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A while ago whilst surfing for Sestina, I came across this mini version.
Having bookmarked it for further investigation I promptly forgot it. Much later
whilst researching ten line poetry, I came across this form buried in the depths of Google
and remembered my earlier bookmark, and found that this form was not a one-off, and there
were many examples of it, thus making it deserving of a place in the Ten Line Poetry site. Being modeled from the Sestina, there is no rhyme scheme, instead it comprises of three stanzas using the same three words in a Sestina like pattern, and a final line which uses the three words in the starting sequence: C.. A.. B... B.. C.. A... A,B,C...
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Tritena Challenge Replies
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Maryse AchongShe's different from other kids; her smile Tells of an inner grace, a beauty so Profound and joyful, this child so precious. A blessing her parents thought life precious, Welcoming her arrival with a smile, Knowing no matter what, they'd love her so. And now people have heard her story so They all recognize that she is precious And everyone's affected by her smile. An angel with a smile that's so precious. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5dhdYKq7c4 back to list |
Deborah BelTis an undefined tugging that sends me out to find My heart that lies awaiting upon a blessed isle, While these eyes see waters of an endless stormy sea. Oh blessed wind, do briskly turn and sail across the sea With calming whisper rising cross the waves to find That place where all may come and rest upon that isle. Oh fair and joyous day, when I do touch that isle, Quite hidden by the clouds and the mist upon the sea, When eyes will see that place I've often hoped to find. To find that blessed isle within the stormy sea. -----
Hey Y'all (Reply to Gloria Carpenter) -----
It Is War -----
River Rush |
Gloria CarpenterHey y’all, he says from somewhere in the south U.S., with shitfull internet service ~ No longer any time for writing verse. Today I ate fried food and wrote no verse; Such is the way of things here in the south, Vexatious place, needing better service. It is life’s purpose to be of service. Lamentable, this lack of writing verse. Lost in labor, Tritina has gone south. 'Ere down south, internet service is verse. -----
I Wonder -----
Let Go and Listen
To Love |
Divena CollinsDoes time stand still for man. They say this is certainly true, For no one would ever be late. It is not on the cards to be late, This example has been set by man When hands of a clock shows true. If then what they say is true Why then are we all often late, Could it be an excuse from man. For a man, it is true, when he`s late.  ----- Shadow of a Rainbow When you walk with your loved one, Through the shadow of a rainbow, You then both, shall become soul mates. Two magical and mystic soul mates, When both spirits become as one, Through the shadow, of that rainbow. When Shadow`s fade with the rainbow, They shall still, forever be soul mates, For both their spirits merge as one. Soul mates, thro`magic rainbow, become one.  ----- When Love is True Love is such an easy word to say. And has to dwell within thy heart Unconditional love, deep with feeling. A love that`s true, has deep feeling, And words are much easier to say, Spoken with love, within thy heart If it`s not embedded in thy heart, It has no meaning nor feeling There will be nothing left to say. I say, from my heart. with feeling  ----- Ye Herbal Garland O ye sweet Garland of aromatic Herbs, Olde Thyme recipes from ancient Sage From an olde cookery herbit, named Basil, Sweet Rosemary was betrothed to Basil, They dwelt in a woven garland of Herbs Which was made for them by olde Sage. Being the wisest old thymer, was Sage, And an accomplished friend of Basil, Who Wove them their home for Herbs. Where Basil and Rosemary begat, a tiny Herb named Sage.  back to list |
Lorainne DafneyI'm standing on a rock If I jump right off the front I'll land in deep water I try not to slip into the water I maintain my balance on the rock Keeping my eye on what is in front I must remember what lies in front Dark, swirling, angry water As I stand like a statue on this rock This rock in front of troubled water -----
Teacups |
