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2011 Poetry Form Challenge

#07 Quatern



As the name might suggest this form consists of four, four line stanzas. As is typical of French forms there is a Refrain, but what is unusual is that there is no rhyme sequence specified.
As is normal with French poetry it consists of eight syllable lines with no meter specified.
The Refrain is the first line of the first stanza, which becomes the second line of the second stanza, the third line of the third stanza and finally the last line of the last stanza.
Tease

Tease my eyes, you glimmer of God!
Dance your morning dance upon treetops,
Mould your glow to the mountain ridge!
My eyes averted from your rising glory.

That glory shows as morning grows
Tease my eyes, you glimmer of God!
Take your rightful place in the sky,
That in looking we are guided by.

Day well begun, following your track,
I watch you playing hide and seek.
Tease my eyes, you glimmer of God!
Slipping behind the gathering clouds.

Black bottomed, usurping clouds gather
Or are they only an affected mantle?
Occasionally I see a smile and know you
Tease my eyes, you glimmer of God!

Ryter Roethicle
Leny takes a more conventional route.
Yoga II

I feel my vertebrae align
as seat-bones touch the floor, relax;
my crown is raised into the air-
in breathing deeply, I'm aware.

In concentration freedom grows-
I feel my vertebrae align.
All speeding thoughts have come to rest;
blue light now fills my lungs and chest.

Both feet in contact with the earth-
her energy flows through my limbs.
I feel my vertebrae align
as clear white light enfolds my spine.

In balance with the world within,
the present moment matters most;
devotion rises from her shrine-
I feel my vertebrae align.

Leny Roovers
Although there need be no rhyme, in the example above, for the most part Leny chose rhyming couplets. In the example below Ryter chose to use alternating couplets, but was not overly restrained by the eight syllable lines.
Wake Up

You are like a voice from a distant star
Calling to my spirit self through time
The distance travelled can be so far
Yet your soul is in sync with mine.

Is this what love is all about, and
You are like a voice from a distant star
Words gathered each morn like sand
Even from arid and distant Zanzibar.

Distance and love should ne'er be bar
Nor be feared that you give freely.
You are like a voice from a distant star
And after easy thought, given easily.

There is no choice to make this time
Love is offered and we have gone so far
And so I tell you, I am thine
You are like a voice from a distant star

Ryter Roethicle


Quatern Challenge Replies

Divena Collins

Embracing Love
Fantasia
Heatwave
Neighbourhood Watch
Paper Flowers China Moon
Rendezvous
Satin Sheets
Spirits of Trees
Torment
Trumpet Flower
Victim
Words of Love

Gloria Carpenter

All Wet
Cradlesong
In Silence
Shadow Skin

Lorainne Dafney

Nano
Years

Allura D

When the Rains Come

Jem Farmer

Crying Out In The Night
Radiant Ladies
Sin of Science
Slow Bits
Two Sisters

Jeff Feezle

Thus We Share

Kevin McKinney

A Cup 'O Kindness
Defining Moment
Limited Warranty
Mute Testimony
Selective Services

Peggy Nelson

Blest
From One Donk To Another
Ouch! Oh No! Not Iambics!
Seeds
Tears For Only You
Till The End Of Time

Ryter Roethicle

Autumn in Melbourne
Blessed Heaven
Creatures of the Night
Dark Lord
Finale in the Rain
I Taste Your Essence
Jealous for a while
Journey on a different path
No Yes In Yesterday
The Waratah
X Morning

Nia Wynne

Facade, Falcade and Frescade
Seasons of Rebirth
Winter Queen
Your Form



Divena Collins

Embracing Love

Feel soft the breeze thro`our hair
As we tread through fields of gold
This haven to me shall not compare
With the love that autumn shall hold.

Lift your eyes to a cool blue sky
Feel soft the breeze thro`our hair
Hear the songs of a lovers sigh
For they truly answer our prayers.

Sharing moments of love and care
Within natures warming embrace
Feel soft the breeze thro`our hair
As sunlight and shadows interlace.

Hold deep this memory forever clear
For always these moments we share
A tender touch shall ever be near
Feel soft the breeze thro`our hair.



