Lady Godiva she was then known to be As a Lady, earned respect profound, Earl of Marcia of noble title was he, And such a kind, caring Lady was she. When the Earl, one day taxes raised Godiva then, had to argue and plea, The towns people had always praised, She was for them, but annoyed at he . And nagged him until he surrendered, He gave in, on a favourable condition That she was going to be the offender He was to give her his legal permission And then he would sign her remission. The condition being, she rides her steed, Throughout the town, and naked was she He was most surprised when she agreed, The townsmen debts, would then be free, When they heard of Godiva`s brave plight, They promised to close the window blind Whether by day, or by the dead of night. Her wishes respected, with peace of mind, A more caring Lady, would be hard to find . But not everybody kept their eyes away, One man did try but could not resist,. A stranger who, on waking up that day, Opened his shutters and blew a kiss, But he could not see, and to his surprise Found, fate had punished him for his shame Laying a curse upon him, with blinded eyes. And nobody knew, from whence he came But peeping Tom, is his famous name . ----- Prophesy Of Love Thou hast loved me, as I hath loved thee, For prophesies told, of our sweet dreams, Both loving hearts beating, wild and free, Whilst warm, moistened lips now redeem, Soft words spoken, as eyes hath told all, Blessings endowed, a promise now made, Enchantment of touch, feelings enthral In nearness we dance, to a soft serenade, Before fond memories, enhanced, doth fade. Kindred spirits harken, to sweetness divine, Musical notes of love, and deep affection, Enclosed, two loving hearts, both combine, Harmonious, rhythmic beats of perfection, Oblivious to the world the heavens surround, Time alone will not erase love from the heart , Nor shall turn the tidal waves, of love around, It can only grow stronger, and never depart, For true lovers, were never meant to be apart. ----- Musik of the Earth Medieval musik of the Earth doth play Haunting tones of nature, drifting by, Soft arias caressing senses of the day, A gentle breeze whispers, with a sigh. Ocarina`s refrain, thy woodwinds of olde, Hollow overtones, of musik mystic lore Echoing thro`woodlands glade, of gold, Melodious harps with olde violins of yore Medieval musik on ancient forest floor. ----- Notes of Summer Love As I rest my head in a warm meadow green, On a pillow of wild flowers and leaves, There you are, in my thoughts and dreams. Though apart, my aching heart grieves, Come my dear lover, and lie here, with me, We may, then feel the warmth of the sun, Sharing all our dreams, in meadows free, Dancing in the moonlight, having some fun And hazily dreaming, this day we are one. Feelings of love, as I lay here and dream, Staring upward at this clear blue sky, Not always are dreams what they seem, Is it possible now, true love is there for I, So come dear lover, where are you now, Join my fantasy, my wild dreams, so free For a true romance underneath the bough, Of the whispering weeping willow tree, Come make our dreams come true for me. ----- Survival Or Extinction Where, oh where, will the polar bears go When the snow and ice caps melt. one day, Their habitat once, a home they did know, To be flooded, and sources washed away, Salt seas, shall spread thoughout the land, How then will the white bears stay alive, Could we perhaps, help them to understand, And maybe, to help them adapt to revive, For it is animal instinct, a fight, to survive. Where oh, where would they hunt for food, There`s no fish on the land, like the sea, Will they hunt with grizzly`s, just as good ? And dwell high, in the Smokey`s Tennessee, Will they fight, for their own piece of home, White, and brown bears, may not get along, Or steal from the bees, golden honeycomb, With no knowledge, they could get it wrong, But a chance of survival could be lifelong. ----- The Witch In The Hollow There once lived a witch, who dwelt in the hollow, She was as old as the hills, and the rivers too, A kindly white witch, that could cure all sorrows, And spent all her days, stirring medicinal brews, Of Bryony, Feverfew, coltsfoot, and clovers She cured all ills, with herbs and strong potions Bats wings,frogs legs and house mouse left overs, Sweet rose water. lavender, and calendine lotions, Together with her spells, knowledge, and devotion. Her kindness now known, was to overwhealm She flew her broom stick, with a fervent haste, And chanted some spells, throughout the realm Tho` appearances were not, a desirous taste. On halloween eve` she flew through the skies, A darkened silhouette, `neath a moon so bright, Children all cheered, delighted and surprised, As she disappeared speedily, way out of sight To return to the hollow, much later that night. back to list

