2010 Poetry Form Challenge


When one hears the name Rubaiyat, one automatically thinks of Omar Kyyam. So it is not surprising to find the Rubia originated in Persia.
It consists of four line stanzas (quatrains) and is usually tetrameter or pentameter form.
Lines one, two, and four rhyme and the third line can be used to interlock the next stanza and by doing so with three or more stanzas, we have a Rubaiyat, as shown in the following example:

The lonely night draw swiftly down
Covering the world in a deep black gown
Creeping softly in without a sound
As I sleep alone in this distant town.

I close my eyes, but sleep can't be found
Till your loving spirit wraps itself around
Then I'm covered and warm wrapped in love
An ethereal blanket keeps me safe and sound.


Ryter Roethical

The third linking line is optional and Fitzgerald often ignored it during his translation of The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyám. Here are the three opening stanzas

Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight
The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and strikes
The Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Light.

Before the phantom of False morning died,
Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
"When all the Temple is prepared within,
Why nods the drowsy Worshipper outside?"

And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
The Tavern shouted - "Open then the Door!
You know how little while we have to stay,
And, once departed, may return no more."

Rubaiyat Challenge Replies

Maryse Achong

Rubaiyat Review

Divena Collins

An Unrest Spirit
Cruel War
Fantasy of Love
Goodbye Sweet Mother
How Tame The Ocean
Indigo Sky
Non Correspondence
Re-borne To Love
Roaring Twenties
Saga Of Two Knights
Ye Olde Peddlar

Jem Farmer

Don't Say It Aloud

Ryter Roethicle

Amor ti vieta
Bach's Cello
Final Act
Haunted Vision
Man And Maid
My Three Teachers
Out of the Blue

Nia Wynne

Fair Miss
What Concern

Maryse Achong

Rubaiyat Review

The Rubaiyat is one I have to try;
I did one a long time ago but I
Have long forgotten how I did it then,
So I hope this one does not go awry.

I've taken up my fav'rite 'lucky pen',
Will close my eyes and count from one to ten...
And 'Hey Presto' my Rubaiyat is done;
Perhaps I ought to do this once again.

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Divena Collins

An Unrest Spirit

On a cold darkened mysterious night.
In the cemetary`s cold and misted light
A tawny owl screaches up high in his fort
Beneath the fullest moon shining bright.

A Monk had arisen from his ancient tomb
From the mist of time where shadows loom
An unrest spirit haunts thro` the stones
Searching freedom from dank earths gloom.

A monestary in England was once his home
When Henry the eighth sat on his throne
He banished monestaries, monks and nuns
In sixteen hundreds they were o`erthrown.

But now this monk returned once more
His shadow floats thro`the monestary door
Ordained to him as his house of worship
He then pray`s to God as he did before.


A Cruel War.

Oh Great spirit of the waters I call thee
Turn the great tide and set them all free,
No longer send our soldiers to perish
To far distant lands across the great sea.

Far too many young sons, have now been lost
Should they be the ones to count the cost
To be trapped in a relentless brutal war
With morale and valour close to exhaust.

What of their mothers what of young wives
What then of them, when lost are their lives
When all is left are medals they cannot wear
And a newly borne baby's about to arrive.

Hear them Oh spirits harken to their plea,
Boys can be saved from men who cant see
The pain that's inflicted, the tears that do flow
Come turn the great tide and set them all free.


Fantasy Of Love

This love that I feel so deep inside
Just know I cannot any longer hide
Tho` we may be vast oceans apart
I dream of you Oh my love with pride.

I dream of being in your loving arms
Entranced in warm masculine charms
Whatever may happen I know for sure
A little affection shall bear us no harm.

So come to me, my precious delight
Caress me now, and make love tonight,
Drown me in deepest passions of love
In rhapsody `neath this moon so bright."


Goodbye Sweet Mother

My dearest mother how I miss you so
The years passed on but tears still flow,
I wish my dearest one with all my heart
That I was with you when you had to go.