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Fantasia

I saw that warmth within your eyes
As they spoke of desires of love
Only precious love shall now portray
Those feelings that lay deep within.

Your tender touch thrilled me much
I saw that warmth within your eyes
As you whispered words of love
I knew then that our love was divine.

You are there within all my dreams
In sweet slumber and awakening
I saw that warmth within your eyes.
As you enclosed me in your arms.

That special look that melts my heart
When embers of passion glowed
In rapturous dreams of fantasia
I saw that warmth within your eyes.



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Heat Waves

Hot is the sun that bathes the flesh
Enticing deep the passions within
Tender waves of heat shall caress
Desires within the realms of sin.

Wild are the flames of erotic fires
Hot is the sun that bathes the flesh
Burning the senses unto desires
Sparks the flare of a lovers quest.

Dripping beads upon thy breasts
Perspirations which drench thy brow
Hot is the sun that bathes the flesh
When wanton fevers then endow.

Anon there shall be dying embers
Winds of time hath arisen from rest
All too soon when passion lingers
Hot is the sun that bathes the flesh.



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News At Neighbourhood Watch

I only joined neigbourhood watch
For a shiny new badge to wear
They gave me a pair of binoculars
Which around my neck I do bear.

Never been one to stick in my nose
I only joined neighbourhood watch
But I peep behind my lace curtains
And I shone my big battery torch.

Oh my goodness I have got to go !!!
Someone is screaming over the road
I only joined neighbour hood watch
But I have never been a one to goad.

Looks like they are having a rave up
Binoculars lens steaming with scorch
Maybe I had better go `join` them
Like I only joined neighbourhood watch.



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Paper Flowers China Moon

Of paper flowers beneath a China moon
So delicate the blush of red he paints
Of tinted buds that shall awaken soon
To adorn the crowns of angels or Saints

How precious a jewel to bloom so free
Of paper flowers beneath a China moon
Fragile petals floating forth to the sea
That calmly rests by an oceans lagoon.

How canst this wonder flourish so soon
From withered boughs once were bare
Of paper flowers beneath a china moon
That bloomed when not a bud was there.

Had an artists brush created this scene
Of the delicate petals his art had strewn
This masterpiece that has simply been
Of paper flowers beneath a China moon.



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Rendezvous

When I close my eyes and think of you
Of days and nights shared together
Now embedded deeply within view
Memories I shall remember forever.

I shall always remember our first kiss
When I close my eyes and think of you
Those nights together were utter bliss
And I know you felt the same way too.

As time passed by my feelings grew
I knew we were meant for each other
When I close my eyes and think of you
I could never fall in love with another.

Some day soon when the time is right
We continue our blissfull rendezvous
My dreams come true shall re- ignite
When I close my eyes and think of you.



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Satin Sheets

To lie betwixt soft satin sheets
And dream of thy lovers caress
Of warmth and passion therein
Upon the heat of a summer eve.

There is a feeling of sensuality
To lie betwixt soft satin sheets
Inducing an eve of lusty dreams
In a fantasy of restless sleep.

Oh if only these desires came true
Those erotic delights of the flesh
To lie betwixt soft satin sheets
With an intensity of lust therein

Entranced in dreams of emotion
With the touch of a lovers hand
Leading gently with keen desires
To lie betwixt soft satin sheets.



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Spirits of Trees

Hail blythe spirits of woodland sage
Now hath arisen from days gone by
From the heart of an aged forest tree
To harken the screech of an owl cry.

Returns from the dark age to rebirth
Hail blythe spirits of woodland sage
Thy sap still lies deep within thy girth
With boughs that lived a sacred age.

Dark the forest that breathes no light
When growth is forbidden to flourish
Hail blythe spirits of woodland sage
No longer replenished to nourish.

Goodness of soil must be returned
It is writ in mother natures page
All that is lost must always go back
Hail blythe spirits of woodland sage.



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Torment

What is this torment I feel inside
That warns me of a broken heart
Making me want to run and hide
When love is lost how do I start.

