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2010 Poetry Form Challenge

#09 Elizabethan Sonnets



Everyday in the Poetry round this month, I will be posting a sonnet by a poet who wrote sonnets during the Elizabethan era. These poems will also be reflected in a site especially constructed where they can be linked to that posts site where a selection, if not all that poets sonnets will be available for you to read at your leisure.

The challenge should you chose to accept it, is simply to write a sonnet in any of the forms of sonnet that was available during that period. There is no suggestion that a sonnet has to be posted every day.

Unlike normal challenges no examples will be given this time, I suggest that you draw from the example posted that day.



Elizabethan Sonnets

Maryse Achong

Dream Team
Hello Hello
Island Breezes
Memories
OUCH!
Star Quality
This Time For Africa
Thoughts on a Fathers Day

Divena Collins

A Bond Within
Embracing Love
Fantasies Of Love
Highwaman
Last Fish
Natural Instincts
Perfumed Gardens
Phantom Horseman
Shadows
Spirit of Love
Spirit of the Sea
Sweet Memories
Tales of Love
Unfinished Symphony
Vigil
Writ of Love
You Take My Breath Away

Maggie Cusick

Lost Love

Jem Farmer

Conceit of Wanting
Cotton Sheets
Dare to Dream
Dusty Labels
Feel my Love
Mardi Gras
Old Time Spanish Guitars
Silence Before

Ivor Hogg

What might have been

Ryter Roethicle

Addiction
Ecologies Bootprint
El Mar y el Sol
Fiamme di Amore
Fruitless
Goodnight
I am September
Language of the Soul
Mists of Time
New Rivers
Presence in my Mind
Rainy Nights
Sonnet for Sasha
Spiegal im Spiegal
Twilight
Water Over Pebbles
Why Did You
Xanadu
Yearn No More
Yes, I know

Nia Wynne

Geology of Sorrow
Inner Landscape
Love's Relic
Memory Play
No Good Night
Spirits Walk



Maryse Achong

Dream Team

Some times we have to shut our eyes to see,
To still our minds so we can understand,
To close our ears to life’s cacophony,
So that our heart and soul go hand in hand.
If we could glimpse a part of life’s great plan
And know how insignificant we are,
If we could hear the words of God not man
Then we would have indeed come very far.
We may believe we’re masters of our fate,
Convince ourselves we play a major role,
But He who fills our cup and clears our plate
Is the One who is really in control.
There is is one Godhead, One Being Supreme,
And we’re part of His all inclusive team.

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Hello Hello

Like some sublime signal out of nowhere,
A mem’ry comes to mind, I know not why,
At times it is a distinct sound I hear,
Or a familiar fragrance that wafts by.
Can these be messages from people I
Have known and loved but who are far away,
Who for some reason I have bid ‘goodbye,’
But cherish the hope that perhaps one day
We’ll meet, no matter how long the delay?
Even when we’re apart physically,
And there’s no phone, fax or email to say
‘I miss you,’ spirits reach out easily.
Perhaps the little bird on your window,
Has come to tell you someone says ‘hello.’

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Island Breezes

Island breezes rush by me bringing news
I hear them whisper in the mango tree
As softly as the gentle lover woos,
And mesmerized I listen carefully;
But before I catch what they are saying
In the blink of an eye they’re off again
Rustling leaves and branches, almost playing,
And ere long followed by a cooling rain.
I like to think that messages are borne
Upon winds as they blow from place to place,
That leave folks joyous or at times forlorn
One never knows which one will be the case.
Island breezes what tidings do you bring
Come tell me everything that’s happening.

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Memories

I shed no more tears love, that time has passed,
Though there are days when I am sorely pressed
By memories that recall both the best
And worst times of my life, a huge contrast…
For a while on cloud nine, and then aghast.
Together life was a near perfect dream,
And we knew happiness in the extreme,
But little did we know the die was cast
And you’d be gone in the blink of an eye,
And I’d be left appalled, adrift, alone,
Too shocked for a long time to even cry,
It seemed as if my heart had turned to stone.
Tears and time heal but deep wounds leave a scar,
And cherished thoughts of you are never far.

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OUCH!

I am in pain my knee’s under attack,
It seems a beastie is lurking inside
With hammer and sharp knife to pound and hack,
Determined this is where it will reside
Rent free. If I get hold of it I’d whack
It right into next year; I’d kick its hide
And wipe the smirk from its face with a smack
I wouldn’t stop until the critter cried
“Enough, I’m gone, I swear I won’t be back!”
‘Til then I’m popping pills and must decide
Whether to use heating pad or ice pack,
And then console myself with a nice snack.