Memories linger on through the years
Secure in our world with never a fear
You were our saviour steadfast and true
To love and guide us, and dry our tears.

Images of you I shall treasure always
`Tis all that is left of those happy days
Of country rambles, amidst wild flowers
Memories live on and shall always stay

If only I was there for that last goodbye,
I would have cradled you, as you did I
Deep in my heart you will ever be near
My beautiful angel from a heavenly sky.


How Tame The Ocean

How vast hath tidal breezes changed
From calm unto violently disarranged
Sands then become like flooded castles
Washed away moats lost and estranged.

To ebb and to flow with high tidal waves
Crashing at rocks and flooding of caves
Treasures arise from long sunken galleons
From the bottom of deep sea graves.

Energetic these waves of variant power
Can also change on it`s spent out hour
Returns to tame these violent waters
For then the sea shalt bend and cower.

Then salt sea breezes caress my hair
I lift up my face to embrace the air
A vibrant cool and refreshing breeze
Drifting towards me calmly to share.


Indigo Sky

When dreams of love and sensuality
Become wonderful years of reality,
Hearts afloat `neath an indigo sky
And Earth seems to lose its gravity.

Butterfly wings that do flutter inside
Deep in love ne`er a wish is denied,
Dreams blessed `neath an Indigo sky
As the heat of sweet passions derive.

Out of darkness appears to be light
Celestial stars are shining so bright,
Spirits of love `neath an Indigo sky
Together at last on this heavenly night.

Love Is In The Air - Josephine Wall


Non Correspondence

I sent myself a letter to read when all alone
Never read a letter since I had the telephone,
The post box remains right outside my house
But all that was inside, an address unbeknown.

Friends keep in touch when they send me a text
Don't know how to answer, and feel rather vexed
I never see a post man except when it's bills
In this my lonely world I remain as perplexed.

Letters sent of love would never go a-miss
I should tie them in a bow sealed with a kiss,
To read once again endearing words of love
And treasure to my heart would be utter bliss.

So I send myself a letter to read when alone,
Never to arrive for strong winds had blown,
Lost high over mountains and wild across seas
Once more persistence rings my telephone.



Squares and angles with colours bold
Stitched together by young and old
Past and present as these years pass by
Each remnant had a tale to be told,

Passed down rags from each relation
Created to serve the next generation
Stitched with pride from nimble fingers
Her heart full of love and dedication.

Many a long hour she did sew and trim
From morning light until evenings dim
A weary grandmother so bent with age
Yet forever thankful and not ever grim.

Her creation meant well for the family
Kept an active mind for many a day
When all was done she uttered a sigh
It was her last, as she passed away.

Her patchwork quilt a treasure of old
Each remnant had a tale to be told.
For each generation her gift of love
Ever preserved by a heart of gold.


Re-BorneTo Love

Howe sweete thys loveinge thou doth endow
I cherishe completely mye hearte toe thou;
Sweet dreames pledg`d toe thee thys nighte
Wythe thy lovinge eyes glazed `neath thy brow

Sleepe well mye love nestle thye wearie heade
On soft breastes upon thye feathered bedde;
For pleasur`s off passione keepeth thee warme
Endearing wordes off longinge soe softlie saide.

Recallinge loste moments that was left behinde
Changinge of thee seasons past ne`er to finde;
Toe return once more bothe spirites borne anew
Callinge backe sweet memories within thy minde.

Awaken mye love feel thy scent of sweet balme
Re-enter thys newe borne World of sensual calme;
Toe again treade thee golden pathe of dreames
Ande once more presse mye hand within thy palme.


Roaring Twenties

The pages of time turns back the clock
Dance thro`out the years before rock,
Giving birth to the craze of the twenties
When jazz aroused the young in flocks.

Oh how they changed. the waltz was tame
But the `Charleston` they bobbed to fame,
They danced with vigour `The Black Bottom`
And the `Scissors` were crossed the same.

