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2010 Poetry Theme Challenges

#All You Need Is...




In coalition with Terry's Elizabethan sonnet month and his challenge to write them the theme challenge is drawing on the traditions of the sonnet - LOVE. Shakespeare wrote sonnets to his Dark Lady and indeed to his fair young man, others were written to the Queen herself, and of course the loves of God in what were tumultuous times in the history of Christianity in the UK and Europe. The theme for June is love in all its beauty and glory.

Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare
Happy Quilling!

Jem and Khia
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All You Need Is...



Maryse Achong

Memories

Divena Collins

A Bond Within
Embracing Love
Fantasies Of Love
Flame of India
Natural Instincts
Natures Artistry
(The) Passion
Spirit of Love
Spirit of the Sea
Sweet Memories
Tales of Love
Time After Time
Unfinished Symphony
Vigil
Writ of Love
You Take My Breath Away

Maggie Cusick

Lost Love

Jem Farmer

Cauldron Brew
Cotton Sheets
Dare to Dream
Elemental Fervency
Love Fantasy
Silence Before

Ryter Roethicle

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

John Willowdown

Restful water
The Stars in Spring
When Sad Leaves Fall

Nia Wynne

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



Maryse Achong

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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To Love

When I am lost in sadness and despair
And memories of days gone by assail,
When it appears that life has been unfair
And everything of beauty seems to pale;
Then Love will tap me softly on the hand,
And show me once again that Life is grand.

When shadows darken corners of my mind,
Where even sun’s bright rays can’t penetrate
And it would seem that my eyes have grown blind
And that He has again o’er-filled my plate;
Then it is Love that soothes my furrowed brow
And shows me there is beauty in the now.

And when my heart is burdened, weighted down,
And my spirit is crushed, beyond repair,
When I’m convinced that I will surely drown
In sorrow, as I no longer draw air;
Then Love will gently lift my weary head
And comfort me ‘til all my fears have fled.

And when those that I love are in distress,
Their concerns become mine, I suffer too,
But sometimes it is too much I confess,
And that is when I can rely on You.
For Love will wipe away my every tear
And show me that indeed, You’re always there.

Shine on me Love no matter where I go,
May I never forfeit your healing grace,
Cocoon me so that I will always know
That with You in my life, I’ll run this race
Up to the end, confronting every test,
Until safe in Love’s arms I fin’lly rest.

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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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Flame Of India

Oh flame of India burn unto the night
Exotic oils of mimosa to light
This burning passion in their heart
An exciting dance of love they start.

Come Oh Khan great Prince of land
Take Princess Sudha`s`s dusky hand,
Come forth to her on thy white steed
To exchange a gift of all great needs.

Lead her unto the sand of the seas
`Neath the feathery Tamarisk trees
There shalt flames burn so bright
Passions yielding through the night.

Thy Palace of gold and ivory tusk,
Scented garden with hints of musk
He reigns with Shudha`s by his side
Both spirits taken by morning tide .



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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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The Passion

A kiss tender words are spoken
On a soft bed of down together,
Vows of love are ne-er unbroken
These feelings cherished, forever.

Gently thy arms, warmly embrace
And the love in my heart is thine,
Searching fingers softly trace,
To awaken thy senses sublime.

Beneath the spread of an oaken
With gentle breeze, caressing
Soft words of love are spoken,
Senses aroused, and expressing,

Together two hearts are bound
Misty eyes, revealing devotion,
Oblivious to the world around
So in love, and deep in emotion.

Sensual touches of loves pleasure
The sweet gentleness of this day
Locked in our dreams forever,
Sharing passion with love always.

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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 The Sea

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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Time After Time

When days ticked on through time
And weeks and months rolled by
The clock on the wall lost his chime
And the cuckoo clock gave a sigh

Awaken to love that surrounds you
To hug, and to kiss, and to feel
Softly whisper of sweet love true
For this love in your heart is real.

Love on this earth you must cherish
Such precious moments are dear
So do not delay until tomorrow
For tomorrow may never be here.



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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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Unfinished Symphony

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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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

Cauldron Brew (Standard Habbie)

My lady stirs her cauldron brew
magical powers she'll accrue,
but 'tis her heart that I pursue
to spark the stars alight.
words can't justify love, it's true,
yet love I feel tonight.

My lady stirs her cauldron well
and casts another mystic spell
and with her kiss my longings quell
and holds me in her trance.
In my eyes she will see me tell
and hear my heart's romance.

