2011 Poetry Form Challenge

#01 Ballad Stanza

A ballad has many variations of rhyme and line length. The basic Ballad Stanza consists of four lines with an alternating couplet and lines that alternate from four iambic feet to three. This gives a suggested pattern of:
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x b
x x x x x x x c
x x x x x b
The Little Boy Lost

"Father, father where are you going?
Oh do not walk so fast!
Speak,father, speakto your little boy,
Or else I shall be lost."

The night was dark, no father was there,
The child was wet with dew;
The mire was deep, and the child did weep,
And away the vapour flew.

William Blake
In his Book "The New Book of Forms". Turco also suggests the possibility of two rhymes a. b. a. b. and a variation to the Iambic meter also, remembering that it is a traditional folk ballad. Here is an example:
My Wings

My wings shall ride the silken morn,
Covering the silent sunlit sky,
Under Cancer and Capricorn,
Flying where no bird can fly.

My wings cover the tapestried earth,
And the blue silken sea,
Flying high see the sun give birth,
The world below in apogee.

My wings cover the entire world,
Over the conquered mountain,
Where cloud pennants are unfurled,
Over which I rule as sovereign.

My wings now turn for what is home,
Whispering and singing in flight,
The day is done, no time to roam,
Descending towards the night.

Ryter Roethicle

Ballad Stanza Challenge Replies

Divena Collins

Armoured Love
Dreams of Love
Fiddlers Song
Final Disaster
George and the Dragon
Gypsy Vanner Stallion
House for Sale
In Praise of Thee
Love and Music
Love in the Mall
Nearness of You
Spiritual Love
Stuff and Non Sense

Heinhabits The breeze

Come To Me

Jem Farmer

Cup of Kindness
Echoes of Emily
Fading Into Dusk
Humblebum A
Kiss of Destiny
Knit One Purl
Philly Chicken
Precious Dreams
Rose In The Night
The Sweetest Kiss
The Unknown Road

Nia Wynne

Storm Beauty

Ryter Roethicle

Cavite Adventure
Death of a Lovesong
Je ne regrette rien
Old Man

24 Styles of Poetry

Divena Collins

Armoured Love

A Lady fair in past times of old
In Ancient days of Knights,
Deep in love in a bards rose bed
In the castle grounds yon night

Her lover was her bold brave knight
Such was a bonny young lad ,
And her being a lady of substance
Loved him with all she had.

Romance lay deep amidst the roses,
With nobody else around,
Where he did court her so avidly
True love was to be found.

She was promised to him this night
`Twas he had won her hand
Soon they shall both be together.
All they had ever planned.

In days of old when knights were bold
And Ladies were in favour
Was much the same as it is today
But all the pains were labour.

Came her knight hitherto this night
To bear no ills of grace.
No other love shall she easily give
Only he could set the pace.



When love in your eyes meet mine
It is then that I know
Just how much your love means to me
`Tis then I love you so.

When you hold my hand within yours
I feel your gentle touch
When you thrill me so with desire
I yearn to love you much.

When you whisper within my ears
Of your sweet love divine
It`s then I shall melt in your arms
Then, your love will be mine.

When you press your lips upon mine
Kissing with compassion
Then when my resistance is low
I shall love with passion .

If only these dreams could come true
And stars can give a sign.
Maybe we could share these dreams
Your love shall then be mine.


The Fiddlers Song

In days gone by a handsome lad
Strolled down a worn foot path
There he met a pretty milk maid
Leading her cow and a calf.

Fiddle dee diddle. fiddle I do
Oh diddle dum diddle I dee
I sing songs for pretty milk maids
If you`ll stroll along with me.

I`m off to market sir she said
With my fattened cow and calf
To swap them for a stable boy
Prodding the cow with her staff.

Fiddle dee diddle. fiddle I do
Oh diddle dum diddle I reap
If I could be your stable boy
Your wares you can but keep.

Thank ye kind sir she did say
I trust your honest with me
You may kiss me on the cheek
To show that we both agree.

