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2010 Poetry Form Challenge

#19 Villanelle

The Villanelle is a wonderfully challenging poetry form. It consists of ninteen lines which comprise of two rhymes that are very different in the way they are used.
The unique thing about this form is that the first and third lines of the first verse become the alternating final lines of the next four verses. So the choice of the first and last line is very important and more so because in the last stanza they form a couplet and become the "Closure".
If things weren't difficult enough already, all the 2nd lines of each stanza rhyme with each other.
The Dylan Thomas Poem below, is considered to be the finest example of this form and to help look at the rhyme patterns I've broken the lines into colour. Purple has been cosen for the first line and Red for third line of the first stanza.
The first line of each follows the first stanza rhyme.
Blue for the centre line rhyme. This line is probably the most important line in each stanza and the most difficult one to construct and I would recommend care in selecting your primary rhyme.


Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night,

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night,

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night,

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Dylan Thomas



Villanelle Challenge Replies

Maryse Achong

They Challenged Me

Divena Collins

Anastaia Romanov
An Ocean of Love
Autumns Child
Coat of Many Colours
In Love
Memories of September
Mists of Time
Once There Were Lilacs
Pains of Love
Scatterbrain
Silken Butterfly
To Love Is To Live
Villanelle Of Love
When Love Is Blind

Jem Farmer

Armistice
Betwixt Waning and Waxing
Can Love Reside In Art?
Enchantments of Love
Heavy on the Vine
Yuletide Night

Reason A Poteet

Debate Unraveled

Ryter Roethicle

Cry Loudly
Dignity
Full Moons Light
Left Counting the Stars
May I
My Shy One
Nature
Oceanic Thoughts
Pontoon
Twilight Glitters
When Darkness Looms

Leny Roovers

Forever
Within You

Brian Sullivan

Does She Know?

Nia Wynne

We Can't Forget



Maryse Achong

They Challenged Me

They challenged me to write a villanelle
And I was inclined to attempt this feat,
But I'm not sure I did it very well.

I gave it my best shot, oh what the hell
Threw fear aside and jumped in with both feet...
They challenged me to write a villanelle.

And even though I hear a warning bell
Too late for doubts, can't leave it incomplete:
But I'm not sure I did it very well.

I wonder why on earth I let them sell
Me the idea... am tempted to retreat.
They challenged me to write a villanelle

But I'm no quitter that much I can tell
You, so I refused to concede defeat,
But I'm not sure I did it very well.

It's nearly done and I can almost smell
The scent of victory, and it is sweet.
They challenged me to write a villanelle
But I'm not sure I did it very well.

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Divena Collins

Anastasia Romanov

Princess Anastasia so alone in the rain
Such was innocence of beauty and grace
Where shall she flee from memory lane.

She who had witnessed torture and pain
Who had disappeared with out a trace
Princess Anastasia so alone in the rain.

Never to see her precious family again
What hurt and anguish befell her race
Where shall she flee from memory lane.

Some had searched for her but in vain
Believed once again to recall her face
Princess Anastasia so alone in the rain.

Unfortunate fate for the Romanov name
A fallen empire they can never replace
Where shall she flee from memory lane.

What of her anguish her family was slain
Was it she had to witness this disgrace
Princess Anastasia so alone in the rain
Where shall she flee from memory lane.



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Autumns Child

Oh autumns child come hither now and blow
Gentle gusts of breath on a heavy branch
Before the winter winds bring forth the snow.

Crinkled leaves scatter on the earth below
Here and there they fly in a frenzied dance
Oh autumns child come hither now and blow.

Forever remaining the cosy nest of the crow
Oblivious to the seasons in her rigid stance
Before the winter winds bring forth the snow.

Let the rains bring music the earth to bestow.
To cover the leaves making loam to enhance
Oh autumns child come hither now and blow.

Shine full bright moon on the forest we know
Let the winds come forth for a final chance
Before the winter winds bring forth the snow.