Why do I shrink in crowded rooms
What is this torment I feel inside
I fade away when a shadow looms
Devoid of my confidence and pride.

If I cannot take life in its stride
If all is lost then how do I cope
What is this torment I feel inside
Might there be a glimmer of hope.

How then when I find love do I chose
Shall I be right in my mind to decide
Or shall I be wrong and again I lose
What is this torment I feel inside.



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Trumpet Flower

Trumpet flower come play thy tune
From thy sweet scented core within
Golden delights of honey in June
Upon stamens of nectar therein.

Over the mountain tips and far away.
Trumpet flower come play thy tune
Call the sun to enlighten this day
For dark shall now be upon you soon.

Through the meadows down the lane
Dancing through the ripening corn
Trumpet flower come play thy tune
Sing thy praise to a new day born.

Go home honey bee for dark is nigh
Soon we shall see the harvest moon
Shadows reaching towards the sky
Trumpet flower come play thy tune.



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Victim

How could she see the dangers ahead
Thumbing a lift down a country lane
She had no sense in her young head
Risking a chance that was quite insane.

If she screamed no one would hear
How could she see the dangers ahead
Did no one ever warn her of this fear
Or did she shrug them aside instead.

She was too naive and easily misled
And had known not how or even why
How could she see the dangers ahead
When never a soul could hear her cry.

All too often this misfortune prevails
Mothers today are oft` filled with dread
This was a girl who once wore pony tails
How could she see the dangers ahead.



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Words Of Love

All too freely were words of love used
Without a thought of true meaning
Is it any wonder we are confused
An unexpected phrase of feeling.

Can it be what we speak of is untrue
All too freely were words of love used
Is to love what we are all meant to do
Or is the definition very often abused.

Is it heart beats that is then accused
Or has misted eyes revealed the same
All too freely were words of love used
And should not be spoken with shame.

When feelings are felt from deep inside
Within the strength of that love infused
Shall then run smooth within their stride
All too freely were words of love used.



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Gloria Carpenter

All Wet

exuding drops of liquid spill
a lullaby of gentle rain
has sent me off to sleep again
within a shower of dreams until

awakened by a stream of light
exuding drops of liquid spill
my dreams and yet they cling on still
to moistened skin in raw delight

full splash descends from such a height
as cascades flow and send a thrill
exuding drops of liquid spill
in fluid movement to ignite

a passion drowned in downpourís chill
while cats and dogs sing their refrain
as downcast eyes well up and drain
exuding drops of liquid spill.

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Cradlesong ~ Claire de Lune

As starry eyed she sees the light,
a crescent moon sways up above.
No clouds to hide her beam tonight.
Her smile is bright and clear as love.

She looks below while slumber rests,
as starry eyed she sees the light.
For dreamers settled in their nests,
her wish is sent for sweet delight.

And as she rocks, her hopes held tight,
she hums a moonlit cradlesong,
as starry eyed she sees the light
in harmony where all belong.

Her music calms the nightwindís cares.
Soft breezes drift in waves of night
among its oceanís twinkling prayers,
as starry eyed she sees the light.

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In Silence

in silence I hear music play
as birds are noted for their song
and soar above high sea with ease
or rest on lines transmitting sound

on rippling waves or thunderous roar
in silence I hear music play
eternally a rhythmic voice
emotions tied to ebb and flow

a symphony of wind and strings
from soft caress to vibrant bursts
in silence I hear music play
as rushes brush their breezy air

for hearts will beat in harmony
amidst such euphony of soul
a timeless essence everywhere
in silence I hear music play

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Shadow Skin

My shadow slipped into the sea
in solitude, a satin veil,
adrift on sands of shaded pale,
in wafts of visibility.

It cast a mask of fringing fear.
My shadow slipped into the sea.
A surface showed a shallow me,
as shivers rippled, ever near.

Afloat with hope, it persevered,
alight with luminosity.
My shadow slipped into the sea.
Abandoning, it disappeared.

I stayed, not wishing to be free,
as though, it was, Iíd shed a skin ~
and wondered, "Where do I begin?"
My shadow slipped into the sea.