Then in time we could get wed
And you shall bed with me
To save space I`m thinking of
Ah, thoughtful lad was he

Fiddle dee diddle, fiddle I do
They both sang out with glee
But he being wily in his ways
Pretty dum diddled was she.


Final Disaster

Hail, thunder, snow, with winds of time
Send them forth at thy will
So violent the storm from the ocean
Before this World stands still.

Let volcanos erupt molten magna
Smouldering deep inside
Dense acrid fumes shall polute the air
Theres no place life can hide.

Earth shall crumble, quiver and quake
Whenever the end is nigh
Our beautiful World devoid of life
No answers to tell us why.

Enjoy what we have while it`s still here
The rain, the snowclad ground
Look and see what life has to offer
While we are all still around.


George And The Dragon

The dragons breath of fire arose
George drew out his sword
He thrust it towards the dragon
A Lady was his reward.

Now George was not a brave man
Fickle to think he was
But this Lady he needed badly
And so his sword he draws.

But truth be known dragon was old
Blown the last of his fire
For George our hero young and bold
Had felt that he could sire.

So off he went to claim his prize
This lady to be his wife
But when he saw what he had won
Gave dragon a kiss of life.


Gypsy Vanner Stallion

The wind plays with thy silken mane
Teasing thy senses wild
While spirits rise within thy soul
Leaving my heart beguiled.

Frolicking playfully within thy fold
Amidst thy pastures green
Reveals strength, beauty and grace
While nature rules serene.

Thy velvet nose rests upon my palm
To welcome my caress
So gentle, yet a tower of strength
For me you do impress.

Oh Gypsy horse of long past days
So obedient and so grand
Age old beauty bred to endure
The finest in the land.


House For Sale

The wind had battered the moors
A house stood empty and old.
No one lived there for many a year
It stood there bleak and cold.

A sign that swayed to and fro
Blew in the wind by a gate
This sign had read House For Sale
Eighteen hundred and eight.

No one had dared to visit this house
A haunting took place inside
The lady in white was said to walk
In wedding attire as bride.

In years gone by, a handsome Lord
Wed a comely lady renowned
This was to be their dwelling place
No better home was found.

Tragedy struck on their wedding night
Their beautiful home all aglow
Had caught alight by tallow candle
In the drawing room below.

It was the bride that sadly perished
On that cold and windy night
Her groom tried in vain to save her
Alas he had lost the fight.

Years gone by the house was rebuilt
Ghost in search of her Groom,
Sadness was felt with tear filled eyes
She haunts all of the rooms.

Still she is calling out his name
Through howling wind hail
As she harkens all she sees is
A rusty sign `House For Sale.`


In Praise Of Thee

In praise of thee thy love divine
For thou art truly my lover
And deep within my beating heart
I know there is no other

I wouldst but say I love thee dear
And ne-er would I impart
For tears of joy within mine eyes
Are shed betwixt two hearts

So warm thy kiss endowed by thee
Thy loving arms entwine
So soft those touches thy bestow
To cherish love as thine.

I praise of thee thy love divine
For thou art truly my lover
And deep within my beating heart
I know there is no other.


Love in the Mall

Jumbled voices in the background
Yet I only hear your voice
Distant laughter seems so far away
I dream of you by choice.

There are crowds in the shopping mall
And yet I only see you
Within feelings of contentment
Dreams of love came true.

I Feel your touch, you are not there
It`s just my imagination
I know with all my heart and soul
You bestow this sensation.

I need you here close beside me
Before this dream does fail
Within our fantasies of elation
A sweet lovers faerie tale.


Love and Music

Words of love we cannot express
Music shall ne-er be silent
Sweet songs of love can feed the soul
Silence would be a torment.

To feel good music you then feel love
That cannot e`er be broken
Words appear from the heart within
Songs of love are spoken.

If actions grow stronger than words
When lovers crave romance
Soft musical notes played together
Whispers of sensual dance.


