2012 Poetry Form Challenge

#10 Empat Empat

The Empat (oleh) Empat (Four by Four), is a Malay form like the Pantoum, and like the Pantoum, the Empat can still be heard in songs today.

The Pantoum is comprised of two alternating couplets and an undetermined number of stanza, however, the Empat, Empat form has four (empat) lines comprised of two couplets, (Pairs, alternating, or envelope), and only four (empat) stanza. One line stepping down from the first line, first stanza, on each stanza, so you see the name tells us in Bahasa Melayu (Malaysian) that it is a four line by four stanza form, giving it one possible rhyme scheme thus,
A. b. a. b.
c. A. c. a.
a. d. A. d.
e. a. e. A.
Ideally the Empat should have the same rhyme scheme with every stanza (Abab, bAba, etc) when singing folk type music; but because of English and (later) American influences the rhyme moved to couplets alone (Aabb. aAcc,etc),(Abab, cAcb, etc), (Abba, cAac, etc) and now in modern music there is no rhyme scheme and only the Repeating Line remains (Axyz, dAfg etc).


Empat, Empat Challenge Replies

Maryse Achong

Happy Mothers Day

Kathy Anderson

Relegated

Divena Collins

Ancient Pathways
China Moon
Dreams of Love
Empress of Tang
Fallen Star
Impossible Dreams
Love Beguiled
Moments Lost
Refrains of Love
Solar Power
Sculptured Spirits
To Feel Loved
Whispering Willow
White Satin

Jem Farmer

Bluebell Wood
Catch a Falling Star
Mother
My Ship
Sea Winds
Time Out

Ryter Roethicle

Belonging
Cultural Awareness
Dream On
Eyes Have It
Foolish Dreams
For the Birds
Grey Hope
Gone
Just a Pause
Media Truths
On Cue
Sailors Death
What is too Much
X as in Kiss
Veriest Fool, Never
Zeb
Zeitgeist


Maryse Achong

Happy Mothers Day

God bless you Mum it's Mothers Day
And we give thanks because you're here
You mean much more than words can say
And we cherish each precious year.

You're ninety three and doing well
God bless you Mum it's Mothers Day;
You have always been loath to dwell
On negatives that come your way.

You never cease to hope, to pray
You've lived a quiet life, no fuss
God bless you Mum it's Mothers Day
You're swamped with love from all of us.

You've such a peaceful attitude,
I look at you, am blown away
By your calm strength' your fortitude
God bless you Mum, it's Mothers Day.

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Kathy Anderson

Happy Mothers Day

Ronin by desire or fate
Each day writes a new pink slip
That adds to what you now hate
Another friend becomes dip.

Like a pot hole you can't miss
Ronin by desire or fate
Every morning is this
Cab you can't afford to take.

Shoes kiss the road just like that
Goodbye opportunity
Ronin by desire or fate
Waiting for love a plenty.

Always a a new scar healing
Never a friend comes to rate
None find that you're appealing,
Ronin by desire or fate...

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Divena Collins

Ancient Pathways

This path that I tread before me
I wonder who trod there before
What man or beast should it be
Who ventured this earthen floor.

I feel it to be upon ancient lore
This path that I tread before me
No by-laws in the rules of yore
For the waters of time flow free.

Gnarled of boughs upon the tree
With tell tale signs of a mystery
This path that I tread before me
Holds remnants of ancient history.

Who was the first to walk this way
Mayhaps it belonged to the sea
I felt great worth to find that day
This path that I tread before me.



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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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Dreams of Love

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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Empress of Tang

Borne from the dynasty of ancient Tang
Upon mystic mountains of poetic scene
There lived an Empress named Wu Zetian
Whose beauty ever remained to be seen.

There was never a one as regal as she
Borne from the dynasty of ancient Tang
She was the first woman Empress to be
And of praises her loyal subjects sang

Replaced her army as scholars sprang
Remaining a dynasty of poetic stance
Borne from the dynasty of ancient Tang
Poetical words within cultured romance.

She was a woman who ruled by her heart
Sweet was her perfumery of ylang ylang
That enticed her educational army apart
Borne from the dynasty of ancient Tang.



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Fallen Star

A star had fallen from the skies
It landed here on earth below
Causing wild hurricanes to blow
And tears from an angels eyes.

Torrential waters began to flow
A star had fallen from the skies
Ignoring the wisdom of the wise
It was how life was meant to go.

