2011 Poetry Form Challenge
#10 Sonnetina Tre
There are various forms of quatrain, ranging from free verse, rhyming couplets, alternate line rhyme or an envelope, so there is a certain amount of flexibility here.
No meter is stated, but tetrameter or pentameter is normal.
In the example below the poet follows the 4x4x2 and and the poet choses to only have lines 2 and 4 rhyme: Note that like the sonnet it is produced with the component stanzas united, in this case as a ten line form
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I close my eyes and meditate on You,
On all the things You represent to me,
And I am filled with calm and strength anew,
As all my troubles slip away gently.
My spirit soars and Iím revitalized,
Ready to face whatever lies ahead,
And though I count on this Iím still surprised,
At just how easily my cares are shed.
You said "Come to me and Iíll give you rest,"
I put this promise daily to the test.
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Your shining eyes reflect the summer sun
When love was yours and his forevermore,
And forever will my memories run
Along the ocean byway rocky shore
It isn't just another day to play
But to recall the yesterdays my way
For in this way all you did is restored
Like a vision in a dream seems so real
Upon realities you've awaked
From eternal slumber to minds appeal.
Sweet singing airs of song sparrows and robins
Tell me all we share is just a vibration
Through thoughts a jubilant jubilation
Justifying what path love takes its spin.
I vibrate for thee on an elated plane
The vibrato of which we discover gains.
Sweet sultry soprano above the trees
Tenderly lock away all doubts of loss
Tulmultous times threaten to give the toss
To us, now we defy, and I , let you please.
Closing the Distance
In dreams you tell me to awake from this dread
No dread awaits the rosey dawn where I rise
For arisen in my heart the truth replies,
The dove flies back to the shores it once had fled.
There is no limits except those we've imposed
Time and place for every thing we apprise
Is worth our notice and gains is implied
What was hoped and so lacked faith in what was read.
Be that our faith is restored there can be joy
Which we have never seen or knew to enjoy.
As robins chorus and cardinals sweet call
Our hearts shall beat in time to rythms and beats,
The sound of flutes plays away daydreams of meets
Where we hear voices raised in honor of fall.
In the Fall the poets know their company
They will keep to join in words what truths they seek
For seers they all are and dreamers so meek
Yet in arms and eyes they all appear dreamy,
Not seemy nor weird but prophetic and dear
As none can compare to those who become peers.
If I should lose my mind there'll be no lines
No stanza's or bonanzas of sweetest rhymes
Reminding me to alliterate again
Before the clock strikes midnights final refrain,
It's the writing on the wall, invisible bane,
An ink pen with a tinge of sepia brown
That erupts upon my silent skins gown,
The wounds around the edges of nightmares luck
In daylight scenes beyond stormy sounds alack
Reminding me to alliterate again.
In silent storms of the heart there is an eye
That watches the winds of times we now decry.
Such silence may destroy what love could deploy
As seeds once planted wither from lack of sun,
When thunderous rains came they still found no joy
For too much warmth dried and desiccated one,
Caused to run with floods what was left of fields
Where silent footed does did paw for want of
Grasses green and mellow birches giving yields
Forever lost to but always needing love.
Through you. the sun sets warmer than before
And creates again that glow within my soul
Your love is not over, but rainbows ends
A new horizon that holds hopes in store
Strummed by the thunder of cobalt blue waves
This mist shrouds blood orange sky orb and swallows
A life of fire and gently lets it go
Back into the circle of desires crave
Desired One, you know this song of love
Is sung by angels for eternity.
A Summer Spent
Waiting always waiting for the summer rays
With beams the green grass grows making a bed for thee
For thine are the ways of the Ollahm and tree
To set free the voice of the poets pen plays.
In summers lost and autumns found life abounds
To the sounds of hummingbirds and hawks in flight
And to the warm winds we turn aface for light
Breathing in unison as guests of mint mounds
Where honeybees adores to explore the leas
That we might gather there to share noondays teas.
