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2012 Poetry Form Challenge#17 Awdl GwyddEach stanza is a quatrain of seven syllables. Lines two and four rhyme; lines one and three cross rhyme into either the second, third, fourth, OR fifth syllable of lines two and four. In the possible scheme for two stanzas below you will note that in the first stanza the third syllable was used and in the second stanza the fifth syllable was used. All four are in blue as "possibles" It's important to state that Celtic poetry is based on sound structures to make them easy to remember, with rhyme not as important as repetition, alliteration and rhythm.
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Awdl Gwydd
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Maryse AchongSweet Trinidad, land of my birth Your rich earth mingled with the sweat Of my forefathers. My own heart Yours from the start... there is no threat. Who can forget your stately trees, Your ocean breeze, your tropic clime, Majestic mountains, rolling plains, These chains that bind me are sublime. No matter what is done to scar You, blemish,mar, tarnish your name, You'll always be my Trinidad Good or bad, I'll love you the same. My navel string is buried here There's no where else I want to be And ere I fin'lly close my eyes They're your blue skies I want to see. back to list |
Kathy AndersonWhen breezses touch the edges Green hedges fill with birdsong As along the bar sailing Their voices in rapt wailing long To find the open door of dawn, On lawn pick forage and might With lightest wings carry on Feathered winds gone home tonight To valley sun made its bed Awed to moon again dreams Lifting beams on zephyrs led Nightingales fled days heat schemes.  ----- Rainy Fall Parched earth had weathered the storm Whose form now creates puddles, As mud will clog our shoes soles And cold steady streams fill pools. Overflowing now beyond Brimming, black pond slowly seeps To deepen water table Even able fish shall sleep. back to list |
Terry ClitheroeFree as the birds join'd in flight, Beneath white clouds long cold sheets. Above the heavens are in sight, Such delight, being where Earth meets. I must lose height and return, I discern that evening is nigh. From life above I must adjourn, Sadly turning from the sky.  ----- Blue Moon I saw the blue moon last night Her yellow light lit the sky Later that night walking home, I saw the moon more on high. Half the size but still a prize Queen of the skies and love b'low Her radiance lit up the night Delighting all with her glow. Constantly smiling so steady She's ready for sleep come dawn Smiles the new season meeting The greeting for it newly born.  ----- Broken Dreams (Compromise) Sipping a glass of red wine, humming, he sat at his table looking at the computer screen, waiting for her come online. As he looked through his notes, ideas and a couple of scenes, couldn't say what he wanted to, to tell her about his dreams They must always be apart, no part of life could she share she admitted to loving him, but could not join him and care. Drinking and time passed on, sat there withdrawn, waiting, losing interest in poetry, his spry heart started breaking. He realised she'd said it all, when they had met online, "I'm busy with others," she'd said "I cannot spare anytime." Remembering before him, of whom she refused to speak sometimes spending time with him, just two, or so nights a week. After a couple of hours, other poets began their day his heart was too full to speak, he slowly walked away.  ----- For a While For a while life had been bliss Now each kiss is like poison. The flames of love, burnt too well Creating a hell neither had chosen. Pleasure is always paid by pain Yet again and again we pay. Like roulette and its crazy odds, like crazy bods, we hope and pray. Can we not reverse our chances Make advances along loves road And find that perfect person The one to share our abode.  ----- For Just a While For just a while she dreamed when moons beamed on the ocean. The dreams of previous scenes memories screens raising emotions. Times of love she would repeat again, not beat by memories A future just to recall times and all of loves certainties. She smiled remembering loving on the beach in the rain. Now they were so much older, and no longer bolder teens. But in truth what teens begin, with some chagrin must maintain Because of that each loving, will not ever be the same.  ----- I'm Not a Shadow I'm not a shadow, I care, I dare, that is my trouble Defend ladies and my friends Make amends, no redouble. Never ever play mind games No blames, I talk to your face. If you need any help at all I'm on the ball, the right place. Remember right from the start I took your part defended you Everyone attacked my chum And I was dinkum, true blue. Believe whatever you want Nonchalant, I could not care less I've proved to many people My principles and friendliness. Do you want me as a friend And remember it's your last say? Remember the piper plays And someone has to pay!  ----- Potential Once again I kiss your lips Those sips cannot feel me Nor feel again my touching Remembering what used to be Knowing there is no feeling That feeling, was once your heat Remember what used to be And how strong our hearts would beat. Because death has made us part I cant part from treasured time I will always feel your heart. And those moments so sublime ----- Question What should I do with my secret, Bet you know who it concerns? Telling you, would it be discrete Or should I wait til she learns? The look on your face waiting Now upon looking I can see Wondering am I misled I've piqued your curiosity. I can see looking in your eyes your smiles, you take my hand You're not fooled by this disguise And surrender as you planned.  ----- This Wilderness This wilderness, winter creates, Its naked states, bereft of dress. Is it a mess, this bland estate, Where we await, seas'ns progress. Or is merely a time of rest To feel depressed live austerely. Knowing surely, what is the best, When flora dressed, arrives yearly. The trees are never asleep They don't keep their dormant state The birds did not stop singing Now trees ringing with calls for a mate.  back to list |