Seasons may come and the seasons may go
Fine shades of autumn are natures romance
Oh Autumns child come hither now and blow
Before the winter winds bring forth the snow.



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An Ocean of Love

Gazing outwards to sea with pride
She waited inland from the shore
So long since he wedded his bride

Many months their love was denied
Thought he would sail back no more
His ship returned from oceans wide.

Casting dreams of love to one side
Man shall always need to explore
So long since he wedded his bride.

One day soon he shall stand beside
With his promises of love to restore
His ship returned from oceans wide.

Sailing home from the great divide
He had travelled many times before
So long since he wedded his bride.

This night he remains by her side
To cherish, to honour and adore
So long since he wedded his bride
His ship returned from oceans wide.



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Coat Of Many Colours

In every intention I would set out to do
When I was once young and productive
Stitching was my interest among a few.

With snips of the scissors interest grew
I applied my trimming so constructive
In every intention I would set out to do.

My days then of learning I did a review
At the start it was I who was instructive
Stitching was my interest among a few.

But when my interests changed I knew
Things went wrong I turned destructive
In every intention I would set out to do.

I would lose my patience and turn blue
Release my temper, wild and defensive
Stitching was my interest among a few.

I had learned to tack, to tuck, and sew
Now I am older and much more pensive
Stitching was my interest among a few
In every intention I would set out to do.



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In Love

There were no words for we both knew
True love mirrored in both our eyes,
Since that day on our affections grew

Passions of love mutual between two
For us it was never to be a surprise,
There were no words for we both knew.

Our love we now share everyday anew
Closer together as temperatures rise
Since that day on our affections grew.

We know that this love we have is true
To break this bond would be so unwise
There were no words for we both knew.

Soft shades of love with a delicate hue
Spirits that soar to the clear blue skies
Since that day on our affections grew

I saw love written deep in eyes of blue
Mirrored so deep where affection lies
There were no words for we both knew.
Since that day on our affections grew.



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Memories Of September

We met in the month September
Golden leaves had started to fade
Memories were ours to remember.

We shared these moments in time
Amidst birds songs sweet serenade
We met in the month of September

No touch could e-er be so sublime
Nor kisses sweeter to persuade
Memories were ours to remember.

Why should loving be such a crime
How can this affection be forbade
We met in the month of September

When love takes an upward climb
It is us who are being displayed
Memories were ours to remember.

Cannot these tongues just resign
Forget their meaningless cherade
We met in the month of September
Memories were ours to remember.



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She Stood Alone

She stood alone in the mists of time
I knew she would come back to me
A spirit deep amidst woods sublime.

For a mothers love is always there
Remaining `neath an old oaken tree
She stood alone in the mists of time.

My angel returns her love to share
All pain and suffering broken free
A spirit deep amidst woods sublime.

She died so young life was never fair
New found serenity was meant to be
She stood alone in the mists of time.

Nobody knows how to really prepare
Within heart and mind its hard to see
A spirit deep amidst woods sublime.

For grief seems to be beyond prayer
Only to know she always loved thee
A spirit deep amidst woods sublime
She stood alone in the mists of time.



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Once There Were Lilacs

Once there was a lilac tree next door
Heavenly scent floated in the breeze
Now scented blossoms are no more.

The flowers no longer bloom in May
Oh why must people cut down trees
Once there was a lilac tree next door.

Heart shaped leaves a sweet bouquet
Perfect strong and free from disease
Now scented blossoms are no more.

Gone is the beauty of a lilac sachet
Thro` ignorant know it all`s expertise
Once there was a lilac tree next door.

For mother nature betrayed this way
Protected land they cannot foresee
Now scented blossoms are no more.

Why cant they meet nature halfway
And lightly prune not to hack it free
Once there was a lilac tree next door
Now scented blossoms are no more.



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Pains of Love

How can I help what I feel inside
Why I wipe my eyes from a tear
Of happiness when love is alive

If parting can be sweet sorrow
Oh why must I now suffer fear
How can I help what I feel inside.

