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2010 Poetry Form Challenge

#03 Envelope Couplets



The Envelope couplet is a far stricter variation of the Stave Stanza, here the first and last line use the same refrain which starts and completes the stanzas of that poem. The second and fifth line of each stanza rhyme with the refrain lines. This leaves only the centre couplet to change its rhyme. The pattern for a three stanza work would be:
A1. a. b. b. a. A2.... A1. a. c. c. a. A2.... A1. a. d. d. a. A2....

The Night Is Dark

The night is dark and you're alone.
In fear you hear the night beasts moan
See the shadows move on the wall
Spine chilling as the white wolves call
In fear you cringe as beasties groan
The night is dark and you're alone.

The night is dark and you're alone.
Too late now courage is overthrown
And evil wagers for your soul
His creatures waiting for his call
With slavering jaws that can crush bone
The night is dark and you're alone.

The night is dark and you're alone.
In terror you reach for the phone
The phone is dead the line is down
Isolated from any town
You are reaping what you have sown
The night is dark and you're alone.

Ryter Roethicle


Envelope Couplets Challenge Replies

Maryse Achong

Carnival Fever

Divena Collins

Embracing Spring
First Refusal
My Italian Nonna
My Spirit Returns
Path of Dreams
Sacred Egyptian Feline
Silence Was Golden
Whisps of Whiskers
Winds of Fantasy

Maggie Cusick

Sweet Love

Ryter Roethicle

As Rain Descends
Ferrari
Just Memories
Lady and Knight
Monday Bloody Monday
My Spirit Returns
Pan's Magic
Rain (Fat Chance)
Value of Love
Wind Thoughts
Yesterdays Dreams

Nia Wynne

Cats a Fact
Spiritless
Used to Be



Maryse Achong

Carnival Fever

Its carnival in Trinidad
The people are Ďgetting on bad,í
Time for pan, calypso and brass,
Man, woman and child Ďplaying Ďmasí
Party hearty, time to be glad...
Itís carnival in Trinidad.

Itís carnival in Trinidad,
And it seems everyoneís a tad
Crazy; itís just a passing phase
That will last only a few days,
Itís not that we have all gone madÖ
Itís carnival in Trinidad.

Itís carnival in Trinidad,
Itís no time to be feeling sad,
The whole island is on fire,
With folks wearing chic attire,
Whilst some are outrageously clad;
Itís carnival in Trinidad.

Itís carnival in Trinidad,
Before I forget let me add
Itís a show thatís beyond compare,
Youíd understand if you were here,
I can guarantee that itís Ďradí!
Itís carnival in Trinidad.

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Divena Collins

Depth Of The Ocean

Oh come ye gentle breeze from the ocean
Touching softly with waves of warm devotion
Feeling the pulse of passion from the deep,
Where strong flowing currents doth not sleep,
And awakens thus sincere hearts emotion
Oh come ye gentle breeze from the ocean,

Oh come ye now lost spirits of the night
Shalt thou not return from dark into light,
Feel again the warmth of thy lovers arm
To adore, cherish, keep thee, from harm,
Once more the sun shall forever shine bright
Oh come ye now lost spirits of the night.



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Embracing Spring

Should I embrace this morning of Spring
For it lifts up my heart this joy to bring,
The warmth of the sun to caress my face
When Spring awakes, taking winters place,
Once I have heard the sweet cuckoo sing
Should I embrace this morning of Spring.

Should I embrace this morning of Spring,
And welcome the Geese return on the wing,
Seeds shall sprout where flowers once grew,
And the cycle of life shall then start anew
Daisies, buttercups, and a round fairy ring
Should I embrace this morning of Spring.

Should I embrace this morning of Spring
To wade thro`fields and do my own thing,
Spring awakens warm thoughts for lovers
And now is the time for them to discover,
Love and affection this season can bring
Should I embrace this morning of Spring.



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The First Refusal

No dear not now, my head aches today,
Please dont annoy, I beg you this way,
I know that,`tis not my head you want
I shall not submit, to tease nor taunt,
I dont care, what you might do or say
No dear not now, my head aches today.