Jem Farmer Blessed Samhain As darkness draws the sacred veil of night and autumn wraps her cloak of vibrant leaves the spirit world is closer to the light as the dead gather in the autumn's sleeves. The dark mother in all her glory stands as autumn's beauty lifts our beating hearts and like a spear of crimson blood commands the fading Sun in farewell must depart, as cold of winter pierces like a dart. The sun recedes from over land and sea to dwell in sacred realms of darkest death and o'er the dreaming river where she be to feel the gentle kiss of Lileth's breath. We seek the seed of life within our souls Demeter's sacred mystery revealed, to search the kernals where the darkness strolls to bear the Child of Light, she's now concealed in autumn's leaves and winter's snow dressed fields. ----- Just One Kiss My craved eyes caress the curve of your lips, so softly inviting whispered treasure, passion's hoarded wealth at my fingertips and exquisite thoughts of untold pleasure. Your moist lips like flushed carmine perianth crushed by my desire for your sublime heat, as I enter the sweetest labyrinth, at love's first kiss our lustful pulses meet, where sultry forces are passion's retreat. The tempting sample with sweet fiery taste, the melted honey suckled from my core, just one kiss left my arrant soul unchaste, and weakened genu shuddered to the floor. Galvanic thrills trace interwoven nerves incite senses of volcanic eruptions, as simple passion takes an urgent verve, beneath your lips of carnal seduction, desire commands erotic instruction. The sensual realms where winged angels fly, virulent needs submerge sagacity, in raging tides of a climatic sigh, our passion burns beyond capacity. In the darkness of the lonely night one divine kiss I can never forget, as in dreams my love's dues come into sight, in memories that linger on and yet, when morning comes one kiss settles the debt. ----- Morning Tea Tea is drunk to forget the din of the world. --- T'ien Yiheng The sparring kids are screaming through the house, as mother sighs a weary wish for peace, and casts an eye over her sleeping spouse, the chores will have to wait for her caprice. The brassy kettle boils in clouds of steam, as dried old leaves let their essence fly free, a china cup awaits her amber dream, a drop of milk and silence she will see, the world retreats into a cup of tea. ----- Samhain Drums The Celtic drums of Samhain keep the beat , as cauldrons overflow with magic rite, open the gates for life and death to meet, and let the Samhain blessings free tonight. The dying candle flames are burning low, as witches dance within their circle round, where autumn's fiery embers brightly glow, their voices chanting echo magic sound, and call the powers down to hallowed ground. So Hecate shall hear the Pagan call, upon the land in vibrant golden hue, and turn the season to the autumn's fall as Annwfn lands return unto our view. The spirit veil is thin as rites are said we see the fires alive with sacred flame, and witches mingle here among the dead. The winds of time still call aloud her name until the Samhain drums are ours to tame. ----- Samhain Wish From behind the veil you hold me until the day I die; when once again I will tell you of how love's whispered sigh can break down the impossible and keep you in my heart, whilst my soul sings of moonlight eyes in works of painted art. Now the veil is at its thinnest; will you reach out to me and gently hold my hand again; will my eyes once more see my lady with the moonlight eyes, who kept dark nights at bay or do I have to wait still longer until my dying day? ----- The Moon, She Dances In sliver gown she waltzes o'er the sky, in rhythmic steps upon the autumn breeze, All Hallow's night when harbringers stop by, the Moon, she dances where the Pagan sees. A tribal drum recalls the cadence past, as ancient souls trip along darker realms, the witches chant within the circles cast, before the kiss of dawn shall overwhelm the legerdemains of the sacred elm. ----- Winter Rises From Samhain winter rises with the dawn, a world of icy mists and frosty white as summer days now seem so long withdrawn and yet the sun still rises in delight. For Yule is calling out the shorter days, of when the Lord of Sun shall soon return, upon a winter's morning's distant haze, as flaming beacons wave and fiercely burn, for days of life for which we Pagans yearn. back to list