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Lorainne Dafney

Nano

It all goes by too fast my dear
make sure you savor the moments
I hope your pathways remain clear
treasure all mankinds achievments

for living right is a fine art
It all goes by too fast my dear
long kisses end and lovers part
live free of bad habits and fear

This much I will tell you my love
listen to the songbirds sing cheer
It all goes by too fast my dear
watch every sunrise climb above

Give love and hope to those that need
the future presents each premier
that teaches how to plant the seed
It all goes by too fast my dear

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Years

Iíve seen the changes through the years
Two strangers once now they are one
Together theyíve been through it all
Hand in hand theyíve opened lifeís doors

Laughing and enjoying same things
Iíve seen the changes through the years
Like seeds that mature and still bloom
Reaching their middle years with grace

A little greyer than their youth
A little slower getting up
Iíve seen the changes through the years
Time to relax now whats the rush

At times there is no need for words
Two people that donít have to speak
Content to fill their souls with love
Iíve seen the changes through the years

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Allura D

When the Rains Come

When the rains come I tilt my face,
Letting life soak me to the skin
With welcome to each drop that falls,
Sliding soft like tears to chin.

Regarding each as lifetimes spent.
When the rains come I tilt my face,
A mingling of joy and tears,
Of paths that led me to this place

Where sorrow hand in hand resides
With gladness as she bravely sings.
When the rains come I tilt my face
Toward each gift that living brings.

I will not turn away again
But meet each dawn with truth and grace,
Accepting all that life bestows.
When the rains come- I tilt my face.

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Jem Farmer

Crying Out In the Night

Those beads recalling all the things I dread
Old incantations from surrendered knees
Filling my mind with words I should not have read
And I cannot hear the whispering breeze

I look around me, no chance to escape,
Those beads recalling all the things I dread
And my soul lives again the endless rape
That tortured my heart from daybreak to bed.

I pray the thoughts would simply leave my head
And let me lead the life I now desire
Those beads recalling all the things I dread
Still burning inside me like hellís own fire

My Lady sees me crying out in the night
And led me to the world of ancient dead
I saw the Pagan ways of light ignite
Those beads recalling all the things I dread

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Radiant Ladies

Come dance in Springtideís earthy light
In gardens now a-washed with gold
They bid farewell to Winterís bite
Those radiant ladies I am told.

As life is found in ancient ways
Come dance in Springtideís earthy light
To welcome signs of warmer days
When length of day equals the night.

Balance in life is my sweet delight
When knelt in praise to holy queen
Come dance in Springtideís earthy light
She says to me in voice serene.

So drummer, give my feet a beat
May your rhythm still lead me right
To the place where the spirits meet
To dance in Springtideís earthy light.

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Sin of Science

The claim that science let the old gods die;
In our wisdom we needed them no more.
They did not speak like they did once before;
We had no time to pray or wonder why.

Our quest for power has brought global pain
The claim that science let the old gods die;
In plumes of smoke that bore the acid rain
We let our poisons destroy earth and sky.

In words of politics we heard Manís lie;
We took control of fate to sate our greed.
The claim that science let the old gods die;
We took and stole from those with greater need.

Mid crimes of hate we voice protest, at last;
And whispered truths have heard our sorrow cry,
As faith returns to see beyond and past
The claim that science let the old gods die.

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Slow Bits

Within the rushing world thatís lost to time,
The time to sit and wonder why birds sing,
Or read a book of prose or charming rhyme;
No time to whisper love or simply ring.

Why must our lives be such a saddened waste?
Within the rushing world thatís lost to time,
Our children grow and live in equal haste,
As we neíer stopped to hear their voices chime.

So take a breath, inhale the fragrant pine,
Before the world has gone and left you to rot!
Within the rushing world thatís lost to time,
We have become fools that should be forgot.

Permit your feet to walk a slower pace,
To feel the Earth beneath, it is no crime,
For life is ours to live, itís not a race,
Within the rushing world thatís lost to time.

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Two Sisters

To friends that dance in darkest night
They raise the power of witchesí spell
As voices chant in candle light
In ways of wise they know so well.