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Evil is the spirit devoid of all charm
How cruel is thy venomous tongue
Striking speed towards prey to stun
Thou who wickedly inflict this harm;
Thy hide in a thicket of camouflage
Within a dance thou shalt hypnotise
It is then thy shalt strike by surprise
In a spell the victim spots a mirage;
The way to freedom was never fewer
Stunned with venom, no way to cure.
Dryad borne of the woodland sage
Who haunts within a woodwind tone
As she weaves thro` forest glades
On a bed of leaves she rests alone;
Restless shadows dance in the night
Woodland Nymphs within her sight
As she dreams in a mystical trance
Echos of fantasy rings a new dawn;
Harmony within this gift of romance
Where her dreams shall remain theron.
Art Work by Vikki North.
Elixer of Love
How bright the summer sun shall shine
For the ripened grapes upon the vine
That they may taste this elixir of love,
Gentle calming of mind body and heart
From heavenly Gods for lovers thereof,
That draws them closer ne`er to depart
They shall live, love, drink and be merry
Much closer together than ever before,
This passion enclosed within a berry
Let that sun shine upon forever more.
Art Work by Vikki North.
What I felt inside was sweet and rare
My dreams were never to be denied
Of those feelings I yearned to share
Frustration was impossible to hide;
Within my dreams I had felt his touch
I knew then how I loved him so much
Love was a passion my heart created
Painting the contours of imagination,
Thro` veils of illusion love had elated
It is then I awaken fantasies creation.
Art Work by Josephine Wall.
Heart Of Dreams
Here was a girl with her heart full of dreams
Mystical moonbows `neath tinsel bright stars
Betwixt her lonely world and red planet mars
On crystal white clouds where angels redeem;
She floats in her trance thro` a fluffy cloud
Far away from reality towards the unknown
The voice she heard beckon was only her own
As she called this night in her slumber aloud;
But all that could harken for miles around
Were spirits of ancestors devoid of sound.
Lost City of Atlantis
How did the City of Atlantis disappear?
Was this history back then or just fable
Sea god Poseidon, warned of this fear
That mortality was soon to be unstable;
So many claims that tongues had woven
Nothing of which had ever been proven
Some say massive Volcano`s exploded
Atlantis lost to the depth of the sea;
Others spoke of cliffs that corroded
To this day it still remains a mystery.
Notation Of Summer
Spring has sprung but a seasonal song
Summer dances `neath shady bowers
Midst crescendo`s of perfumed flowers
A warmer breeze sighs the summer long;
While a chorus of birds nest in the trees
To a buzzing drone of the honey bees,
A summer symphony of vocals delight
Which harmony of nature shall compose
Orchestral notations of a summer night;
Within a summer solstice allegro of prose.
Within my dreams I reached for you
I had longed for thy passionate kiss
And thro` this night my yearning grew
To remain closer would be utter bliss;
I remember the nights I felt your touch
Your whispers that you loved me much
You told me then we were meant to be
And I knew that our passion would reign
One day soon our spirits shall be free;
With a promise of our love once again.
I shall enclose a chapter of my life
Upon this my ancient parchment page
I would turn a leaf unto pastures new
But leaves are very fragile with age;
My poetic wordings are at a loss
And am nearing the end of my goal
A written legacy meant for my kin
Though my quill I no longer control;
Where is this muse that served me well
Shall it return again will time only tell.
A bad time this is for writers cramp
Not a word in my mind to compose
Now I have diminished poetic words
As I conclude the end of my prose;
At last I shall now place down my pen
So wish me well when I bid you adieu
It is here I shall rest my weary head
Upon fresher meadows of pastures new;
Gone is my muse that hath driven me on
Blank is the parchment I now look upon.
Locked in a prison within myself
With no place to allow anyone in
And yet so tearfully I force a grin
Forever a reject left on the shelf;
Once to have yearned to be a part
But Oh how It hurt within my heart,
I tried how I tried but to no avail
Whatever my needs were not to be
Just one last venture that I did fail
Doing my best for a much better me.
