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2011 Poetry Form Challenge

#08 Ballade



The Ballade as its name suggests is a French form and along with the Rondeau was one of the first forms to be standardised in the 14th cetury. Written in syllabic prosody of any one line length, the original French forms were octosyllabic, but now decasyllable is more common, and iambic tetrameter etc; are just as acceptable.

The construction is 28 lines which are divided into three octave stanzas and a four line envoi.
The rhyme and pattern do not change. It turns around on only three rhymes.and as is common with most French forms, the last line of each stanza is a refrain. The Ballade has a rhyme pattern of: a, b, a, b, b, c, b, C and the envoy b, c, b, C.

See below where Leny Roovers gives a lovely example of this form.

Carving

Your words carve nightmares in my skin, they bleed-
obscure the lines that burn and scourge within,
as deep into my flesh the etching feeds
in layers only I knew to be thin.
Is witnessing a branding also sin?
I feel the tissues sizzle and contract,
the bluntness of the knife is sinking in-
as violated nerve-ends now retract.

You cut with great precision at the weeds
your eyes detected underneath my skin;
I bowed my head in silence and agreed,
endured your efforts, keeping up my chin.
But now I'm tired, hurting, in a spin;
beside deep-rooted weeds I lost- I cracked
on seeing on your face an old chagrin,
as violated nerve-ends now retract.

The hand that wields the knife will not recede,
though hesitation finally begins
to waver and confuse in loss of speed;
the silence that enfolds- a roaring din.
Our faces slowly lose the deadly grin,
essential parts that kept me whole, intact,
regenerated by adrenalin-
as violated nerve-ends now retract.

We'll throw the offal left into the bin
and start to build anew; we'll re-enact,
retrace our steps, determined we will win,
as violated nerve-ends now retract.

Leny Roovers


Envelope Ballade

The Envelope Ballade is just as interesting a form as the basic Ballade, however, the Refrain begins and ends each stanza. The construction is similar with the rhyme pattern changing to: A, b, a, b, c, a, c A, and the envoy c, a, c A,

Here is an example of this form.

Essence

To taste your essence on my lips
I sense your spirit in the wind
I feel you still at my fingertips
And see you smiling in my mind.
Your trembles to my touch says so
Sensing strongly how your heart skips
Passioned clutch forbids me go
To taste your essence on my lips

To taste your essence on my lips
Each night with dusk I feel a kind
Of bond with you of honeyed sips
To all else I am truly blind
Unseeing yet all of you I know
I am the bee and honey drips
So sweet a special nest doth grow
To taste your essence on my lips

To taste your essence on my lips
My soul and body to unwind
And free all feeling of loving nips
My will to lock and mind to bind
Yet such passioned feelings grow
A love drug giving me such trips
But after leaving me aglow
To taste your essence on my lips

Where are you from I do not know
The heavenly dust of passion grips
The white hot heat of Heavens snow
To taste your essence on my lips

Ryter Roethicle



Ballade Challenge Replies

Divena Collins

Alice In Toadstool Land
Elements Of Nature
I Know Not
Middle Earth
Old English Village
Sleepy Hollow
Spiritual Love

Maryse Achong

Escape from La Diablesse
Local Characters
Perfect Friend
Perfect Vision

Sal Coraccio

William, and the Dragon

Lorraine Dafney

Amore

Jem Farmer

Old Glassy Smears

Peggy Nelson

Flower Messages
Imperfections
Loving Energy
Proclaiming
Your Imperfections

Ryter Roethicle

Dignity
Flight, Gods Gift
Gippsland Floods
Il percorso sotto le stelle
Loss of a Mate
Part Moon
Somewhere in Time III
Touch Me There
Under Attack
Verfallsdatum
Vouchsafe Thy Dreams
Xenobiotic

Dana Rowe

Old Glassy Smears

Leny Roovers

Climbing
Love Affair
Reflections II
Shivers on my Skin
Stings
There was a time
Vouchsafe Thy Dreams
Wimbledon 2007

Carly Svamvour

Sidereal Snowfall
Sunnyside

Nia Wynne

For Apples Sake
Restless Thoughts



Divena Collins

Alice In Toadstool Land

Why do you sit on thy toadstool there
Smoking thy pipe of illusioned weed
Within your trance only you can share
To take you away in a dream you need
Is it your troubles within that you feed
So much so that it makes you forget
The present life he had failed indeed
His actions he was never to regret.

Why do you say that you cannot bear
This loathesome existance you lead
If you come along to the land full of care
You shall see you have done a misdeed
For theres more to your life than weed
When life is still good it is not over yet
And has not yet reverted to excede
His actions he was never to regret.

You say you do not belong anywhere
There is nothing on earth to proceed
But there is plenty of loving to share
Then you too shall forever succeed
For survival you shall do a great deed
In the making of a most perfect duet
Yielding such perfect loving to breed
His actions he was never to regret.

His life once again was so grand indeed
For never again had he needed to fret
Gave up the weed which he now agreed
His actions he was never to regret.

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Imperfections - Envelope Ballade

Ah! Today is splendid chose to be imperfect
Believing in self I can and I will do that
I can leap into the greatest imperfections I elect
Bounce off the walls, land into immortal combat
Yep, the thought of being famous comes tomorrow
I will follow the steps of A rich and famous subject
At the end of the day Iíll be proud four what I show
Ah! Today is splendid chose to be imperfect

Ah! Today is splendid chose to be imperfect
Outside winds stirred hair, look like a ding bat
Flirted with water men fixiní bursting pipes wrecked
Watched gray clouds cover mountains with smoggy fat
Brought in camp potty chair found it to be way too low
For computer; so donít have to leave; what the heck
Opened canned soup, drunk it not heated; no time! to slow!
Ah! Today is splendid chose to be imperfect

Ah! Today is splendid chose to be imperfect
played games online, no time to run to toilet where I sat
ícause I was winning for the first time in years, not imperfect!
But, what the heck, canít be imperfect all time, face the fact!
Stood up, knocked potty over on to floor and my big toe
No time to clean up crap nor piss, to busy writing ; scat rat!
Itís starting to really stink in here from the spill, ah! So!
Ah! Today is splendid chose to be imperfect

The mortal to this screwy write; donít be to lazy to blow,
Your nose on a tissue instead of blowing it into potty; at
Least you wonít sit on the snot, well time I clean big toe
Ah! Today is splendid chose to be imperfect.