Divena CollinsA love that I have never known That has shown no shame to me 'twas all I could do but pray That some day we shall be free. His tender kiss shall ever stay As we lay down upon the heath I had never known such passion In this fashion love bequeath. Time shall tell how we both feel Of how real this love shall be To know that deep down inside We take pride in what we see. Where had he been all my life For past strife love went amiss Shall it be that we now know Passions flow within utter bliss.  ----- Book Mania No more books, please no more Upon the floor is their downfall No bookends shall hold them still And they will slant from the wall. Wherever I go there are books Some look old with signs of mould Ancient pages read from the past Were cast from an old household. All over the house I withstand Most second hand less a few One space that is needed most Display's with grace in the loo. I have no time to spare other Than when mother nature calls Peace and quiet all on my own Upon a throne within four walls.  ----- Computer Fatigue So weary I lay down my head Upon a bed of feathery dawn Soft as a whispers caress As I suppress a weary yawn. Sleep is what I really need To feed if only a weary mind There I shall sleep in repose Who knows what dreams may find.  ----- Earth Mother Tales of spring shall sprout anew Of blossom blue and yellow Amidst shady leaves of green With serene hue's so mellow. Summer brings bridal bouqets With days of love and laughter Within heat of the solar sun Both are of one forever after Spent leaves of summer fades Upon shades of autumns glory That blends in for a reason As every season tells a story. When the winters cold winds blow And the snow smothers the land Trees are weathered and bare In care of mother earths hand.  ----- Gifts of Love Gather thy buds while you may Each day shall perish too soon When autumn winds shall linger Cold fingers upon winters moon. Sweet the rose of blossom fair That share's a breath of musk Buds that shall bear no thorns Adorns a maidens hair at dusk. Roses of love a gift bestown From her own precious lover What pleasure roses can bring Treasure's recalled forever.  ----- I Woo'ed If I Coo'ed If I only had wings to fly To soar in a sky so blue But it was not meant to be Shall not be a me like you. I may Coo high in the trees That should please me much But I cant whistle a song It is wrong and out of touch. Maybe I can woo me a mate But its late that I may be I cannot build us a nest So best I be alone with me. I might be back next spring To sing the same kind of song I cant make any decisions In visions I shant belong.  ----- Lost Within My love he has gone forever I shall never forget this day He has left my heart broken With unspoken words at bay. Why shall I hurt so this way For always it feels the same It's no joy being left so cold I'm too old to play his game. I shall never ever love again For pain is not meant to be Maybe better to be at one All alone within myself free.  ----- Love in the Mist Held a posy unto her breast So blessed this love within Summer blooms shall ever be Within free thoughts therein. Blue petals of misted hue Upon sepals of silvery white Amidst cobwebs of filly green Only to be seen in suns light. Old of fashion thro' long years Yet tears of wisdom shine thro` For dew upon that gathers much Shall touch a passion that grew.  ----- Mirrored Image An image in the looking glass That shall pass a sideway glance Was this real this image of she Could it be a ghost perchance. Her looks were that of the past That had cast deep in her mind Ghostly images of the same Shall proclaim presence of kind.  ----- Prima Donna How pretty within her pose Her toes position to dance She learns the arts of ballet To display postured stance. How willing she is to learn To earn her credits as such A Prima Donna within rights This night is dreamed of much. Within her heart she succeeds Her needs within were inborn And dreams had all come true Her name in lights shall adorn.  ----- Silly Moments Simons silly, sillier than me Yet its he who says hes sane But how does he really know Who does know of the insane. How do I know within mind I find myself in thought Maybe its just me thats wrong I belong but trust him not. There is but a very thin line Of a twine betwixt the two It`s just a fact to be found Ill be bound if this be true.  ----- Slice of Moon A slice of moon fell upon earth The rebirth of fantasy land Floating across a deep ocean No signs of erosion at hand. As time went by buildings arose That chose to be tall and wide Abodes that were for mankind Made to find homes to reside. A crescent moon floated forth T'wards north it had ventured To the fair old scottish isles. Sea miles frae an adventure. Man wore skirts their women too And few spoke in alien tongue That no one could understand Scots land had a lilt that sung. Strange were their celtic ways To rephrase every word spoken It's time I think to move along To belong was never a token. Out of the ocean into the sky To fly back in time once more Gone was that slice of a moon So soon from the oceans floor.  back to list |