Caught in a web within a silken thread,
This woven death trap her perilous fate
With not much time left to contemplate
Her final moments now filled with dread
What wonders these spiders then weave
To lure their victims in anguish to grieve;
Of Dewdrops on lace as her woven nest
Intricate patterns designed to impress
Tangled imprisonment a victim to injest
Awaiting her chance to escape no less.
How calm the breeze of warm summer days
Sweetness is the scent of a perfumed rose
She lay down her head there in sweet repose
By the still of water within mists of haze;
What dreams are within a restless mind
She may wish for a lover gentle and kind
Within a floating mirror of the lily pond
It is there her image of him should appear
For her cherished love now and beyond
Awakens in a fantasy so true and clear.
With grace and charm thy glide upon the lake
Such wonder of calmness within thy stance
Upon rippling waters doth beauty enhance
Such elegance within thy spell shalt partake;
So white are thy shroud of feathers to preen
Such pride and protection for a regal queen
Oh how these birds with such beauty known
So soothing and calming with heavenly bliss
Such stature so wild yet serenity hath shown;
How could such heaven upon earth go amiss.
Voice Of The Wild
Saddle thy steeds and ride fast my sweet lord
Come take home your hounds and bid them to lay
The fox and red deer are for certain their prey
How much do you think nature can afford;
To nurture these gifts that dwell on this land
Learn to give the weakest a helping hand
Savour the brightness of a summer moon;
A shooting star glimmers so brightly above
These wonders to behold that we may soon
Hold dear to all things we treasure and love.
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It could have been the wind softly sighing
perhaps the sound a of a fledgling first flight
or your voice calling in dawns early light
from distant land where I left you crying
Come home to me as spring now comes calling
to this beautiful land which you adore
my arms are so empty please fill them once more
come sweet arun.... mo chuisla my darling
We will drift with the wind touching the sky
and never again will we say goodbye
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The swirls of pink that pirouette in dance
To catch blue-eyes who waits in cushioned seat
With baited breath grasped by silenced heart beat
For dancerís arabesque to speak romance.
Beyond the stage, blue-eyes is sitting back
Battement of love that waits the curtain fall
And musicís coda fades to dancerís call
Then lovers disappear in carbon black.
O ballerina, beauty to behold
But it is her love that makes blue-eyes bold.
I long to feel her hand in mine again
To touch her skin and feel my heart beat thrill
As senses ignore the watery chill
While slowly walking through the summerís rain
For love has grown from depths of darkest pain
Far gentler than any sedating pill
Is the hand that leads me to climb this hill
To take a chance on loving once again.
Mystery beyond the horizon lies
As history destiny now defies.
Why do they have to think in black and white?
They speak of love but only in one way,
Theirís is the only way that can be right
And, of course, they think I chose to be gay.
The choice was made inside my motherís womb
And is the way I am from birth Ďtil tomb.
Their pious words of hate with which they pray
To save my soul from their own devilís hell
As I respond I have just this to say
A place without love is no place to dwell.
O sweetly sings the nightingale,
In words of poetic allure
That echo through the nightís dark veil
And yet so softly reassure.
Across the years he touched my soul
With philosophies making love;
And even now his words cajole
My pen from where he dwells above.
The poet dear, that sings to me,
In words that set my own voice free.
Pink ballet pumps await her feet tonight
She will dance like there is no tomorrow
Releasing all her deep inner sorrow
The music brings her heart its joyful light.
Her senses taut as the violin strings
Yet still for love she dances; music sings
The sweetest songs that ease her pain away,
From dusk Ďtil dawn she moves across the stage
With divine grace the audience engage
And her heart learns to love another day.
A breathless dream, another sleepless night,
Always aware something is not quite right;
My heart is screaming out for love, her love,
As softly, feather pillows soak up tears,
I see her face smile in the moon above
And moving on becomes the least of fears.
The pain awakens again as dawn nears,
I face yet another day on my own
Until solitudeís mist fades and disappears
Through this life, I now must journey alone.