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Elements Of Nature.--- Envelope Ballade

There shalt be earth water wind and fire
Upon this planet where humans shall live
Where natural elements shalt transpire
From the creator whose gifts shalt give;
Man shalt nurture and work on this land
Providing substainance they then require
Along side nature with strength of hand
There shalt be earth water wind and fire.

There shalt be earth water wind and fire
Nothing on this earth shalt they deprive
For laws of nature are all they require
Understanding rules bound to survive;
There shalt be no greed or no demand
No ill feelings nor threats to conspire
Nature provides all the help she can
There shalt be earth water wind and fire.

There shalt be earth water wind and fire
All that is needed for earthings to thrive
And all shalt dwell with love and desire
For the seeds of life shalt soon revive;
And new borne shalt then be spawned
Yet again humanity once more shalt sire
For thus mother of nature had planned
There shalt be earth water wind and fire.

A new morning shalt then be dawned
Along with the elements they require
For all the nutrients here and beyond
There shalt be earth water wind and fire.



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I Know Not -- Envelope Ballad

I know not where this road shall end
Yet to end I think not why it must
For once you were my only friend
Until friendship had turned to lust;
It was then that our feelings grew
When love was on an upward trend
Within both eyes shone I and you
I know not where this road shall end.

I know not where this road shall end
To end would be extemely unjust
Our love is dear one cant pretend
With a blessing to share and trust;
Wonders of love longingly shared
To share to cherish and defend
Feelings that both of us have fared
I know not where this road shall end.

I know not where this road shall end
It would now be hard to re-adjust
Within this love we both depend
Upon each other for love we must;
Your gentle touch and loving kiss
Towards passionate hearts extend
All this alone I know we would miss
I know not where this road shall end.

Dreams like this we cannot dismiss
For nearness thus we comprehend
Just being together is utter bliss
I know not where this road shall end.



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Middle Earth --- Spanish Ballade

Lost in this fantasy of middle Earth
Where Cloven hooved goblins roam
Further beneath from the upper berth
Stands a hovel they call their home;
Magical creatures of unknown breeds
Appear from stone boulders inside
A harp playing bard takes the lead
Towards realms of the great divide.

Hobgoblins dance to this magic harp
And follow the bard towards the nook
Where crystal icycles cold and sharp
Drip a gentle tear towards the brook;
Mystical rainbow`s through the sun
Where butterflies flutter far and wide
For now their flight has just begun
Towards realms of the great divide.

Mythical Unicorns of past folk lore
Enhances dreams,for maidens fair
Mermaids following to swim ashore
For such is the fantasy they share;
They emerge from out of the reeds
Yielding towards fantasies derived
To find the bard who took the lead
Towards realms of the great divide.

Unto the realms where emotions feed
Upon the musical notations he revived
Come follow the bard who took the lead
Towards realms of the geat divide.



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Old English Village

That olde cart path still winds the way
Thro`many of thy quaint olde roads
An ancient church still stands today
Amidst those thatch roof top abodes
The village stream flows gently on
Where little children oftimes play
There just beyond their village lawn
That olde cart path still winds the way.

That olde cart path still winds the way
Towards ye olde convenient store
Where country wares are on display
Amidst sawdust strewn upon a floor
Of milk, eggs, and tiny pigs trotters
Butter, cheeses fresh made that day
Fruit and veg and new dug pertaters
That olde cart path still winds the way.

That olde cart path still winds the way
Onwards to the olde travellers inn
Where many thirsty travellers stay
Many a lad drunk his first there in
An ancient horse trough still remains
Along side some larger bales of hay
To nurture the horses and sustain
That olde cart path still winds the way.

This village forever remains the same
Tho` time shall mellow come what may
Youthful villagers once more reclaim
That olde cart path still winds the way.



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Sleepy Hollow --- Ballad Variant

Green is the ring where faeries dance
Today`s just the same as tomorrow
Birds in treetops downward glance
The cuckoo, wren, and the swallow;
Comfrey caterpillar cocks his head
But finds its a hard dance to follow
So he concertinas back to his bed
Through the glade to Sleepy Hollow.

A sleepy owl complains in the tree
Why ever do they cause me sorrow
I sleep by day am so tired you see
For tonight shall be my tomorrow;
In the morning sun they flew away
The Cuckoo,wren, and the swallow
A perfect place for their eggs to lay
Through the glade to Sleepy Hollow.

Gold were the fields of harvest corn
Now the earth had been left to fallow
A tiny field mouse had just been born
On a cradle of fern and marshmallow
The stars shone bright upon this eve
And the moon was the palest yellow
While a silhouette of bats did weave
Through the glade to Sleepy hollow.

Not A sound did the wild life breathe
Nor the call of the bovines bellow
All was silent within green sheaves
Through the glade to Sleepy Hollow



Picture From Beatrice Potter -----

Spiritual Love

Right there beneath the willows shroud
Where the shaded air might cooler be
I rest my weary head from the crowd
`Tis there I cherish my love for thee;
Thro` leaves thy spirits cannot sever
Within this love I doth thee enshroud
This blessing shalt be with us forever
Right there beneath the willows shroud.

Right there beneath the willows shroud
Where spirits of love reign wild and free
This love we have we both then vowed
We would love each other both tenderly;
We had but the brightest stars up above
No longer were our heads in the clouds
Knowing we were both so much in love
Right there beneath the willows shroud.

Right there beneath the willows shroud
Our love was right there under the tree
This fantasy of passion well endowed
When love flourished for thee and me;
After a time these passions then grew
For dreams of love were so allowed
Both now sharing the same point of view
Right here beneath the willows shroud.

