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2011 Poetry Form Challenge#03 Brisbane Sonnet |
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The Brisbane Sonnet consists of two sestets and a couplet. The original sestet was based on the
Hymnal Octave form which has a rhyme scheme of a.b.c.b.a.b.c.b. Two of the b lines are removed and leave a
rhyme scheme of a.b.c.a.b.c. by adding another similar sestet d.e.f.d.e.f. and a couplet, g.g., this sonnet
form was born. The Hymnal used an alternating meter Iambic Tetrameter followed by Iambic Trimeter. As the Australian dialect has its own natural meter which is a mixture of Iambic and Anapest the meter was set as just any Pentameter. This sonnet form was created during a working visit to Brisbane during the floods after talking with some of the flood victims. In the example below the 14 lines have been maintained and the stanza colours changed to give a better idea of the rhyme scheme.
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Divena CollinsHow deep is this bond of love we shared Passion lies deep within a lovers hold Finding peace and pefect harmony within, Loving hearts shalt not e`er be compared What spirits were once in past days of old How canst these feelings be cast as a sin; As time passes by love shall grow stronger Each loving day so much more than before Forever both together until time stands still, Ours is a love that shall linger much longer This bond shall be cherished for ever more And dreams of the past we shall both fulfill; How precious this love of heavenly bliss How sweet is the dew of a morning kiss.  ----- Green GrowThe Rushes Wear ye armour for we`re havin` a ball Within a dense woodland of thistle thorn Angus Armadillo composed on his fiddle All spruced up for his grand curtain call, Sheep in meadow and cows chewing corn Garnish and sizzled upon fires of a griddle; Tam theTortoise felt his shell grow numb But a slow tempo was all he could manage Hamish the hedgehog he beat him wi`sticks While he tapped upon his shell like a drum, The wee birds eyes couldna see nae damage And finally agreed he was up tae nae tricks; A reel o` a tune `neath the wisps of a Willow Frae auld Scottish fiddler Angus Armadillo.  ----- How Calm The Ocean How beautifully calm the wide ocean free Such peace and tranquillity touches me so With a soothing contata of orchestra strings And gentle ripples from the deep blue sea A most heavenly aria with an angelical flow With voices like angels with soft white wings; So calm is the music that plays with the tide How sedately the dance of the salt sea spray Flowing back home towards the seas shore This orchestra tamed the great ocean wide Such peace when those strings start to play; And remains deep in my memory once more I shall still hear that violin playing for me How beautifully calm those moments to be.  ----- Little Greenies From Mars (Part 1) There were sprites, living here in my garden Two small green elvin arrived here from mars On their yearly visit from the realms of space Most times they remained here quite hidden From the sun, moon, and the sparkling stars; Oh so far apart from this strange human race The weird little sprites had large bulbous eyes With huge long ears, and a long pointed chin And a most unusually small turned up nose They never asked questions and told no lies, So their secrets were deeply hidden within But not being familiar with earthling prose; They remained in silence thro`out the lands Conversing only by a language of the hands.  ----- Conclusion By and by, there had come great winds of change This planet was never the world we had known Since the martians had once taken their flight Mother nature was behaving so very strange; The seedlings of life yet again had been sown Beneath a full darkened moon on that night, They could not communicate nor understand That our future here needed time to put right Strong cosmic rains tumbled down from space; Torrents of floods flow across a parched land. With nothing but oceans now remaining in sight And earthquakes trembled upon an earthen face; Go home little greenies you have done your best If things don`t improve we shall be your guest.  ----- Little Love Pats When lovers become so mutually attracted And being so close they can have some fun Teasing each other with cute pettish names Sometimes silly, playful, and fondly reacted It is part of courtship an extremely vital one Not always serious but with fun loving games With little love pats, and playful participations Proves that both are at ease with each other. Which banishes their thoughts of encertainty Togetherness is the key to perfect relations And still they shall both for ever be a lover Within love they shall both share a certainty For in fun and games as in love and in play Both shall then be lovers forever and a day.  ----- Memories of Love When autumns sunset shone last September I could see the reflected glow within your eye And felt the warmth you gave, deep in my heart We shared our paths of dreams you remember The calming of the oceans riplets as they sigh To feel now, how we felt then, shall ne`er depart; Memories shall be with us both, now and forever Of love and companionship that we both shared Holding close the moments we both held so dear Cherishing those precious days we had together Not a thing in this world shall ever be compared; Those memories in our hearts remains sincere Of that beautiful september, autumnal sunset For the joys of sweet love, how could we forget.  ----- New Invention What would we all do if computers were extinct With a new invention discovered in their place Can we all cope with learning something new Will companys such as microsoft then go skint; We have no say, if they need change this pace They are not prepared to hear our point of view Blame the inventors who enforce this progress Technology taking place of what we all know, But aged consumers are now stuck in their ways Discovering something new could cause stress They need more time for interests to grow Pushing aside the need to learn this final craze; Dont take away these computers if you must Nor leave them in a museum to gather dust.  ----- Painted Mask I do not hide behind a painted mask Nor shall false impressions my style I am as mother nature intended to be, For much more I shall not deign to ask But have lived and have cared for a while What you see now is all you have of me; My passions are only of the simple things I do not wish for diamonds or of pearls The gems that I have are here in the sky, Not ornate jewels with earings or rings I shall sport no fancy princes nor earls; Within a coach with footmen standing by But I shall be with my lover wild and free Simply to love him forever as he loves me.  ----- Terrys Ozzie Mozzies It was way far away in Australias shore The sun shone hot and the earth was so dry In the heat of summers dry parched land Then down came the rains with havoc galore So much at once they had flooded thereby Friends helped one another, all was in hand Floods were conquered heat waves did form Causing humidity with temperatures high Then Air conditioners were all turned on And all of the land went from hot to warm But humidity awakened the mosquito fly And Terry in his garden was plagued upon `Bloody Oath` says he its like a comic strip Them Auzzie mozzies have bitten my lip".  ----- Winter Nights Bitter is the frost when it bites my fingers And fierce is the wind that tugs at my heart So deep is the snow from billowing clouds When I need my love his kisses doth linger; Why must it be so, that we are both apart For warmth enfolds, when love enshrouds Melting my heart with his soft spoken voice Where is the smile that doth haunt me much; Why must we wait for the warm summer sun Before he enfolds me in his arms once again When I know this waiting is never by choice; But worth the patience just to feel his touch love and warmth we shall both be together Then cold winter nights shall return forever.  back to list |
Jem FarmerIn visions that by starlight's gleam revealed I dreamt I felt my love's own tender kiss As it's my slumber yearnings took me there This desire that refuses to be concealed Each night it stretches o'er my heart's abyss To fill the hunger my love and I share. And in those hours we should be at our rest On my breast droops her pale flower-like cheek The scent of hair intoxicates my mind Empowered, my lips seek to meet her test We know our love can ne'er be mild nor meek As in heated dreams it is ours to find. I lift my voice to make a humbled plea As lost tears dissolve into destiny ----- Different Sunset In dreams, I see a different sunset And in the dusk, I see you softly smile Before I feel the touch of moistened lip Reminding me should I dare to forget Love is real as long as I dream awhile And let my pious inhibitions slip. In dreams I am with you every day Each night I fall asleep inside your arms And yet each morning I find you are gone If only dreams would permit you to stay And feed my love with your impassioned charms So we two once again could be as one. Not just for the night, as I lie asleep But through the day so I no longer weep  ----- The Divine Image In gardens of beauty walks moonlight I feel her presence on a gentle breeze As I surrender to her sacred will In pathways darkened by the mortal night In supplication I fall to my knees And slowly lift my face upward until I feel her loving beam of silver reflect Inside me; her majesty on my breath As I learn the wisdom within her ways Beneath her lunar light I shall respect The mystery of life as found within death My new found voice at last chanting her praise Ancient Mother once more I hear your call To the lunar lady I give my all.  ----- Gift of Joy All that is good, it's said, shines in virtue and loving patience waits in tender care in gentle thoughts that watch a seedling grow. One tiny seed we planted, me and you, when first we met too shy to talk and share could beauty be born from the things we know? As it so slowly grew in springtide sun its leafy shoots revealed a hidden need and newborn buds reached up towards the sky. The story called friendship had just begun just like the buds that stretched from planted seed a loving tale we found in you and I. The tender sweet blossom that calls us friend a gift of joy bound by love without end. ----- Imbolic Dream Because the sun shines, I feel the warmth of hope Through cold and biting winds, I see the signs And know the sleeping Earth returns to life. I stare past trails left by icicle ropes On to the horizon where Spring reclines In waiting for an end to Winter's strife. And when I gaze into my crystal ball I see my silver Lady dancing there A spark within the Winter's darkest hour And in her love once more I'm standing tall I know there is no reason to despair As life returns from death within her pow'r. Oh Lady hear my prayer once more tonight And grant me peace within your holy light.  ----- Through the Eyes of a Witch A silent blade of grass is watching me My eyes are gazing in the lily pond While thoughts are pondering inside my mind The divine truth is all I need to see Not much to ask the crystal or a wand As all around her beauty I shall find. A Maiden's heart, it shines in purest white She lifts her face upward to feel the sun Towards the hazy winter sun, she turns The Hunter smiling rays of morning light Their story of love once more has begun As from winter's sleep life on Earth returns. My eyes are closing to this distant place And I feel divinity kiss my face ----- Without You Without you I am incomplete; alone A mere shadow of the whole that we are Without you to lift my heart it cannot beat In fear of breaking never to be one For love has taken its hold from afar Without you I am alone, incomplete. My eyes see only hazy reflections No shape nor form, just like in early light The world waits to be gently awoken My mind lingers in this introspection Waiting for whispered senses to ignite And fuel my fire in your words; unspoken. Without you, I am incomplete today Yet, still I love you in every way.  back to list |
Reason A PoteetKneeling at my pew in contemplation bewildered by the news again today. My heart in prayer cries out for those who sculpt their new normal based on fragmentation - new normal formed from broken clumps of clay. The angst and hunger cause us all to gulp with indigestion, some tasty rumors - the tough fare which the media serves us with nuance and troublesome intentions. News which preys on answer-starved consumers. What's missing is the element of trust and truth which rallies comprehension. We all share the loss, we all share one God. New normal requires prayer without façade. back to list |
Ryter RoethicleSomewhere in time two lovers kissed Fate looked down and began to smile. She is not heartless and never cruel But recognised that true love exists. And so time stood still for just a while Seeing that this was indeed a jewel. Somewhere in time the lovers wished Separate upon the fullness of the moon They wished that they could be united Thus creating a mood of supreme bliss And even more that it would be soon. So fate stated they would not be parted. The moon and stars all witnessed this As somewhere in time two lovers kissed. ----- The Twenty-Four Styles of Poetry |
Bill TopperI see thee and a twinkle in thy eye A curl of lip as it hides a gentle smile Nervous touches as your fingers graze mine I long to hold you, hear my fervent sigh You are my dream alive to linger awhile It is on your heavenly charms I wish to dine Be my love and forever hold me tight What we have found is forever and a day You light up my love with all the things you do Always in my eye you are true beauty's sight It's by your side the place I want to stay You know my darling, how I do love you Our lives entwined to halves to make a whole Beyond eternity shall be out one true goal ----- Look Around You Far in the west I watch the red sunset Above the desert of long white washed sand A crimson of beauty alone in the sky A place where the earth reached the sky and they met Laced away from the orb waned a purplish band Surrounding my heart I heard myself sigh The visions of nature that are often displayed Yet many times we don't look we're too busy to see Wrapped in our daily seeking of self pleasure To see what surrounds us is often delayed So stop, smell the roses, it's really quite free And you'll find at your footsteps a bountiful treasure Take time to see enjoy a world so fine Grab hold of the beauty and let your eyes dine ----- The Masters I often hear or read the term, "thoughts by the masters," never spend time to think about it, of no import. Many so called masters come to my mind; some of word and thought and some spell casters, some of whom there is no true retort, some of whom even put my thinking in a bind. What makes a man or woman then a master? What have they done to shape the course of life? What have they done to rise in our esteem? Are they heroes of some past disaster? Have they found a way to end all of mankind’s strife? Or are they just thoughts afloat on a dark beam? I may enter meditation seeking as I wonder, Why the masters entered my brain to plunder back to list |
Nia WynneThe pure bright colors of a wild beasts heart Are tempered by the brush strokes cortex, Civilized a dull neutral brown palette As is impasto of love uncharted On the canvas of two immortal vortex, Where souls collide and conflict round atte Center of the sun as dances will do. Now the trust in fate carries little weight While atlas holds up our blue marble world We are wont to wait, not to exchew Matters of desire but build the state Of our fire, not as andirons curl'd About the branches of our universe But as worlds hurl'd together, inverse. ----- Near in Heart Confession is good for the soul they say So I must say, dear, you have my heart so Bound that it flies like a bird in heaven Whose only tie to the ground is the way You speak my name so tender and so slow It makes my pulse that flutters a given. Disclosure comes none too soon for true love So let me tell the world this blossoms fate That it may not fall before we embrace. Let this admission release loves good dove, Dear, for all my hearts desires are your gate To open, your sea to swim in with grace. Now let me fly into your arms again And let this bluebird sing a new sweet strain.  back to list |
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