Stuff the Lettuce Leaf
Iím counting calories each time I eat,
Trying to reduce the size of my bum,
Been touching my toes to a rhythmic beat
And masticating on sugar-free gum
To ease the burden of choccy delights
That beat my will power on winter nights.
In the summer the rule is to be thin
The bikini clad figure canít be fat,
When will I learn to say Ďto hell with that
I am content with the skin I am in.í
To mark the paper with a simple ĎXí
It is our duty on election day
If governments should make us mad and vexed
It is our right to have our legal say
For all women who pledged their lives away
So my voice could matter and thus be heard
It is my duty on election day
To make the ĎXí without complaining word
The suffragettes have made it so I can
Have equal rights, the same as any man.
I feel her kiss upon the evíning breeze
Can there be a sweeter moment than these?
Beneath the setting sun she pulls me close,
Revealing there is time for dreaming love,
In this rapid world there is time enough,
For in this place of love a minute slows.
But when my darling love is far away
Dear time, it stands so stoically still
Because she gives my heart its beating thrill,
For she is the shining sun that lights my day.
Wild Brier Rose
The red petals that whisper her desire
She is my rose amid the wild briar
Her velvet white reveals her loving heart
In breaths that linger on a summerís night
To tempt the senses where loveís passions start
Imploring dreams to taste the buds delight.
My rose, that is pure white yet tipped with red,
She offers me her tender, sweetest kiss,
In silent words that lips have left unsaid,
She grants me peace within her loving bliss.
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TMy heart feels so empty without you
I feel the darkness of black and blue
The glow from my heart is growing dim
the flame is starting to burn out within
I've lost all hope and have nothing but doubt
As I sit and watch your flame go out
The only way to touch you is in my mind
The images are fading and hard to find
My heart feels so empty without you
Images of you are fading and hard to find
No more images of vividness of you
I only see darkness of black and blue
A small glow flickers in my minds eye
Its lonely not to see you, I'm starting to cry
Tears flow over you and puts out your glow
I've no way of seeing you, I've let you go
My body had been aching for only you
No more images of vividness of you
Gone are images of vividness of you
A once cherished loved one named Blue
You have never touched my body I fret
Today I wish we had, now I have regret
You always had touched my heart and soul
Youíll never know you had so much control
My soul is dark with shades of black and blue
Itís empty and no longer shines of love for you
Now I have ridden all dreams of you inside me
I've accepted the inevitable and have set you free
You always had power to touch my heart and soul
I've accepted your rejection and have set you free
It's Only Make Believe
When words spoken of love, such deceive
For words stated were only make believe
A game of challenge people love to play
Spoiling some unaware of childish play
When typed words of love and future fate
Making them think theyíre words are great
Don't feed your childish love lines to me
On line romance is crazy and foolish to see
Its only make believe, this on-line dreamy affair
For in the end you'll find no one really care
Come tease me and please me it's easy to say
If they don't want to meet, then be on your way
How foolish to play love words to their moving cast
Keep it up, youíll learn it rarely works or will last
Because more people will tell you nothing but lies
Bet they wouldn't say if you looked in their eyes
Don't bother; not unless you like such foolishness
For Iíll be there to expose more candid nudeness
Its only make believe, this on-line dreamy affair
For in the end you'll find...they don't really care
To have disrobed for pleasured thrills of worthless,
Desires to come to climax cause, canít find real outlet
Theyíre despicable, cunning, worthless youíll regret
Now give me your love, so in return I can now abuse it
And when awaken and fine me gone, you can have a fit
Come test me again my desirous darling of dreams forever
Come shower your body of lust longings of hopeless test
Come to my wants and needs of foolish, despicable nest
As Its only make believe, this on-line dreamy affair
For in the end you'll find, I learned never to really care
Keep Dreaming Love
Everything you have done, even the slightest touch
Be it here with me or in splendorous dreams to blush
Summers colorful array of soft flowers drift and fall in
Making fragile forces of your love inserted deep within