Ryter Roethical Another Time What is the essence of you and me? Why have our souls united in this bond of love? Why do we love why do we care? Why each life we know yet as why The creation of a love that is yours and mine, The perfection of love, The bonding of our souls forever, Each time, each life we meet. Sometimes we will meet for one brief moment Others we will share a lifetime together, Whatever it may be, Fate has decreed that we love And as we spend each life learning our lessons, In certainty of Nirvana Our lessons will be shared together ----- Butterfly Thoughts Butterflies count not months, but moments in time. Lips soft as powdered wings wake up senses sentient And stroke each others souls in ways Lepidopterine Deep sounding truths emerge thus and forever meant. I feel the flutter of wings, a feeling so complete These brief moments in time, her complete life span What is eternity to us simply an ordained feat The love of a woman and the love of her man The ways has been such ever since time began. ----- How How do I capture words that mean you? How do I find you in a fleeting glance? In meter and feet, talk of nothing that's new And yet freshly write about our romance? How do I explain about a hailstone of kisses And how can I explain the lure of the rain Without making it a boring technical thesis And make it mysterious, seemingly arcane? I wish I knew, instead of raking my brain! ----- Kindred Spirits How strange it is, because each time we speak We oft relate the thoughts the other would say Or sometimes state what the other would seek. This is not rare it happens several times a day, Somehow we sense each others thoughts this way It makes me wonder if our minds are linked Sometimes a thought with a look is betrayed Like a twinkling eye that meaning is succinct. What was that you said darling, I blinked!. ----- Luna de la Madre My mother moon, do you shine as you feel Do you see the sorrow and feel the pain? To meet for so short a time and join and love The subtle agony of lovers being apart again. My mother moon, the tender melancholy You created with each sigh in the night A fond remembered love, only a memory Secure knowing that everything's alright. However, still creating in our hearts a blight. ----- The Mists of Time Somewhere in the mists of time I met you We shared wine and bread together you and I And now each life I wait until our rendezvous. Singing songs that will echo through eternity. Sharing wine and bread and just being happy Each blessed meeting this life, the days are few Confident of a love that is more than certainty But planned by fate, getting stronger as it grew Life's wine shared, grows tastier with each brew Somewhere in the mists of time we danced As a piper played, we held each other tight And moved and danced then we romanced Searching each others eyes, far into the night. Music does not linger, it changes with the mood Happy sounds of lovers meeting another time The dance of love a sign of all that's good Our own bolero our music and our rhyme That matures as time creates a love sublime. ----- Prisoner Still Like a prisoner you have me bound to you But not with cuffs and chains of hardened steel There was no crime, or deed, or whistle blew There are no prison bars, for my hands to feel Without any fear of escape or break, or coup. My life is sealed by chance, on just one deal And I'm not counting days till freedom's due. I'll be a model prisoner, on an even keel. ----- Undying Dreams I look at you each night and see it all. Layed out rules for our more complex schemes And I will confess you have me enthralled By your desire to share our undying dreams. Your eyes cannot convey to much the power Yet tell me more than I need know about you And thoughts of time dreaming with you devour What little that's left, so that when day is through I must go to bed and let the dreams continue. ----- Voodoo Man Once again fate has picked up the rings of life Like any magician he shows them to be apart His stellar gown highlights the glinting five A flash of light! Shazam! The rings are a heart. So like any other whim of fate they are as one Their lives separate once, he has now united This time he leaves joined what he has begun When he bows and walks away there is no dread Hoping next there is something he will do instead. And here we are you and I awaiting fates move. We have met and joined wondrously together The light is still upon us, has he aught to prove? I pray he puts us down and leaves unaware, And then another show another time and place, We