Some day in time dreams do come true
And when they do I shalt remain proud
When I dream the man I loved was you
Right here beneath the willows shroud.



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Maryse Achong

Escape from La Diablesse

He was known as the village Romeo
Flirting with every female that he met
The ladies still it seemed could not say no
Surrounding him at every dance and fete,
They just could not resist his charm, they let
Him have his way with them - oh happy days!
Though he swore heíd always be in their debt;
The time had come for him to change his ways.

And then one night after a late, late show,
He was walking back to his home, upset
There was no damsel on his arm, when lo!
He spied a female form ahead; he bet
Himself that she was lost; perhaps heíd Ďget
Luckyí still he wagered, (to use a phrase),
Though it seemed he would have a good time yet;
The time had come for him to change his ways.

He approached her quickly and in sotto
Voce he greeted her, started a tÍte-
ŗ-tÍte: and soon he was prepared to go
With her, until he lit a cigarette.
What he saw made him break out in a sweat-
Her yes like burning coals were now ablaze,
He felt that he was under serious threat.
The time had come for him to change his ways.

It seemed heíd become trapped in his own net
Almost captured by La Diablesseís gaze
He broke into a run, now soaking wet
The time had come for him to change his ways.



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Local Characters

Papa Bois is father of the forest,
Caretaker of the animals and trees
Be careful of how you behave there lest
You incur his wrath, for that is when heís
A fearsome foe, and not one to displease.
A half man and half beast he is well known
To all the people of the West Indies:
These legendary tales are all home grown.



The Soucouyantís an uninvited guest,
An evil crone who sheds her skin with ease,
And like a ball of fire starts her quest
For human blood; and neither locks nor keys
Can stop her, and nothing else will appease
Her. She cuts through the sky when light has flown,
And sucks her fill of blood, with expertise.
These legendary tales are all home grown.



The Douens are little spirits who werenít blessed,
Sometimes you hear their voices as they tease,
Calling to others, little souls possessed;
But warn your children to ignore their pleas.
Far better stay inside for they will seize
Them; small blank faces that whimper and moan
Little back to front feet and knobbly knees.
These legendary tales are all home grown.

Like pollen that is carried on a breeze,
These narratives like seeds have been well sown,
Theyíve travelled over land and over seas,
These legendary tales are all home grown.



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Perfect Friend

Heís there His hand outstretched calling to you;
The answers which we seek all lie in Him,
He offers peace of mind, a love thatís true;
Although He may not grant our every whim,
He listens to us when we call His name,
And even when we ignore Him and do
Things as we want, which fail, He gets the blame.
Heís there His hand outstretched calling to you

Heís there His hand outstretched calling to you,
Our guiding Light when all the world seems dim,
And though we seldom give Him His just due
Heís the One who fills our cup to the brim;
We drink our fill, dismiss Him to our shame;
And His demands on us are really few,
He loves us and asks that we do the same.
Heís there His hand outstretched calling to you

Heís there His hand outstretched calling to you
When laughterís fled and the future looks grim,
When we imagine that our life is through,
And that our only option, sink or swim
Is to find Him, to try and keep the flame
Of love alive in us as we subdue
Harsh feelings that may want to stake their claim.
Heís there His hand outstretched calling to you

No fickle friend is He, no passing game,
Heís The Friend amongst all friends in my view;
Our happiness His main focus, His aim
Heís there His hand outstretched calling to you.

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Perfect Vision

We live and learn I know that refrain well,
And every day presents facts that are new,
That bring a smile or sound a warning bell
Or lift a veil from eyes so we see through
The outer skin of those we thought we knew;
That may or may not be a pretty sight,
But knowledge lends us power to accrue
The wisdom to make choices that are right.

We are never too old to learn they tell
Us: we always have the chance to review
Our opinions, and perhaps to dispel
Doubts, or on the other hand, bid adieu
To things and situations which imbue
Our lives with sadness; then to our delight
Weíll gain, if we to our own selves are true,
The wisdom to make choices that are right.

Perhaps we are at time too prone to dwell
On painful events caused by people who
Like books we judged by their cover, their shell,
And thatís a really silly thing to do;
So easy to be wrong, to misconstrue
Their actions; for that can put us in quite
An awful place and hard pressed to pursue
The wisdom to make choices that are right.

Sometimes we wonder what all the ado
Was about, when at last the long-sought light
Is visible and we can tap into
The wisdom to make choices that are right.

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Sal Coraccio

William, and the Dragon

It was the latter part of fall,
the sky like slate grew cold with mist,
and though it promised us a squall
with growing winds that doth persist
to make the tavern's signpost twist,
we kept our tankards filled with rum
and sang of friends and maidens kissed,
the day the dragon ate William.

It started, as I do recall,
as William slammed his meaty fist
and took to wave it at us all
on muscled arms and heavy wrist;
was someone worthy in our midst,
who would, on challenge, with him come -
he was so obviously pissed,
the day the dragon ate William.

Yet none among us took the call,
we having known or having guessed,
that it involved the grisly wall
and nearby cave of late possessed,
and though we made a harsh protest,
he gave our noses all the thumb
and stormed right out without assist,
the day the dragon ate William.

We should have tried but he'd insist -
who'd have thunk the boast would kill him;
we sang him drunk on his great quest,
the day the dragon ate William.