No dear not now I`m baking a cake
I said not now, Oh for goodness sake,
All you think about is a bit of rough.
I bore you six sons isn`t that enough.
I know wedded life is to give and take,
No dear not now, I`m baking a cake.

No dear not now I`m changing the beds
I shant get inside with you instead,
Really my dear we should be discreet
Why would I want that in clean sheets
Why dear, oh why, did we ever get wed.
No dear not now, I`m changing the beds.

It`s time dear, all my housework is done
What? you watch soccer at half past one,
Come now darling you are not being fair,
I have my needs, do you not even care,
During the adverts, we`ll have some fun.
It`s time dear, all my housework is done.



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My Italiano Nonna (EC Variation)

My Italiano Nonna held me on her knee
And told me tales of old from sunny Italy,
She lived upon a mountain in Filignano
With only a donkey to travel to and fro.
Life was pretty hard then for her family,
Knowing no different they lived happily.

Many years later she left her native land
Off to Scotland with emigration planned,
Took her sons with her to start a new life.
Where Poppa took our Momma to be his wife.
They worked very hard cash was in demand,
An ice cream shop they bought and manned.

Momma was from England`s Sussex by the sea
A contortionist on stage before having me
She met our Poppa while she was on a tour,
But she was very young then and felt insecure
They both wed in a place named Gretna Green
She was the prettiest bride they had ever seen.

Then along came my sister, two brothers, and I,
Things got bad, when Poppa made Momma cry,
He turned on Momma and broke her heart
They made up their minds they were better apart,
So then returned to Englands promised shore,
Where we settled down, Momma, and us four.

But now theres no one left here but me,
And a few old pictures of my family,
Memories are golden and remain so clear
To remember times that were oh so dear,
And in my heart will cherish and remain
As I look at their photos all over again.



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My Spirit Returns

Once hath returned to this life I was lent
My form will go back from where it was sent,
Whilst spirit returns on a gentle breeze
With a whisper through the Willow leaves.
I shall be thy warmth with a heavenly scent,
Once hath returned to this life I was lent.

Once hath returned to this life I was lent,
This spirit of happiness, love, and content.
I hath loved and adored , laughed and wept.
Precious memories, I in my heart hath kept
I shalt be with you, within a natural event,
Once hath returned to this life I was lent.

Once hath returned to this life I was lent.
A haunting spectre I shalt then represent .
My love forever shalt always be cherished,
Everlasting love shalt not remain perished,
Heart and spirit from, whence I was meant
Once hath returned to this life I was lent.



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The Path Of Dreams

Together they walked the path of dreams
Loving each other every moment it seems,
Her hand in his, they both strolled along
Feeling secure, just guessed they belong.
They followed the rivers flowing upstream
Together they walked the path of dreams.

Together they walked the path of dreams
With heartfelt desires and high esteems,
Blissful moments no words were spoken.
A love like theirs never could be broken,
Nor cupids feathered arrows schemes,
Together they walked the path of dreams.

Together they walked the path of dreams
Through meadows of golden corn supreme,
A precious awakening of nature and love
When spirits arise to the skies up above
Fond Fleeting images of paradise redeems
Together they walked the path of dreams.



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Sacred Egyptian Feline

Oh thy sacred feline from Egyptian past
A spiritual symbol of the Goddess Bast,
Mythology, worshipped from ancient lore,
Enbalmed in a tomb now, and forever more
And centurys on. when this time has passed,
Thou art perfectly preserved within thy cast.

Oh thy sacred feline from Egyptian past,
Thy art much respected as time doth pass,
Times gone by thy were depicted a lynx,
Crafted on ancient statues of sphinx.
Felines Thro` the years changed in contrast.
Thou are perfectly preserved within thy cast.



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Silence Was Golden

Silence was golden under a moonlit sky,
No words were spoken twixt you and I,
We just knew that we were meant to be
At one with each other, both you and me,
It was not in our minds to say goodbye.
Silence was golden under a moonlit sky.

Silence was golden under a moonlit sky.
Even the breeze breathed a gentle sigh,
Hazily dreaming we shall never forfeit
That moment that we had felt complete,
Spiritually we knew our love did comply
Silence was golden under a moonlit sky.