But this was so lively this razzmatazz
Spirits were free`d in the joys of jazz
Expressing inwards the rhythmic beat,
Boop boop de doo`s with a final pizazz.


Saga Of Two Knights

Deep in the heart of a woodland glade,
Hand on the hilt of a long sword blade
A handsome Knight came a`riding by
Galloping, forth to his true loves aide.

Beneath the branches on soft dark loam
His fiery stallion snorts breath of foam
He plunges forth thro` the forest green
On a gallant quest to rescue her home.

For she was captured and taken away
By a dark knight on this fateful day
A villain who had taken her for his own
Tethered, and bound. and made to obey.

`Twas full moon waxing betwixt the clouds
Lighting the path `neath the trees boughs
The swaying trees threw shadows abound
Tonight I must find my lover he vows.

Upon a long pathway that twisted round
Fresh hoof prints were there to be found
A delicate perfume then filled the air
And her gold trinket lay on the ground.

He tied his steed to the nearest tree
Tread on foot for his true love to see
So silently crept and ventured forth
To espy his love saddened was she.

The dark knight stood there out in front
His sword and shield ready to confront
To fight and win this fair ladies hand
There in a battle with bold affront

They came together in a deadly duel
Swords flashing like precious jewels
Who then shall breathe his final breathe
And shall meet the bitter end so cruel.

With a sharp sword thrust thro` his chest
Blood flowing freely from his breast
From the battle he fought and lost
The dark knight slain and laid to rest.

Souls of rage scream unto the night,
An unrest spirit now lost in flight
A bold black raven leaves his nest
And haunts with vengeance to re- unite.


Ye Olde Peddlar

The peddlar doe call to showe hys wayeres
Pryses a farthinge toe olde gayte repayers
Hys rikett olde carte didd fayre welle betymes
Manie longe yeres hadd itt dunn fayre shayres

Callinge att thee cotts nigh everie longe weeke
Sellynge divers thynges wych sum folke seeke
Thayre bee pottes ande panns wyth all thee lyds
Buketts ande bowles, whenn thee olde doe leeke.

Hym calles toe sharpenn blunten`d sheeres.
Toe hys olde carte were a sharpner appeeres
Kniffes ande syssors, honed fyne and sharpe.
One halfpenny onlie ande a porter off beeres.

They cann heare hym cummin forr myles arounde
Hys beeten downe carte ande hys yellin sounde,
Peasant folks saye theye cann still hear hym nowe
Ande hym six futte under thee blessed grounde.

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Jem Farmer

Don't Say It Aloud

It's one o'clock, we daren't be late,
all hungry kids, mum makes us wait
around the table in silent hush
'til Sunday lunch is on the plate.

A chicken roast, we're sat and shush
they have red wine, we sipped fruit crush,
while dad and knife begin to slice
it takes so long why did we rush.

To get the wishbone would be nice,
and pull it hard so wishes splice
with dreams, but don't say it aloud,
a secret wish, is sound advice..

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Ryter Roethical

Amor ti vieta

Love forbids you not to love.
That gentle hand that repulses me
Sought the pressure of my hand;
Your eye says: "I love you",
Though your lips are saying: "I won't!"
Fedora; Umberto Giordano

Love forbids you not to love.
That message is not from above
Instead it asks, "What do you see,
And on seeing are aware of?"

That gentle hand that repulses me
Still grips me, oh so gently
And close to me you still stand.
And standing oh so closely

Sought the pressure of my hand;
Help me please, help me understand,
I'm confused, what can I do?
Tell me what you have planned.

Your eye says: "I love you",
What is this confusion through?
Deep inside you know what you want
And what you really want to do.

Though your lips are saying: "I won’t!"
They are not saying, no, or don't
Your heart is saying, "I am in love,
And there is no such word as can't!"


Bach's Cello

I allow the music to flow over me
It and my soul no longer entities
The dark, deep tones of the cello
Make me realise the gift of a Deity.

United by music, oh so mellow.
I am part of it and I must follow
Flowing o'er me like an eternal sea.
Unknown by those who exist below.