In harmony their music sings
To friends that dance in darkest night
Releasing love on angelsí wings
Two sisters sharing magic rite.

The Lady fair comes into sight
And claims the old ways survive
To friends that dance in darkest night
In arcane blue their workings strive.

Within the circle they are bound
Two sisters soon to take their flight
Across the sky the cosmic sound
To friends that dance in darkest night

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Jeff Feezle

Thus We Share

Inhabitant of my soul, thus we share
Where room is asked with ghostly stare
What breath is held, then taken away
Beguiled smiles make billowy brides

Hearing peaceful coo, within us resides
Inhabitant of my soul, thus we share
I consider myself: child; eyed innocent
soft glow of your letters: have mercy.

Amount of time, around us shorten
Build my love in Babylon spires
Inhabitant of my soul, thus we share
Hair of heather, hands bound together

Deep in the well of loveís lunacy
Weíll dry in fires of perpetual peace
Gently turns the leaves, rainbows rapture
Inhabitant of my soul, thus we share

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Kevin McKinney

A Cup 'O Kindness

Tonight, I only want to laugh;
In truth, it hurts too much to think;
I'm always sifting wheat from chaff
And drowning where I cannot drink.

As if I loved the whole wide world,
Tonight, I only want to laugh;
And leave this happy smile unfurled
To let it be my epitaph!

A future flag may fly half staff,
But I would put an end to fear;
Tonight, I only want to laugh
And wish the world, Happy New Year;

That peace and progress soon would reign,
And all good people feast and quaff
In earthly paradise again!
Tonight, I only want to laugh!

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Defining Moment

We must be, by definition
Of the journey, in the middle;
Determining our position
Makes for an interesting riddle.

To be in this vicinity,
We must be, by definition,
A measurable proximity
From the primary ignition.

Thus, by simple intuition,
Excusing my temerity,
We must be, by definition,
Half the way through eternity.

But judging how child-like we rage,
In the face of true cognition,
Though I doubt we're acting our age;
We must be, by definition.

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Limited Warranty

There being no manual for the heart,
How did you obtain skill enough
To join and tear mine fresh apart;
All without handling me too rough?

I am not made of hardened steel;
There being no manual for the heart,
The more you probe, the worse I feel,
The less remains here to impart.

That's life; impossible to chart
Such realms of possibility,
There being no manual for the heart.
With constant inconsistencies,

It makes no sense then, to pretend
To cure myself, nor to be smart
Enough to guess how things will end;
There being no manual for the heart.

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Mute Testimony

I can't say my heart is broken,
More aptly, it's rusted away;
From being left out in the open
In all your weather, night and day.

As it happened so discreetly,
I can't say my heart is broken;
It just came apart so neatly,
My endurance, but a token.

As drop by drop, rain fills oceans,
A process taking many years,
I can't say my heart is broken;
But quietly unnoticed, tears

Have cut a channel through the stone.
Still, as grief once left unspoken
Becomes exposed like fossile bone,
I can't say my heart is broken.

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Selective Service

Three steps up, bow to your lady,
Circle around her to your right,
Though she turns away your favors,
You do your best to stay in sight.

Zig to the left, bobbing your head;
Three steps up, bow to your lady;
Pretend to pick up crumbs of bread,
That way, she'll know you're not lazy.

Zag to the right, coo like crazy,
You'd surely win if you could sing;
Three steps up, bow to my lady,
Show her the three stripes on your wing.

Little grey corporal, try your dance
On her girlfriend; looks like maybe
You don't rate; guess she likes sergeants!
Three steps up, bow to your lady.

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Peggy Nelson

Blest

We shall see the future and become one Blest
Walk along path I shall hold your hand baby
When hunger strikes, we shall eat and rest
I shall hold you in my tender arms, alone we be

Soft whispers of our love to each other we speak
We shall see the future and become as one Blest
Each moment and movement of love we seek
We'll caress our souls with radiate loving zest

I shall sooth your beautiful skin with a soft crest
No lingering in gray clouds; your eyes will shine
We shall see the future and become one Blest
To touch your soul and fill you; you shall be mine

Caress me with scrumptious lips; Iím yours to expand
Tonight we found heavenly bliss, we professed
Tomorrow comes bringing us more to love and;
We shall see the future and become one Blest.