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Lorraine Dafney

Amore

I want you to know I love you
For you are everything to me
But that my dear, you always knew
And that you shall remain to be
My one and only happiness
You lift my spirits when I'm blue
You share your love with openess
I want you to know I love you

I want you to know I love you
I want you to know I'm happy
I want you to know my love is true
This love beyond eternity
You make simplicity joyous
There is nothing I wouldn't do
Your love is always generous
I want you to know I love you

I want you to know I love you
And that is a life guarantee
To share with you each sunsets view
We are so blessed, I must confess
Silence becomes music for two
Let us listen to the vastness
I want you to know I love you

We shall always have this closeness
This and much more I believe to
Be our try at love endless
I want you to know I love you

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Jem Farmer

Old Glassy Smears

I thought I saw the sun peer through a cloud
A warming breath to say goodbye to tears
I could again stand tall and say Iím proud
To close history on all of my fears
But rays of light are just old glassy smears
And words mean nothing; they leave you alone
With solitudeís pain and now nothing cheers
As memíries turn a heart of love to stone

My eyes never shall see that pretty face
That one brief glimpse to set the world alight
For beautyís smile that radiates with grace
Cannot be mine; I return to the night
I shall not taste her lips honeyed delight
For such a pleasure Iím not worthy to own
I have no will to stand against this plight
As memíries turn a heart of love to stone

Rekindling dreams of a different kind
In the distance there burns an older flame
But love I will no longer seek to find
So I can never dare call out her name
My heart, too wild, they have failed to tame
Too many times, Iíve heard ĎI love youí drone
Those empty words but pain hurts all the same
As memíries turn a heart of love to stone

No longer shall I yearn for passionís kiss
Or yield to wantings of the pleasure zone
In darkness lies no joy or loving bliss
As memíries turn a heart of love to stone

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Peggy Nelson

Flower Messages

She was a beautiful pink Acacia,
elegant a lady sheís known to be
She holds a handsome yellow Acacia,
not telling other flowers secrets of he
She is known to be his finest collection
He nor she so well known not to betray
Flowers watched her sway in his direction
She was a beautiful pink Acacia

She was a beautiful pink Acacia
From time to time hopeless fear she be
A gift of light showers she blooms array
Giving her hope to living life carefree
Thoughts were of painful recollections
Scattered Ďround and tossed her agony
now living with her firm appreciation
She was a beautiful pink Acacia

She was a beautiful pink Acacia
Today sheís withering no elegance she be
She shakes at thoughts; she bends to pray
Gathered in fields with friends and family
Speculating humans pick her for their collection
Dropping pink leaves behind as sheís now fray
Saying good-bye to lover whom has no erection
She was a beautiful pink Acacia

Held tenderly in hands for their collection
She counts time by fallen pink leaves today
Thrown in trash can darkened and no reaction
She was a beautiful pink Acacia



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Loving Energy

With lasting impulse and full of energy
Making rhythm as Ken blazes each road
Letting peaceful loving words run free
Some be held back, to much fondness told
Yet, positive words, Kenís out of the norm
Courageous convictions of words plea
Will he succeed, when time to perform?
With lasting impulse and full of energy

With lasting impulse and full of energy
Seeing wiser things in life, Peg takes hold
Sharing enthusiastic passions graciously
Peg is arousing and beautiful as pure gold
A lover or friend Pegís marvelously warm
Her perceptions are worthy and bubbly
And just like some, sensitivity storms
With lasting impulse and full of energy

With lasting impulses and full of energy
Romantic passions flame on this new road
Ken leads Peg to her fondest tender spree
Pegsí sensitivity guilds with Kensí hold
Their friendship thus has transformed
Waves soothing their hearts run freely
A gentleman and a lady now conform
With lasting impulse and full of energy

Their love brings them a magnificent swarm
Combining their sexual waves misting highly
Lovers virtues released in a loving form
With lasting impulse and full of energy.



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Proclaiming

Awaken aside a strangers flame
At last determination yesterday,
Played musically against Jakeís tame
Caring and suitable legacy way
Spreading, awakening pages wasted away
Jake has replaced fractured praising
Implanted and scattered shame display
Proclaiming clearly dreams alive and blazing

Elapsing away false invaders staking claim
Regaining faith and admiring Jake today
Waiting patiently amused at Jakes" game
Peace at places align a hearts bouquet
Reality attracts, idealizing Jakes' human ray
Passionate day radiates making valuable swaying
Today relaxing, laughing at phrases stated today
Proclaiming clearly dreams alive and blazing

Day fades parting accepted and Jake parts inflame
Volcanic war places Captain Jake at another day
Amongst Realities war around harsh disclaim
Leaving Jakes treasures guarded again and at bay
Saying prays family saddened at Jakes' task allay
Wanting Jake around canít erase claimers phrasing
Jake parts and apprehends affections displayed today
Proclaiming clearly dreams alive and blazing

Understanding Arlina Jakes female passion may;
Amaze family announcing date creations arriving
Replacing dead Jake and raise Jacks heart; Jakes way
Proclaiming clearly dreams alive and blazing

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Your Imperfections Make You Beautiful

Ah! Todaze splendid chose two bee enpurfact
Beleaving inn self eye can and I will do that
Eye can leapa intwo dah gratist imperfections I elect
Bounce off tha walls, land intoo emmortal calmbat
Yep, tha thought of beeing famus cumes twomorrow
I will fallow theee staps of A rich and famus subject
At tha end of thee day Ill be prod four waat I show
Ah! Todaze splendid chose two bee enpurfact

Ah! Todaze splendid chose two bee enpurfact
Outside winds stired hair, now it fits in like a ding bat
Flirted with waatear men fixiní bursted pipz wrecked
Waached grray clouds caver the moontins wit smoggy faat
Barot in campin potty chair found it to bee way too low
For the computer; so donít have ta leave; what the heck
Opened can dah soup, drunk it witout hetinĎ no time! to slow!
Ah! Todaze splendid chose two bee enpurfact

Ah! Todaze splendid chose two bee enpurfact
Had to play games online, know timm too rite az I saat
ícause I waz winding fore tha eirst thyme inn Ďears, not imperfect!
Butt, what tha heck, canít be imperfect all tha timm, face tha fact!
Stood up, nocked potty chair over on two floor and big toe
No time to clean up thee crap nor pizz, to bisee ritin ; scat rat!
Itís startiní to really stink in here from the spill, ah! Sew!
Ah! Todaze splendid chose two bee enpurfact

The mortal to this screwee write; donít bee to lazy to blow,
Your nose on a tissue instead of blowin it into potty; at
Least you wonít sit on the snot, welp time I clean my big tow
Ah! Todaze splendid chose two bee imperfect

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Ryter Roethicle

Dignity (With Supplemento)

So much to do so much to share
True loves helps in time of pain
With each love a life of care
Helping each other to sustain
Love as much as you would deign
We lie on the bed together
Our love our life forged a chain
No one will separate us ever.