How on earth can we understand
And how shall we all improvise
A star had fallen from the skies
While chosing this planet to land.

The death of a star is no surprise
It is written in the heavens above
For an angel it had signified love
A star had fallen from the skies.



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Impossible Dreams

Cast in the same poetic mould as thine
I trust that my humble muse doth allow
My worthiness speaks of love divine
Deep within a cherished moments vow.

If I was equal within the written art
Cast in the same poetic mould as thine
A similarity of words both lovers start
Then composure shall realise the sign.

When lovers enchanted moments shine
Treasured bonds betwixt a poets muse
Cast in the same poetic mould as thine
Both with the same reasons to peruse.

Impossible dreams just may come true
Knowing lovers desires shall be fine
To compose as equal I strive to do
Cast in the same poetic mould as thine.



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Love Beguiled

Of love that had beguiled the night
They laid together close and dear
Pledged of love until morning light
Until dawns sweet dewdrops appear.

How sacred was a passionate bond
Of love that had beguiled the night
Once the word they used was fond
Until tremors of love took flight.

Being together had felt so right
Spiritual in body mind and soul
Of love that had beguiled the night
And pledged both lovers as whole.

Silent they sleep contented anew
Both of a similar mutual insight
Borne of a gift they already knew
Of love that had beguiled the night.



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Moments Lost

Time shall not bring back moments lost
They are gone from hearts forever
Dreams of love are blown and tossed
Like the winds of stormy weather.

When the love we had was utter bliss
Time shall not bring back moments lost
Nor shall reverse the memories amiss
Which remain within hearts embossed.

Bitter like winter of snow and frost
When once we were warm and in love
Time shall not bring back moments lost
Within favour of passions dreamed of.

Strength is the will of lovers desires
Of heart and spirit shall ne`er exhaust
Yet feeds the flames of lovers fires
Time shall not bring back moments lost.



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Refrains of Love

Blessed love deep within the heart
Where loving tempos dance within
When softly the music plays a part
Enticing the dance of love to begin.

Upon rhythmic movements sublime
Blessed love deep within the heart
Lost in a trance within musical time
Mystical rhythms of love shall start.

Love within musical works of art
Awakened the senses of touch
Blessed love deep within the heart
That bonds them together as such.

Oh how this melody entrances so
The composing refrains of mozart
It is then that love begins to show
Blessed love deep within the heart.



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Sculptured Spirits

A spirit that stands by a naked man
Shall be praised for her works of art
For she sculptured the best she can
From a model who had taken part.

Such artistic art that she doth show
A spirit that stands by a naked man
Of life like images that evenly flow
Within fractions of a short life span.

Shall it be her creations of a plan
Only a woman shall then openly see
A spirit that stands by a naked man
Wild at creating a form such as he.

Her final work of art was completed
Finally she had ended what she began
None of her work had been repeated
A spirit that stands by a naked man.



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Solar Power

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
Perspiration that drench the 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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To Feel Loved

So freely are words of Love used
Without a thought of true meaning
Is it any wonder we are confused
An unexpected phrase of feeling.

Can what we speak of be untrue
So freely are words of love used
Is love what we are meant to do
Or definitions very often abused.

Is a heart beat then to be accused
When misty eyes reveals the same
So freely are words of love used
But never to be spoken with shame.

When love is felt from deep inside
Within hidden thoughts perused
True love should never be denied
So freely are words of love used.



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Whispering Willow

Of tiny shoots seasons noticed not
From the soil suddenly came to birth
That had grown within a willows plot
Of tangled roots that formed a girth

The beginnings of a beautiful tree
Of tiny shoots seasons noticed not
Left to nourish within loam so free.
Hidden from view and easily forgot.

Cascading down the way they ought
When e`er the boughs began to grow
Of tiny shoots seasons noticed not
Weeping so freely above and below.

Softly as a whisper of willowy leaves
Calming senses of the overwrought
Within the gentlest incoming breeze
Of tiny shoots seasons noticed not.



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White Satin

Within one evening you came to me
Holding me closely within your arms
With love betwixt both eyes so free
How could I miss sensuous charms.

I had tried to refuse and be demure
Within one evening you came to me
As soon as I mentioned I was pure
I knew eventually It could never be.

I was so naive I had trusted thee
Was completely within your hands
Within one evening you came to me
I knew then of affections demands.