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From One Donk To Another



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OUCH! OH NO! NOT IAMBICS!

Because I admit I am dumb, thinking I could ever write Iambic
Iíll never find nor understand the meaning with this candle stick
Thatís dulling my vision to view online Iambics schooling tricks
The pleasing words full of drama I see at mere times when it flicks

Iím sure when writing I must have one Iambic in the line or is it
Because I admit I am dumb, thinking I could ever write Iambic
I find it very difficult to understand the process,; I am having a fit!
I find it very hard unscrambling the meaning and not easily to pick

Will we as writers of poetry ever understand just one Iambic
And what in the world is this meter feet, I only have two feet
Because I admit I am dumb, thinking I could ever write Iambic
So, Iíll walk to my pink kitchen and find goodies to drink and eat

Now that Iíve eaten, I have the force to break down and go to bed
From the thrill of being Stressed out to the limit of finding a Iambic
I Ďm pulling the hair out off my head so, I will take a nap instead
Because I admit I am dumb, thinking I could ever write Iambic



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Seeds

Stilled within thy soul, seeds to spread
Beige and brown to incite thy mind
Rare arrays light your flower bed
Oh! I shall have thee, you will find!

Thy growth in time, thine shall see all
Stilled within thy soul, seeds to spread
Often all seeds shall cover every wall
No longer be hateful nor lead

Cleansing soul placing hues of red,
Blue, green, pink, Orange and soft yellow
Stilled within thy soul, seeds to spread
And see love colors turn mellow

Thy love ripened from cropped fruits fed
to the loveliest one around
Youíll lift love powers to astound
Stilled within thy soul, seeds to spread



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Til The End Of Time

I have grown fonder of his image held within my mind
No other image has the power to touch nor steal
Each and every part of my inner soul as I unwind
He will shine brightly and attach peace at his will

His kindness entered and remains holding the key
I have grown fonder of his image held within my mind
He brought guidance whenever I could not see
I praise his glory which is slow at times to find

Enhanced by the powerful magic, each step is kind
His power be brought slow for thoughts to his friend,
I have grown fonder of his image held within my mind
I long to be by his side and hold him till the end

Someday I shall break though the burdens that hold,
My cravings still and fly away when nothingness I find
For now I will dream and caress the loving man so bold;
I have grown fonder of his image held within my mind



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Tears For Only You

For Many more nights to shed rain drops
Hopes and dreams of clustered gray clouds
My mind consistently fills up with you
And thoughts of losing another loved one

I can only release and wipe tears that flow
For Many more nights to shed rain drops
No matter how much I try to see the sunshine
More rain becomes a continuous drowning

I know of no one whom flowered me so kind
My heart was painted and raised to the sunshine
For Many more nights to shed rain drops
Spoiling the reality of love I once held for you

Many years have flown by like wild Red birds
Yet some how, some way, I see you gush forth
Leaving my heart swirling in the darkest black
For Many more nights to shed rain drops



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Ryter Roethicle

April in Melbourne

Standing in the shredded bark
Cast off by Gum trees in early autumn
As they prepare a new winters coat
Of dark grey, silver and brown.

The mornings now are cold
Standing in the shredded bark
The glare blinds and slows morning traffic
But by noon it will be warm enough

The morbid colours do not attest to death
Nor do they call for sleep
Standing in the shredded bark
Simply for a while they will be at peace

And their soon to be green leaves
Will welcome respite from drought
And the blazing, scorching sun
Still standing in the shredded bark.

Supplemento

And in the heat of day,
See a leaf as she plays in a thermal
Swirling with her sisters in a mad dance
Egged on by the music of birdsongs
As they pray to their God the sun,
But all too soon the shadows grow long
And the music ends and dancers sleep.



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Blessed Heaven

Blessed Heaven pour down your tears,
Youíve washed away past summers ash,
In gentle drops that will now soak in,
And bring nature back to life once more.