Why in my self pity must I wallow
When my heart can feel no cheer
Of happiness when love is alive.

If only my instincts would follow
Sweet whispers of love in my ear
How can I help what I feel inside.

Maybe I am afraid of tomorrow
Rejection for yet another year
Of happiness when love is alive

Thoughts in my mind grow hollow
To forget is to love and to hear
How can I help what I feel inside
Of happiness when love is alive.



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Scatterbrain

I think I may be stuck in a slow lane
Thoughts dont come easy in my mind
When my brain goes against the grain.

I try to achieve a worthier existence
An intelligent life of a different kind
I think I may be stuck in a slow lane.

Tho` my stupidity has no resistance
Things that I do are senseless I find
When my brain goes against the grain.

They say it is age causes persistence
That the memory is often left behind
I think I may be stuck in a slow lane.

Lost in my world never ask assistance
So independant that I remain resigned
When my brain goes against the grain.

Maybe my mind`s lost all consistence
And its time that I left intellect behind
When my brain goes against the grain
I think I may be stuck in a slow lane.



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Silken Butterfly

So softly thy satin wings hath flown
Thy eastern promise fluttering nigh
Thy silken butterfly of beauty unknown.

So calm the gentle breeze hath blown
To float all alone in an azure blue sky
So softly thy satined wings hath flown.

Upon sweet blossom of almond grown
Whispered wings on a wind swept sigh
Thy silken butterfly of beauty unknown.

Fluttering hazily midst dandelion down
Thy shall ne-er smile nor e-er shall cry
So softly thy satined wings hath flown.

No finer wings can construe thy gown
Visions of nature which feasts the eye
Thy silken butterfly of beauty unknown.

Thy never worry to wear a deep frown
Weaving fantasies thro` rainbows high
So softly thy satined wings hath flown.
Thy silken butterfly of beauty unknown.



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To Love is to Live (Variation)

How can I help what I feel inside
Why you wipe my eyes of a tear
Of happiness when love is alive.

If parting can be sweet sorrow
Oh why must I then suffer fear
How can I help what I feel inside.

Why in self pity must I wallow
When my heart can always cheer
Of happiness when love is alive.

If only my instincts would follow
Sweet whispers of love in my ear
How can I help what I feel inside.

Maybe I am afraid of tomorrow
Rejection for yet another year
Of happiness when love is alive

Thoughts in my mind grow hollow
To love is not blind when it`s near
How can I help what I feel inside
Of happiness when love is alive.



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Villanelle Of Love

Pray hold me closer unto thee this night
For thou hath enthralled my very heart
I pray of thee for thus my wanton plight.

This desire for thy love by a tallow light
Shalt cast aside my thoughts to depart
Pray hold me closer unto thee this night.

Within thine arms I shalt feel just right
This divinity of love shalt ne-er be apart
I pray of thee for thus my wanton plight.

For eternity this love shalt ne-er despite
To hold and to nurture passion as an art
Pray hold me closer unto thee this night.

Let soft wings of love to me take flight
Of passionate dreams thy doth impart
I pray of thee for thus my wanton plight

For e-er I pledge thy love to me excite
For love hath flourished from the start
Hold me closer to thee unto this night
I pray of thee for thus my wanton plight



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When Love is Blind

Eyes do not see when love is blind
Of fantasy, and imagined inner vision,
Registered in a brain, that is so defined.

If love, and lust, are so much of a kind,
How is one to make, the right decision,
Eyes do not see, when love is blind.

When inner feelings, are there to remind
There must always be, that last revision,
Registered in a brain,that is so defined

Devoted hearts, will both be entwined.
This love possessed, now to envision
Eyes do not see, when love is blind.

Dreams, and thoughts, of love designed
Embraced together in perfect precision,
Registered in a brain, that is so defined.

Love and fantasy, are both combined,
Passion now enters, the final provision
For eyes do not see, when love is blind.
Registered in a brain, that is so defined.



