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2012 Poetry Form Challenge#22 Spanish SonnetAnother interesting variation through the mixing of cultures. This time combining the Petrarchan Sonnet form as the octave, but uses the Rima Alterata a variation of the Sicilian as the sestet. The meter like the French sonnet, normally comprises of ten syllables. The rhyme scheme is .a.b.b.a...a.b.b.a....c.d.c.d.c.d.
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Spanish Sonnet
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Maryse AchongA Spanish Sonnet ought to be great fun I thought to myself I'll do two or three Because all things Spanish look good to me; But time has flown and nothing has been done. Okay I said, I shall do at least one Lord knows I've fallen behind terribly, But days and hours race past rapidly And sadly I have only just begun. Better late than never’s how I console Myself, for I can only do my best; Tomorrow maybe I'll be on a roll Will have a bit more energy, more zest And I'll be organized and in control... Ha! That will be the day, I only jest.. back to list |
Terry ClitheroeAll things must change, it is the way Plan for things, but do not expect That all that's good Fate will reject Remember, when you sow, you pay. To find true love, we all will pray Pain making some too circumspect Just treat all things with high respect. Until we do, our lives will be grey Fate does not have a heart of stone But has been known to turn away Or perhaps she needs you to atone With two souls meeting is her way The story unravels with you alone Things will change in life's play.  ----- Autumn Angel Come take my hand my autumn angel No longer summers colours bright. The days share equal time with night, And the lush green's no longer visible. All has been taken from summers well The crops are gathered, and been sold. Our legacy the colours of red and gold, Which will be gone during winters spell. Thus time is ours in our own private nest Away from cooler seas that chill the air. It is now we find that time alone is best Time we've earned through our endeavour. Whilst the outside world's quietly at rest Our future lives will stretch out forever.  ----- Deceit Have you ever walked down empty streets, Well after the night has conquered the day? Each measured step, took you a special way, You knew there was no way you could retreat. Further away from where you felt complete, And questioning the will that led you astray, I wonder is there an author of a greater play, In which you are now the victim of deceit? What is the purpose of showing any emotion, Knowing all that is promised will be denied? It's just been cast out on fates whimsical ocean, Where all the presenters of truth blatantly lied And thus cynics were given their promotion When what was true and right just simply died.  Music, Astronomy and Deceit - Paolo Veronese ----- Media Truth A Tarantella upon the written word, Treadings once welcome become a snare Creating in some a desire to lay bare A pursuit of lies, and non-events occurred. Biased paragons of truth speak the absurd Catching the unwary in their vacant stare Hammering non essentials til they swear That black is white and always was preferred. Now games are crueller than realised in youth Portraying the predator as the prey. The innocent having to dig for proof And justice does the blameless betray. Sociology just helps breed the uncouth, And read ignorance what the press portray.  ----- Poetic Musings I tried to capture a feeling today, It fluttered away on butterfly wings. On a nearby flower see how it clings, Never to disturb these things of beauty. I tried to capture someone's soul today, She evaded my words, loudly laughing. As though someone else had made her sing, Then she hid not willing to hurt me this way. I tried to catch all my wild thoughts today And tried to corral this herd of emotions. Exhausted, I rested and watched them stray, Wandering off on hair brained notions. They slowly returned their own sweet way, Once again putting my pen in motion.  ----- To Be Loved The begining of night promises things to come Twilight glimmers with unclaimed dreams. What love of day's not bettered by moon beams And reluctant newfound love easier to be won? Often loves words are smothered by light and sun Yet freely given and received as lovers schemes. Following paths carved out by wishful streams Words curbed at day, at night are overcome. Who's eyes do not shine brighter under loves light What words are not truer when lovingly given What greater power's there than that of loves might Yet given away freely in loving, again and again There is no subject, or object, there is no harsh rite, There is no pain, to be loved is to be forgiven.  ----- Un-perplexed Sometimes a wanderer may see many things, And just as often should many lessons learn. Experience found as homeward he turns But in apprehension, to the past he clings. Yet hope still lingers and once again he rings, Words spoken, promises made, he returns, And casts his lot with chance, still fearing burns. Will she be the one who will make his heart sing? Her smile speaks more than words could ever say, And her eyes speak volumes of her intent. How can there be doubts now, a desire to stay, But only her touch will tell him he is content. They wine and dine, and meet love all the way And then finally fate gives her willing consent.  ----- Wraith or Faith Countenance haunted by dreams unfulfilled, The hollowed eyes of veiled doubt and pain, All the symptoms of a soul torn in twain. The body grown thin, muscles cannot rebuild. And all once lively essence has been killed Useless now, has been flushed down the drain The wraith only remains alive on this plain Everything else remains unfulfilled. Why must we be yoked to such sorrow, Offered again would the same choices be made? What are the values offered tomorrow, Are ideals so priceless they never fade? Morals and ethics, what do we borrow, Or just like the rest, we hide in the shade?  ----- ----- Nature - Sonnets Redoubled Texte Given any chance at all new life begins Creatures know their place and seek a mate All beasts live in harmony within their state See the humble spider and the web she spins Every plant that pushes forth new skins Knows it will have its time here then it waits Begins to procreate helped by its insect mates So nature's balance never produces twins. All this was given to man and his conceit And with time forgot this is not his plan. He is truly believing in his minds deceit Stating all this has been given to man Ignoring everyday of a species defeat Then we hear corporations fighting a ban.  ----- Sonnet #1 Given any chance at all new life begins Growing, forming, shaping adapting to strife This is the challenge Nature puts on life. It thrives and shapes and lives and fits within Each year there is never any form of chagrin Every plant mutated and has adapted so. As it laid dormant in sand or slept in snow, On looking close a new shooting will begin. Each plant finally awakens within the ground It is now the time and the chance to grow As the plant life everywhere starts to abound. When rivers of flowers and plants begin to show All this and more is part of the natural round The least of which should humble man so.  ----- Sonnet #2 Creatures know their place and seek a mate But what is man nothing but a beast And just like them must breath and feast Whilst realising he is the master of his fate. And never waiting for others to berate Other creatures saw his faith decrease His greed saw his interest in others cease Careless of the evil deeds he will create; Ignoring the simple ways that feel the Earth And the Brehon laws of the Ancient Celt Who knew what Nature was really worth. Knowing how that original creation felt Beasts and plants in harmony from birth; Man must learn about natures safety belt.  ----- Sonnet #3 All beasts live in harmony within their state Some occasionally may see the light of day. Have they a lesser right to have their say, Are they any less of Nature, no right of fate? In time of flood within the Ark went each mate Saving all life and turning no pair away When man listened to what God had to say He remained quiet, not daring to communicate. What of the beasts that thrive in this domain The creepy crawlies that feed on mans refuse These little beasts that are part of the chain Even for them Nature has an important use Soon there'll be a time when Nature gains There will be no choice, you daren't refuse. ----- Sonnet #4 See the humble spider's web she spins An artist who weaves the finest of silk Yet misunderstood as are all her ilk The balance may change when sanity wins Nature will level it out, to mans chagrin And Natures balance he cannot bilk. Until along comes man in his conceit Not realising nature counts his sins. Always thinking naught's better than man Ignoring that he's only an alternate form. Tribal ways "Civilisation" ignores the plan Science and technology must heed the norm. Ask any of the ancients how the tribes began They did not ignore every other creature born. ----- Sonnet #5 Every plant that pushes forth new leaves And blossoms forth its symbolic scenes To procreate and pass on its genes Is aware of the life that it conceives. Most reliant on symbiosis it believes Or other creature that passes seed To fertilize each plant and weed See the worker bee amid the sheaves. And as the seasons wax and wane See Nature balancing out with time With one years loss another's gain There's balance naught can out climb All things are equal over the main And a balanced life is Natures prime.  ----- Sonnet #6 Look, see the eagle soar such a wondrous sight Majestic, riding the thermals where he belongs Playing with the air, soaring, listen to his songs. See the feathers spread out balancing the flight As he sleeps in the night another raptor has right Here is wisdom with no respect for fools and song His flight no less majestic, who can see him soar, Is function all that important, when there is might? Man knows that there is beauty in their flight And this is often where his wisdom flaws. He will not spend time during the day or night To giving to Nature the respect he owes. Each raptor king is deposed, despite their might Knows it will have its time here, then it goes. ----- Sonnet #7 We all travel through life like wagon trains Leaving our tracks where we go on the grass Making our presence in life felt as we pass Like wagon wheels on fresh virgin plains. Or how your footprints in fresh sand remains In time the tide washes away where you passed. Trying to beat nature by removing trees and grass And planting our genetically modified grains. The once lush fields once again become dirt. The seasons come and go, as is decreed. In the depth of winter there is another desert Nature has stated it so, man has disagreed Sometimes for a while man tries to reassert ----- Sonnet #8 Nature's balance never produces twins Spring is when Nature comes alive With worker bees rushing from the hive On their daily task to help as life begins. The air is clear and all life free from sins Blossoms bloom on bush, and trees revive For this task each plant gives to the hive A drop of honey being what this bee wins. Every year you'll see new life returns And begins to procreate and so life grows. Symbiosis means paying turns with turns Just rewards for helping to re-compose Nor is there any need for life's concerns This is the simple way that all life knows.  ----- Sonnet #9 All this was given to man and his conceit That he live in simple ways upon the Earth Then through life's travails proving his worth Somewhere to live an abundance to eat. Living as one with the Earth's, a simple feat Following ancient ways there is no dearth As long as there is not too much birth Those who know never have to compete. The ancients never had need to steal or cheat Taking what they needed they paid their debt. A field of food gathered and a little meat, From working all day and a lot of sweat. But some men think these rules can be beat And ignore the warnings and Natures threat. ----- Sonnet #10 With time Man forgot this was not his plan. In much older times what men took from Earth Was replaced by something of equal worth Thus a barter system with nature began. The way of a person now called a pagan Who replaced in kind with some other gift Sometimes slaves killed at the end of shift Nothing was taken from any garbage can. Now inconsiderate, boasting, without stealth His debt to Nature, he ignores and cares naught. Coal, diamonds or gold taking out great wealth Now he just rips it of the earth with no thought. The clean skinned owners think of their own self. Ignoring it's from Nature that they have bought.  Air Itam Dam - Penang 03 12 12 ----- Sonnet #11 He is truly believing in his minds deceit The teller speaks replacing facts with figures And of ideologies professed by vested interests. The real truths are written on a paper sheet It is folded and the light of day will never meet. Of that truth politicians show their disinterest, Waffle and sidestep showing what they do best When its time to vote the right thing meets defeat. Old trees are cut down and not replaced by new. Because of this everything suffers in the process. Developers build towns then shopping malls The lungs of the earth begin to grow an abscess "Rent a crowd" protesters march around halls The media are amused and write about the mess Selling more papers and more trees must fall. ----- Sonnet #12 Stating all this has been given to man Huge petrol tankers criss-cross the Earth Taking out, but not paying back its worth All the time stealing as much as they can. When the petrol oceans finish their span The Barons of Power will find another berth And we will cheer them for all we're worth, Calling them Kings and worship their plan. Satan looks at their acts and laughs at God, Who gave us a place to live and food to eat. The sons of Cain have taken over every sod Now we must pay for what's under our feet. We had only to share, sometimes give a prod Instead the greedy are allowed to lie and cheat.  ----- Sonnet #13 Ignoring that everyday a species dies The Japanese world is filled with crime Allowing the extinct list to climb, And presenting us with outrageous lies. Their Whaling ships scour the seas Killing whales or "Scientific Research". And the Japanese name they smirch Making profit for their companies. Deaf and blind to the worlds cries And never heeding humanities voice The Japanese people turn blind eyes. Surely they can make a better choice But still they murder under disguise I wonder will the world ever rejoice? ----- Sonnet #14 Then we hear corporations fighting a ban Or of an oil spill from a damaged tanker Once more adding to Nature's canker Remember its the fault of greed and man. Some have woke and are doing all they can Realising the truth and voicing their rancour Finally the corporations are feeling the anger They're waking, compromising, making a plan It's a difficult road, that will take lots of time Pray Nature's patient and is willing to wait, But if so we'll end up in a world that's sublime Instead of destroying we must learn to create. Paradise awaits us all as upwards we climb And eventually arrive at Nature's pearly gate.  back to list |