I confess the tender loving ways you have held me close,
Keeps me shinning and always longing more to transpose
No thunder nor lighting will ever erupt, keeping us apart
Taking fondest memories of our passions from the start,
When your love smiles and eyes of wants broke the silence
We knowingly drifted and fell into blissful hypnotic trance
Slide into your imagination baby and invade my dreams
Come to me with your gentle breezes and help toss out fears
Encase my soul, bring onto me timeless treasures with you
Paint magical overflowing designs upon my every dream
All dreams shared with you excite me through and through
I pause remembering monumental hours of your laughter
That happened with powers held within your heart and soul
As darkness covers the day and heavens candle lights glow
Iíll drift into another world beyond earthlings humiliations
Till tomorrow; Iíll caress the marvelous dreams with you
A Precious Child
I find myself think of my Granddaughter today
And what life will bring to a Special girl each day
I would like for her to be happier than she
Has ever been as each and every moment passes
I would love for everything coming together for her
Such as her plans her hopes and wonderful dreams
I know someday they will as she gains knowledge
She is now two years young born on this day; May sixth
I know she will reach the peaks she will climb towards
There will never be a day when I wonít wish the world for her
Oh how I wish I could be a fallen leaf
One to caress your innocence of belief
Calm you on the balmiest nights for relief
A silent leaf to follow you along the reef
A beautiful color for only you at your request
To tenderly caress and hold gentle to your chest
Oh how wonderful it would be to float about
Without listening to unkind forces to gross out
To be blown far away and lay in silence in route
Until end of time when I am crushed and opt out
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When I lost him, I could not cry real tears,
And yet my pain was no less great for it.
But men do not cry, or worst still show their fears,
Instead they pretend, and bury it all in a pit.
The Aussie way, down the pub with a gang of mates.
Eventually, the light goes on common sense awaits
Or worse still are made to wake up to the truth.
But the cloud of alcohol can make emotions dense
In preferring still the Carlton United booth
Where amber fluid simply aids the pretence.
Birds like children dance and play in the grass
And I am locked here inside a glassy frame
Listening to the birds and their raucous game
Running this uninspired technical class.
I envy the ordinary birds, they seem so alive,
With their morning joy as we merely survive.
I believe if I were a bird I would become sane
Able to feel the pleasure of beautiful things
Like their joy of flight and the freedom to sing,
Taken for granted by mans indifferent brain.
Black crows scream out marking their domain
Refreshed and freer by menís attitude now
Hoping that the benefits will forever remain
The only fear left is the township doesnít grow.
But man cannot promise past his own plan
Least of all for the plans of an ambitious man.
And some birds are no different in this respect
They breed past their need to account for their loss
Whilst man breeds out of need and lust I expect
Forgetting or ignorant that Mother Nature is Boss.
She has no fear of four wheel drives
Or young boys being silly on trail bikes
Her only problem is during the day
When birds are hunting for their food.
Each warm evening at dusk I watched
As she carefully rebuilt her silky web again.
Each night a different pattern across the path
Twixt tree and house, a mighty task for her,
And each morn gone, save a few strandís left
That bridged the largest gaps of all.
I have no fear of her, why should I?
She eats the bugs that pester and annoy me
And gives me pleasure each time I see her,
I am full of admiration for her diligence.
But now she has gone, her work is over
And winter approaches oh so quickly now.
I can only hope the progeny sheís left behind
Will prosper and grow as well as her,
So that once again on warm summers eves
I can watch her daughters perform their art.
The Glass is Broken
The glass is broken time stands still
I need the time to rush by so fast
Still it dithers and minutes last
Sand can no longer the bottom fill
No need to rush, time I must kill.
Iím forced to capture what has past
Why is time so poorly miscast
Its cruelty stands against my will
In a time thatís less than miniscule
When next we meet see it overfill.
In My Garden
In my garden, I watched the last apple fall
And saw a solitary bee still working there.