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Star Quality

A female Prime Minster for our isles,
Hers was an undisputed victory,
There were many congratulat’ry smiles,
And she has earned her place in history.
They hail her as the long awaited wind
Of change which they believe is blowing now;
They’ve welcomed her with open arms and pinned
Their hopes on her; yet still I’m not sure how
She plans to keep the promises she made:
But she deserves a chance to prove to all
That she is capable, will make the grade,
And will emerge at the end standing tall.
I watch with bated breath as things unfold,
And pray that all that glitters is true gold.

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This Time for Africa

As shouts of ‘Waka waka’ fill the air
And football madness is spread far and wide
I’m afraid I must shamefully declare
That I have no preference for any side.
I don’t even know which teams are playing,
But that song moves something inside of me
I ignore what everyone is saying,
And I hum ‘Waka Waka’ constantly.
I need no banner, whistle, waving flag,
Will not watch every game with pounding heart
And my spirits will neither soar nor sag
Nor will I record results on a chart.
Everywhere people sing ‘Waka waka’,
The song proclaims ‘This time for Africa…’

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Thoughts on a Father's Day

Another Father’s Day has come around,
Another day of wishing you were here,
And although many years have flown I’ve found
I miss you just as much, year after year.
Another day of wishing you were here,
Although I know you’d run your earthly race,
I miss you just as much, year after year,
I would give anything to see you face.
Although I know you’d run your earthly race
That you were weary then, ready to go,
I would give anything to see your face
But you are happy where you are I know.
So Dad if you’re around you’ll hear me say
“I love and miss you, Happy Father’s Day.”

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Divena Collins

A Bond Within

How deep this bond of love we hath shared,
For passions lay deep within a lovers hold
Loving hearts shalt not e`er be compared,
How they once were in past spirits of olde
To find perfect harmony and peace within
Together both forever as time stands still
How canst these feelings be cast as a sin
When this loves so true it shalt bear no ill;
Time passes by this love groweth stronger
Each blessed day much more than before
For this is a love that shalt last much longer
A bonding to be cherished for ever more
How precious is this love of heavenly bliss
And sweeter the dew of thy morning kiss.



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Embracing Love

A love that is true doth have no reason
Of why in their hearts they feel this way
When love doth embrace a summer season
How brightly the sun enhances this day;
And the warmth they shall both feel inside
As they hazily dream through misty eyes,
In depths therein where true love resides
That shalt e`er portray thy heavenly sighs;
There is no substitute it hath not a place
For the chosen one, is the utmost choice
And eternal love shalt for ever embrace
Pleasures of a lovers endearing voice;
Thus now and forever thy spiritual guide
Shalt not in this passion e`er be denied.



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Fantasies Of Love

Oh ye fair spirit of the woodlands sage
Who hath pledged her promise of love
And writ her oath on an age old page
To a knight from the Kings realm above;
They sampled the joys of loves delight
Within a spiritual, and mystical trance
Enclosed in sweet fantasies by night
Until the dawns crystal dewdrops dance;
How sweetly this love they had bestow`n
Togetherness they hath both now shared
For this inner warmth inside hath shown;
That both these true lovers really cared
Now this their bond of love hath sealed
And love sweet love, once more revealed.



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The Higwayman

Oh the highway man spurred hard his steed
As he urged him towards thickets and dales,
O`er high fences thro` brooks tangled reeds
Forked lightening with loud thundrous gales.
This night was long he was faced with dread
Had been pursued beyond wildest dreams
With a most handsome reward on his head,
For robbing the passenger coach and team.
He was notorious this bold highway man
And was hunted for his moonlight robbery
Loads his saddle bag as much as he can
Of the passengers riches and snobbery,
While his faithful steed with breath of foam
Returns him once more to his hideaway home.



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Last Fish

Dead are deep oceans and oil soaked sands
No more fish for they have all disappeared
Gone are the culprits who poisoned the land
Volcano`s and Earthquakes now are feared
Mountains of land fills for the end is neared;
Of rubbish collected throughout the beginning
With power and vigour the oceans surf reared
Over the land a massive tsunami was rising
Mother nature`s mourned this tragic uprising;
All the beauty she created had now unfurled
The nurtured creation of survival was dying
With no way to save this love for our World;
This world they named the land of the free
But there`s one fish left in this acrid sea.


Only when the last tree has died
and the last river been poisoned
and the last fish been caught
will we realise we cannot eat money.
Cree Indian saying
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Natural Instincts

To dream unadorned in the midst of dawn
And bathe in sweet mists of morning dew
Within my passion nature`s fantasies grew,
To sweet desires of my lover I was drawn;
Oh where art thou, for I crave thee so much
Dost thy not know that my passion is real
Thy spiritual desires shalt know how I feel
That in my wanton need I long for thy touch;
Oh come to me my love hold me in thy arms
That we may seek this our paradise of love
Through the warmth of the sun from above
And portray thy sensuous masculine charms;
To dream unadorned in the midst of dawn
And bathe in sweet mists of morning dew.

