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2012 Poetry Form Challenge#10 Empat EmpatThe 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,
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Maryse AchongGod 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. back to list |
Kathy AndersonRonin 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... back to list |
Divena CollinsThis 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.  ----- 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.  ----- 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.  ----- 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.  ----- 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.  ----- 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.  ----- 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.  ----- 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.  ----- 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.  ----- 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.  ----- 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.  ----- 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.  ----- 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.  ----- 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.  back to list |
Jem FarmerBells 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 ----- 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 ----- 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 ----- 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.  ----- 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  ----- 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.  back to list |
Ryter RoethicleI 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.  ----- 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.  ----- 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>  ----- 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. ----- 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.  ----- 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.  ----- 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.  ----- 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  ----- 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.  ----- 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.  ----- 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. ----- 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.  ----- 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.  ----- 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. ----- 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.  ----- 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.  ----- 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.  back to list |
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