No longer knowing I am there
Constantly hearing "whatís your name?"
These last months have seen so much wear
We have loved and will again.
Your mind died before the frame
At least in death weíll be together
Our love will not have been in vain
No one will separate us ever.

Stroke my face in mindless care
A reflex from a half dead brain
I wish, but there is nothing there
No conversation, just refrain.
No tears left and no shirt to stain
I know now love is forever
What we have lost we will regain
No one will separate us ever.

Life in your eyes begins to wain
Our ties with life we now sever.
Sleep my love dream of Cockaigne
No one will separate us ever.

Pills we took soon closed your eyes
Our breathing slows, no more sighs
Feel what Iíve done is for the best
And you fall asleep against my chest

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Flight, Gods Gift

God gave Angels and birds the gift of flight
Leaving man to stomp and root around.
To many creatures he gave this right
Yet we evolved and still stayed downed.
Identifying them all by call, by sound
I look each day and watch the avians play
These calls tell me how their life abounds
Scornful of us mortals held to this clay.

As the evening falls listen to their calls
And bragging of the adventures found.
Of sink and holes and huge thermals,
With balanced wings they flew around.
Flying below clouds that now abound
Then a final descent into the closing day
For a while to rest close to the ground
Scornful of us mortals held to this clay

As the evening arrives the bats come alive,
You hear them call out their unique sound.
Blind they are, yet they feed and survive
And in nights darkness they fly around.
Aids flight for which they are renowned.
Whilst mortals sleep, they go their sonic-way
With mornís creep they to, return to the ground,
Scornful of us mortals held to this clay

Many creatures that belong to the ground
Have learned to fly by some other way.
But only an Avian deserves to be crowned
Scornful of us mortals held to this clay



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Gippsland Floods

The hard beating rain came with the wind,
Roaring and slashing through the trees
And the winter scene was harshly skinned
As if to bring arboreal life to its knees
And its death was all that would please
Nature in what was thought her rage.
Instead she had listened to our pleas
Be careful what you wish for in this age.

The oaks and pines, knowing their place,
Had bowed down to her as she passed,
Those that had ignored had been erased
The wise have survived her mighty blast.
The storm has eased and is now the past
Now is the time to start with a clean page
Will man take advantage of his wish at last?
Be careful what you wish for in this age.

A once parched land has broke itís drought
With dried up beds now oírflown banks
And flooded plains from east winds route
But the filling dams we must give thanks
Streets awash now show a river scene
Rubber life-boats are now all the rage
Thereís a gap where the bridge had been
Be careful what you wish for in this age.

El Ninoís gone and La Ninaís in her place
There is now a reading in rainís gauge
How long I wonder will we see this face
Be careful what you wish for in this age.

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Il percorso sotto le stelle

When there is nothing above us but stars
Below us is the path we choose to walk
Let me walk with you and it will be ours
Do not rush your thoughts, let us just talk.
If perhaps in time we should choose to kiss
And linger in some spot for untold hours
For what is love but time spent just in bliss
When there is nothing above us but stars

When there is nothing above us but stars
Then heaven is open for us to touch
What are clouds but blankets, never bars
So that each time we reach out to clutch
They will have warmed each of our dreams
We will watch as the icy mist disappears
In the freshness of morn plan our schemes
When there is nothing above us but stars

When there is nothing above us but stars
The moon lights up our path along our way
Must we treat the shadows like our fears
That in time might just betray?
Consider them once part of something whole
Now ethereal gifts from light years afar
Time has blessed us and took away control
When there is nothing above us but stars.

Time canít be controlled in spite of power
The path we take is carved by lifeís scars
Ignore them love, letís find a fragrant bower
When there is nothing above us but stars.



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Loss of a Mate

Why is it only with death we realise,
That itís too late, weíve lost a friend?
Why is it only when someone dies,
Why must there have to be an end?
The more you have, the more you spend.
And the worse that is for your health,
You should never wait until the end.
Friendship is still the greatest wealth,

All things have not been said have they?
Say it now, drop your pride and bend,
Before itís too late, say it all today,
Why must you wait until the end?
Love is riches you cannot spend,
For in spending, can you not lose all?
Forget pride, and let friendship mend,
Friendship is still the greatest wealth.

I wish Iíd spoken instead of just hotmail
I wish I could have been a better friend.
We had moved miles apart, and thereís a tale
And now thereís a funeral I cannot attend
But we spoke so thereís nothing to mend.
So take care mate and save a beer for me
I know that still on you I can depend,
Friendship is still the greatest wealth.

Declare your love or regret forever
There is no pride when love is gone
For the dead possess nothing ever
Friendship is still the greatest wealth.
RIP A.G. 9 Sept 1941 - 8 April 2011

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Part Moon

Only part a moon rises in the sky
Still it lightens the Jacaranda leaves
The darkness is no longer an ally
In removing the thoughts my mind perceives
I know the truth is what my heart believes
That chill half-hearted light now brings remorse
And welcomes now the more delightful eves
Into a soul more wanting to stay its course.

New moon tonight has ridden up on high
It's brightened rays send forth silver sheaves
And make the shadowy side ignore the lie
Until dawn turns blue, finally darkness leaves
To disappear until night again achieves
And creates a memory of this growing force
Created by two lovers who conceive
Into a soul more wanting to stay its course.

But now old moon that is drawn so fine
Your sleepless face can barely bless the wreaths
On the ground with one grey kiss as you die
Put sharpened blades of light into their sheaths
In a night of darkness sanity grieves
But a love once held strong needs no recourse
Knowing now that darkness helps lovers weave
Into a soul more wanting to stay its course.

Unseen in darkness your lover receives
Your words a gentle murmur to endorse
Knowing that eternity is all and recedes
Into a soul that thought to stay its course.