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Natures Artistry

Great wonders of nature delights the eye
When the beauty of this Earth does grow
Like an artists brush with shades that flow;
`Neath a summer sun, with a gentle sigh
A perfect romance of land and the sky,
Creating fine scents of the flowers we know
Within glades of green as soft breezes blow,
Where seeds of dandelion clocks gently fly
In a heavenly spray of an evening shower;
The seedlings of nature drift wild and free
Above the tall mountains and over the sea
Until they rest and there they shall flower,
There`s creation of beauty in all we can see
Placed here on this earth just for you and me.



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Natures Disaster

When the last tree is severed from the land
And all wild fruits are gathered from the field
Then, and only then shalt people understand
Creations hath perished with a fruitless yield;
Still they desire these forests in which to walk
For to climb up sturdy trees so strong and free
While picking the wild berries from their stalk
Only to comprehend and to make them see;
That thy cannot take and still watch them grow
To take away completely would be a shame
There will come a day when they want to know
That every tree and flower doth bear a name;
Like us they live and breathe with sap within
To destroy this wonder shalt surely be a sin.



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Perfumed Garden

I hath slept the sleep, of a thousand years
Opened wide my eyes upon a sunlit day
Upon a stranger world yet I bore no fear
This land before me, from a distance away;
Thy beauty within didst touch me so dear
A perfumed Garden sweet blossom array
This heavenly scent had tempteth me near
To kneel with angels for e`er I shalt pray;
Unto this paradise cometh winds of change
Divine spirits of past hath broken free
Lost in a dream which was then out of range
Blind in my thoughts that eyes could not see;
To return from dreams so real yet strange
And awaken years later, to a newly borne me.



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Phantom Horseman

Unto the shadow`d darkness of the night,
Thro`the denseness of a wooded glade
A galloping horseman tho`not in my sight
Whilst the pounding hoof beats doth fade;
`Twas this a haunting from days long past
Of ghostly phantoms, an unfinish`d quest
Whilst nervous hound remain`d stead fast
For unknown spirits, hounds knoweth best;
Returneth again from a long sleep of death
To haunt thy paths where mortals now tread
And mingle the past with the presents breath
Hast thou ventur`d back from the silent dead;
Chastising the living of life whom hath fared
To deliver them ill, and render them scared.



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Shadows

What is this that stalks the dead of night
That which lurks in quiet niches of the mind
Is it real or imagination, have we yet to find
That ghostly shadow`s haunt within our sight;
Hiding from the glare of the full moons light
The remains if what is left of past mankind
Returned from tomb, shadows intertwine
In evening mists where mortals take flight;
Are we tomorrows, shadows of the past
Fortune laid out where the stones were cast
Have past lives returned to lead us the way
From the land of the living we love so dear;
In a place unknown with our lost ones near
And guardian angels, where there is no day.



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Spirit Of Love

Tread silently forth unto this moonlit night
That I may dream sweet dreams of thee
To open my eyes towards mornings light
When thy heights of passion floweth free;
Come hold me gently entwin`d in thy arms
And harken to the rhythmic beat of my heart
Come nigh my lover with thy loving charms
That hath etched with love from cupids dart;
Bright jewell`d shone the love in our eyes
As we maketh sweet love here together
And silvery moons shadow from the skies
We both knew we were one then forever;
This love so defined shalt always be true
For lost spirits shalt return to begin anew.



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Spirit Of Love

In time through the dense mists of dreams
Arisen in spirit form together once more
Thro` frothy white foam that flows on the shore
To search once again for pleasure supreme;
Once more our love reaches high esteems
Sweet passion now deeper than ever before
True love returneth from past days of yore
Lost spirits once more forever to redeem;
Closer together, though deep oceans apart
Spiritually we knew, from each learned sage
Our love had flourished right from the start
In an ancient book with an eternal page;
A captains log, with love etched on his chart
Returns from the sea, from a bygone age.


The Shell - Vladimir Kush
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Sweet Memories

The grandfather clock in the hall struck loud
As they climbed up the stairway to bed
A shaky old lady adorned a night shroud
And her spouse wore a nightshirt instead;
A devoted couple who had seen better days
Remembered when once they were young
Memories fade, true love remains always
Their praise of love has so often been sung;
They remained great lovers but once a year
And their honeymoon eve was a sunday
For now their blessed anniversary is here
They shall enjoy love in their own special way;
The way that they can at their very own pace
Just to snuggle up with a smile on their face.



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Tales Of Love

A Tallow candle flickered nigh unto the night
Perished thus, to a tiny dying burnt out flame.
Until the candle canst offer no more light,
Thus melting tallow, hiding lovers name,
Whyever then, in this darkened room of gloom,
Whilst thou peruse thy tome, on tales of love,
With not, a moonbeam shining in thy room
Graceing the heavenly, darkened sky above,.
Canst thou not hold, this great novel to thy heart,
Cherish this writ of love, within thy soul,
Visualise images deep in thy pages of art.
Composed with passion on parchment scroll.
Tho` dying flames of tallow shalt behold
Thus tales of love, in spirit hath been told.