I was amazed that there was any life at all,
That there were still creatures left to care.
I would have thought by now theyíd gone,
Barren, with nothing left alive to carry on.
Then I looked again, and suddenly realised
That there was life and fresh green leaves,
Also certain that winter will take its toll
And then I felt the scent, THAT was prized.
Once again, I kiss you on your mouth
And although you cannot feel me
Your fingers lightly touch your lips,
But Iím unable to feel your warmth.
I know, you have felt my love
By love I am forever bound to you
And even though you cannot see me
I will always be there with you.
You are unable to feel my touch
Yet I know, you can feel my soul.
Just a Simple Act
I look at the specks of stardust above.
Bright pinpoints of heavenly light.
Should I gather some in faint hope of
Adding to and improving times flight?
Will those bright specks of heavens dust
Slow the speeding time of togetherness,
Or in times apart find this is so unjust
And oil the slowing wheels of absence.
The heavens cleared left only darkness
My desire left other loves in distress.
The sun shines in though the classroom window
Outside I hear birds and children as they play
A young girl is screaming like a petulant Jackdaw
Making me wish more for the end of this day.
I can see my students wince as they do their test
From that incessant screaming there is no rest.
Then suddenly a heavy silence fills the scene,
Mums have arrived and the stage is now bare.
Avian life feeds on scraps fallen on the green
Itís far from stressful, and I wish I was there.
The black rain runs down without cessation
I try to ask the storm the secrets of life
Seeing lightning strike like a glittering knife
Stabbing the Earth, unafraid of retaliation
Natureís voice speaks out as droplets turn,
Once meek streamlets now swirl and churn.
And as such answers this mans calling,
"Listen, the riddle of life is in the sound
Of just one worthless man's tears falling
Times the years of them striking the ground".
Nine year old soldier with a wooden sword
Backwards balanced steps, leads to the door
He holds his breath, pretence of silent horde
Whence he returns to schoolboy once more.
Outside he dreams in mountains of snow
But dreams with school bell are soon dashed
Gone for a while our helmíd Viking hero,
All myths and lore and dragons are squashed.
Now Maths, and English must take their place
And our young hero, show a different face.
We are all reflections of each other,
We are unique yet something more.
Some images of Father, some of Mother
To find ourselves we must explore.
Oftítimes we think we know each other
Because we think we know ourselves.
With friendship like sister or brother
Layered in types like books on shelves.
Others wish they could be who we are,
When in reality we are very similar.
The morning breaks and lovers stir once more
The dawn chorus calls out, "Wake up, wake up".
Then once more lovers kiss and spirits soar
As on loves rich feast they again will sup.
Perfume of love, like silver springs is flowing
And golden touches arouse feelings once again.
Feelings now familiar as their love is growing,
Make them aware things can never feel the same.
For love is two souls that in time merge into one
And can neíer be separate once it has begun.
With time feelings grow and once good friends
Begin to know other feelings and a once smiling look
Takes on a serious aspect, with a reluctance to end
What was once a more pleasant task easily forsook.
For such is love, and meeting is a most pleasant task,
Whilst looks and touching even more pleasant still.
To abide for a short time is not too great an ask
And pray that time for a while will stand still.
Within this time feelings will grow even more
And from this the greater seeds of love will pour.
What have I done?
"What have I done to her," she asks?
I have opened her mind to her emotions
Too long hidden, and to tears long unbidden,
And for too long on misery she has ridden.
I have opened her mind to fears once known
But seeds of need and desire Iíve also sown
I have opened the door to her heart,
With a key to a lock that she herself created
She can travel to places she has dreamed of
And find a love, she always prayed for.
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we operate grades on "good enough";
our children on standards becalmed.
yon bell-curve gradations, evil stuff;
imperfect and vacuous, with harm.
notes tested by ear, sounded with heart:
the soul rolls us over with ideas.
young minds discover pathways: their own;
answer questions they ask of themselves;
today has didactic concoctions
not driving enlightenmentís purpose.
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