2012 Poetry Form Challenge

#04 Terza Rima Sonnet

The Italian form Terza Rima was of indefinite length, using three-line stanzas or tercets. The original sonnet version is simply four, three line stanzas and ends with a couplet that links back to the first stanza.

Although purists state all sonnets should be Iambic Pentameter, any meter or line length may be used, as long as all the lines are of the same length and meter.
The rhyme scheme is that line 2 of each stanza rhymes with lines 1 and 3 of the following stanza, creating an interlocking pattern. In the final stanza, both lines rhyme with line 2 of the preceding tercet.

The Terza Rima sonnet has the following rhyme scheme,
A1. b. A2... b. c. b... c. d. c... d. a. d... A1. A2.

Sweet Thunder

Such sweet, heavenly thunder as we kiss
My heart pounding loudly thumping
As our mouths unite in heavenly bliss.
Such sweet thunder, your heart beating
As our hands explore the pulsing heat
Pressing wildly against me throbbing
Uniting, filling, moving to the loving beat
Eyes half lidded as my hands caress you
Thrusting hard against me, bodies meet
Whimpering, crying as tremors run through
Hugging closely through descending hotness
Hearts still beating, beating, loving, true
Such sweet, heavenly thunder as we kiss
As our mouths unite in heavenly bliss.

Ryter Roethicle
Although the closure is often a repeat of the first stanza couplet, from the 19th Century began to ignore this repeat and whilst Robert Frost repeated the first line and rhyme in "Aquainted with the Night", Shelley just terminated with a couplet linked to the previous stanza, as shown below;

The emphasis should always be that there are 14 united lines as per sonnet requirements. If it is presented having the appearance of a 14 line Terza Rima, then it will remain a Terza Rima, NOT a sonnet. This rule also applies to any other form of sonnet.

Ode to the West Wind.

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintery bed
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill:
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!

Percy Bysshe Shelley


Terza Rima Sonnet Challenge Replies

Maryse Achong

A Little Gratitude
Clarity
End Product
Saying Goodbye
So Long Cousin

Kathy Anderson

Online
Thankful for Dreams

Troost Avenue

Love's Sweet Dance

Divena Collins

Cobblers Daughter
Eternal Flame
First Cuckoo of Spring
Maidens Pledge
Phantom Muse
Plaisir d'amour
Requiem
Spirits of Ancestors
Time Never Waits
Youth Sweet Youth
Woodland Echoes

Jem Farmer

Cyber Life
Frightened Child
Nightingales Song

Ryter Roethicle

Believe in Dragons
Desirous Streams
Enchantment
Extempore
Freedom
Gaining Sense
How Stupid
Humpty Dumpty
In Another Place
Joy at Dusk
Love's Pain
Rain in the Bush
Thanks Be
Why

Leny Roovers

Dusk
First Snow
Hazy Shades
Obscuring the Light
Reflection
Weaving II
You XXII
You XXIII

Dana Rowe

Electorate Somnambulant

Ryter and Divena

Voyeur Fuel
Inspirations of Love

The First Time 1
The First Time 2



Maryse Achong

A Little Gratitude Goes a Long Way

A little gratitude goes a long way,
And best of all it does not cost a cent,
Even if we expend it every day.
But there are some it seems who are hell bent
On hoarding it, they keep it well concealed,
And use it only for a big event.
Like a malaise that moves farther afield
The lack of it spreads like a wild fire,
Leaving wounds that sometimes are never healed.
Results can be devastating, dire
And even if they fin'lly go away
They leave a trail of muck, a quagmire.
It's worth the while to go out of our way
To give thanks for our blessings every day.

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Clarity

A little gratitude goes a long way,
And best of all it does not cost a cent,
Even if we expend it every day.
But there are some it seems who are hell bent
On hoarding it, they keep it well concealed,
And use it only for a big event.
Like a malaise that moves farther afield
The lack of it spreads like a wild fire,
Leaving wounds that sometimes are never healed.
Results can be devastating, dire
And even if they fin'lly go away
They leave a trail of muck, a quagmire.
It's worth the while to go out of our way
To give thanks for our blessings every day.

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End Product

I am who I am, no more and no less,
No frills, no facades, I am simply me…
And what that means is anybody's guess.
Life is too short so I just want to be
In a place where my spirit is serene
Where both my mind and my heart are carefree.
I've had my share of joy and sorrow; been
Raised up and beaten down in many ways,
Have often languished somewhere in between.
I've enjoyed perfect nights and glorious days,
Have known the darkness of despair, distress,
For all of these I give Him thanks and praise.
I am just me, nothing more nothing less,
A patchwork made of many parts I guess.