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Jem Farmer

Armistice



He lowers his hat as she wipes her tears,
when a thoughtful hush falls, as battles cease
and our silence reflects over the years.

He comes home battered and torn by his fears
in nightmarish dreams that will never decrease
he lowers his hat as she wipes her tears.

Weary soldiers greeted by grateful cheers,
from the pits of war, a brief release
and our silence reflects over the years.

As they battled on those hellish frontiers,
and life was lost at a bullet's caprice,
he lowers his hat as she wipes her tears,

From private soldiers to the brigadiers,
our sovereignty became their golden fleece
and our silence reflects over the years.

The words of remembrance ring in our ears
in heartfelt hopes and prayers for bless'd peace
he lowers his hat as she wipes her tears,
and our silence reflects over the years.

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Betwixt Waning and Waxing

After the last of waning moon
before the waxing of the new
where lies the darker paths of rune.

Let spite be cast and strewn
and far away from me and you
after the last of waning moon

We dance to piper's merry tune
as lunar lore comes into view
where lies the darker paths of rune.

The words of pain be left to croon,
and Queen of Fae shall guide us true
after the last of waning moon.

Listen close where whispers commune
amid the Autumn's vibrant hue
where lies the darker paths of rune.

Secrets revealed too fast, too soon,
yet still our hearts come shining through
after the last of waning moon
where lies the darker paths of rune.



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Can Love Reside in Art?

I wonder what she sees when peering in my curtained heart,
do clouds of fortune bring intense reflection
as cries of thought invade my mind; can love reside in art?

Her magic charm invoking pages of the Grimoire's chart,
enchanting aura's discreet fascination;
I wonder what she sees when peering in my curtained heart.

Are mystic dreams now trapped in silica then teased apart?
My dreams of wistful longings mere distraction;
as cries of thought invade my mind; can love reside in art?

Becharming mistress scries the hazy thoughts that gods impart,
but can she see my haunting aspiration?
I wonder what she sees when peering in my curtained heart.

Hypnotic sunsets carry musical strains of Mozart;
can sacred visions inspire such devotion;
as cries of thought invade my mind; can love reside in art?

Beneath her cool composure burns a cold, unbeating heart,
the path that leads beyond my last damnation
I wonder what she sees when peering in my curtained heart,
as cries of thought invade my mind; can love reside in art?



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Enchantments of Love

Wrap me within the gaze that bewitches me
Seduce my mind as my lips kiss your soul
Gather me to you and set my heart free

Fingers touch revealing what mystics see
In hazy eyes, find love's magical goal
Wrap me within the gaze that bewitches me

Muted emotions crave spellbound liberty
Enchantments of love mundane doubts console
Gather me to you and set my heart free

A single word can fill my heart with glee
But your eyes reflect where my senses roll
Wrap me within the gaze that bewitches me

The briefest glance denies me reality
Overwhelmed senses I can not control
Gather me to you and set my heart free

In love's chains, show my heart clarity
Lost in your loving eyes I become whole
Wrap me within the gaze that bewitches me
Gather me to you and set my heart free

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Heavy on the Vine

Now grapes are hanging heavy on the vine,
in valleys neath the blazing summer sun.
and senses yearn to savour fragrant wine

All thoughts are lost and memories resign,
as dreams recall a time of loving fun,
when grapes were hanging heavy on the vine

For love has flown beyond the mortal line,
but feelings say we are forever one,
and senses yearn to savour fragrant wine

Each night I sleep and find that love is mine,
until the dawn reveals the world I shun
when grapes are hanging heavy on the vine

As reflections fall like silver moonshine,
I whisper on the breeze. 'I love you, hun!'
and senses yearn to savour fragrant wine

Those precious dreams in which our souls combine,
exalt the day my life is truly done
when grapes are hanging heavy on the vine
and senses yearn to savour fragrant wine

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Yuletide Night

Will you be here with us this Yuletide night
and join our song of love in ancient days
we greet the dawn in the circle of light

Above, the silver moon is shining bright
as we recall the time of Pagan ways
will you be here with us this Yuletide Night?