Divena CollinsWhy art thou angel tapping at my door Adorned within rags of a beggars mask That hath pleaded endlessly in thy task Thou who shalt suffer poverty no more Nor shalt blessings be of such to ignore Thou who were ever adorned in damask Should never be ashamed to beg or ask For life shalt never be as it was before Yet all that strived hath ne-er been lost For deep within thy shalt feel the change Within natural instinct of love embossed That life or fortune may forever arrange Best made plans shall forever be tossed Not life but love shalt again feel strange.  Art by Eleanor Fortiscue Brickdale. ----- Boyhood Of Raleigh Staring with wonder upon the blue ocean A fisherman spoke of a galleon set sail Two boys listened to his fascinating tale Words he had spoken with deep emotion They admired this fishermans devotion He told of the fate of galleons that fail Of sailors therein which drowning impails And salts of the seas that amass corrosion He wasn`t to know that one of those boys Was to be an explorer within his prime A fishermans tale of fascination employs Sir Walter Raleigh had served sublime Tobacco and Potatoes his cargo of joys All from a fishermans tale of that time.  The Boyhood of Raleigh - John Everett Millais, ----- Classic Willpower Frustration of a poet that cannot find Within emptiness on an unwritten page So deep inside he shall destroy with rage Dark shades of grey from a troubled mind Shalt follow his thoughts of another kind He writes with passion of a futuristic age Of imprisoned sentences locked in a cage That had rendered him before to be blind. Finally he escapes for his muse to survive And pens a vivid picture from deep within It is then his imagination begins to thrive He knew in his mind he should finally win When his play with words ventures alive Determination of will may dwell therein.  ----- Daphne and Apollo When warm and gentle breezes blew a kiss Whispering softly of love,true love divine Spirits soar high while lovers limbs entwine Desires anew upon a sensual touch of bliss; Creating precious memories to reminisce Cherished hearts of love cannot be blind Both spirit and soul eternally combined This unconditional love shalt always exist; There shalt be no barriers, none whatever For love shines true through loving eyes In mists of time they shall belong together; Upon waves may this passion ebb and rise To be locked in desirous dreams forever Where spirits combine loves memory lies.  Apollo and Daphne - Waterhouse ----- Eternal Star Her spirit arose upon the dead of night From a dark earthen tomb where she lay That glides past angels of mercy that pray To reach for the star that shone so bright Deep emotions within gave way to insight For this was the time and the hour of day That a pledge of love had shown the way When spirits of death shall again re-unite Far within the universe from earth below That sparkles deep within two lovers eyes Thro' eternity passions of love shall show For what had fallen shall once again rise And an eternity of love may forever flow There upon the brightest star in the skies.  ----- La Masquerade Dance to the music of the masquerade Within deep refrains of a classical cello Of bow and strings defined so mellow. The finest orchestral musicians played Within steps of dance that promenade Midst painted illusions of artiste Angelo Of shades of green and purple or yellow Marks the scene of this masked charade That pirouette to a concerto of ballet Swirls of ribbons upon a painted mask Blending perfection to the artists pallet Soft the refrains of sweet rose damask That melts within twirls of a pirouette May be more that the audience shall ask.  The Philosopher - Rembrandt ----- The Letter She chose to be alone within a quiet spot To read the words of love he had written Within her heart she remained smitten What he had in store she knew not what But had prayed for the love of Sir lancelot Though she knew she would ne-er befitten His words of love had her soft as a kitten Was she to ignore the attention she sought. She held his letter so close to her breast Thoughts of his love were growing so hazy Maybe lovers would better when blessed For passions of ecstasy shall never be lazy His letter of love she shall again digest Shall it be he or she that may act crazy.  ----- Monsters Return Folk say there is a monster within Loch Ness Who dwells on the foot of the deep lochs floor If there is one may be there should be more Some folk that have seen her say never the less Mayhaps she has a mate to love and caress They might both breed within Scottish shore Who knows what ever else they may have in store If this is true then this world they shall impress Prehistoric monsters have since disappeared But maybe they were only biding their time For many more can be nurtured and reared If Nessy and her mate remains within prime Now Scotlands monsters shall never be feared When profits are made from a penny or dime.  ----- Moon Shadows Deep within an imaginative status of mind Betwixt shades of grey within a moons light Shadows silently haunt the darkened night Moonlight within a hazy mist of a scary kind When sanity of composure is hard to find For a dark silhouette shall never be bright Tricks of shade become hindered of sight As the outcome of fear begins to unwind Consciousness of being completely alone With silence of breath devoid of all sound Fear of a nightmare shalt forever be shown When shades of darkness plagues the ground Within wrestless sleep of nightmares prone When fear of darkness shall ever be found.  ----- The Philosopher Deep in thought within a darkened room Silently contemplates a mind of his own He who hath been a philosopher known A gifted centurian within a silenced tomb He who returns from an earth clad womb With a gifted foresight once unbeknown And prophesized the great storm of doom Within prediction wilder winds had blown He climbed the steps of a spiral staircase Reaching out t'wards the heavens above The stars of fortune passed by at a pace T'wards the light flew the wings of a dove Upon which life after death had taken place. He held forth his arms to the glory of love.  The Philosopher - Rembrandt ----- Sailors Three Within half of a wrinkled walnut shell Three little sailors had sailed the sea Upon pretend oceans of rainfall free The gutter of water served them well Three little sailors with shanties to tell They sang the emotions of sailors three Upon their creation from a walnut tree Surfed upon waves of the oceans swell How there images of play were as real Simple yet daring upon a creative mind What wonders these sailors must feel Upon a journey taken of a daring kind That had mastered the art of the reel Whenever there was fish there to find.  The Philosopher - Rembrandt ----- Wind of Wisdom It is here I first saw them with both eye's At first I thought it was a sign from past That sailed the waters of ancestors last But I listened to the great wind of sigh's Do not take heed of a stranger that lies For they shall trap you in nets they cast The herbs that feed all shall wither fast While your buffalo herd shall surely die Take heed the ancient words of wisdom Let drums beat loud thro'out your land Send them back to their far off kingdom For past generations of your Indian band Speak of a truth that is spoken seldom Listen to the great wind and understand.  back to list |
Jem FarmerTo fall in love is simply letting go Permit the heart to reach the brighter skies No longer asking for where’s, how’s and why’s And close the doors on darker things we know It's not simple to let these feelings flow To walk away from those historic sighs And follow the new way destiny flies Accepting truth of love must be on show. The gazing eyes that ignite as they meet That love demands, there can be no denial As footsteps falter to the rhythmic beat Yet eyes can gaze for hours upon a smile As shrouds of hurt slip silent in defeat This art of loving once again worthwhile.  ----- Hidden Thirst Each night I kiss your eyes before I sleep Across the miles in shards of silver light The feather kisses that whisper good night A gentle touch to shield my passions deep Unsaid words of love within the heart steep The love that yearns to feel the warm respite In that embrace where our senses ignite You stole my heart as yours alone to keep. But can you know how much my soul burns And lingers in the realms of one place where One single thought can deftly swirl and churn As in my torrid dreams I meet you there The hidden thirst for the sweet love sauternes In ev'ry kiss I place on night-time air.  ----- Morning Song The sun slowly rose in the eastern skies As I felt the breath of love gently dawn The whispered word to say my heart's reborn Whene're I hear her call in passion's sighs As the sun sets to mark the day’s demise I need not feel lost, alone nor forlorn For like the breath that took the early morn I see that love is drawn within her eyes. Desire once locked away so deep inside Cannot be bound or concealed anymore One kiss released my heart to swiftly glide Like cascading silk pools upon the floor For love has reached out to where souls collide In deep desire that is forevermore.  Cupid and Psyche - Lionel Noel Royer ----- Night Echoes Last night I heard you walking in the hall And felt my rapid pulse quiver and quake The moment nerves began to softly shake In the silence came the voice of love’s call. Last night I felt love enchant and enthral As senses quivered to gently awake And left my heart open for you to take Amid the want that is passion’s befall. Yet old fears raged in memories of pain Those spite fuelled words that dragged me to the floor In darkness doubts surface; a cold steel chain A war cry that is love’s hungered encore Empowered dreams return to chance again Released my heart is free to love you more.  back to list |
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