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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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Elemental Fervency (freeverse)

Elemental fervency purifies
disgorging the mal-intent with flame
lustrous flame
breathing new life
consuming the past.

Passions fuel in the darkness
bring light to all we desire
igniting the heart with warmth
love spilling fire.

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Love Fantasy (Cywydd deuair fyrion)

In all my dreams
one constant gleams,
my fantasy,
my ecstasy.
Songs of romance
amid stars dance.
Can realness find
the girl in mind?
In darkness seek
to reach the peak,
where love reveals
my heart appeals,
to love indeed
I shall concede
as dreams I knew
have become you.

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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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Ryter Roethical

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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John Willowdown

Restful Water

Restful water
the sandy river keeps on flowing
down towards the deep blue sea
and distant countries beyond today and tomorrow
- countries perhaps where high and low bornn alike
consult twin-headed birds
regarding the disposition of the weather
and the correct colour to be worn
for the morning rituals;
where dog-headed anthropophagi are but a myth
and the priests all dress in yellow silk
and wear jewelled masks to cover their lips
to enhance the prismatic wisdom of their speech.

Last night I dreamed I found a tiny coracle
washed up by the abandoned pier
where the derelict 'Dream of the King'
houses a family of long-legged Waders.
Consumed by an overwhelming curiousity
I had entered into this little vessel
leaving behind all that I knew
to pass between the pharos lights
that mark the Mystic Channel.

When I was awakened by my maid
with a cup of jasmine tea on a lacquered tray
it was with a head still full
of half-remembered wonders,
the fading chords of a haunting melody
inextricably linked to a vision of a beautiful smiling face
within whose dark-winged oval emerald eyes surveyed me
across vanishing leagues and seasons.
"Master," said Fu-yin, "a letter has come for you
from the House of Magistrates."

Sitting now besides the restful river,
my business of the morning finally concluded,
my mind returns to the dream of the previous evening.
Leaving my usual seat I follow the narrow winding path
of the riverside promenade
towards the 'Dream of the King'
half-expecting to see a cast-up coracle
but what I found instead was my future wife
sitting on the edge of the pier
fastening a worm onto a hook
looking, in her homespun dress and coolie-hat
more like a simple peasant girl
than a lustrous star but newly fallen to Earth...

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The Stars in Spring

Listen to the stars in Spring
- tell me, can you hear them sing?
I used to hear them long ago;
where, I wonder, did they go?

Of what beauty do they murmur,
set like gems in Heaven's buckler:
a field of daisies in distant summer,
a half-seen face I can't remember.

One of them once bore my name
and in my heart a hidden flame
laughed and loved a special Lady
and maybe too, she had a baby.

Listen to the stars in winter,
cold like metal or frozen splinters,
pealing out the whole world's sorrow
like a broken bell I borrowed.

Yet still their sad and weary tune
is beautiful beneath the Moon
and somewhere in their far-off dirge,
I do hear too, Rhiannon's birds,

singing on some distant world
beyond this grey and sleeping Earth
- a world where summer has not ended
and one where broken things are mended.

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When sad leaves fall

When sad leaves fall
they linger in autumnal shadow
singing sorrowful madrigals
to flowers that have perished
with the faded summer;
faintly, faintly,
can you hear them
calling out their sweethearts names:
Marmorean, Augustin and Tiger-striped Suzanne
- the earth is a far less colourful place wwithout you
but we will sing of your fragrance and beauty
for as long as we can...

When winter comes with brittle days
and cold dark mornings that ache like ancient scars
we gaze up at the frosty evening heavens in amazement
for burning high above the world
our lovely brides are wondrous still,
clad in glittering crowns and petals of light
- a garden strewn across the night:
Daffodil and Wild Pink Rose
and laughing, impish Violet Toes.
Soon, soon, our season shall come too
and we will join the festive dance;
exchanging shadows for wings
we shall voyage to that new country
where shining transformation is the order of the day
and looking down on myriad worlds
like bubbles in a swift-moving stream
we'll add our own small voices to the happy song
of fallen things redeemed...

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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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Good Cheer

Tis now the hour of dread and fear
Mysterious, no good nights cheer.

The ways of subtler minds dream
Any words of love for good nights cheer.

Sweet of wine and romance dancing
Are the best ways of good nights cheer.

Every word a means to draw lines
In sands of time, there's good nights cheer.

Once there was a time I could fly,
Kathy wishes for good nights cheer.



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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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