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2011 Poetry Form Challenge#04 Sestet Couplets |
The use of couplets in poetry is so well documented it is not proposed to go any further, except
to mention that Heroic couplets are those written in Iambic Pentameter.
This gives a suggested pattern shown below and "Nature" is a standard sestet:
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Sestet Couplets Challenge Replies
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Divena CollinsCanst this be love betwixt thee and I This feeling of warmth sun in the sky Which maketh me yearn for thee each day Whilst love forever shalt be ours I pray; Dost thy not see love deep in mine eyes Which portray`s truth and reveals no lies. When I glance at thee thy dearest one I see love, warmth laughter and fun, So thus our love we shall both now share And I for thee shalt forever be there; I doth count the hours when I shalt be Locked in thy embrace alone with thee  ----- Dearest Valentine Within thine eyes thy love shines through And Oh how I long to be close to you I cherish your smile which warms my heart It is you my love that I yearn to be part; When you touch I feel shivers down my spine And Oh in my dreams I wish thy were mine. Come hither my darling if we should make love And soar with elation to the clouds up above I pray you are feeling the same as I do For I know I could make your heart beat anew; I feel in my heart you were meant to be mine Oh please in my dreams, be my dear Valentine.  ----- Dreamer Forever a dreamer I was at school Punished often for breaking a rule I did not hear what my tutor had said For I was lost in my dreams instead; `Twas then I suffered grief and pain Held out my hands for a belt yet again. Every day I was punished the same I lost once more with nothing to gain Why was I treated so cruel this way Why was I then just a creature of prey; I was filled with both dread and fears Unhappy I was with eyes full of tears. It had left a scar and I rebelled At times I wished to be expelled And escape from this den of eniquity To my haven of dreams and humanity A far cry from a life based on dread Images of precious dreams instead. I had known back then I was not alone So many others with problems unknown Two of them had once refused the belt It was taken to court, the hurt they felt; Images of dreams inspired their brain So they shall never be punished again.  ----- Ghost Of A Rose Of whom do thee belong thy book of prose Thy showeth such visions, my interest grows Were thee a precious gift from her belov`d And was her heart and soul longingly moved; Thy leaves of parchment showeth love much So fragile with age such a treasure to touch. Such beauty to behold within thy rhyme Thy poetic phrases of a bygone tyme Letters within these images of floral art Once had endeared of thy beloved`s heart; Though much forsaken and much of thy best Hath faded the leaves of thy written quest.  ----- Lost Empire Oh ancient coin of an old Roman land Ye who hath passed from hand to hand What tales do ye tell of thy past domain For Augustus Caesar was then thy reign; Art thee the coin of a poor soldiers purse Perished in battle from a warriors curse. Or maybe a part of an emperors wealth Which was cast aside while ailing health A gladiator who braved the arena back then Who had met his cruel fate in the lions den; I feel great worth here within my fingers For as I touch thee my memory lingers.  ----- Moonlight Shadow In the silent shadow of the moons light When all is asleep throughout the night All that is heard is a barn owls scream His eyes miss nothing so it may seem; He in his wisdom can outwit his prey For natural instincts survive that way. He shall haunt the wooded forests deep And restless mortals shall dare to sleep When the evening shadows begin to fall It is then we shall hear his woodwind call; But what if the owl was caught for prey Would mother nature have the last say.  ----- Natures Anger So distraught can be the outcome of men When a natural disaster strikes yet again And the earth doth quake one final warning All could be lost with the land in mourning; Who shall be left then to suffer this plight When the reaper calls and there is no light. This disaster angered great mountains high So volcano`s erupted towards the dark sky Spewing molten lava within an acrid breath On mountain slopes to valley`s of death; This earth that is poisoned shall not grow All has changed this World that we know. And all the fish that has nurtured the sea All disappeared they are nowhere to see The World we live in is just not the same Whither we go shall we part then in shame; How on this earth shall this anger we pause Shall it be us or mother nature the cause.  ----- Of all Seasons Green the meadows which thrive in the spring Follow the Cuckoo`s sweet song on the wing For all of earths nature shall spring alive Woodlands in springtime again to survive; Spring awakens the dense woodland green Prettier pictures has ne-er yet been seen. Summer adorned the dense woodland green Flowers now boast natures magical scene An artistic brush shall inspire with flair Captures moments with precision and care; As dusk descends changing all thats bright Shades the skyline gently towards night. Come Autumns carpet crimson and gold Shed thy leaves bright colours to behold Thou who hath withered with ne-er a sound A host of leaves fierce winds blew down; To haunt a bare woodland with thy grace Oh sceptre of death with thy palid face. Pretty is the picture of winters scene Sprinkles of snow adorns pines of green This page from a magical fairy lore story Transforms a dense forest to all its glory; Praising each year this change of seasons Blessed be to nature who has her reasons.  ----- One Touch I can feel him in my dreams each night And know his love shall always be right For I hear his voice whispering sweet love Soft echos through rainbows high above; When his voice tells me he loves me much He awakens my senses with just one touch. And oh how this touch means much to me It opens up hearts where spirits reign free A foreverness betwixt both he and I Written in scriptures from days gone by; For love everlasting has shown us such And all it ever took was just one touch.  ----- Rhapsody Of Spring There are signs already spring hath sprung After winters snow fresh shoots hath begun Awakens the cuckoo,the lark, and the dove To hail the dawn chorus rhapsody of love; How fresh the posies that bloom in spring Welcome this seasonal love it doth bring. Spring is the season lovers doth flourish When gentle kisses the heart doth nourish This warmth inside gives that certain glow Reflections in eyes where desire doth show; Rhapsodies of spring they share together While telepathy of spirits remain forever.  ----- Spirit Of Love To look into the eyes of a wolf is to see your own soul. (Aldo Leopold). Oh spirit of love come look down upon me I was borne to this land for an eternity For I had once loved deeply with grace Pledging this honour to my Indian race; Let there be not of sorrow nor of pain That we may begin soon to love yet again. Oh spirit of love come now take my hand Lead us onward that we may understand The spoils of this memory can we forgive When news from drums say now it may live; If blue the spirit wolves eyes from above It is then once more we shall learn to love.  ----- Whatever Whichway I am meant to be loved not understood I wish you could when I feel you should Sometimes I`m sad and I dont know why I feel so dejected hard done by and cry; Just want everything to go my own way Why should I wait I could have it today. When I fall in love I love with passion Never know love may go out of fashion When I state my facts I argue whats right But never give up this could last all night; If truths be known then you are my man Come treat me gently I`m only a Woman.  ----- A Woman I am meant to be loved not understood I wish you could when I feel you should Sometimes I`m sad and I dont know why I feel so dejected hard done by and cry; Just want everything to go my own way Why should I wait I could have it today When I fall in love I love with passion Never know love may go out of fashion When I state my facts I argue whats right But never give up this could last all night ; If truths be known then you are my man Come treat me gently I`m only a Woman.  ----- Words Of Wisdom Only a teenager she had been at the time But still she recalls tho' way past her prime Within green fields by the cool waters edge 'Neath the sweet scented honeysuckle hedge; Within her dreams strange feelings took part Oh how these fantasies, awakened her heart. Where was her Prince she now could not find 'Tis none but the breeze caressing your mind` Where is the kisses he bestows upon me 'Tis none but a dew drop `neath the oak tree;` Why must I weap in my sorrow once more 'Tis not of sad tears, but rain on earths floor. ` Mother natures voice whispered tenderly She spoke with a wisdom which was to be Love with your heart, and not just your mind And never be impatient, but always be kind; Her words were remembered for many a year The words of the wise she hath spoken sincere.  back to list |
Jem FarmerEach morning before the early sunrise I wait to see the light in heaven’s skies Impatient like a child wanting a toy I wait to feel the new day’s tears and joy And though I know the dawn must surely come I fear it won’t and I will be undone. The incense clouds that spiral where I kneel Intense my senses finely tuned to feel In words of prayer that linger in the haze First-light shadows that begin all my days So silent is this time of sacred space Alone yet not, as he kisses my face. ----- So This Be It So this is it, I come to die, ask no questions of how and why? As the life ebbs from my being, I get the sense of worlds fleeing. I make no pretence of the facts This is my swan song's final acts. I chose this moment for farewell No sympathy will this life dispel. Do not add to my confusion this is no sweet love illusion It is time to say my good night this time I vow to get it right. If you must recall me by name let it be with a burning flame. The chick who gave her all to die has