Nearness of You

Nearness may not be a distance
Whether apart or so near
Within lovers dreams together
Fantasy remains sincere.

Recalling summer time meadows
While winter snow still lays
Of the days they spent with each other
Beneath the warm suns rays.

In their dreams they were so close
Though they were far apart
Spirits and soul had been before
Deep in two loving hearts.

Shall it be when the snow shall melt
When winter ice disappears
And the sun shall warm a cold ground
Then shall love flourish near.


Spiritual Love

She looked out of the window pane
Her lover he had gone
The snow it had almost melted
She was cold and forlorn.

The branches now bare upon the trees
No birds were there in sight
She longed for the warmth he gave
When he loved her last night.

He held her close within his arms
As she lay upon his chest
Where kisses softly they bestowed
Together they were bless`d.

No greater love could be achieved
For both had felt the same
Two loving hearts that beat as one
Shall smoulder like a flame.

Dreams of passion shall always remain
For they can never be apart
As the warmth they bring each other
Is etched within their heart.


Stuff and Non Sense

I hitched them up on the moors.
Sometimes nearby the sea
Very often in green country fields
Hitched up for all to see.

I just liked to feel so secure
Hitched them up real good,
So they wouldnt fall back down
If not I knew they would.

There`s many a time I did suffer
Thro` cold and pouring rain
And although I am in distress
I do it again and again.

You ask what on earth is she doing
Whatever is next you agree
The answer is just plain and simple
Hitched up a tent you see.

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Heinhabits Thebreeze


Behold! He comes as a cold wind,
his visage, torn and stern.
He does not speak, a book you'll get
and from that you must learn.

What wisdom holds he in his heart?
And why will he not share?
What secrets does he know so well,
what pain does he now bear?

Be not deceived! No knowledge will
come from his vacant look.
No parables flow from his lips.
He is an empty book.


Come To Me

Come to me now and hear my cry,
those of you in plight.
For consolation is my job
God helps me do it right.

Come wallow in your wretched state,
I'll comfort you with style.
And if you'll share your welfare check
I'll seat you by the aisle.

I'll hop a dance, forgive your sins,
tell you it's not your fault.
Come hear me now I know what's wrong
and whom you should exalt.

So worship my fine holiness,
admire my profile.
Bring friends and neighbors when you come
my act is quite worthwhile.

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Jem Farmer

Cup of Kindness

As this old year begins its end
we share a glass of season's drink
to toast the future we intend
before the final seconds sink.

Embracing arms and kisses share
the cup of kindness and a song
the new year seen so we can dare
to change the ways we feel are wrong.

Inhale the smoke, a final drag
indulge our greed before we slim
the oaths we resolutely tag
in drunken haze and Rabbie's hymn.

To all my friends come share a dram
and let me wish you a bright year
a whiskey or tequila slam
to start the new with hope and cheer.


Echoes of Emily

What hides behind a closet door--
while life has passed me by--
the truth of love I could not see
when all I said was why.

The closet door, so firmly closed--
and nothing left on show--
the will to leave this misery
if only I knew how.

I flung the door open at last--
at last, I set me free--
the truth revealed within my heart
itís okay, to be me.


Fading into Dusk

Across the seas, so far away,
where dreams of love combine with tears
my heart must face another day
and calm the dread of hidden fears.

For love has sailed across the blue,
to still the rage in distant land,
while I remain to dream of you
until once more you hold my hand.

The sun is fading into dusk
and you are here within my heart
upon the air the river's musk
for love like ours can never part.



I am somewhere between the end
and where it all began
the halfway point, around the bend,
Iíll get there when I can.

Iím neither lost nor am I found
without a map to guide
the journey to predestined ground
thankful the path is wide.

A beautiful girl to catch my eye
I feel a sudden shove
should I linger or go on by,
is destiny in love?


A Humblebum

An old guitar that strummed your songs
my voice that sang your words
today are silent replaced by tears
as I think of night birds.

The lyrics soothed my aching heart
when life was dealing pain.
you gave me strength to live my dreams
and dance in pouring rain.