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Somewhere In Time III

When there is nothing above us but stars
Below us is the path we choose to walk
Let me walk with you and it will be ours
Do not rush your thoughts, let us just talk.
If perhaps in time we should choose to kiss
And linger in some spot for untold hours
For what is love but time spent just in bliss
When there is nothing above us but stars

When there is nothing above us but stars
Then heaven is open for us to touch
What are clouds but blankets, never bars
So that each time we reach out to clutch
They will have warmed each of our dreams
We will watch as the icy mist disappears
In the freshness of morn plan our schemes
When there is nothing above us but stars

When there is nothing above us but stars
The moon lights up our path along our way
Must we treat the shadows like our fears
That in time might just betray?
Consider them once part of something whole
Now ethereal gifts from light years afar
Time has blessed us and took away control
When there is nothing above us but stars.

Time canít be controlled in spite of power
The path we take is carved by lifeís scars
Ignore them love, letís find a fragrant bower
When there is nothing above us but stars.



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Touch me there - Canzone Ballade

Touch me there softly
Let your eyes be my guide
Come closer to me slowly
Even nearer to my side.
The moon smiles as we do so
See her smile and eyes open wide
As you touch me there softly
And my eyes are your guide.

Touch me there softly
Let your eyes be my guide
As I hold you so closely
Your heart opens wide.
Love has joined us so easily
And our souls together abide
As you touch me there softly
And my eyes are your guide.

Touch me there softly
As my will slowly subsides
Our lips kiss so tenderly
Then later passions applied
It all becomes so Heavenly
Now that loveís been applied
As you touch me there softly
And my eyes are your guide.

For a while weíre heaven
Where as lovers weíll abide
As you touch me there softly
And my eyes are your guide.



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Under Attack

As I sit here quietly in my garden
Typing out my poem as images come to mind,
I see the leaves shiver from a wind hidden.
Looking harder no source at all can I find
Looking up I see the clouds moving closer
Their bottoms low and black and sullen;
An army of storm clouds in a warlike square
As I sit here quietly in my garden.

As I sit here quietly in my garden
The first flash I see and I become resigned.
The cold or the rain donít worry me in my den
This hideaway has been thoughtfully designed.
I put my computer in its bag under the chair
I can still write with my special pad n pen
And I hear the thunder boom way over there
As I sit here quietly in my garden.

As I sit here quietly in my garden
The first heavy splats hit by the wind inclined
At an angle now set by a wild comedian
Booming with each flash, madness unconfined
Egg sized droplets crashing down without care
Suddenly it stops everything is fresh again
Natureís shown herself as still worthy of prayer
As I sit here quietly in my garden.

The skyís still black and still booming over there
But above is clear and blue showing once again
I begin to type once more, without a care
As I sit here quietly in the garden



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Verfallsdatum (Expiry Date) - (Variation)

So dark is the night and I am alone.
I do not fear the dark, why should I?
Listen carefully to the night wind moan
I am the mote in your fearful eye.
A wisp of smoke or the smell of fear
See a shadow and I hear you cry.
You begin to panic and I see a tear
It's now too late, it's time to die.

Look back on life that should have been
Instead you hide your life with a lie.
So pure outside, you appear so clean
I am the mote in your fearful eye.
Ghosts of the Past you brushed away
"There are no Ghosts of now", you cry.
Mind crimes count for naught you say
It's now too late, it's time to die.

Innocents, all victims of your crime
Leave their graves to deny your lie.
For evil only exists a finite time
Justice removes her blindfold with a sigh.
All you have sown it's time to be paying.
Ashen faced you give in finally.
You grab your chest and feel the pain
It's now too late, it's time to die.

Your prayers Iím told are all ignored
I am the mote in your fearful eye.
Hypocrisy has thrown truth overboard
It's now too late, it's time to die.

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Vouchsafe Thy Dreams

Dare I dream and thus dream of thee,
Lesser loves died happily for nought
When a fool knows to wake is not to see?
Lending power and strength to thought,
Shall I ever close my eyes and peek
How bought so cheap is mortality,
For that precious love I blindly seek?
Dare I dream and thus dream of thee?

Dare I dream and thus dream of thee,
And yet I am sick from want and desire?
Within beats my breast tormented by thee
As passions are summoned by the hour.
Know well within your heart this fire.
Dare you share for a while my mortality?
Such apparent calm yet inside mad desire
Dare I dream and thus dream of thee?

Dare I dream and thus dream of thee,
Meaning a sleepless night, and alone.
Dreams are oftimes would be reality,
In the fields of dreams wishes are sown.
Beguiling thoughts are created this way
I wonder if itís only in sleep we truly see.
And in seeing truth what would I say,
Dare I dream and thus dream of thee?

In procrastination I feel that I am safe
Yet I fight my soul it does not agree.
I know in time my mind will vouchsafe
Dare I dream and thus dream of thee?

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Xenobiotic, a Protest

I have found myself, not that I was lost
More that I was tangled in the web of life
The spider of that life made me pay the cost
And just in time I was able to use a knife
To cut myself free and get back on my path.
Even though its winter I must stand the frost
That disdainful breath of Fate and her wrath
I have found myself, not that I was lost

I have found myself, not that I was lost
But I was an alien living in a foreign land
An icy world where there was eternal frost
Emotionless where everything was planned
Smiles were sought and friendship bought
And love came only at an exorbitant cost
Was it love or simply an expensive thought?
I have found myself, not that I was lost

I have found myself, not that I was lost
Corporations and politicians control on life
Again today I thought about all the cost.
The cost of oil, of terrorism and the strife
Global warming, ozone layers and such.
Third the world is burning, another in frost,
There is all that flooding not leaving much
I have found myself, not that I was lost

I cannot isolate myself, that is a crime
I must speak out loud, or pay the cost
And such is the purpose of this rhyme
I have found myself, not that I was lost.