Existence is all it could ever be
Without this music that's so Heavenly
I'm so relaxed now at peace with all
I can have a port now, Old Tawny.



Some live their lives hand to hand
Leaving a trail like a long riband
Of wagon wheels on virgin plain
Or footprints in the fresh beach sand.

The wind will raise the grassy plain.
Some have lives travelled full of pain
But tides will wash away pain and sin
And leaves all fresh without a stain.

Fields that are planted again begin
To show crops budding deep within
Singing promise of a harvest tune
Then fields become a weeded skin.

Seasons come and go like the moon
And life circles round far too soon
When life ripens, then rots with age
And wisdom changes to buffoon.



Have you seen the bush by moonlight
Seen the Sun kiss the Earth goodnight
Covering her with a sleepy goldness
Just preparing for a time of delight.

Have you heard the birds raucous din
At the end of day as parrots settle in?
Red breasted galahs argue with the rest
A host of colours flitting then settling

See the red rock in the middle at sunrise
Then the contrast 'gainst light blue skies
The richest greens of the northern jungle
And burnt out trees that never die

Evermore you'll love the bushland
White sand beaches and red heartland
See the rains that have long been prayed for
And see the Garden State alive and grand.



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 sing;
Maggie Cusick

Long ago when the world was young
Stories were passed by bards poems sung
Refrains strummed on their bardic strings
And history around the dining halls rung

Enchantment spread by Angel's wings
As faeries danced round moonlit springs
Listening happily to the humans play
Feet moving to their happy dancing's.

Sprinkling magic dust along the way
As birds sang way the end of the day
Around the world and back voices ring
Then in time some faeries learned to play.

As cherubs raise their voice and sing;
Me realised new thoughts took wing
And too this added their own song
That's why the Gods invented spring.


Man and Maid

As the bird wheels lazily in the sky
A young man watches it on high
In the meadow lying on the grass
Seeing time and clouds go by.

There is no time there is no place
The scene is set what e'r the race
For boy and maid must ever meet
For beauty is she and lovely her face.

The maiden now rides down the street
Peddles spinning on winged feet
To meet her love, her soul-mate
Already her heart misses its beat

Unaware of what we know as fate
The maid casually opens the gate
Unknowing, uncaring of what will befall
Longingly kisses her youthful date.

Together they lay this maid and boy
Her mood no longer shy and coy
Exquisite pain bring out her cries
Falling from her face, her tears of joy

With happiness and love, time flies
And barely with the blink of eyes
Time has flown and love has grown
Lovers, loving next to each other lies.

Kisses over, at each other thrown
Each night of love from dusk till dawn
Together they lie, this maid by his side
Till seeds so easily thrown have grown

So with the maid he did abide
Rather than lose her, would have died
A man so strong and full and light
That he was there when she cried.

He was there and held her tight
With each pain throughout the night
And held his daughter in his arms
As his lover carried on her fight,

But Fates too vicious with her charms
And tore his lover from his arms
Dashing his life to smithereens
Sending heaven into alarms.

He held his daughter to his breast
In addition, a holy vow he did attest
That forever he would love his child
In addition, whatever comes would do his best.

No longer a man, young and wild
However, hard as steel and temper mild
Now able to take life as rusted tin
The roughest edges off him filed.

Again, time and fate must step in
Now we hear the warriors din
He has no chance, he has no choice
But protect his love from others sin.

So in uniform he lends his sound
And listens to the cannons pound
Screaming mates give out their voice
Death and maim a cacophony around.

Machine guns sound their rat, tat, tat
Incessant, laying everyone flat
But some get up and move apace
But still it goes on, dat, dat, dat.

The years go on, trench and lice
Mortars and mines and other vice
The man survives as others die
Scars attest each deathly dice.

A thousand nights, a thousand dreams
Horror mixing with peaceful scenes
But war must end and peace again
And home the warriors ship now steams.