A humblebum, a man of song
with such a gentle growl.
Again I play the chords and sing
forever a Night Owl.


Kiss of Destiny

A whisper on the morning breeze
to take my breath away
a love that brings me to my knees
as I awake each day.

One touch to show the love divine,
the love of you and me,
a dream thatís caught in poetís line
yet stays forever free.

One kiss, your kiss, is all it took
to say that I belong
my heart became an open book
at last its sings loveís song.


Knit One Purl

The clicking needles replaced by whoosh
as wool loops interlock
the rapid growing fabric - swoosh
the pattern in punched blocks.

No knit one purl to rib a cuff
the endless counting past
but really I have had enough
the joy in craft is lost.

To set a pattern into its place
and feel the wool in hand
no machine can ever replace
the craft a knitterís planned.


Philly Chicken

The green flecked white slivers inside
ensnared by tenderness,
the thin draped German shawl beside
she is set to impress.

Her succulent flesh softly wraps
around a fondant dream
and tender warmth entraps-
a fusion dressed in cream.

Aromas beckon desireís flame
to rest in smoky haze,
so gently yielding just the same
upon the leafy maze.


Precious Dreams

Our potential lies deep inside,
a force of energy,
and dreams of life and love confide
to be what we want to be.

Each day we get closer to it,
take steps to precious dreams
even if itís a little bit
the joy bursts from its seams.

When times are hard, we can get there
by chasing the dream held true
with gleeful shouts that say ĎOh Yeahí
as we do what we do.


Rose in the Night

In darkness where she lays,
a rosebud waits loveís kiss,
the gentle touch, her desire,
that brings her passionís bliss.

In darkness where she lays,
the early morning dew
kissed her scented petals
and sparked her sensual hue.

In darkness where she lays,
a fragrance fills the room
her love a part of me
my rose in vibrant bloom.


The Sweetest Kiss

To say the names of girls I kissed
would be a sad affair
and breaks many a promise
Ďtis neither here nor there.

But where to kiss her lips and such
when love is your desire;
just take her hand and gently touch
the embers of her fire.

The passion kiss is a precious thing
when shared in loveís sight,
a strangerís kiss can make you sing
on a cold lonely night.

But most off all, there is one kiss
the way a kiss should be
the sweetest kiss, and it is this
the kiss you gave to me.


The Unknown Road

When walking down the unknown road towards the setting sun each step should ease the heavy load as destiny is done. A footstep is a random chance to choose the way ahead as through this life we dance to our heavenly bed. I hope my choice each day is right and brings me to my rest as I walk into her loving light-- she knows I did my best.

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Nia Wynne

Storm Beauty

Oh the winters come cold and long,
Though pretty snowflakes drift
In and out of a heart that's blue
Yet yearns for loves pure gift.

For the beauty of a snow storm
Supersedes all bluster,
Cancels out the frigid frosts,
Becomes dawns new luster.

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Ryter Roethicle


She could not wear a dress of blue
Instead she picked the black
For blue was the colour of his eyes
And he wasn't coming back.

He'd left that day in bitter rage
Swearing as he rushed out
Driving down the soaking road
Wheels sliding on his route.

On the freeway no thought or care
His madness drove him on
His visions blurred by tears of rage
His wife, his love was gone.

Thinking of days not so long ago
Times spent in each others arms
Of loving days and loving ways
And ways that loving warms.

His foot lifted of the madness pad
Slowly sanity returned
And as he reached a turning point
Homewards the car he turned.

She lay in tears upon the bed
Thinking of cruel words spoken
Of spite and hurt no thought just said
Regretting no peaceful token

"Regret!" Too late she thought
As tears poured from her eyes
She did not hear him come to her
She looked up in surprise

He took her in his tender arms
Kissing her tears away
And through her tears she heard him say,
"No work for me today."

She did not wear a dress at all
Just something flimsy and red
And the two, lovers made their peace
Upon their loving bed.