Grey clouds are welcome with their gifts,
Blessed Heaven pour down your tears,
Constance pray, with easy labour
Pick the spots where rare you called

Oh welcome with your blessíd relief,
Shimmering plants are glossed by thee.
Blessed Heaven pour down your tears,
And see all life here supping with glee.

The scorched earth once brown with thirst,
Parched and cracked at last feels relief,
All those savoury scents gather whilst
Blessed Heaven pour down your tears.

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Creatures of the night

Cry loudly now, creatures of the night
See leathered wings beat in the moonlight
The maidens open window comes in sight
Changing quietly he moves into her sight.

Hair askew in slumber on her bed she lies
Cry loudly now, creatures of the night
At first there is fear, then loves surprise
Her throat, her soul she offers, invites his bite

Bodies joined in passion their flesh ignite
With vows exchanged in hellish might
Cry loudly now, creatures of the night.
A Queen created of Darkness Flight

Together each night seeking a bloody prize
To feed their habit their perpetual rite
Eternal life, but death to see the sunrise.
Cry loudly now, creatures of the night.



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Dark Lord

The night of moonlight gathers us,
In the distance night creatures call,
And I smile in anticipation,
I am thirsty and the nights begun.

The howl you hear is not a wolf,
The night of moonlight gathers us,
Nor is that creature flying, a bat,
In your mind you already know that.

Open your window and let me in,
I can promise you eternal life,
The night of moonlight gathers us,
Come join me, be a Vampireís wife.

Your throat so soft and white and bare,
You offer me, I pierce with care,
I have become your incubus,
The night of moonlight gathers us.



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Finale in the Rain

On drizzling days in the forest of my mind
There is a power in grey, driving rain
Sometimes itís a power to overcome and
Sometimes it creates my most sombre moods

If only to cry like the sky, laden with tears
On drizzling days in the forest of my mind
Overcoming the large leafed trees of thought
That bow in deference to the purging water

Birds hunched and shivering on the branches
Sit mute, singing silenced, overcome
On drizzling days in the forest of my mind
Caused by a flood that created its own sound

Then gradually it eases and silence pervades
Save for the occasional dripping of ideas
That drips down on the cleansed sheet
On drizzling days in the forest of my mind



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Grunido Estacional (Seasonal Grumling)

Winter is coming to this island again
Even though the day is lovely and warm
The nights are longer and getting cold
I feel winter is just around the corner.

The glare in the mornís straight in the eyes
Winter is coming to this island again
The drive into work is straight at the sun
As is the drive home over the bridge.

The morning chill soon dissipates
And blue skies are forecast for a while
Winter is coming to this island again
You can feel the chill in the SW wind.

We complain about heat in summer
We canít complain of the drought this year
But soon weíll complain about the cold
Winter is coming to this island again.



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I Taste Your Essence

I taste your essence on my lips,
I sense you blowing on the wind,
I feel you still at my fingertips,
And see you smiling in my mind.

As heavenly dust of passion grips,
I taste your essence on my lips,
Your soul and body to unwind,
My will to lock and mind to bind.

Each night with dusk I feel a kind,
Of bond with you of honeyed sips.
I taste your essence on my lips,
And feel our very souls combine.

My lips your body too explore,
Closer now to Heavens door,
As unrestrained, passion grips,
I taste your essence on my lips.



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Jealous for a while

The morning wind blows across your face
Itís Natureís kiss and one I long to copy
I love the thought of my lips travelling,
Feeling the soft redness surrender to mine.

I envy and am jealous of that blessed wind
The morning wind blows across your face.
Should I be jealous that the wind is blessed
Or be proud knowing that you are mine?

It is neither as nature is our mother,
She is as such allowed to caress her child.
The morning wind blows across your face
And you feel the love she bestows on you.

Your eyes light, knowing youíre loved so well
Your smile lights up the already happy day.
I bless the wind and nature for her gifts, as
The morning wind blows across your face.



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Journey on a Different Path

Enjoy the mystery that the moon inspires,
And walk down paths you have never trod
Perhaps this will lead you to a path
Where experience will not help you

Then you must take your heart in your hand
Enjoy the mystery that the moon inspires,
And surrender it and risk breaking it
Too the complete stranger you see before you.