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Dana Rowe

Detainee

Was it the blood you had to see?
or were you just issuing fear?
now you've become the detainee:
you've lived your life too cavalier.
a firearm you'd commandeered;
age eighteen: criminal intent.
young life lost, not to reappear.
Might have prevented your descent?

legions had tried to set you free:
civilization's thin veneer;
present status they could foresee.
childhood's innocence disappeared:
reality's escapee's sphere.
at school all saw your sad ferment
antagonistic mutineer.
Might have prevented your descent?

your behavior, like a banshee;
rage to control and domineer.
from education, soon broke free:
on the streets, you reengineered;
your darkest angers soon cohered,
in carrying out your torments
on those who chose to disagree.
Might have prevented your descent?

juggernaut with no steering gear:
closeted with all your torment.
had something been done across the years,
Might have prevented your descent?

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Leny Roovers

Climbing

The mountain that I chose to climb is tall-
on clear days I can barely see its peak,
the narrow path is treacherous and crawls
in twisting curves round crevices and creeks.
Beneath my feet loose stones and branches squeak,
each foothold is precariously tried
as slowly I will master the technique
to overcome this hardship, stay upright.

This vibrant rock is living, it enthrals;
the sights along the road distract- Iím weak,
each vista is seductive and it stalls
the steady progress upwards that I seek.
The summit is still far, the chance unique
to break new ground and trust my guide,
to follow in his footsteps and be meek-
to overcome this hardship, stay upright.

The gully is constricting with high walls,
as light has been cut off, the pass looks bleak;
the crowns of trees a ceiling for this hall
where high amidst the leaves a falcon shrieks.
I raise my head and see her wings in streak,
the fast flight downward to the prey she eyed;
it breaks my thrall and I at last can speak
to overcome this hardship, stay upright.

Restraining bonds shrugged off, I dare to peek,
new energy bursts free with every stride;
the words I cried from eyes have leaked
to overcome this hardship, stay upright.

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Love Affair

As modest maidens in their first long dress,
wide-skirted trees sway coyly on the breeze;
with dips and bows they're dancing and caress
the air with softest touch in fragrant tease.
Pink blossoms of the Prunus Japanese
flirt gently with the purple lilac blooms,
while in great bursts of white the pear-trees please,
show off the splendour of the favoured grooms.

A veil of blooms half hides a knotted tress,
as finely drawn thin branches now appease
excited birds still trying to impress;
in dance of love they give a mate reprise.
Fast moving wings a-twitter, she agrees-
a cloud of flurried feathers- he assumes
responsibility for this year's seize,
shows off the splendour of the favoured grooms.

Among the luscious leaves in dark recess,
as trees are humming with the song of bees,
a nest is built and lined with purple cress;
the eggs are laid and fit in close as peas.
New life unfolds in spring in crowns of trees
as Nature's breathing in and out resumes,
shapes images and forms in all degrees-
shows off the splendour of the favoured grooms.

My garden seemed a Paradise at ease
until dark shadows blocked the sun and loomed;
the feathers on the ground, though bright, don't please;
show off the splendour of the favoured grooms.

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Reflections II

Each dawn I walk along the shore;
my feet leave prints that slowly fade
as sun-touched surf floods with a roar,
obliterates the trace just made-
the sands of time run as I wade.
Each step I feel from heel to toe,
a litany of walking prayed-
while song of surf aids mantraís flow.

Its beat pervades my inner core;
in constant rhythm it cascades,
unlocks that secret inner door,
inviting me into its shade-
that treasured spot where we once played.
Thoughts come to rest here, silence glows
in hearts of lotuses displayed,
while song of surf aids mantraís flow.

As thoughts retreat into their drawer,
my mind escapes the masquerade-
enjoys the shining new dťcor
on which Ganesha is portrayed.
His left hand holds a lotus blade;
one foot rests on the floor below.
He bears a trident, gold inlaid,
while song of surf aids mantraís flow.

The god of wisdom is my aid;
as footsteps in the sand will show,
my path is straight, Iím not afraid
while song of surf aids mantraís flow.

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Shivers on my skin

Your voice brings shivers on my skin;
I am caressed by unseen hands
and cords start trilling, deep within-
my strings are plucked by your commands.
Andanteís rich and mellow tones
reverberate, make my head spin,
they resonate within my bones-
your voice brings shivers on my skin.

Your voice brings shivers on my skin;
recalls our walks on sun-bleached sands,
the turquoise sea, a dolphinís fin.
Allegro quickens loveís demands
till passions peak- releasing moans.
Where I am ending, you begin,
is lost in union, time postpones-
your voice brings shivers on my skin.

Your voice brings shivers on my skin;
it comforts me and understands
when dragging time wears patience thin,
it sings of hope and future plans
when weíll no longer need these phones.
With songs and jokes you raise my chin;
weíll build our love with dreams and stones,
your voice brings shivers on my skin.

Adagio, bridging separate zones,
connects your yang within my yin;
the aftermath is sweet, condones-
your voice brings shivers on my skin.

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Stings

Amidst a mound of last year's garden scraps
my favoured guests have made their hidden lair;
with cut-off branches, leaves to fill the gaps,
a camouflaged and safe retreat they share.
At twilight they come out to sniff the air,
the tiny feet are shuffling through the grounds
in search of titbits for their daily fare.
The end of day and peace of night is found.

A bowl of milk put out for them to lap,
attracted cats as well, now four eyes stare
from each side of the plate, till tension snaps,
as cats don't fancy touching prickly snares-
the hedgehogs flatten raised and pointed hairs.
The clear spring air is filled with evening sounds,
high in the elm-tree thrushes' song declares
the end of day and peace of night is found.

The scene I just have watched holds me entrapped
in visions of a similar affair;
the incompatibility a slap-
no matter how I wish or pray or swear.
When no solution, should I stop to care?
As each well-meant attempt is barred, rebounds,
emotion obscures issues, temper flares-
the end of day and peace of night is found.

As hedgehogs roll into a ball when scared,
I won't put on the thorns that had me crowned,
refuse the allegations, they're unfair;
the end of day and peace of night is found.