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Saying Goodbye

I really hate having to say goodbye,
I suffer when friends or family leave,
And each time I feel a small part of me die.
Sometimes for months I get a sweet reprieve,
And nobody has to go anywhere,
And I'm happier than you would believe.
But there are times when I am in despair,
So many farewells I am overcome
By sadness; and perhaps my greatest fear
Is that we will never meet again. Some
Say 'that's life, there's no reason to cry;'
Somehow that does not help me feel less glum.
Three times in two days I have said goodbye,
With each one I felt a small part of me die.

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So Long Cousin

She lived her life according to her laws
And she danced to the beat of her own drum;
She was not one to run away from wars,
With her there was no simple 'rule of thumb'.
A cutting wit she used on one and all
Her unsuspecting victims oft left dumb.
She'd dust herself off, get up when she'd fall.
A warrior who often marched alone
Perhaps because she heard the battle call;
But despite this her heart was not of stone
Her bitee were so much softer than her roars,
Yet she suffered the wounds from missiles thrown.
Her life reflected her own codes and laws,
She was not one to run away from wars

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Kathy Anderson

Online

A cuppa tea in front of the PC,
I sip as fingers trip over keyboard
To log on to my Facebook games and see
Who has posted the last request to hoard?
More items than any grocery list,
Checking wall feeds I spy the Tir, must load
That page from the Url link at last,
But never last on my mind, always there,
So there I linger for into. To cast
My writers spell at last for muse to share
And share she will in cyber land of free
Connections, though we pay the Pipers care,
A cuppa tea in front of the PC,
I sip as fingers trip over keyboard.

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Thankful for Dreams

It is the dream that makes thankful our soul
For golden moments of burning thoughts told
Meaning nothing other than to extol
For sun filled days that come to let unfold
New beginnings, new life, new dreams, new themes,
All within our minds, becomes whats beheld.
New moon signals times we must have new schemes
Undertake the path that lets our walk weave
A tapestry of landscapes by fleme...
Perchance we'll change from blue to green, like leaves
On the branches, across our paths stroll,
Hearthrug of comfort and luck, we believe
It is the dream that makes thankful our soul
Meaning nothing other than to extol.
You are my rainbow as Sun meets sky's tears,
You are the wind that blows away my fears..

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Troost Avenue

Love's Sweet Dance

Sadly have our ways been parted,
My heart now wanders with no home,
In a lonely world uncharted.
How much longer must it roam?
Will the future bring me comfort,
Much needed consolation?
From this sorrow my eyes avert,
Apply the balm of love’s sedation.
It is with hope I softly pray,
That destiny will soon provide
Someone who asks my heart to stay
And with theirs forever to reside.
Might you that someone be perchance?
Come, join with me in love’s sweet dance.

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Divena Collins

Cobblers Daughter

Alone I stood on the green rivers bank
Where the river waters flow calmly still
I spied you with another my heart sank
Close by the old wheel of a water mill
But I was only a poor Cobblers daughter
Down the tear drops flow against my will
Like a lamb I was led to the slaughter;
'Twas yesterday you said you loved me
To meet you by the calm rivers water
How when so happy could I not agree
Only having purest honours to thank
I had wished you would set them free
Alone I stood on the green rivers bank
I spied you with another my heart sank.



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Eternal Flame

Oh plaintive verse that captures loves desire
Pledge much of warmth that linger`d within
That quench flames of love from satans fire
How canst the wanton pleasures speak of sin
When lovers gaze openly with loving eyes
How canst love be the cause of much chagrin
To taunt affections would be most unwise
Parting of the ways may cause so much pain
A misfortune that should never need to arise
Past times shall forever be with them again
Sweeter than memories past years inspire
True lovers hearts shall then forever remain
Oh plaintive verse that captures loves desire
That quench flames of love from satans fire.



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First Cuckoo of Spring

I long to listen to the cuckoo in the spring
Before the sun doth fade the morning dew
So sweetly she serenade`s upon the wing
An enchanting awakening of dawns debut
So long she hath slept the cold winter long
Never that season did she come into view
Only in Spring she may sing a sweet song
Upon leafy boughs of young nestling trees
There she abides until her young are strong
Spring is the season of the gentlest breeze
Where the new barley sheaves are growing
There shall her young then abide with ease
I long to listen to the cuckoo in the Spring
So sweetly she serenade`s upon the wing.