In joy and mirth, the sunís rebirth in sight
a gentle glow that warms the snowy haze
we greet the dawn in the circle of light

The winterís frosty wind is at itís height
as in the flames of Yule we sit and gaze
will you be here with us this Yuletide Night?

The Earth is draped in robes of purest white
the log is burning in a fiery blaze
to greet the dawn in the circle of light

As we rejoice and sing our sacred rite
in natureís wonder our voices raise
will you be here with us this Yuletide night
to greet the dawn in the circle of light

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Reason A Poteet

Debate Unraveled

Slander blossoms without root
creating lies and fabrication.
Rumor yields a blemished fruit.

Scandal will flourish while enroute
to whispered, callous augmentation.
Thus slander blossoms without root.

Taking issue with points so moot
deriding truth with orchestration,
such rumors yield a blemished fruit.

Fiendish minions supply the loot
while critics stage a confrontation
and slander blossoms without root.

Humor can serve to feed the brute
counterbalancing altercation
still rumor yields a blemished fruit.

To argue on in disrepute
will serve its own humiliation.
Slander blossoms without root;
rumor yields a blemished fruit.

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Ryter Roethical

Cry Loudly

Cry loudly now, creatures of the night
As bent on it's way the creature flies
Leathered wings beat in the moonlight

The maidens open window comes in sight
Hair askew in slumber on her bed she lies
Cry loudly now, creatures of the night

Changing quietly he moves into her sight
At first there is fear, then loves surprise
Leathered wings beat in the moonlight

Her throat, her soul she offers, invites his bite
Eternal life, but death to see the sunrise
Cry loudly now, creatures of the night

Bodies joined in passion their flesh ignite
A Queen created a Queen of Darkness
Leathered wings beat in the moonlight

With vows exchanged in hellish might
His blood she drinks in wantonness
Cry loudly now, creatures of the night
Leathered wings beat in the moonlight.



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Dignity

So much to do so much to share
Opening the box with a heavy sigh
With each love a life of care.

Love as much as you would dare.
Helping your lover with tear filled eye
So much to do so much to share.

Last few months you were not there
Our love together its time is nigh
With each love a life of care.

Lying on the bed I stroke your hair
True loves helps when it's time to die
So much to do so much to share.

I wonder of what you are aware
This way means there's no goodbye
With each love a life of care

I hold you close and begin to cry
You touch me as if saying aye.
So much to do so much to share
With each love a life of care.

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Full Moons Light

As I lead you by the hand into the night
We steal away from the cares of the day
Our way is well lit by the full moons light.

Our hearts sure what we're doing is right
And of tomorrows woe's no hint give they
As I lead you by the hand into the night.

The shadowy flutter of an owl in flight
Leads us happily along the wooded way
Our way is well lit by the full moons light.

I gaze at you, seeing eyes that shine so bright
Craving that this moment should ever stay
As I lead you by the hand into the night.

In the woods our loving bodies finally unite
And love we will until the break of day
Our way is well lit by the full moons light.

Now ever bound together by this loving rite
As arms and limbs are laced in our interplay
As I lead you by the hand into the night
Our way is well lit by the full moons light.



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Left Counting the Stars

Now is the time for tears, no more loud hurrahs
You are gone; my bed is now empty and silent.
With the death of love, I'm left counting the stars.

When our love was new we had no scars
With time and self doubt you missed what I meant.
Now is the time for tears, no more loud hurrahs

Now you have turned your back and put up bars
And all that remains now of you is your scent.
With the death of love, I'm left counting the stars.

There is no prize, no cheers and no fat cigar
Just a terrible feeling of my life being spent.
Now is the time for tears, no more loud hurrahs

Now I see a zero of all I thought was ours
What can I do, can I hope or must I lament?
With the death of love, I'm left counting the stars.