Who is your guide along this strange path?
Experience says, "Ignore this stranger".
Enjoy the mystery that the moon inspires,
Donít take the familiar path and walk alone.

That guide could be your soul partner,
And even if you break your heart again
You have walked a different path.
Enjoy the mystery that the moon inspires.



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No Yes in Yesterday

There is no yes in yesterday
Some beliefs may last forever
There are those you solemnly swear
And others are so easy to betray.

Iíve been around and done a lot
There is no yes in yesterday.
Iím thankful now for all Iíve got
Not regretting the bill I had to pay.

Some memories are not reality
Your mind creates what it wants to be
There is no yes in yesterday.
And donít worry its best that way.

What of the future what of dreams?
Dreams we should not be without
And hopes that we can build on
There is no yes in yesterday.



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The Waratah

The Waratah waves at the midday sun,
Whilst our day at work is well begun.
See a sea of red on sandy soil,
And like the Lily she does not toil.

As fresh life oíer mountains starts to run,
The Waratah waves at the midday sun.
Nectar seeking birds in early spring,
Cause seeds to spread on wooden wing.

Beauteous seas from the Darling mouth,
Reach down to Conjola in the south.
The Waratah waves at the midday sun.
Born of flame when bushfires are done,

New South Wales art forms reveal,
This wondrous flower on their seal.
Revelling as being the chosen one,
The Waratah waves at the midday sun.



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X Morning

Are you a long past memory of my life,
Portraying life as what used to be,
Or a fantasy of what I want to see
And very much different from reality?

Each morning do we really waken
Are you a long past memory of my life?
If you are, is it reality, the truth,
Or, do we sleep and dream our lives?

Are some pleasant moments denied
Portraying life as what used to be?
Are you a long past memory of my life
Or a fantasy of what I want to see?

Each morning do I wake to life
Seeing you there as in my dreams?
Ready once again to share our days
Are you a long past memory of my life?

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Nia Wynne

Facade, Falcade and Frescade

This mask we all wear about town
Is the fascade of a cultures
Religion, politics and pomp,
So many people are urbane.

Urbanity becomes the cross,
This mask we all wear about town
Sottishly walking through our lives
Though lives of others be boorish.

The boors are treated like low sops
Whose soppishness becomes the norm,
This mask we all wear about town
Is the falcade of high horses.

Let horses go for a frescade
In the shade of true normalcy
While the plain folks try to take up
This mask we all wear about town.

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Seasons of Rebirth

For a season of rebirthing
The earthling commandeers all climes
Harvests out of time without care
Claiming science knows all that 's best.

Yet for the rest of these natives
For a season of rebirthing
There is still pristine forests green
An Eden dream untouched by men.

When it comes to love there's no time
Only seasons of bundling
For this season of rebirthing
Bonding two souls, making one.

So let the lovers go and dream
Of Eden greens consecration
Forever to be fully whole
For a season of rebirthing.

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Winter Queen

Winters Queen is Mab, so they say,
A cat eyed Fae totally white
Resplendent in her crystaline gown
Highly renowned for beauty.

Finger tips that do scintillate
Winters Queen is Mab, so they say
Blue green shimminering with a spate
Emmanating from each her hands.

Like her breath when the winds spin gales
Her feline voice cries out wiht wails,
Wintere Queen is Mab, so they say
She sob's with snowflakes as her tears.

. And then when Summers Queen comes by
To say hello with warmth of sun,
Frosty icicles weep from loss
Winters Queen is Mab, so they say.

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Your Form

There was this form shadowing me
It studied my lines to make shapes,
First the outline then the insides
Truely, it looked like I did.

Round here, straight there, square somewhere else
There was this form shadowing me,
At first it drew shapely curves for
Which my eyes could feast, thereby know

It wasn't really me, just forms
That took the place of all that's real,
There was this form that shadowed me
Followed every move, missing none.

So he seems to have grasped it all
My shape and movements on the wall.
On the floor it laid my soul bare,
This was your form that shadowed me.



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