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Maidens Pledge

Begone my Lord upon thy milk white steed
Silence be thy sweetened false tongue
Thy presence ne-er be comfort to my needs
Many times I hath heard thy sad song sung
I shalt suffer not of falsehood affections
For Oft` t`wards thy sweet pledges clung
Within dire need of a safe protection
Lest my pure maideness shalt ne-er remain
Thou being a Lord of so many attractions
I hath pledged thy respects to restrain
And trusted thou shalt honour this deed
For I shalt ne-er be thy maid to entertain
Begone my Lord upon thy milk white steed
Thy presence ne-er be comfort to my needs.



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Phantom Muse

I guide my quill gently upon an empty page
What words shalt escape deep within my mind
Composed by telepathy from a bygone sage
Of an olde English verse that he wrote in kind
How canst this be, his spirit hath chosen me
For I am ne-er the most poetical one to find
I knoweth not what my composure shalt be
Or what muse hath scattered within my brain
Yet within my heart I know he shall be free
To release those poetic passions once again
Frustrations of a master, perished from age
Who composed this final sonnet to maintain
I guide my quill gently upon an empty page
Composed by telepathy from a bygone sage.



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Plaisir d'amour

Much pleasure entranced O' joyous bliss
Within thy voice of precious words spoken
Thy senses of touch shalt ne'er go amiss
So shalt passions therein remain thy token
Such joy within hearts that beat so fast
Heavenly love thy warmth hath awoken
Misted eyes that speaks of feelings cast
Tenderness the gifts of love hath shown
Such special memories within the past
A passion that only true lovers hath known
Memories that began with one loving kiss
Within that embrace this wonder hath grown
Much pleasure entranced O' joyous bliss
Thy senses of touch shalt ne'er go amiss.



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Requiem

I shall walk down the path of the lonely
Where nobody then had ventured to go
Leaving fond memories behind me only
Of the life that I ventured to know
Within the natural waters of streams
I shall bathe deep within a gentle flow
It shall be my final request of a dream
To be silently at one there with nature
Soft gentle breezes shall be my requiem
Where I shall find perfection of stature
It is there I shalt lay my head finally
Praying for the beauty of all creatures
I shall walk down the path of the lonely
Leaving fond memories behind me only.



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Spirits Of Ancestors

Dark is the tomb devoid of all light
Dank is the odour of the acrid earth
Eternally nocturnal forever is night
Ne-er the sound of a silenced breath
Non recollection of images or names
Within this ancient chamber of death
Never a survivor of kin that reclaims
Crumbling caskets of an ancient past
Tho` years of exposure still remains
But spirits of death forever recast
Mystery enshrouds a future insight
Of spirits arisen once more at last
Dark is the tomb devoid of all light
Eternally nocturnal forever is night.



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Time Never Waits

She waited alone beneath the bowers
Where she and her lovers soon to meet
But time never waits whilst past the hour
When the courting was then incomplete
Why must a maiden suffer harassment
Had she not vowed to much discreet
To avoid the scandal of embarrassment
Why must a maiden be treated as such
To be subjected to this hurt and torment
Within her heart she does love him much
But now as she stood amidst the flowers
All she ever craved was to feel his touch
So she waited alone beneath the bowers
But time never waits whilst past the hours.



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Woodland Echoes

Echos of music `neath the woodlands bowers
Where a cellist composed her haunting refrain
Amidst the glades of sweet earthened flowers.
Passions for emotion they could ne-er contain,
For her tones inspired all inhabitants around
Faeries, and nymphs within natures domain.
Whose beautiful voices were hitherto found.
Like mystical angels as they sung her song
They gathered around her enchanting sound
A choral fantasy both passionate yet strong
That envy`s leaves within woodland showers
Within this concerto where her passions belong.
Echoes of music `neath the woodland bowers
Amidst the glades of sweet earthened flowers.



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Youth Sweet Youth

Oh youth sweetest youth wherefore art thy now
She who skipped merrily within golden fields
Devoid of deep furrowed lines upon thy brow
Cherishing this youth`fore harsh winter yields,
Oh joyous days beneath a warm summer sky
Where warmth of passions tenderly reveals
Precious dreams of her love embraces nigh;
Upon rippling waters his image she admires
A special moment that glows within his eye
Awakens her senses, for `tis she he inspires
Such tender kisses with soft caresses endow
What heaven and earth moves shall ne-er expire
Oh youth sweetest youth wherefore art thy now
Devoid of deep furrowed lines upon thy brow.