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There was a time

There was a time when all was new,
when we were proud and not afraid;
we laid our souls bare, showed we knew
each way- the sharp edge of the blade.
The sun shone brightly on our day,
above us stretched a cloudless blue,
as we partook of lifeís buffet;
that was the time, when all was new.

There was a time when all was new.
The first betrayal cast its shade,
above, a mirrored cloud subdued
the clear blue of the skyís cascade
and took away its fresh bouquet.
On the horizon storms then grew-
our sunny path was blown astray.
There was a time, when all was new.

There was a time, when all was new,
when distrust from false steps you made,
was balanced by our vows pursued-
or was it all a masquerade-
with you as predator- I prey;
is this the time to say adieu?
Above, our sky has turned dark grey;
that was a time, when all was new.

Decision time had come- I prayed,
would I be able to go through
this whole charade and not get frayed?
There was a time, when all was new.

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Wimbledon 2007

As crowds are cheering, champions play;
heads swivel right to left and back,
all eyes are riveted today
on yellow balls, hit with a whack.
With much topspin the ball is served-
a gust of wind leads it astray
and suddenly its route grows curved...
As crowds are cheering, champions play.

As crowds are cheering, champions play,
theyíre on the Tour, are keeping track;
opponents who play best on clay,
might be surprised in swift attack.
Each player learns from games observed,
acquires new techniques he lacked
and keeps a few tricks in reserve-
as crowds are cheering, champions play.

As crowds are cheering, champions play;
spectators watch and eat a snack-
their bodies move like one in sway,
attentionís taut, no time for slack.
On breakpoints won, applause deserved.
"Come on!" some players shout, display
a fist in mute salute; unnerved,
as crowds are cheering, champions play.

The final matchpoint is preserved-
itís game, set, match; the winner prays,
whips wristbands in the stands with swerves-
as crowds are cheering, champions play.

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Carly Svamvour

Sidereal Snowfall - Poetic Howl
(An Acrostic Ballade)


Silent is night 'neath star-spackled heavens
In tandem, earth reels with the galaxy.
Daughters of the north hearth shiver; husbands
engage strong sons at cuts of fallen trees.
Roaring fires render winter's cruelty
essentially helpless. In plaintiff call,
a lone wolf howls its song, 'cross the snowy
limbo of dreams, like life in a glass ball.

Sleep comes easy out there in the woodlands,
'neath eiderdown and old pine; big cities
of the world seem nothing more than craven
waxwork, destined to poison minds - dis-ease
for the lonely heart - tempest for the naive
adolescents who yearn for bright lights, all
lingering at the edge of a lazy
limbo of dreams, like life in a glass ball.

Pander me not with the palaverin'
on all of the latest amenities
enshrined in the suburbs, the exurbs and
tenpenny bullfeather bureaucracies.
I would, if given my druthers or leave,
choose to be right out there under the all
absorbing awe, this star-tangled hazy
limbo of dreams, like life in a glass ball.

Hearken the call to the northland, take ease
on a down-feathered bed. As the snow falls,
we shall turn, in tune with the galaxy's
limbo of dreams, like life in a glass ball.

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Sunnyside

Fierce growls from the gods of thunder
get the well-tanned lifeguards whistlin'
their charges out of the water.
Danger! This storm's on a mission,
they holler, as a fearsome wind
tears across the town's Great Lake,
threatening to set all a-spin,
leaving not too much in its wake.

Tourists take cover - tall waiters
bring small drinks, appear in tandem
with fork-light; the ensuing surge
sends pots of pelargonium
sprawling across the pavillion.
Scents of burnt toast, fries on the make
mingle with fear at the howlin',
leaving not too much in its wake.

Coast Guards, in bright yellow slickers
cross the lake to the horizon,
where a small white sailboat flounders.
The big vessel's horn blasts; tension
gathers and all who are lookin'
gasp as waves of a storm-tossed lake
swallow white sails, and all therein,
Leaving not too much in its wake.

Oh, do beware of the thunder
Electrical storms on the make
Take care, it could take you under,
Leaving not too much in its wake.

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Nicola Wynter

For Apples Sake

Romes tree has called her home to it,
While Empires crop will less than sate,
Her taste is for the apples wit
The one and only, best to wait
For, for only this can we sit
Down to dine, for love's sublime match
Can be found under moons glow lit,
A golden moment to there catch.

Impossible sweet Crispin pit
Spit upon loves ground none too late
To grow eternal fruits, so writ.
For all the kinds and ways we relate
Such variety man creates,
Heaven on earth where we're bewitched
And there we may then conjugate
A golden moment to there catch.

For apple blossoms just one whit
Is all it takes to integrate
Soul mates star stones so tightly knit,
Such a shining moment awaits
Them in their eternity gate
Which passing through brings no mismatch,
Just another sign that waits
A golden moment to there catch.

When time has gone, no blooms do quit,
For sun forever bless their patch
Of evermore rich dreams a bit,
A golden moment to there catch.

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Restless Thoughts

No one knows where the ravens stay or go
Though going off to find them is a ride
Through misty forests and dry flat plateau,
The seek to find a morsel as they glide
Shaking off the dew consulting their guides,
Always stopping by the rose bowered cave
To get honey before the bear derides,
Their gentle feathers and shining beaks rave!

They are as many as the stars that show
The sailor which way he ought to abide,
As dark as midnight without a moon glow
As yellow as the daffodil that bides
In the faery glens of yesterdays trow,
And so we believe the tales of yores brave
Young religious finding new faith to grow,
Their gentle feathers and shining beaks rave!

The ravens carry on from dawn to flow
Into evening of elemental tides
Lapping at edges of colorful echos
From another time and place we cried
Those torrents of shock as memories pried
Out the notes in a sequential conclave
Reminding us never to forget why
Their gentle feathers and shining beaks rave.

Sometimes restless ideas gather their brides
Up in gossamer and jewels they gave
To the grooms from the valley of bolides,
Where gentle feathers and shining beaks rave.



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