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Unfinished Symphony

When warm and gentle breezes blow a kiss
Whispering softly of love, true love divine
Spirits soar high while lovers limbs entwine
Desires anew with a sensual touch of bliss;
Creating precious moments to reminisce
Cherished hearts of love cannot be blind
Both spirit and soul eternally combined
This unconditional love shalt always exist;
There shalt be no barriers, none whatever
For love shines true through loving eyes
In mists of time we shall belong together
Upon waves may this passion ebb and rise;
Remain locked in desirous dreams forever
Where spirits combine loves symphony lies.

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The Vigil

Must I all alone, this silent vigil keep,
Passions hidden within an aching heart
Saddened eyes of tears, flow and weep
As raging oceans wrench us both apart;
Why in this forsaken world of pleasure
Shalt not fantasy take the place of woe.
And loving hearts be ours to treasure
For nurtured love shalt bloom and grow;
There shalt be no barriers, none whatever
When love shines through two loving eyes
In the midst of time canst we be together,
Upon waves may this passion ebb and rise.
Within peaceful ripplets of a gentle sea,
Sweet love cherished as spirits run free.



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Writ of Love

My dearest love thou hath covet`d my very heart,
So deeply my wanton breasts doth ache for thee
Within this wrath I doth pray thy shalt ne`er depart
Remains within tender whispers of loves divinity
For together we hath felt joyous and heavenly bliss
And hath felt deep grievance of sorrow and pain
Wept tears, which were bless`d with a loving kiss
To sweeten through soft whispers loves refrain;
Troubl`d dayes doth maketh love grow strong
Whilst calmer waters flow thro` thy sincere heart
And thus we knoweth for e`er we both belong
For a passion such as this shalt ne`er depart.;
Verily I send to thee by soft wings of a dove
With fondness and sincerity thus my writ of love.



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You Take My Breath Away

Oh how the joys of love doth enthral me so
Thy linger`d kiss press`d nigh upon my lips,
Whilst gentle tremors ignite my heart aglow
When Spirits of love enjoys a total eclypse
Thus inner feelings shalt then forever grow,
All my love for thee, shalt I treasure this day
With thy blissful passion thou doth me show;
I shalt now and forever love thee this way
This love in my heart I shalt always portray
I do tremble with longing only for thee
Oh my love thy doth taketh my breath away
Loving spirits united `neath an oaken tree
Both names etched forever, together shalt be
A sweet sonnet of love thou art tenderly.



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Maggie Cusick

Lost Love

Think of me when your rambling is over
come and save me from this vale of sadness
long ago you were my faithful lover
bringing so much joy and also gladness
I covet those days and the ways we knew
days so filled with happiness all our own
lamenting those times when jealousy grew
insculped heartache the day you were gone
Lacrymose in the loneliness of nights
lost in despair nary a scorios
of the future to be shared, my poor heart sighs
as I decanter the happiness lost.
Come to me I will mend your broken heart
come my love never again will we part.

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Jem Farmer

Conceit of Wanting

To stop and think of summer in her eyes
the sweet perfection found within a glance
a stage of love beneath the moonlit skies
where upon stars are lost as hearts romance.
I think I see the woman come alive
her eyes reflecting beauty back to me,
In this, her passion I am dared to thrive
for in her arms I''ll be forever free.
It is conceit of wanting her desire
to sate my hunger fuelled by silver light
embracing love within her spirit's fire
to feel her passion flare against the night.
The flames of love are set to burn and glow
Above the night as lovers meet below.

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Cotton Sheets

Her hair reposing on my cheek, she's there,
her arm extends across my shoulder blade
my eyes refuse to look; this dream may fade
and fear the life without her tender care.
Each morn I long to pause and briefly stare
before the thoughts of life and work invade,
and see the girl I love beside me laid
then kiss her lips while she is unaware.
Entwined in cotton sheets our love is free,
beneath her mantle warms my basking heart
as in the night I show her liberty
in circled kisses with no end or start.
When sleepy toes reach out across my feet
it's in her arms' embrace I am complete.

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Crying Soul

Behind the smiles of passion, hidden tears
descend the cheeks that long for just one kiss.
A heart embraced by love should hold no fears,
while seeking joy in oblivion's abyss.
Recurring dreams as empty words dismiss
the hidden love that knows no earthly bounds;
a love that strives to breathe in just one kiss,
to ease the crying soul with whispered sounds.
Yet love is hidden deep in undergrounds
where gentle touches dare not speak its name,
until the truth within a dream resounds
and love no longer weeps the tears of shame.
For truth and love are not in black and white
but beautiful colours, both dark and light.