Jem FarmerIn the lands where dragons fly And the skies stretch far and wide The ancient mysteries sing On the wings of magic pride. A bard with watching eyes sits As dreams flit from here and now To the days when ancients ruled As they tooled by hand and brow The fertile earth that brings life Despite the strife left behind And bard sings his songs through time From cadent rhymes in his mind. The stories told so long ago How did they know we'd forget The needs of the Earth remain In her pain we now regret. We must learn to live once more As before taking for need And leaving no damage here But I fear we act in greed Listen close and hear her cry The Earth will die before her time Our kind will lose home and place Our disgrace, a mortal crime. I hear the men speak of shame, Then lay blame at someone's feet No need to change, it's a lie As the Earth sighs in defeat. And as the bard sings his song I know he's not wrong to say The danger is there, all can see There must be change, now, today!  ----- Elemental Woman Her beauty is like the air, A breath bearing pure delight, Enchanting spell that love cast And all the past fades to night. Her eyes are the burning flame Wild and tame, revealing dreams, The vision of sensual lust Courting trust in silver beams. Her voice charms the vibrant song And all along a heart sighed Like an angel wipes the tears Where hidden fears preside. Her touch the warmth of the Earth, A joyful mirth given free And her beauty is mine now, I wonder how that can be.  ----- Flight Crimson wings that chase the breeze, Softly tease the summer sun. Disturbing naught in the air It is there a moment spun. Through gardens and country fields Vibrant wings yielding to flight, With beauty and a brief sigh The butterfly brings delight.  ----- Give Them Water A simple glass sparkles bright In the light of the dawn sun Taken for granted it stands But in some lands it's not done. The water that cleanses me, Seems to flow free, clear and pure, Yet out there the kids don't know How it can be so much more. So poets take hold your pen And tell of when all can drink Water, give life with your words It's not so absurd, I think One village needs just one pump, So what's the hump, get in there, Save a life, one life, a child, Be wild and show you care! Written in aid of WaterAid  ----- Golden Trim I see in the falling leaves, A time to breathe in the dreams Of songs of the autumn breeze To ease the fading sunbeams. The longer nights, drawing in, A golden trim below feet Rustles in every skip Then slip to the slower beat. For as the leaves softly fall I see it all before me, The gentle touch in a kiss I daren’t miss the love I see.  ----- Welsh Pagan O land of beauty calling me, Your valleys and your mountains high, Deep in my heart in pride of place Your graceful dragons freely fly. I close my eyes and feel the beat, Retreating into Celtic ways. Old spirits come as is their will Fulfilling dreams of better days. There's no shame in national pride, That guides the soul to seek to dwell In the realms of divinity's love Above, below, beyond the veil!  back to list |
Ivor HoggAutumn the harvest season It's the time for gathering in the crops to safely store All we need and more: So sing Praises to the creator The crops we store are his gift. A reward for the hard work. We did not shirk nor ignore. back to list |
Leny RooversAutumn's auburn colouring's in swing with mother-of-pearl; enfolded in lustrous shawls she shows fall's frocks in a swirl. In soft shades of creamy grey, waves of bright rays form a sea. As rows of crests break and drift, clouds on wind's breath shift, break free.  ----- Dryad Asleep I saw a dryad this week, next to a small creek she hung; I came upon her by chance, in sleep's trance she gently swung. Her body was close to mine, a single vine held her feet to keep her from falling down; her face was dark-brown and sweet.  ----- Friends Each night at seven o'clock comes the knock of my new friend; she's a little turtle-dove that used to rove without end. One day when I stepped outside, she didn't hide or fly up, but let me come close instead; wings half spread, willing to sup. I brought her a few crushed nuts, she proved her guts by waiting with tilted head, her eyes keen, from that day we've been dating. Each evening after dinner my little winner flies in, she is always punctual, on her call, my clock falls in.  ----- If Only If only I could grow wings, I'd fly and sing with the birds, rise above all worldly pains like chains of hurt fell in words. As planes above clouds' white layers, my prayers rise up to Sun's face; in her blissful grace I'm healed by yielding in her embrace. Drifting on cloud-filled down, deep frowns are eased from my brow as zephyr's soft fingertips remove old grips anguish plowed.  ----- On Friendship Old friends are life's real treasure, with them pleasure increases, in fact is doubled at least; meetings a feast-stress decreased. No matter how long between, rapport is keen, words abound; yet even silence feels good, understood, in friendship found.  ----- September Skies As August weds September, fiery embers enlighten sky's soft watercolour hues, clouds and sun fuse, brighten. Vivid and bigger than life, colouring rife, well designed; in slowly changing slide-show come Van Gogh's paintings to mind.  ----- Sign in the Air Across a clear blue heaven wind puffs leaven in white clouds, whipped cream on the horizon - blowed up mizen overcrowds. Planes white tracks draw foamy lines, writing X signs in the air; used by lovers as a kiss, bringing bliss that I can share. Moments of sudden rapture that capture creation's wealth, divine artistry unfolds - heaven's gold amends soul's health.  ----- Visions Bright spirits of the air dress up and bless night’s sky with pink and strips of gold, bold fire-drakes explore new lakes, dive in sync. As rosy waters fan out, dragons spout in fiery streams melted light across pink shores; my heart soars, watching their dreams. All too sudden sky turns black, closing last cracks, stops light's play; visions of colour remain as heaven's domain ends day. back to list |
Sasha Walkerbillowed scrim graced crystal dreams ghostly screams sound in lament as flaking paint peels love's skin drifting sin to basements rent love's death is manifest...here... poetry; a smear of dust, embellishment a crime, broken hearts in time will trust  back to list |
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