Cavite Adventure

There was movement in the jam
Word had passed around
The Jeepney's up front had got away
My driver was off 'thout a sound

In a flash were o'er the other side
Steaming past t'others as if still
Any one way street, was ignored
I sat, not worried, twas a thrill.

The enforcers put the lights on red
Stopping our screaming steed
We dared not cross that junction,
It was too dangerous a deed.

Traffic off the freeway blocked the way
All the vans were gathered
And were fuming, cursing at the fact
Waiting, and then they fled.

Lights turned green, Mario led the pack
Our bus sped down the road.
No quarter asked, and none was gi'en
One dared not break the code.

In time we left the burbs and were alone
Shanties now were all we saw.
The factory buildings now came in view
Mario had driven without a flaw.


Death of a Lovesong

I can not be, and can not feel,
I lost the thing that mattered.
You broke my heart so easily
Handing it back shattered.

I can not see, I can not hear
And feel what I longed to hold
Hope fell to the ground so bitterly
A whispered silence now so bold.

My life is dark and so quiet now
Almost feeling like the grave.
Now a darker love as deaf as death
Is that release that I crave.

Within this tomb of dark despair
The tears have ceased to flow
Nothing left here but ash and dust
With barren love, naught can grow.

You broke my heart to many times
I know things don't last too long.
Sunk into disrepair and beyond hope
I no longer hear love's song


Je ne regrette rien

I don't regret my life or weep
Like smoke from a chimney
Autumn's cold has me in her grip
Young again I shall ne'r be

My heart now feels Septembers chill
Not beating as once it did
The stairways banister no more tempts
As in the spring I slid.

Wandering ways grow less and less
You stir my lips aflame.
I've lost freshness of passions eye
I love you just the same.

Oh life do my desires grow tame,
Is life a useless deed,
When in springs echoing early hours
Galloped on winged steed.

We're all mortal, watching silently
Trees spill leaves of copper.
May you be blessed for evermore
Till death's final offer.


The Old Man

The old man stood at the bar lost
Holding a glass of wine.
Dreaming of happy times in the past
When life and love was fine.

And in his mind and in his thoughts
He went back to other days.
Seeing in his mind his one true love
Remembering her lovin' ways.

As he stood there at the bar drinking
Lost in his memories past
A young man walked up to him
And offered him a glass.

You look down in the dumps" he said "
Can I buy you a drink?"
Looking the old man smiled "Thank you,
But its not what you think".

Sitting on his stool he had a drink
And his tale began to tell
Of his new found life, his new found love
A tale we know so well.

I met this lass of just twenty six
And married her last week
So far our happiness is really great
More than any man dare seek.

Each morn at dawn she wakes me up
By making love to me
After breakfast we again make love
And have such revelry.

Our loving lasts all through afternoon
With such sexy sport and play
And only the Sandman calls the tune
To end each blessed day.

The young man hung his head in shame
"There is no help I can give".
"Yes there is" the old man said "Please help,
I've forgotten where I live"


The Twenty-Four Styles of Poetry
As suggested by Sikong Tu

1. Masculine and Vital

The feeling I have is beyond measure
I hold you close to me
And feel the bond, the Yin and Yang.
It was ever meant to be.

There is nothing stronger than love
Just like the willow it bends
Before the wildest winds and storms,
And is still there when it ends.

My love is like the steel of a sword
It has been heated and beat
Till it is given its strength and shape
You are my heat, Iím complete.


2. Placid

I am at peace when Iím with you
Nothing needs to be said.
Eyes say everything, I am content,
Love flows on the breezes tread.

The gentle rustle of the night wind
The daytime buzz of bees
These soft adagios that nature brings,
All add up to my peace.


3. Graceful

The swan is there in all her majesty
She is truly a queen
The lake water shimmers as she moves
Little trace where she has been.

The spotlight picks the dancer out
On point with arms held high
Elegant movements across the stage
Win a princes heart nearby.

The final act the final dance
The music soft and slow
As the ballet comes to an end
To Heaven our couple go.