Jem FarmerHeart's Question In my silent thoughts there is one question echoed in dreams of my own fantasy where love is the only thing that is real. But how can a love within dreams be real? All my doubts resound that very question even in the lost worlds of fantasy. If life is just a dreamer's fantasy then the love I feel is as true and real and my mind can resolve the heart's question. No question; a fantasy love feels real ----- Looking Back  Countryside walks, warm in our woolly hats, birds singing in the hedgerow, our music, houses in the distance sparkle with lights. Dad creating a fuss over fairy lights, while we make paper chains and party hats, and radios crackle with festive music. Carol singing in the Square, to recorded music, dancing into the night beneath winter lights, and sharing a kiss neath mistletoe hats. Old hats nod to choral music in church lights ----- Silver Angels A winter world of magic greets a child as they awaken from a night of dreams and see Yule trees kissed by silver angels Around the fire they sing like the angels as the Goddess Mother bears the Sun Child and the world can once again fill with dreams . So precious are the distant childhood dreams when we had the blesséd sight of angels and viewed the world with the eyes of a child . A child's dreams are gifts from holy angels. ----- Wizened Crone With her blackened staff, she turns slowly round As in the ancient days, at the beginning, And as she will again for eternity. She calls the powers of eternity to the sacred circle she has cast round as she speaks in words of the beginning. In candlelight, stories are beginning of ancient worlds and life's eternity we sit and listen, as the Wheel turns round. In a circle gathered round, at the beginning of our eternity.  back to list |
Ryter Roethical The music plays on, this time without you here I must reach for my pen and write my thoughts The music is sad, and my thoughts are so austere. What is the reason why I feel so very austere? That's simple; it is because you are not here You have left, and that pervades my thoughts. Now all I have is misery to share my thoughts There is no wonder why my life is so austere My misery begins at home, in fact right here. Right here, my thoughts, create a world austere. ----- Clestial Thoughts  Meteor Shower I suddenly realised those flaming flashes May have been a world like our real world, And was torn apart by cataclysmic forces What was the crime to deserve these forces Are they meant to serve as warning these flashes Or are we on a highway of a greater world? Then I think of the beauty that is our world, And realised we have experienced lesser forces, Storms and the power of lightning flashes. Flashes, light the world, and tell us of her forces Thoughts It made me wonder was that world old Then, violently, without thought or regard To any life contained within, simply blew up. Did it collide with another and not blow up, And were we seeing two world equally old Like teenagers on the road driving sans regard? Is life on a world so cheap there is no regard. Or like the culling of teens as they grow up And only the wise or lucky worlds grow old? Will Earth grow old, is there regard, which way is up? ----- Flying High  Above the clouds the sun streams in The strains of Mozart ease my mind As I sit back gazing at the world below. Feelings grow looking at some clouds below And I wonder at the world I'm in That the heavens could provide this mood. All too soon we must change this mood Rejoining once again the world below And change the state we are living in. The intercom blares, breaking our mood as we join the world below. ----- Hands  I gently hold your face in my hands And then I see the look in your eyes I can feel myself drawn deep into you. This way I can see the love within you. Feeling your face gently caress my hands Making all sorts of love with your eyes. You know you possess me with your eyes Sometimes I wish I'd that power with you. Until I feel you surrender to my hands We share my hands, and your eyes, and you. ----- How do I Know  How do I know she is my love? So many things tell me she is mine Look at her eyes and see them glow. See her smile, look at her glow Her look tells me she my love Her touch tells me that she is mine. Keeping her serene making her mine Then bathing in her afterglow Only makes for a stronger love. She is my love, forever mine look at her glow. ----- Luna See  The moon misunderstood my remark about the rain, She ran off, and is hiding in a dark layer of clouds The night ignoring us proceeded with his storm. Is she so like some humans she hides from a storm, Or like us does she enjoy love games in the rain, Delighting as we sport and welcome dark clouds? Perhaps she wishes to play hide and seek in clouds Amusing herself in the mêlée caused by the storm Appetite sated and thirst quenched by the falling rain, See the moon play in the rain, and clouds, during a storm. ----- Mind and Soul  My mind cannot hide anything it thinks Each moment is taken with love for you And you have taken over my very soul. Please be careful and do not hurt my soul It was meant to last forever but now thinks Like me that considers us both parts of you. Know I am infatuated, nay smitten by you But now realising we also share your soul Makes my mind sensible in what it thinks. What it thinks, is about you, and our souls. ----- Optimist  I do not care anymore for tomorrow For any dreams I had have been dashed Scattered like the ashes of last nights fire. What of the fuel that created that fire Should I gather more to use tomorrow Or has truth been completely dashed? I will prove that hope has not been dashed By building a bigger and greater fire. An optimist ever, I will rebuild, tomorrow. It is tomorrow, the past is dashed, look at that