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Dare to Dream

Dare to dream of love, a brave heart can dare
feel the music ripple, I need to feel
sharing my soul with you in dreams we share
sealed in a serenity's kiss, love's seal.
Heart pulsating touch the depths of my heart
taking thoughts as our senses overtake
parting the waves that can ne'er be apart
waken love, in those soulful dreams awake.
Light and dark, where there is only delight
sensual touches reaching the inner sense
flight soaring high on wings of pleasure's flight
tension builds in whispered words, too intense
tears flow, the gentle joy in pleasure's tear
fearing nothing as love can know no fear.

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Dusty Labels

You judge the clothes I wear, but I don't care,
a narrow mind can't know the inner me,
there's more to me than social tags can say.
Those dusty labels used to say I dare
to live against the way that things should be
despite the heartless whispered scorn and spite.
I hear the empty words every day
I know my soul is strong enough to bear
the words that say my heart should not be free.
The friends we were are now so far away,
I let you think your way is pure and right,
I know you have no wish to understand.
And now I turn to face my own delight,
and feel the love of she who holds my hand.

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Dusty Labels

You judge the clothes I wear, but I don't care,
a narrow mind can't know the inner me,
there's more to me than social tags can say.
Those dusty labels used to say I dare
to live against the way that things should be
despite the heartless whispered scorn and spite.
I hear the empty words every day
I know my soul is strong enough to bear
the words that say my heart should not be free.
The friends we were are now so far away,
I let you think your way is pure and right,
I know you have no wish to understand.
And now I turn to face my own delight,
and feel the love of she who holds my hand.

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Feel My Love

Every night I write out my heart
and pray you hear a poet calling
how I long to hold you in my arms;
it goes beyond all sense and reason.
Love songs on radios, just the start
when time is lost to introspection.,
my desire to quell your hidden fears
and bring your sweet heart to love's season.
I'd leave my life to the flames of hell,
as a sacrifice to dry your tears;
I have sworn never to do you wrong
to hurt you would be my heart's treason.
From this love I can never depart;
we're one as eternity appears.

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Mardi Gras

My nerves were tingling when I saw the crowd
the parade drew near as excitement flared
a Mardi Gras of love that we all shared
my first time since I said those words aloud.
a biker dyke, finally standing proud
the self respect in truth cannot be spared
I watched and saw a world that truly cared
and would not be hidden behind a shroud.
So long ago but I still feel inside
the wonder felt on that first special day
no longer will my heart remain outside
as now I live and love in my own way
since that parade day, my first time at Pride
I have no doubt to be myself is okay.

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Old Time Spanish Guitars

My love, your eyes can see the distant stars
yet can your ears now hear a Welsh voice sing
in echoes of old time Spanish guitars
to bring my love these last few days of spring.
I close my eyes and see your native land,
and feel you near; at last my mind withdraws,
to where your loving touch can grasp my hand,
and for awhile my dreams can stop and pause.
In the land where aspirations converge
no ocean wave disturbs our nightly tryst
as senses reel when lights of love emerge
and lips reveal the hunger in her kiss.
I’ll gaze on her divinity in my sight
and know no star can shine with love’s delight

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Silence Before

In the stillness of discord the waves seek
the tender dreams you have long forgotten.
In the silence before the storm I speak
the tussled words, softer than wild cotton.
Those loving endearments that offer trust
I tell you all there is you want to know,
to touch your dreams there must be more than lust
as I watch you slumber in moonlight's glow.
If you should call out my name in the night
I will caress your thoughts with words of silk
and kiss your cheek should you my love invite
to taste your flesh as white as buttermilk.
For love I hold you by my side, inside,
through wind and rain and in the ocean tide.

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Ivor Hogg

What might have been

Forget-me-nots still grow beside the stream.
As they used to do when were both sixteen.
When I look back at what might have been.
But we were too foolish to pursue that dream.
I was selected for a football team.
You went to college studied medicine.
We followed the advice of our close kin
We both accepted other people’s schemes.
And though we chose to go our separate ways.
We both achieved some measure of success..
I still recall those golden summer days
when we were young and knew true happiness.
It seems success is just a passing phase.
As you grow old it seems to matter less.

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Ryter Roethical

Addiction of a Stupid Soul

It begins as a foolish soul staged in blackness
And wild crashing, like wilder, relentless waves
Smashing onto the shore, lingering in emptiness,
Finally caressing its own hard won silent grave.
It has a soul so blinded as to forever see him
Through eyes so clouded with it’s restless rage
And with a mad desire to feel him whispering
The soft sounds that seal him in a crystal cage
There is still a slipping, crumbling wish to live
As freely as cold stone without a shield to own
How can he escape the teasing, tempting wind
That clutches him and yet still remains all alone.
But oh, the temptation to see newborn stars
Created by needles and filthy substances in jars.