Loving is never too hard to work out
When both becomes one and agree.
I found what our love was all about
Within one evening you came to me.



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Jem Farmer

Bluebell Wood

Bells ring beneath a canopy of trees,
Each one echoing a late spring breeze,
The ethereal blue reaches far and wide,
Rippling just like the ocean’s tide.

The first signs of summer tease,
Bells ring beneath a canopy of trees,
To welcome the season of the sun,
The bluebells sing each and every one.

And children dream of a sandy beach,
The summer fun is in their reach,
Bells ring beneath a canopy of trees,
These sunny days a silent reprise.

Mystic rhymes to call the fae,
In this wooded realm where fairies play,
Enchantments bring a gentle ease;
Bells ring beneath a canopy of trees.


Bluebell Wood - James D Preston
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Catch a Falling Star

True love, the rarest falling star,
If caught the heart bursts into light,
So bright it shimmers near and far,
And lingers beyond dark of night.

To catch its beam for the pocket,
True love, the rarest falling star,
This heart then a treasured locket
The sweetest cookie in the jar.

A serenade by old guitar,
That calls aloud to hearts intent,
True love, the rarest falling star,
So rare no fear would dare dissent.

This empathy between two souls,
At first it seems a tad bizarre,
Yet predefined on ancient scrolls;
True love, the rarest falling star.


Catch a Falling Star - Josephine Wall
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Mother

As mother soothes away our tears,
When no one else can understand,
Like a goddess yet never grand
Her light falls upon the darkest fears.

She comforts us so we may sleep,
As mother soothes away our tears,
Through the night until morning nears,
Do we hear her softly weep?

For she must let her child run free,
And face the pain that oft appears,
As mother soothes away our tears,
Her love is ours whatever may be.

She knows in her wisdom of years,
That life is not always pure or kind,
But our own path we have to find,
As mother soothes away our tears.


MOther and Baby Swan - Stan Himilton
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My Ship

Beneath the deep blue sky, my ship,
Its curving timbers bend and bow,
Upon a mast flapping about,
Are white sails all eager to go.

A voyage over distant seas,
Beneath the deep blue sky, my ship,
The rigging whistling in the wind,
Is music playing to my ears.

For me a life upon the wave,
Oceanic winds my only guide,
Beneath the deep blue sky, my ship,
On its journey around the world.

Ahhh! A brave captain I be
Sending my crew this way and that,
Until mum calls us in for tea,
Beneath the deep blue sky, my ship.



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Sea Winds

Gaff rigged she leaves the bay
White sailcloth upon the mast
Captures the breath of wind
As waves chase the tide

Towards the horizon
Gaff rigged she leaves the bay
Billowing with the breeze
She tacks a sailor’s dream

White horses break gently
Upon the fine wooden keel
Gaff rigged she leaves the bay
To find the distant lands.

An in the air there comes
The sound of mermaid song
Echoes of destiny
Gaff rigged she leaves the bay



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Time Out

Linger here a moment dear,
And watch the rising sun,
Release the breath of fear,
As day repels the dun.

Exhale stress, let it go,
Linger here a moment dear,
Visual thoughts gently flow,
Another world draws near.

Misty dreams slowly clear,
As chakras start to shine,
Linger here a moment dear,
Reach out for realms divine.

The hushed air found in grace,
Weep not the silent tear,
In such a peaceful place,
Linger here a moment dear.



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Ryter Roethicle

Belonging

I have flown where birds cannot fly.
O'er the patterned and silent sunlit sky
My wings have ridden the silken morn
That is covering Cancer and Capricorn

This life holds pleasures you cannot buy
I have flown where birds cannot fly.
In my time I have covered the world
And seen cloud pennants fly unfurled

So many times seen the day being born
On wings that ride the silken morn.
I have flown where birds cannot fly.
And then in turn seen that day die.

My wings have whispered a song to me
Then sung, "You are free! You are free!"
Because of that happiness you can cry,
I have flown where birds cannot fly.



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Cultural Awareness

There's no was, only now and the future,
We listen to music, courtesy of the heavens
And ignore it thinking of it only as noise
With little appreciation of all the life around us.

Rarely are the young ever told the truth
There's no was, only now and the future,
Instead they are taught History and lies,
Biased acts, written by vested interests.