The radio is playing the music of sad guitars
My road to Hell was paved with good intent.
Now is the time for tears, no more loud hurrahs
With the death of love, I'm left counting the stars.



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May I?

"May I be your dragon" he said,
She felt his hot breath upon her
"I'd prefer to call you friend instead."

He smiled and shook his scaly head,
"I know your fears and I do concur
May I be your dragon" he said,

"Until now your sight I did dread,
I know now what I do prefer,
I'd prefer to call you friend instead."

"Let's look towards the travels ahead
Enemies, problems, I will deter,
May I be your dragon" he said,

"I now look towards the years ahead
Which will pass in an endless blur.
You are my dragon," she said.
"I'd prefer to call you friend instead."



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My shy one

My shy one there is much to be patient of;
Thy eyes say much, soft and gentle,
Thou has quietened in speech my love.

Thy love trembling, fills me with awe, sweet dove
I cherish thee, my arms yearning to cradle
My shy one there is much to be patient of.

Finger traces thy cheek, gentle as Kid glove;
Heart bursting with love none can excel
Thou has quietened in speech my love.

Thou art a precious petal floating above
Come take my hand darling let thy fears dispel
My shy one there is much to be patient of

Your lips tremble as if love to prove
I kiss each finger, my love to tell
Thou has quietened in speech my love.

Be not afraid, take my hand and I’ll remove
all doubts, as entranced I am within your spell
My shy one there is much to be patient of
Thou has quietened in speech my love.



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Nature

All things were given to man and his conceit
To live in simple ways upon this Earth
Somewhere to live and an abundance to eat.

Living as one with the Earth, a simple feat
Feeding, nourishing, finding out life's worth
All things were given to man and his conceit

The ancients never had need to steal or cheat
The bosom of Nature is a bountiful berth
Somewhere to live and an abundance to eat.

Some want a world where they are the heat
Where misery is good and the sin is mirth
All things were given to man and his conceit

Those who know, never have to compete
Following ancient ways there is no dearth
Somewhere to live and an abundance to eat.

We must return to the path to be complete
Sharing these wonders from the time of birth.
All things were given to man and his conceit
Somewhere to live and an abundance to eat.



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Oceanic Thoughts

Sitting on the empty beach alone on the sand,
There is the orange fire sky of the setting sun
Inside's a desire for my lover in another land.

Things went perfect, better than we had planned,
No regrets at all for what we have begun
Sitting on the empty beach alone on the sand.

The water rushes in and out greeting my hand.
And I remember kisses and things we'd done
Inside's a desire for my lover in another land.

Although my heart aches, I think I understand
You are now my Queen and I your champion,
Sitting on the empty beach alone on the sand.

I want to run in the water, and splash around
With my memories of our times, and of our fun
Inside's a desire for my lover in another land.

I wonder does my lover have thoughts so grand
Is there anything she'd wish to have undone
Sitting on the empty beach alone on the sand,



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Pontoon

Our lives and love are just like a card game
We all hope that fate will deal us out a hand
No difference because we always wish the same.

With each new card, there is only luck to blame
All hoping fervently for a love so grand
Our lives and love are just like a card game

The lights are dim, the Ace of hearts your aim
You have 16 to show, do you draw or stand?
No difference because we always wish the same.

Is fate being cruel? No hearts within the frame
Three cards now you are holding in your hand
Our lives and love are just like a card game

You buy a card, dare to look. It's value is the same
And now what? Dare you see what fate has planned
No difference because we always wish the same.

You can bust, lay them down and make your claim
Any card above a five and you are dammed.
Our lives and love are just like a card game
No difference because we always wish the same



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Twilight Glitters

Twilight glitters with unclaimed dreams
Casts away the promises made by the day

Do not live a life hidden by moonbeams.

Cover your eyes, life is not what it seems
And in the end get that for what you pay
Twilight glitters with unclaimed dreams

An unsatisfied life spent in useless schemes
All the time, greed is holding reality at bay
Do not live a life hidden by moonbeams.