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Ecologies Bootprint

Once again we must weep for the Earth
Weep for the trees that no longer exist
Few really appreciate what they are worth
Too late will man realise what he has missed.
And no way restricting humanities birth.
Greedily thinking of the wealth of his fist
Not considering that he’s creating a dearth
And despite strong objections still persists
Removing homes and food for those unlike he:
And whilst the Earth rebels in her way
In his ignorance he still fails to see
That sometime there will come a day
When the Earth will remove the debris
Then man will not be welcome to stay.


Abandoned Dwellings - Vladimir Kush
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El Mar y el Sol

I know I stared at the sea too long today,
I saw the sun consumed by a gentle wave.
Leaving patterns in the swells as if to say
It’s not creating the misery of watery grave.
The sun stood still awhile and even went back
Finally committing itself to its nightly fate.
And suddenly everything around went black
The night had begun and for a while we wait.
The sea’s disappeared from the picture frame
And she too slumbers in the cooler salty air
So begins another night of this endless game
Of the sea and suns clandestine affair.
The climaxes are o’er and again he must resume,
First task to kiss the sea, and remove the gloom

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Fiamme di Amore

When the fire of love is lit the first time
It consumes the mind and body, but not the soul,
And when fed correctly see it reach a prime
Then like all fires, settles under control.
Know it’s the heat at the heart that makes it whole
There is no need for flames once heat is there
And it’s well known what love needs for its coal
Trust, compassion, and much tender loving care.
Be open and loving, and every day declare
Your love, by word and deed, and plant the seed
By which your love can grow beyond compare
And by these simple rules, you will succeed.
Take your lover’s hand and press it to your heart
Speak about your love, and say you’ll never part.

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Fruitless

‘Tis strange, winter is already here and trees are red
Yet only now are we seeing the leaves start to fall
Else where months ago we’d have seen their dead
But somehow here season’s effects seem to crawl.
This morning’s frost seems to have left its mark
And gradually they fall as if admitting it’s time,
As one by one they add to piles on street and park.
But those once gorgeous trees need not feel chagrin
For in their day they have pleased enough and mine
Has pleased all who passed and sampled her fruit
And created more than often a feeling sublime,
So that oftimes they choose this pleasant tasty route.
But now its winter and we all must wait a while
‘Til once more those cherry plums make us smile.



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Good Night

It is now that special time of night
There is no time or need to think at all
The muse has me and taken o’er control.
The mood is softened by wine and light
She reminds me of the past and loves lost
And at last a love that makes me whole
One I know too well has touched my soul
Knowing thus, gladly will I meet the cost.
The music is softer now, thinking of you
Even more the wine has softened the mood
My eyes are ready to close it’s the end of day
There is just one final act I have to do
Enough of life today I have viewed
My last thought “I love you” I have to say

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I am September

The mood is mellow and I am September
So little time and still so many things to do
I cannot regret one thing I have ever done
For it has made me what I am, content for now.
There are things I would change but cannot
Not as yet, and I will make my move in time
But I am September and there is little time left.
Winter will come soon enough and I will sleep.
I do not fear sleep, for I shall wake in spring
But will that spring find me alone once again
Where I will wander down roads seeking you
In finding you, share our seasons once again?
The mood is mellow and I am September
So little time to share so many things with you.

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Illusions

I stare deep into the pools of your eyes.
Needing compassion I try to clutch your soul.
The reflection I found hidden was not mine,
Instead it was a lost love from your past.
Jealousy tugs heavily at my lonely heart,
And makes me realize our paths aren’t the same
Holding on to you is like owning a rainbow.
It is only an illusion that can never be mine.
I have seen the light illuminate your face,
When the thought of him crossed your mind.
I can only wish that you felt the same for me.
I know that I’m only playing make-believe.
The sun shines bright yet I sit alone in darkness
And muffled screams echo through my heart.

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Language of the Soul

I love to speak the language of your soul,
It’s not written in words but looks and deeds.
Those looks and acts fulfil all our earthly needs
And doing so each look and deed makes us whole.
To be in love you do not need to hear
Love’s a language that’s based on how you feel.
Word’s defy the truth and can deny what is real,
Yet words are needed to remove all that you fear.
The language of the soul exists around the world
It knows not race or creed or what you are
And knows each pair that loves attains a star
That watches caring as their lives become unfurled.
At time’s end two sharing souls call their star down
And thankfully, fix it carefully to their gown.



Kisses - Josephine Wall
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The Mists of Time

Somewhere in the mists of time I met you
We shared wine and bread together you and I
And the songs sang will echo through eternity
And now each life I wait until our rendezvous.
Each blessed meeting this life the days are few
Sharing wine and bread and song, being happy
Confident of a love that is more than certainty
But planned by fate, getting stronger as it grew
Once again somewhere in time we shall meet
We will break bread, and from the wineglass sup
And sing our songs and speak our love in rhyme.
We will move in time and feet will tap the beat
And life's wine shared, more tasty with each cup
Knowing we will meet again somewhere in time.