There are lessons to be learned by all this
But academics are intrinsically idealists.
There's no was, only now and the future,
They have no practical experience with lies.

We must learn from the practices of Pagans
People who live with the Earth and her ways
People who live and build within their means
There's no was, only now and the future.



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Dream On

There is a fantasy bridge I see in my mind
Across a deep cut stream way down below
On each side are plants of a different kind
On one they are alive with the solar glow.

On the other the jungle's had too much sway
There is a fantasy bridge I see in my mind
There nothing can grow from day to day
But life is there if I only I wish to find.

But those that have moved, are they blind?
On the island everything is looking verdant
There is a fantasy bridge I see in my mind
And they have enough sense never to flaunt.

But man has not moved there save a few
Why have they moved, what will they find?
A low profile means no inquisitive crew
There is a fantasy bridge I see in my mind.br>


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Eyes Have It

As I look at you held in my arms,
Looking in dark mysterious pools.
Fixing me with your cobra charms,
Your eyes make me break all my rules.

Lips touch creating magic benign
As I look at you held in my arms,
I feel your warm lips melt on mine,
And gone any warnings, any alarms.

Sunlight sparkles from your eyes warms
And a dull day takes on a different sight.
As I look at you held in my arms,
The day brightens and clouds turn white.

During a kiss, you cannot hide
Each one has meaning, each one informs
And with commitment there is pride,
As I look at you held in my arms.

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Foolish Dreams

The mad fool dreams once more
Slave to his temporal sight
He steps through that phantom door.
Far into the late, late night

Wings spread in his desperate flight
The mad fool dreams once more.
Soaring heavenwards to the light
He feels the joy the love of soar.

Airborne through the lands of yore
Past clouded towers and minaret
The mad fool dreams once more
Now only stars, heavens gems beset.

Flying on and on, into the night
Past all the sane that went before.
Reaching Heaven as some fool might
The mad fool dreams once more.



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For the Birds

I hear them keeping house through inner walls.
Some birds have made a nest within my eaves.
Because the weather's cold with frequent squalls,
They've taken refuge until the storm recedes.

They sing to me, whilst I'm at work or play,
I hear them keeping house through inner walls.
It cannot but help to brighten up my day
As I listen to their chatter and neighbours calls.

There's a gradual silence as night time falls
And birdsongs cease safe within their lair.
I hear them keeping house through inner walls
That music they sang was so extraordinaire.

When this part of earth wakens from sleep,
Spring awaits the hearing of all the new calls.
A kind of promise for their home to keep,
I hear them keeping house through inner walls.



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Grey Hope

Walking this path, I feel Hope in a raindrop
From a falling leaf lighting upon my cheek.
It runs down my face and doesn't stop
It feels like it is from somewhere bleak

It is the time of death, sleep, and autumn
Walking this path, I feel Hope in a raindrop
That falls anonymously to the ground
But in that greyness there will be no sound.

Where in time it will gather in a pool
But the winter solstice is never cruel.
Walking this path, I feel Hope in a raindrop
Knowing with each new day there's hope

I see there's a bridge made by the leaves
Showing their death will build the future
Petals from flowers show they also believe
Walking this path, I feel Hope in a raindrop.



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Gone

I'm comforted by this semi darkness
As hypnotic flickering candles shine
How could my life become such a mess?
Sitting here alone drinking my wine.

As I sit here I feel music flow over me
I'm comforted by this semi darkness
Silently remembering what life used to be
Especially cognoscent of our happiness.

Reminiscing about each loving caress
Remembering vividly each loving kiss
I'm comforted by this semi darkness
Mountains of love become deepest abyss

Is fantasy just another world of lies?
How could my life become such a mess
What is laughter but the start of sighs?
I'm comforted by this semi darkness



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Just a Pause

Because I could not stop for death
It meant I had put death on ice
So he stopped for someone else
And left me to my own device.

Now life seems to go at a happy pace
Because I could not stop for death
Now I think about who took my place
Pausing to take a deep, deep breath.

I have no desire for place or wealth
But now and then when life is sound
Because I could not stop for death
I stop and take a good look around.

I'll wait to hear that gentle tap
And know at once my caller's Seth.
I'll rise from this my earthly nap
Finally making a stop for death.



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Media Truths

A Tap-dance on the written word,
Reading's wove create a snare
Creating a desire to lay bare
And lie about events occurred.