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Whisps of Whispers

I`m all alone for my mother she has gone
To hunt for dinner, said she wont be long
When I grow I shall hunt for food instead
Then I wont have to wait long to be fed,
Hope she is safe, and she is not lifelong
I`m all alone for my mother she has gone.

I`m all alone for my mother she has gone,
With a purrfect pitch I roar my tiger song
For I do get up to mischief when she`out
I am only a cub and just learning about,
The difference between right from wrong
I am all alone,for my mother she has gone.

I`m all alone for my mother she has gone
For I`m her cub and know that I belong
But sometimes she can be rather fussy,
For I`m really only her mischievous pussy,
One day soon. I will certainly grow strong,
I`m all alone, for my mother she has gone.



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Winds of Fantasy

When our World seemed to shudder and shake,
And thus it became a horendous earthquake.
Upon a time when the great winds of change,
Gathered clouds that were heavy and strange,
Visions of moonbows arched above the lake
When our World seemed to shudder and shake.

When our World seemed to shudder and shake
Waves of high seas, crushed the wind brake,
Gods were angry while thunder clouds roll
And lightning flashed upon all mortal souls.
They chanted toThor and hoped he`d partake
When our World seemed to shudder and shake.

When our World seemed to shudder and shake
The sun almost shone but was just a fake,
Great mountains high crumbled to the ground
The planet Earth, now square and not round
That which was once, now a drastic mistake
When our World seemed to shudder and shake.

When our World seemed to shudder and shake
To observe the stars would make our neck ache,
Our World being square could be better today
We should be able to study them sideways,
And charters will now have new maps to make
When our World seemed to shudder and shake.



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Maggie Cusick

Sweet Love



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Ryter Roethical

As Rain Descends

As rain descends from a sombre cloud
Hear it falling like an angry football crowd
And from the grey morning as we arise
In the drought catching us all by surprise.
Half light now lights a land once proud
As rain descends from a sombre cloud.

As rain descends from a sombre cloud
Dragging it oíer, helping suns demise
Meanwhile birds sit quietly in their nests
Mother hens clutching chicks to their breasts
A strong wind picks up the grey shroud
As rain descends from a sombre cloud.



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Ferrari

I am the smith and our love is the fire
Kissing stirs the coals and makes the flames higher
There are times when the heat becomes white hot
What it heats is oftimes placed in a tempering pot
This often causes me to heavily perspire
I am the smith and our love is the fire.

I am the smith and our love is the fire
A love that always gives us all that we require
Even when tamped there is still that warm glow
That leaves a feeling others vainly seek to know
What we have, others work hard at to aspire
I am the smith and our love is the fire.



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Just Memories

The magic is going as autumn draws to a close,
What will happen then only heaven knows?
Remembering beach walks along virgin sands.
Smiling, walking with my love holding hands.
Feeling warm sand sneak in between my toes
The magic is going as autumn draws to a close.

The magic is going as autumn draws to a close,
Soon I will have to change to warmer clothes.
With evening return to a summer memory
As darkening skies looked on in testimony
Itíll be the same again next year I suppose
The magic is going as autumn draws to a close.

The magic is going as autumn draws to a close,
It is not leaving merely having a short repose.
I believe the magic will never leave this place
It is simply Mother Nature showing her grace,
And allowing us to see some alternative shows.
The magic is going as autumn draws to a close.



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Lady and Knight

Who were we, when we danced last night,
Dancing and romancing well unto dawns light
It was not the first time, nor will it be the last
It will be our future, as it has been our past
You are my Queen, my lady, I am your knight
Who were we, when we danced last night?



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Monday Bloody Monday (Variation)

I hate Mondays, do you want to know why?
Well, I was hoping you knew that already.
Sunday is when you really hate Monday
Question is, do I hate Monday or Sunday,
Just a thought perhaps Iíll give that a try.
I hate Mondays, do you want to know why?