The ANZAC dreams are bitter pain
And still return each night again,
But softer with the sands of time
Memory lessened with each grain.

Bathing eventually removes the grime
And washes away the trenches slime
But not the blood and inside scars
And the hideous facts of legal crime

Caused by mans incessant wars
Creating building a million corps
Of each dead lover, husband, son
Laying spent on these hellish whores.

But eventually sanity sees the sun
Allows "normal life" begin again
Lives and loves allowed to grow
And bear the fruit so dearly won.

First time for years he sees his doe
It takes a while for each to know
But blood and love soon over come
What fate has ever dared to throw.

The little child holds under thumb
A warrior father stern and glum
Remembering to love once more
Her smile soon makes his heart strum.

As she grows, he sees once more
The woman that he loved and bore
Their child, but cruel Fate made die.
His heart still swells, still sore.

As the bird wheels lazily in the sky
A young man watches it on high
In the meadow lying on the grass
Seeing time and clouds go by.


My Three Teachers

There are three teachers in my humanity
The first bade me question everything I see
Who said that is the "status quo"?
Who agrees that is how things should be?

The second simply said to me, "Just go,
Travel, only then can your spirit grow".
So, I travelled to many a foreign land,
And saw the wonders there was to show.

As I travelled, I questioned and I learned,
Some truths hid questions in the sand,
And not seeing them blindly went away.
My sprit self grew, but still was bland.

For years I lived questioning every day,
Travelling and learning as was my way.
At night I'd dream but in the morn forgot,
Considering them nothing more than play.

Logic dictating I followed that narrow plot
Sandy questions asking what was what,
Ignored and cast off like my dreams,
Like a fly at which I would casually swat.

Dreams too long ignored find the means,
And sandy questions bursting at the seams
Can always climb over the highest wall
Like a bursting dam creating raging streams.

I heard what had been a subtle call,
Truth had called in a voice so small
I knew she was my teacher this time
She said, "Believe in yourself that's all".

Follow your dreams and you’ll be fine
Attainment will make your life sublime
There are three teachers in my humanity
Helping me on my starwards climb.



The night is dark and you're alone.
In fear you hear the night beasts moan
See the shadows creep along the wall
In fear you cringe as ghosties groan.

Spine chills as the werewolves howl
Rotting flesh makes the air most foul
The night is dark and you're alone.
Once more you hear the hooting owl.

In terror you reach for the phone
The line is dead, all help has flown
And evil wagers for your soul
Finally reaping what you have sown

Visions now remembered from the past
No forgiveness now the dice are cast
No priestly rites can save your soul
For Hell as claimed you whole at last

One flash of light and a waking poke
Relief floods through as tears you choke
Suddenly all sense has gone and
This is your first taste of a satanic joke.



In days of old when men were bold
And poetry wasn't really all that old.
Men roamed the land with lute in hand
Telling tales that just had to be told.

But oftimes bastards who were mad
Would try to gag each stalwart lad.
For keeping people informed and sane
Was considered by some to be bad.

Each age that's been in countries seen
The written word suppressed has been
Religion has caused wisdom to be paused
And politics caused literary screen.

But with each age in histories whit
One person has let people know it.
His idealism has led revolutions
That is your oftimes humble poet.

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Nia Wynne

Fair Miss

In the dew cups where frogs hide
She sleeps away the nights ride,
Beneath the toadstools and sky,
I saw here laying inside.

Beside the flowers I grew
Hoping to see her on cue
As the sunrise brings her out,
She wakens the robins, too.

Fair miss fae sings to each sprout,
Dances for daises pouts,
Harmonizes the bee's hives
And shakes me from any doubts.


What Concern

Words do fall less upon pages
Etched by nights wand with love's age
An ageless bond bath'd by moons light,
Io queen among her mage's.

Her mage's cast a blue sight
Blue beyond where we'd take flight
All our loves lessons learned,
We're not concerned by white.

Only one heart now does yearn
For failed inks to here earn
What space and time cannot cage,
The best of desires turn.

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