4. Potent

What drug is more potent than love,
Love highlights the senses?
It is a high that can last forever,
And lowers other fences.

I do not smoke, I donít use drugs
They mean nothing to me
I like a stout, or glass of port
But I get drunk on thee


5. Ancient Heavenly

I read what the masters have written,
And feel myself transported.
I did not know where I was going,
I know now where Iíll be led.

I read and find myself at peace,
Nirvana is close at hand.
The final step I still have to learn,
How to reach that band.

I also realise I need you with me
An empty heart is nought.
Knowing you will share eternity
Makes it so easily thought.


6. Classic and Elegant

We drink the tasty wine of age
Out of a barrel of years
It is indeed a very heady brew
Fermented from many tears.

Food is the seeds of wasted dreams
And the sauce of regret.
The salad is from the leaves of time
Garnished with ambiguette.

Music in time with my heart beat
A tempo to match my mood.
Wine, love, good food, such ambiance,
And a perfect etude.


7. Washed and Refined

The heat of the day is past for a while.
I take this time to shower,
And for that while feel human again.
I long for a green bower.

Washing cleansed my body and mind
And I ache to write again.
A new palette and fresh thoughts
This freedom keeps me sane.

Like panning for gold I carefully write
My useless words cast off,
And slowly my ideas take on their form,
That few would dare to scoff.


8. Vigorous

I see the surf and hear the pounding waves
I realise the energy of the sea.
I need to write of heaven and Earth,
And feel the power in me.

Love is energy that feeds me well
Fed more by presence of you.
Today, tonight and days long on
Are now within my view.

An endless road we will now walk
Or drive, or fly, or live.
With gleaming eyes, and willing smile,
My heart to you I give.


9. Decorative and Pretty

You talk to me of pretty things and such.
Is a Van Gogh pretty?
And yet it is a work of art
You are all I want you to be.

Pretty is only todayís fashion
On a scraggy model.
Realism is a lusty wench to hold
And later just to cuddle.

A thin young bag of bones is just that
Not pretty, nor sexy, nor chic.
A mature woman is a different thing
And makes my knees go weak.


10. Natural

Examine a plant, each one is different
Each one has its own name.
The colour, the structure they all vary
Their functions are all the same.

Each one breaths in, what we breath out
This is known by kids in school
Each year they becomes less and less
Why do we ignore this rule?

We cannot eat what is not there
Nor breathe the air thatís gone.
When will man cease to breed so much?
Two cannot breathe like one.


11. Implicit

Need words be said when looks say all
And actions say more still.
When I touch you, you know everything
Letting goís against my will.

And yet let go is what I must
My time with you is short.
Consequences of our time together
Means your loss of comfort.

I would not want that for the world
And so I must agree
But where we are in the future
Only timeís able to see.


12. Bold and Unrestrained

Where, where you when it first began,
Where was anyone I ask?
God was busy on that first day
It was a daunting task.

A day, a week, a month a year
Is only the words of man
Ten billion years could be a day
Just try to understand.

Many biased believe their right
Equal believe their wrong.
Each passionately believe their truth
All shouting alternate songs.


13. Vital Spirit

I watch the surf break on the beach,
It looks, and is, alive.
I smell the air, how fresh it is,
"Cowabunga" is the jive.

You duck dive out, then take the drop
Itís epic or so you think,
Your in the soup you junkyard dog
You wipe out, yer surfin stinks.

Iíll leave my board hanging in the shed
Next time I go to Bells
And watch the proís show how itís done
Whilst savouring the smells.


14. Careful and Meticulous

Iím a Virgo, and I must plan,
Everything must be just so.
Iím very analytical when doing things,
Curious and want to know.

As a teacher Iím never harsh
Critical is not my way.
But I'm not modest, nor am I shy,
Never fear what I'll say.

Iím a Virgo and ruled by earth
My motto "I scrutinise".
I'm also known as the sun sign
And also very wise.