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Jem Farmer

Cyber Life

Each morning sipping coffee while I look,
Reviewing messages left in email,
One click to check out life on my Facebook.
A friend in Oz is sharing a sweet tale,
No longer taking two weeks by snail-post,
Instantly old letters begin to pale,
A social existence but what is the cost?
No love letters tied with ribbons of red,
A way of life now seems to have been lost.
The world is quiet, words no longer said,
A text message has replaced a quick call,
An alien tongue now spelt as it is read.
Each morning sipping coffee while I look,
One click to check out life on my Facebook.

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Desirous Streams

Those nights disturbed by dreams of passion’s touch,
Her lips the rose inspiring gentle sighs,
That break the fear my heart demands too much.
The essence of her breast wears no disguise,
As pulses echo in love’s tender kiss,
In this desire there is no compromise.
Should darker fears then create an abyss,
Denying senses the wonder of dreams,
Can one simple touch save a soul from this?
For love is blessed by the moon’s silver beams,
When lovers seek the beauty found amid
The joining of souls in desirous streams.
Those nights disturbed by dreams of passion’s touch,
That break the fear my heart demands too much.

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The Frightened Child

The bruises hidden from accusing eyes,
When self-esteem becomes a frightened child,
No one to hear the solitary cries.
The broken heart no longer calls the wild,
Instead, it stares with emotionless sight,
For love and passion have been left defiled.
A spirit wanders alone in the night,
Not daring to turn round and look behind,
But now is the time it must stand and fight.
With inner strength, bring vision to the blind,
To leave the broken promises and lies,
Thus taking back the heart, the soul and mind,
From bruises hidden by accusing eyes,
The tears have gone, replaced by joyful cries.

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Nightingale's Song

The nightingale that sings in Dundee's air,
she fills my darkness with the sweetest sound,
and lures me from my solitude with care.
In whispered touch my heart she's tightly bound,
releasing me from benighted twilight,
with melodies of light the Earth she's crowned.
Damask petals fall, as she walks, invite,
her lips to curl and smile as she lays claim,
the lost heartbeat that is her prize tonight.
This shrew that squeals no man can surely tame,
but lady sings of love to meet my dare,
and harmony and rhythm light my flame.
The nightingale that sings in Dundee's air,
and lures me from my solitude with care.

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Ryter Roethicle

Believe In Dragons

Believe in dragons, so that they may live again.
The time is ripe now that we may live a fantasy
For cannot fantasy and reality be the same?
Cannot we believe and see what we want to see
For dragon lore was once the part of norm.
Amidst our deepest dreams the dragons be.
Lording over land and sea, the golden gentle form
Magic helped the reigned lord to keep his control,
Knightly lore was blackest deed and truth was torn
Evil deeds and wicked tricks caused this to boil
Dragons slaughtered and lied about to evils gain
Causing this wondrous beast to hide from all.
Believe in dragons, so that they may live again.
For cannot fantasy and reality be the same?



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Enchantment

Long ago when the world was young
Enchantment spread by Angel's wings
Sprinkling magic dust along the way
As cherubs raise their voice and sings
Maggie Cusick


Very long ago when the world was young
Enchantment was spread by Angel's wings
Stories were passed by bards poems sung.
Faeries danced merrily round moonlit springs
Sprinkling their magic dust along the way
To refrains played on those bardic strings.
Then in time some faeries learned to play
All the cherubs raised their voices and sang
And sang and sang until the break of day.
Around the world and back their voices rang
Mankind then thought a new wind had sprung
Adding to that choir the early men also sang.
Very long ago when the world was young
Stories were passed by bards poems sung.



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Extempore

Only in our dreams can we create our Heaven
But would that Heaven we've created be perfect,
Or with our basest thoughts be interwoven?
In time like other toys begin to show neglect
Then in time be cast aside for other things
Where instead of veneration show disrespect!
Some akin it to be like the palaces of kings,
With feasts and orgies and other forms of delight
Where servants pass around fluttering their wings
Whist! Listen! Can you feel that horrible draught
Of empty spaces created by those desires uneven?
Proving that on the whole what we want is daft!
Only in our dreams can we create our Heaven
Where with our basest thoughts be interwoven?