part a while then are united once more. Meeting another day, again I see your face Instantly our souls blended, like they did before No doubt in my mind, you are mine evermore ----- You Have Become A Presence You have become a presence in my mind. I do not like it, for no longer is my mind free My thoughts were controlled and simple kind Now my time is taken up with thoughts of thee. In my minds eye I can see you everywhere Each waking moment you steal my time In thoughts so different to what was there Someone to me who's made my life sublime, And together we will make that eternal climb. ----- Zinfandel and More Tonight let's have a drinking race Fill the tankard with wine that's soured Without your love no clock has a face. Competition in jars shall be what's scored My feet's far too leaded to stand the pace Life's bitter brew my cup's o'erflowed Memory still stays and cannot be erased Till consciousness by sour wine devoured Overcome by wine I must now seek my bed. Pour down the wine let us drink to forget Un-lived dreams litter the path I now walk Plans made in good faith, caused only sweat Once loving conversations are now just talk With pleasured gifts now nought but a blight All thoughts of love's pleasure now cast aside Let Horus and Bacchus join with us tonight For we ignored what was known outside Admitting finally that love has long died. back to list

Leny Roovers Bali Sunset The sun sets quickly where the tropics reign. One moment it's still light, then dusk moves in, draping veils of mauve over sky's domain as in the sea below, Sun meets her twin. Even the waves are silent in this hour, but soon cicadas start their evensong and far away, echoes of bikes' harsh power. Nearby I hear a gamelan's soft gong; night's concert here on Bali comes along. ----- Borobudur Nine levels of uneven steps to climb, I'm looking downward, so I will not fail. Progress is slow- it mirrors life's own time, when often we are chasing our own tail. After the first three circles I look up, I cannot see the higher tiers above; The realm of transformation's still full cup I'll have to empty first- imbuing love. Now filled with peace, I only think thereof. While filled with peace, I only think thereof and watch my feet upon this curving course; I reach the seventh ring, now empty of last thoughts that lingered, I can feel life's force. When looking down, the world has disappeared, only the upward road still draws me on- the way before me suddenly seems cleared. Meditating Buddha's rise above the dawn, their heads are draped in light- shadows have gone. ----- Epitaph I mourn a love that never came to bloom. Each time she almost withered, rainbows poured from heaven's cup, postponing nearing doom- love for a while took wings and high she soared. As mirrored colours weakened, love grew dim, her heartbeat lost its strength, when joy declined and love's sweet cup, once filled up to its brim, was leaking through- left blood and tears behind. Still, shadows of that love will keep entwined. ----- Feelings You live inside my heart, embrace my soul, your touch revives my senses one by one; the shelter of your love has made me whole, I find within your eyes my mirrored sun. While rivulets of laughter wash our eyes, they cleanse cold pain from buried wounds still sore. In time, new tender skin will heal old lies, once love has led us into deep rapport; I'll share with you my inner shrine, my core. back to list

Nia Wynne Happy Witch Happy is the witch in black or white cape For magic's spelled by good and bad Are just what keeps her world free from dire scrapes, So if you see candles glowing a tad Remember not to cross a black cats path Unless you're very lucky that she's glad To walk beside you without any wrath. Then the witches must be happy, not sad, That you've never crossed them and made them mad. ----- Nothing to Hide Did you see the moon displayed in sky As it hovered in a mauve sunset? Someday I'd love to share such lovely days With black China tea for two, no regrets In times well spent and friendship honest lent. There paintings of memory will abide Through troubled moments and take no rent For hearts that brew a finer sip, confide The consumption of love, nothing to hide. ----- Seeking The woman you are seeking is in a look, Not a glance through the gardens of love, Mores in a soft touch than in a book. But forgotten lore's have wings of doves, If you unfold them they surely will fly. Nothing can explain profound body heat, By the way your kisses melt in sighs Like rain blessing the desert, where retreat Of sun gives desires chance meets. back to list