at last made her final sigh. My soul lays worn out in tatters words showing nothing now matters. A heart so dark it must be slain It can never give love again. Life is nothing in voids of hate As death is served lines on a plate. One-way trip to the end of time And to the end, I close in rhyme. ----- Tossing Cat Among Pigeons An argument between poets exists as whether metric verse should still persist. The use of sound to bring a rhythmic beat each line in its own place must follow feet Accented meter poesy as art from this regime I will never depart. The words that form a most beautiful rose are never the same written as plain prose with iambic rhythm sonnets sing love as sweetly as the birds that fly above or starkly utter the most vibrant curse you simply cannot do that in free verse. back to list |
Peggy NelsonMagnificent winters serenity Cause multiple layers of reality Bringing life to chills or comforting bliss Outside flights of unexpectedness Leading back to living a comfort zone Settled and satisfied inside alone Etching brighter schemes of tranquility Amused pleasures lost, reclaiming witty Although sluggish days do pop life’s bubble Inside paints flow over taunting trouble Inserting peacemaking rainbow colors So peaceful...I now lay dead on the floor! back to list |
Ryter RoethicleSearing deserts hot and bare Teeming jungles of flora rare Rolling plains a sea of wheat A land of thongs or naked feet Listening to Kookaburras cackle Inside your yard as barbies crackle.  ----- Autumn Love Come take my hand my autumn angel Lush summer colours are no longer visible. No longer in spring or summer bright The days share equal time with night. Our legacy the colours of red and gold The harvest gathered, the crop are sold Winds from cooler seas now chill the air Evenings sat by a fire in a comfy chair. This time is ours in our own private nest What we have earned, time alone is best. Our future life stretching out forever This time is ours in our own private nest. Let’s walk this path and stay together Our future life stretching out forever. Although uncertain there’s no need to worry We can also take our time no need to hurry. Lush summer colours are no longer visible Come take my hand my autumn angel.  ----- Coming of Age Those treasures carefully locked inside An almost empty mind, human outside See her sitting there quietly smiling still Originally placed there, against her will Is the loss of wisdom worth the cost, What is the value of age if memory’s lost? No attention span and the words are gone Mind formatted by fate, the body lives on There are so many things I still need to ask But now it’s become an impossible task Sometimes duty can be too heavy a cost What is the value of age if memory’s lost?  ----- Fair Winds Fair winds and good fortune beckons us all When love in her glory finally makes her call. But things we see around are images, no more The relentless sea a mere drop upon the shore. Sailing on the seas which life in constant pours Fair winds like storm, or calm, just other doors A soul is the vessel with which love doth haul Doors which once opened there is no recall. We make each life, each love a port of call A constant search each life in fates dark hall Not just a journey in life, but a reason to explore Meeting for a long time, always wishing more Sometimes like this one our time will be short With each minute together of such great import. Knowing sand in the hour glass does not climb When it comes to love, we’ll give it our all Together for Eternity when comes the final call  ----- Gift Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted. - Rabindranath Tagore I want you my love, my princess of the night Your beauty, the allure in the full moons light. Deep dark blue skies, forming a stars back drop A stampeding heart my breath wants to stop Moonlight enhances the dampness of your skin Warm soft wet lips, draws my soul within. No movement at first, savouring the moment The waltz begins, building such sweet torment Our dance of love looking in each other's eyes The words, the bites, the kisses, the heavenly sighs The feeling of you sends shocks down my spine Then those final moments are your gift divine.  ----- Human Nature We all travel through life like wagon trains Wagon wheels rolling on fresh virgin plains Leaving our tracks where we go on the grass Making our presence in life felt as we pass Or perhaps footprints in the fresh beach sand Each tide will wash away what we planned. The once lush fields again become dirt. In the depth of winter there is another desert And the seasons come and go, as do we Nature has decreed it so and we must agree. From her for a while man has just thieved Forgetting Natures balance must be achieved.  ----- To Learn to Love To learn to love, you must first learn to cry Offer your heart before love says goodbye. Our bodies and minds conditioned by life Must show no emotion and be stoic in strife. For too long now, my heart has been asleep And slowly through joy, I'm learning to weep. But now there is tears my heart is open again. Not tears or sobs of a heart wrenched in pain. Now at last it’s become the time for you to cry As anger and frustration from inside you die I have looked in your eyes and I see your tears You have held it inside you for all these years Beside you I wipe those tears from your eyes I hold you and kiss you, am building close ties. I see with those tears your now learning to trust The prime lesson to learn if deciding you must Stay with that person through out all Eternity You must realise that’s how things have to be.  ----- Zeitgeist (The Spirit of the Times) Every plant that pushes forth new leaves Is aware of the life that it conceives, And blossoms forth its symbolic scenes To procreate and pass on its genes. Reliant on symbiosis for the key And it needs the help of worker bee. Or other creature that passes seed To fertilize each plant and weed; And as the seasons wax and wane One years loss is another's gain, Because Nature balances out with time So that nothing can out climb. All things are equal we must learn A balanced life is our main concern. What we remove we must replace And that way remain in Natures grace. This should always be in mans mind Or one day he may wake and find  ----- Mirror of Senses A Crown of Sestet Couplets Sight: the first sense: Your reflection as we pass that window Curious, is it you I see, what do you allow? What lurks behind your enigmatic smile Is it your love, and that me you so beguile? Each time we meet I believe you recommit I’m still aware I see only what you permit? You turn and look at me, two more mirrors I see again do your eyes hide your sorrows? Are there feelings inside I should not know, Or are my feelings something I’ll outgrow? The inquisition of my eyes they do not admit I’m still aware I see only what you permit! ----- Sound: the second sense: Your reflection as we pass that window I wonder what’s it saying what do you allow? It turns to me, still with that loving smile No sound from your alter ego to beguile. It does not speak, nor will it say, "I commit"; I’m still aware I hear only what you permit! I wish you’d say those three exquisite words I wish, "If only your spirit could be heard". If only you’d tell me what your feelings are Instead of raising this impenetrable bar. The acquisition to my ears they will not admit I’m still aware I hear only what you permit! ----- Smell: the third sense: Your reflection as we pass that window There is no scent, where is your odour? So clean and showered and freshly soaped This reflection of you doesn't bring me hope. Your sweet scent, more fragrant than any bluet I’m so aware I smell only what you permit! This glass image of you has no essence Which can compare one bit to your presence. The tangy bouquet that is your own perfume One sniff and you doth my soul consume. There is none of loves sweet aroma to it I’m so aware I smell only what you permit! ----- Taste: the fourth sense: Your reflection as we pass that window What delicious flavour does it endow? Will my lips savour and treasure every kiss But there is nothing at all this is so remiss. My lips so sad at what the windows omit I’m so aware I taste only what you permit! The salty taste of kisses in the afternoon To taste them again can never be too soon. The nibble of the ear, I really miss that taste Too see and not bite, will always be a waste. The flavour of love has gone I must admit I’m so aware I taste only what you permit! ----- Touch: the fifth sense: Your reflection as we pass that window I wonder, how can I make its heart grow. This mirror image is an imposter, how dare It try to imitate someone for whom I care? Where it possible I would be unable to touch it. I’m so aware I touch only what you permit! It holds your shape and form but not your soul What good is that I ask, I want you whole. I tell you now how well I know your softness Your warm wet lips so familiar and soft to kiss. Memories of trembling flesh willing to submit I’m so aware I touch only what you permit! ----- Soul: the sixth sense: Your reflection as we pass that window Are you my Juliet and am I your Romeo? What mysteries do lurk behind your smile Am I truly the lover you wish to beguile? I can sense the love light that your soul emits I’m so aware I sense only what you permit! You are my Mona Lisa, looking so enigmatic Your outside appearance that looks so chic. Your inside feelings are what I want to know So that by knowing, I can help our love grow. It’s your love for me I want you to admit I’m so aware I sense only what you permit! back to list |
Nia WynneUnder a hot blue sky began a drum Beating, whispering like guitar strums, Mellow lutes play in our ears presently Pleasant we drift together ardently Seeking lips, softly breathing in and out, In and out in rhythm with loves route. ----- In Vain Never love in vain, they say, but I say Being alone is worse than waiting days Or years for just the right one to show up. While youth tarries not over the tea cup But leaves on the wings of promised care For at least days are less grey, and shared. back to list |
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