But Monday is after Sunday you may recall,
And what if it were Tuesday that would fall?
Then you might hate it, not Monday instead
Then Monday would not be the day of dread
That day called Tuesday would now appal,
But Monday is after Sunday you may recall.

And Wednesday might not be so innocent
No longer the middle of the week we bent.
If tíwere switched and became the day of rest
Wednesday would become the day you like best.
Then Thursday would be your hatreds intent,
And Wednesday might not be so innocent.

Should we leave Friday and Saturday alone
If we do some bloody whingers bound to moan.
So there we have it keep it or change the week
The present one is dated from times antique.
Whatever we do is bound to raise a moan,
Should we leave Friday and Saturday alone?



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Pan's Magic

The piper plays, then to each a part allots
In staying back weíre tied in tender knots.
He lingers awhile but not reluctantly so
It is free to you and I, to come or go
Itís just one of his more tender plots
The piper plays, then to each a part allots.

The piper plays, then to each a part allots
Heís the director the one who calls the shots.
Feeling trembles when we kiss this way
With looks that bid each other to stay.
Music has stirred the feeling in our roots
The piper plays, then to each a part allots.



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Rain (Fat Chance)

Itís autumn once the time of the stretch of grey
Where broken farmers hire special men to pray.
A time of tears for Heaven, and wet thoughts
Belie another week more of rainfall noughts
The cooler night replaced by a hot sunny day
Itís autumn once the time of the stretch of grey

Itís autumn once the time of the stretch of grey
Once careful strides avoided where puddles lay
Autumn greens not seen, still remaining brown.
Broken farmers forced to move to town
Because sunburnt crops cannot pay their way
Itís autumn once the time of the stretch of grey

Itís autumn once the time of the stretch of grey
See northern cities flood causing much dismay
Now a day of rain has become a time of praise
Occasional splattered window on grey days
Soil too dry, starting to look like Saharan decay
Itís autumn once the time of the stretch of grey.



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Value of Love

Love alters not by time in months or years,
Through eternity, thereís no longer fears.
In time love becomes a melding of souls,
Able to abandon all worldly controls.
Time only mellows gentleness appears.
Love alters not by time in months or years,

Love alters not by time in months or years,
Trusting in each other, all doubt disappears.
Lies no better than wormed or rotting wood,
Nothing could ever be honest or good
Every loving couple become pioneers
Love alters not by time in months or years,



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Wind Thoughts

First Thought


Kiss flavoured winds are my thoughts
Over mounds of passion wisely bought
Flesh draped so subtle yet so easy I find
Lips brushing skin, naked in my mind
And giving flesh a form in pastel strokes
Kiss flavoured winds are my thoughts..



Second Thought

Winds off an ocean that whispers and calls
Guitar strum sounds echoes from walls
Matching heartbeats with sensing ends
Embracing thighs whilst making friends
Movements touches and sounds enthrals
Winds off an ocean that whispers and calls..

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Yesterdays Dreams

As I watch a leaf whilst sat under a tree
The wind is causing it to dance with glee
Pirouetting in the air like a ballet dancer
Possessed by the wind whoís a necromancer
Imagination given reign to an un-mystery
As I watch a leaf whilst sat under a tree.

As I watch a leaf whilst sat under a tree
Yesterdays dreams seem to blow from me
Tomorrows like the leaf are still up in the air
And yet now Iím free, no longer do I care
No longer do I worry about uncertainty
As I watch a leaf whilst sat under a tree.



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Nia Wynne

Cats a Fact

Like a breeze you pass by to mesmerize
With your yellow, green, blue or purple eyes,
Sometimes a wheeze is what you may give me
But I've never failed to beckon you to my knee
Because I like how fur tickles away sighs,
Like a breeze you pass by to mesmerize.



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Spiritless

Apathy is like a disease of thought
It becomes its own melancholic drought
A circle without anywhere to go
But down the rabbit hole to depressions low
Low estate, as esteem crumbles a lot
Apathy is like a disease of thought.



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Used to Be

There used to be joy in the morning
And once every breath was sun shining,
Moon glow waiting for twilights end
To meet more of her special friend,
The Andromeda to match astral wings,
There used to be joy in the morning.



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