Paragons of truth speak absurd
And Tap-dance on the written word,
Suddenly everything is blurred
Black is white and is preferred.

Catch the unwary in vacant stare
Then the truth becomes slurred
They Tap-dance on the written word,
And non essentials til they swear.

Games are crueller the facts absurd
Now the predator is the prey.
Then justice does innocence betray,
And Tap-dances on the written word.



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On Cue

After a wanderer's sees many things,
And just as often many lessons learned.
Experience found, homeward he turned
In apprehension, to the past he clings.

Spoken, promises made, he returns,
After that wanderer's sees many things,
Yet hope lingers and again he rings,
And casts his lot, still fearing burns.

Her smile speaks more than words could say,
Is she the one with whom he sings?
After that wanderer's sees many things,
There are no doubts, a desire to stay,

Having heard the flutter of Cupids wings.
Her eyes speak volumes of her intent,
Until finally fate gives her consent,
After that wanderer's sees many things.

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Sailors Death

And only the sea shall know them
No wind will tug the wet shrouds hem
The ocean depth will be their grave.
Like a farewell flag, the waters wave.

There is no church with bells to ring
And only the sea shall know them.
No choir with caring hymns to sing
Finally without a padre to say "Amen".

No flowers cover the hallowed site
Nor moon to shine its blessed light.
And only the sea shall know them
There shall be no-one to condemn.

Neptune has claimed them all
And to his bosom they are gone
Till Armageddon makes its call
Then not only the sea shall know them.



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Veriest Fool

On looking into the evening skies
Seeing the many stars up in space
I wish I was looking into your eyes
Imagining seeing your shining face.

I would see you so easily found.
On looking into the evening skies
The brightest star is in your eyes
I'm unable to look anywhere around.

In that cool blowing soft night's air
And be reminded of your silky hair
On looking into the evening skies
I hear the wind and its wistful sighs.

Everyone but the veriest fool must know
You are the epitome of love and desire
And even in your absence see you
On looking into the evening skies.



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What is Too Much?

It is never enough to be sad or lament
The Earth, - the world denies that mood.
Blue skies, warm days, is what is meant
And grabbing happiness is always good.

Further happiness should never be denied
It is never enough to be sad or lament
Nor is it to seek happiness, and found it cried
But once again, that is not what is meant.

Happiness is based on touch and on scent
A loved one will always responds to touch
It is never enough to be sad or lament
Or to desire a love thought to be too much.

What is too much love, can there be enough?
I look at you and savour love's scent
And in touching never fear your rebuff.
It is never enough to be sad or lament.

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X as in Kiss

As your love-lit eyes peered into mine
I feel them searching my soul
As if by magic it begins to shine
I now know the feeling of being whole.

Just that one look has made it so
As your love-lit eyes peered into mine
Suddenly after feeling my hearts climb
A deluge of words and deeds now flow.

What would a touch or kiss then start,
And who knows what path we'd chart?
As your love-lit eyes peered into mine
Then once again our bodies combine.

As two shining souls by love were united
There could be no feeling more divine.
Together to Nirvana we'd be invited,
As your love-lit eyes peered into mine.



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Zeb

He is alone in a city of millions
They ignore that fact he is there at all
He does not meet with their expectations
And so he is faced with a sea of walls.

There is so much, so many around
He is alone in a city of millions
With no solace for his troubled soul
His habit seeks only to fill the hole.

He does not agree with their opinions
In ignorance it is not that, which he seeks.
He is alone in a city of millions
And feels solace is only for the weak.

Each day they pass him there unseen
Who is he, what was he, who cares?
A homeless drunk, unloved, a has been
Who is alone in a city of millions.



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Zeitgeist
The spirit of the times; The trend of thought and feeling in the period. Australian Concise Oxford Dictionary.

Spring is the beginning of all life again
This world is cold, refreshed and new.
The fresh life smiles and welcomes rain
And to all of winter's ills we bid, "Adieu".

Seeing new life beginning to form and shoot.
Spring is the beginning of all life again.
Inspiring green life, pushing out new roots
Removing winters madness, becoming sane.

And so once more Nature begins to reign
With time for thought, casting out devils.
Spring is the beginning of all life again
Forgetting all about last years travails.

Scents and odours forgotten in darker times,
New creatures, new scenes, and new refrains
Motivating old poets to write new rhymes,
Spring is the beginning of all life again.



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