Moonwatch - Vladimir Kush
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New Rivers

I was looking at my faded dreams from yesterday
Brushing through my mind, they had painted my sky
Like a full flowing river that flooded my way.
A flow so strong, I couldn't hold them flowing by
They keep rolling by along this river of thought.
In mirrors of water I saw myself crying,
Frustrated by dreams, and loves, all come to nought
Some dreams still fresh but still lying, dying.
Better it were rivers of tears, caused by failure
Than floods of apathy, or droughts by lack of interest.
There is no excuse, like the need for a breather
Most minds work best especially when stressed.
Those dreams and ideas will still flow past each day,
Grab one, or better two, without delay.

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Presence in my mind (Presenza nella mia mente)

You have become a presence in my mind.
I do not like it, for no longer is my mind free
Instead, my waking time is taken up with thee
My thoughts once controlled and simple kind
Now wander off in space, to leave me blind
And think of things that I would like to be
Of the future, of love and of you and me
And the way our souls around each other wind.
In my minds eye I can see you everywhere
Each waking moment you steal my time
In thoughts so different to what was there
Now it is so natural to think that I’m
Thinking about someone for who I care
Someone to me who’s made my life sublime.

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Rainy Nights

It is the night, and once again all is black.
The rain of the day no longer polishes the scene
Most life’s asleep waiting for the day to come back
The rain of yesterday has now left all things clean.
There is a scent that is particular to a rainy night
Yet how can rain smell this way, so it can claim
A scent that like the best, all senses it excites
And in doing so, so easily win world wide acclaim.
The sound of rain takes on a different quality
Making sleep and dreams a blessing to us all.
If only rain could somehow help create unity
We could then count our blessings with each fall.
In itself the night is a blessing from the day.
With rain we can only wish them together stay.

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Sonnet For Sasha

Although you’re small and almost newly born,
I can see the magic beginning in your eyes
Too quickly we will see how you have grown
And hear hearts breaking and admirer’s sighs.
We’re here to help start your journey in life
And have but a short time to spend with you
During that time we’ll protect you from strife
And try to make sure your path of life is true.
We must remember you’re a gift on loan to us
A short time with us, then follow your dreams
Too soon we’ll realise how you have grown
And wishing to plan and follow your schemes.
We do realize one day from the nest you’ll fly
But know this Sasha, we’ll always be nearby.

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Spiegal in Spiegal

What greater pleasure in life can there be
Than just sitting watching the setting sun.
The mirror of the birth we saw earlier
When hours before we watched the day begin.
It is not birth, or death, or what, just life.
A cycle of life, in which we became a part
When we watched him appear again today
And stopped for a while and welcomed him.
Perhaps we slept whilst he had gone elsewhere
There is no doubt, and yet how things have changed.
When we first met, we waited for the moon,
And whiled away our days waiting the night,
And in her light we made our vows and more,
And now we sleep content awaiting the sun?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QtFPdBUl7XQ -----

Twilight

Twilight glimmers with unclaimed hopes and dreams
It is the dawn of night promising things to come
What love of day is not bettered by the moons beams
And reluctant newfound love promises to be won?
Often loves words are smothered by the light and sun
Yet freely given and warmly received at night.
Shyness is a curse, and words at night are easier done
So speak, your heart will guide your tongue what’s right.
There you’ll find your words will with love ignite
And come the dawn side by side you will lay
Your words of love no longer fearful of the light
And smile together still as united you greet the day.
Welcome the Sun, and be not afraid to watch it go
Be thankful knowing somewhere a love will grow.


Soul Plexus - Vladimir Kush
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Water Over Pebbles

Our love is easy like water over pebbles
The sound of love is like music to my ears
One word of love from you removes my cares
And yet your touch, so easy causes trembles.
That feeling does not cause anything that rebels,
Rather builds warm glowing feelings that years
Expand and store and much later happy tears
Result from remembering what each story tells.
The water flows over the pebbles slower now,
But still it flows and my feelings are no less
The music, “adagio moderato” not “presto allegro”
But nonetheless be assured my love still flows
And that in spite of time it is no less
Indeed with each passing day you can see it grow.


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Why did you

Why did you pick this time and place
Where did we meet so many lives ago.
In this time we live so many miles apart
And yet in many ways we are so close
So many times past, I have kissed your face
But yet each time I have to let you go.
It was not my wish, it was not my deed.
That life should treat us in this way
It was simply time, it was natures need
That leaves us in pain and in dismay.
Each time we live our love we feed
Cognisant that together we cannot stay
Yet I know each life our love's sublime
And know that soul mates must conquer time


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Xanadu

How can love be too much, when ‘tis complete?
How can being complete ever be too much?
A jigsaw has its shaped pieces, thou cannot cheat
Each one in its allotted space, just like such.
Would that I were perfect but in my conceit
I lose that essential piece, making me a mortal.
I wouldst try and love more, I will not be beat
And in winning thee, will attain heavens portal.
This is not conceit trying to win thy affection
If so Nirvana would ever be out of bounds.
I say winning thy love would be perfection
And far much more heavenly than it sounds.
I will take thee to a place oft known as Xanadu
And there will abide when life on Earth is through.