15. Carefree and Wild

I watched an Eagle in her flight
Survey her owned land.
Sheís the undisputed Queen up high,
Thatís why she looks so grand.

She has no wealth, she does not need,
What some men, hold dear.
She has food, and drink and true dignity,
As Queen she has no fear.

Men should observe, make notes, and learn
From creatures such as she.
She has what she wants, needs nothing more,
And truly is, "Her Majesty".


16. Lucid and Rare

I wander through the wet green bush
Aware I'm not alone.
The bush land talks revived at last
Amazing how she has grown.

No longer hidden from the crimes of man
Her true value is seen,
By cleared shrub and caring growth
The scene is natural green.

The crime of man is ignorance,
Denying traditional acts.
Ignoring the truth, and driving away
Men who lived by facts.


17. Oblique and Winding

The road through life is never straight,
It twists and turns always.
Going early to your destiny,
You get the morning haze.

Or wait a while and start your climb,
You think without a care.
But then as the evening descends,
You walk facing the glare.

No matter which way you wish to start,
Murphy or fate steps in.
Itís inevitable it canít be stopped,
But donít throw it in the bin.


18. Actual Scene

I cannot believe the actual scene,
Water running down streets.
River banks burst and overflows,
Washing away what it meets.

The drought has broken for sure,
We are now having floods.
The rain weíd missed the last years,
Natureís giving us the goods.

Houses washed away with families in,
We canít help them at all.
Instead we cry, trying to do our best
Praying for levels to fall.


19. Sad and Poignant

I never said that you should go,
But you left anyway.
You know I want you to come back,
I know there is no way.

ĎTwas agreed that I would go first,
That got a smile from you.
When you went it took us by surprise
Now what am I to do?

Even though your gone, I know your there
I feel it in my soul.
But I need you alive and with me,
Only then will I feel whole.


20. Descriptive

Suddenly the water runs down the street,
ĎTwasnít there a moment ago.
But now itís a raging torrent,
And they have nowhere to go

Nothings sacred in this hellish flood,
Grab something firmís the cry.
You see despair come on their face,
As a house comes floating by.

Trucks and cars pile up at the streets end,
Just flotsam cast off by the water.
The drivers in them probably drowned,
Nowtís safe in this mad slaughter.

Fifteen people have drowned today,
Fifty four are still missing.
The States Premier has tears in her eyes,
The weather is still pissing


21. Transcendent

When Iím with you, we do not exist,
Not on these Earthly plains.
Our souls emerge and exist as one,
Only the mortal remains.

We transcend above this Earthly sphere,
Watching the Earth below.
See bodies weaken from year to year,
Yet see our spirits grow.

And so in time there must be a call,
Promise you will not hide.
So that we walk together to the gates,
Holding hands, side by side.


22. Floating and Serene

I am alone, breathing deepens.
I feel my ki enter
I close my eyes and feel the lift
I exhale, no longer centre.

I remove my shirt and breathe in again,
Remember it is my peace.
The day has gone I am alone,
And I relax with ease.

For a while Iím allowed time for myself
Iím overawed by whatís going on.
Then my body takes over whatís left of me
My spirit and I now bond.


23. Big Hearted and Expansive

We have so short a time on earth,
And even so much more.
The time I spent with you this time,
So proves what life is for.

Did I say life, or did I mean more
Much more than what we saw?
My dreams remind me of that time
I wake up still in awe.

That, that time will occur again,
Is a cause for more dreams.
And in those dreams more events
Perhaps future happy scenes.


24. Flowing

My thoughts flow Heavenwards easily,
My muse comes down to Earth,
She deletes it all, and then writes hers,
Itís what she thinks mine's worth.

Itís reassuring that sheís out there
To guide me on my way.
Slowly I start to type again,
And see what she will say

Her thoughts float easily to the keys
Her words flow to my mind.
One minute more, I let her type,
And this is what I find.

Shall I type more, or should I stop,
Itís really up to you?
This is the end of my twenty four styles,
The results, Iíll let you view.

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