Is life more or less like those soapy scenes
Or promises of what you want if you pray
Twilight glitters with unclaimed dreams

Cast it all aside and ignore their screams
Believe in a life lit by the Suns first ray
Do not live a life hidden by moonbeams.

Life should be spent fishing in streams
Then loving nights with times of play.
Twilight glitters with unclaimed dreams
Do not live a life hidden by moonbeams.



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When darkness looms

When darkness looms, tomorrow fades away
No comforting light shines upon or within
Making it hard to see beyond this day.
Tonight only foulest evil shall hold sway
And blackest night shall pave the way for sin
When darkness looms, tomorrow fades away

Deep in the night is when the wicked will play
Fixating on sorrow's gruelling tailspin
Making it hard to see beyond this day.

Around this corruption purest white turns grey
Night creatures shriek and howl their hellish din
When darkness looms, tomorrow fades away

All living things seem hollow, yet full of decay
As long as it stays dark, evil will always win
Making it hard to see beyond this day.

Corruption and decay, lusting from evils prey
Nothing but darkness to goodness's chagrin
When darkness looms, tomorrow fades away
Making it hard to see beyond this day.



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Leny Roovers

Forever

Within my heart there is a special place;
it's filled with light and memories of you,
though we were never meant to win the race.
I still can hear your voice and see your face,
although we've both accepted that we're through;
within my heart, there is that special place.

I'll never be successful to erase
the treasured joy and laughter we accrued,
though we were never meant to win the race.

Some days, I know our thoughts still interlace
as with a sudden turn of mind the past sweeps through-
within my heart, there is a special place.

The years we shared, have left a lingering trace-
soft images of love, dressed in pale hues;
though we were never meant to win the race.

White thought-ships float across sky's wide blue space
as silently I whisper my adieus.
Within my heart there is a special place,
yet we were never meant to win the race.



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Within You

My mind is focused on your name in prayer;
my eyes are closed, while senses turn within
as I'm accepted into deeper layers.

I'm freeing all my thoughts into your care,
they're drifting upward with a gentle spin-
my mind is focused on your name in prayer.

At rest inside your peace I am aware
how stars are born in you and life begins
as I'm accepted into deeper layers.

Your touch expands my world, I am prepared
to trust the hand I feel upon my skin;
my mind is focused on your name in prayer.

I'll know you'll guide my feet on daring stairs-
above, below, you mirror worlds therein
as I'm accepted into deeper layers.

I feel my soul ablaze with sudden flare-
the boundaries between us have grown thin;
my mind is focused on your name in prayer
as I'm accepted into deeper layers.



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Brian Paul Sullivan

Does She Know?

Does she know I love her so?
I've never said a single word,
'tis something I try not to show,

I wish that I could just let go,
Through the silence has she heard?
Does she know I love her so?

Her presence makes me all aglow,
My heart flutters like a bird,
'tis something I try not to show,

Speech comes so thick and slow,
I ask through the written word,
Does she know I love her so?

Once cupid's loosed his bow,
How can silence be endured?,
'tis something I try not to show,

From my heart does it flow,
My spirit says it's been pured,
Does she know I love her so?
'tis something I try not to show.

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Nia Wynne

These Looks

Old looks, new looks, lost and forgotten,
Deserted gardens where wishes can't be found
Are places in the heart, plausible though misbegotten.

Remembering a sandy beach we walked when
The eyes of love shared in an impromptu romp, round
Old looks, new looks, lost and forgotten.

There are no words left to write or speak when
The look of love has left the stage iracund,
And places in the heart, plausible though misbegotten.

Such day dreams can never be truly gotten
For the earth has turned her face away to confound
Old looks, new looks, lost and forgotten.

Flirtations of the eyes that hold common emotion
Are the stuff of romances on the rebound
And places in the heart, plausible though misbegotten.

And now another day gone unenlightened
For two souls wishes become infound
Old looks, new looks, lost and forgotten,
With places in the heart, plausible though misbegotten.



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