fire. ----- Proof  What does it take to prove my love Do I need to slash my palm and mix our blood What would it prove to see that scar? I am me; I have more than one scar But they are of the flesh and not of love, And what would it mean, if was of blood? Soldiers not lovers spill their blood And there are many ways to earn a scar There is only one way to prove ones love. And how is love proved by blood and a scar? ----- Right or Wrong  Speaking of what we know in life From all we've heard and all we've seen We all do things that are right or wrong. But what is meant by right or wrong, And what is your experience of life? I'm sure there's a difference you've seen. You have been to places I've not seen, Perhaps think that what I do is wrong, I certainly lead a different style of life. Know that in my life, I've seen a lot of wrong. ----- Room 420  We should never forget our yesterdays The good times past that are held inside Those special things we love to remember. How well we spent those days remember Making them the fondest of our yesterdays Leaving us happy and forever warm inside. Better still the nights together spent inside A room that we shall always remember Making it the best days of our yesterdays. Remember that room and the yesterdays spent inside? ----- Starry Paths  Two lovers looked towards the sky and wished. A star in the night sky winked back at them, Thinking she'd granted their wish they smiled, If they knew otherwise would they have smiled, And did the Heavens know what they wished? The star did not intend for that wink for them. Lovers are known to part, it was not for them, Rather than them be beguiled she agreed and smiled, And then granted what they had wished. Two lovers wished long love for them, and Heaven smiled. ----- Southern Lights  As I sit here in the comfort of my chair I'm watching the heavenly fireworks Appearing in a cacophony of colours. Only the heavens can create these colours Certainly not a man sat idling in a chair Nor man create these curtains of fireworks. If you doubt a God then see the fireworks For only a God could create these colours. Even whilst he was sat idling in his chair. Oh for that chair; Oh the fireworks, the colours. ----- There Is no Pain  How can I look into the eyes of your pain? They seldom blink nor do they ever change When they are closed it is the blackest night. And yet somehow it is the worst at night I wish I could hold you and ease that pain How can it be done, how can things change? This voyage without you, cannot be changed For where I am there can never be night And unlike you I will never again feel pain. There is no pain, there is no change, there is no night. ----- Three Lanterns  I have three lanterns that hang over my door The first you cannot ignore, the light from the past; Or go past the present that light we should explore. We must move on and in doing we must explore Then in time will be given the choice, which door? Carefully making judgements from what has past. But instead look ahead from what will soon be past, Sometimes too much misery and it hurts to explore. Some move too fast and miss that all important door. In the future is that door, the past will cause us to explore. ----- Undenied Love  I saw in her the sadness of eternal love denied And in newly loving her, the prize of victory She claimed was lost, but I wished to be. How much I dreamed how deep our love could be. None of it could ever be, so easily denied And also how can love ever be called a victory. We lose ourselves we share a soul, "a victory?" Aye we give ourselves complete, that has to be, And that is when true love cannot be denied. It's not denied, how sweet my victory, can be. back to list |
Khia TaylorI draw a lonely breath of Autumn harvest sullen sounds drown out the sigh of Moon my stars no longer glide the sky tonight. Within the dark, some shimmer hope tonight portion me from thy unbounded harvest from abundant breast of full and luminous Moon. I cast my stars back to expanse of Moon and wait for healing rain to fall tonight I yield to the fill of restoring harvest. Now whole, I dance rejoicing under the harvest Moon tonight. back to list |
Nia WynneOn an astral plain we found how to meet And carry out a new path to be friends So we went there for the promise of love. If there is sun there, there must be some love Love that comes from light and two who would meet Meet in the mental byways of true friends. Forever's promise has the guise of friends For no singularity in the universe is love Lost upon, but upon obscure plains meet. We meet, we befriend, we in all realms love.  ----- Headache Heaviest on the brow and in the heart Every word an effort of pure will Aching high magnitude so I can't win Deadly beasts seeking defeat to win Above my soul poised for pains, by heart Cauterizing those thoughts from my will Having held reign long enough for pens will Ever dipped in inks blood and oath to win Howling screams descent into cracked heart Broken heart and shattered will can't win.  back to list |
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