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Yearn No More

Should that I be thy beacon in the night
Wouldst thou come to me and nestle by my fire.
Wouldst that thee follow my shining light
In doing so make the flames of love grow higher.
Help me shake away the harsh coldness of now
We will then ignore the chill and falling leaves
As in our hearts we watch eternal summer grow
And gain the blessings that soul love receives.
I’ll gently cradle thee from thy world’s chill wind
And promise thy soul no life evermore alone
With warmth of which our souls evermore shined
Fate may take its turn; we need not fear the unknown.
Come my love let me be thy beacon in the night
Yearn no more my love walk towards the light.


Amor de Marinero - Vladimir Kush

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Yes I know

Art thou the rigour that doth affect my heart?
If so there is no cure and no pill can ease
There is no form of treatment that I may start
Penicillin and its like cannot bring me peace.
My heart hears thee and gives an extra squeeze
And then a pause could it be a missing beat?
Yet I know nothing that is not meant to please
Whatever, I know thou menst nothing but a treat.
Looking at thee this way makes life complete
Yet strange, I prefer thee in a less bright light.
That light at dusk or dawn can ne’r be beat
For at that time love needs nought that’s bright
Bring on the dusk, or later bring on the dawn
Bring on as you may my love is not withdrawn

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Nia Wynne

Geology of Sorrow

You've become the scoria of my life
Layered in the past by frequent hot blasts
That have insculpted many a sharp knife
Now in my tortured beaten down mast
I can sail, no more, the seas of loves eyes
That can only now lament the days lost,
Vigorous youth spent in wastelands of lies
And hardened secrets kept as a way to last.
Our storms must here decant how we must go
To another path lacking lachrymose
Nights that shape sorrows into a blood show
And bed-mates into monstrous beasts that blow.
Melancholy heartaches erupt anew,
Each dawning sun the next blues review.



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Inner Landscape

Strawberry memories cause me to pause
At the foggy windows of nostalgia,
At once the morning breath mists cause
An inner landscape filling with algia.
Yes, the rain may wash the pliant casing
Of a life full of illusories in mind,
Though which ones make storms seem like quiet wings
Mysterious blacktop appertaining.
The silence of dreams, the crawling of ants,
Those things worlds apart and harbors beyond ports,
Ephemeral beings alike, that haunts
Prolific patterns down the glass of courts.
Holding sumptuous feasts for the romance
Of lacey shadows yielding lovers dance.

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Loves Relic

Rain is the tapestry I wear today
On shoulders heavy from the fall out blues
Where sun puts on his cloudy cloak of gray,
For there's no way to stop sable tears muse.
The thorns in their rose beds bleed my skin
But are washed away in spite of pain,
Though no amount of effulgence takes sin
Out of past lusts, nor lifts the sullen rain.
Rain is the art of morning strung on webs
Emerging from the piceous black night.
Arabesque tunes playing heart songs in red,
Relit as the sun lifts from lost sight.
Rain evaporates only when morn's flown
On relic wings to where forgiveness is grown.



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Memory Play

In moments of inertia there is some place
To wander again along a known course
Whose nebulose memories feel like lace
Tracing lifetime actions by its perforce.
Bales of time have strewn remnants of recall
Across the spaces in between lines of trees
Growing new memories that then enthrall
Like horses racing from willow to lea.
The deciduous thoughts carry me along
A forested path of umbra and light
To where they dissipate in black song
Only the raven shares with long dark night.
To be free is also to be caught in thought
Remembering how to think as I ought.



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No Good Night

It is now the dread hour of composing
There's always a monster here in the dark
His rules about love ever imposing
A ruthless mood predators have marked.
The way of the brutish mind opposing
Every word a means to draw blood red sparks
Not the sweet of wine and romance dancing
But eyes for impaling the heart and darts
Carried on the hip just for the throwing
At the board behind my head, for the lark
Of the game for devouring, and my wings
Despoiling, the art of love in the park.
Once there was a time that I could dream things
Like how to say "I Love you" every spring.



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Spirits Walk

In this woebegone life they fell
Through an incantation or hex
Spun the wheel and lost to hell
Where souls succumb like candle wax,
Melted down as a subject of
The reticent spirits below,
For angels fear the soulless loves
Described wandering in ode
And ballads of phantoms free roams,
Drawn asunder from haunted roots
Doomed to walk above deeper loam,
Beings whose hearts beat the hoots
Of owls calling mates from the trees
Wailing for the ones they can't see.



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