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Freedom

The sounds of the captured city wakens me
Even before dawn, slaves hasten to the wills
Of invisible masters that state what shall be.
But I ignore that noise, and slumbers skills
Erase what pain they caused, and eases my mind
Finding myself again among Avalon's hills.
I appreciate how my dreams are being kind,
But will cast them aside and join the slaves
That are considered to be normal mankind.
Now I hear the traffic going past in loud waves
As I go about my morning rites feeling free
Realising that they are digging early graves
The sounds of the captured city have woken me
But I have no masters that state what shall be.



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Gaining Sense

There was 25 of us sat there listening taking notes
A one thousand word essay be presented next week
To every statement we were to reference the quotes.
Ten pages of hand written script, no task for the weak
And I preferred a fountain pen, no slack Biro's for me
I was taught by Jesuits and proud of my "Italique".
Ten pages later and at least another wasted tree
I had my paper ready after hours of steady work
And this is what caused me to buy my first PC.
About an hour it took them, I felt a stupid jerk
Ten hours of write and rewrite for my work of art;
The next few months and finals made me smirk.
No late nights spent penning, tearing myself apart
Instead a Dip (Tech) Teaching, I'd finally gotten smart.

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How Stupid

How stupid! What kind of fool am I
That when I tell you that I love you
I should expect a movement of your eye
Your heartbeat to give a single clue
When I tell you what you need to hear
A few simple words to lift my blue
Commit to love there's naught to fear
To tell my lover of my love so strong
Oh that moment waited will never near
Faint heart in love was ever wrong
To stand and wish and merely sigh
In my foolish mood I wait too long
How stupid! What kind of fool am I
I should expect a movement of your eye.



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Humpty Dumpty

I was not meant to sit on a wall
But it was you who put me there.
I did not wish to have this fall.
I believed when you said you care
And said I loved you in return
But now my shell is broke and bare.
There is no help in which to turn
So I must put myself together.
Another lesson I have to learn.
And any senses I can gather
Curious about life and love and all
Is uncertain like the weather.
I was not meant to sit on a wall
I did not wish to have this fall.



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In Another Place

In another place, in some other time
Beyond our reach is a land of fantasy
A perfect place with a perfect clime.
Where all our hopes and wishes to be
And all we scheme and wish and dare
Live there only in our dreams to see
And every night they're waiting there
For us to see again refreshed and new
A kaleidoscope of life's rich fare.
Our bodies perfect, strong and true
No lust and hunger to satisfy
A land of love where all's true blue
So each night as on your bed you lie
Why not relax and let your cares go by.



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Joy at Dusk

As I sit here, the day is ending for me
The sun has gone behind the hills to sleep
The day's been all and more I wanted it to be.
As it settled I watched the shadows creep
Hearing the birds settle in each cosy nest
Watching the moon over the eastside creep.
It makes me certain how well we are blessed
This cool, late summer night bringing respite
From working days where some are stressed
Too soon suns rays will show again his might
For now leaving us with subtle mental energy
And for a while sleep comfortable at night.
Because finally the day is ending for me
And it's been all and more I wanted it to be.



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Loves Pain

How often do we punish the one we love?
Words said in heat, more poison than a snakes
Pouring out pure venom from above.
Then with the morning our conscience shakes
Wishing that we could pull back every word
And repair the scars and fix heartbreaks.
But our loved one says "don't be absurd"
"I forgive", but in her voice you hear the pain,
But from her tone, something else is heard.
She quickly turns away, and hides again
You reach for her and take her in your arms
It's when you turn her to you, you see the strain
Behind her smile, but know there's no harm,
That can't be fixed by this woman's charms.



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Rain in the Bush

The rain sounds so different here
Not strident, with insensitive calls,
But clean and pure and oh so clear.
Singing through the leave as it falls,
No one complains about being wet through
The forest sounds like empty halls.
The breeze it brings, scented and new
No stench from roads where diesels pound
Or poisonous smoke from factory flue.
The raindrops gently seep into the ground
It does not stagnate in puddles austere
Where rather disgusting smells abound
The rain sounds so different here
So clean and pure and oh so very clear.



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Thanks Be

It began with a hug, and then in time we kissed,
Staying like that a while as our friendship grew
Enjoying the days of meeting, hating days missed
At once the sun brightened, and sky more blue
Your eyes reflected more like stars at midnight
And I fell even deeper in love with you.
So life went on each day even more delights
Where you became a treasure I guarded so well
You were my lady, a queen, I was your knight
Then in time you told me about your hell
I will not step back, regardless of what exists
You are evermore the lady I now know so well.
Beginning with a hug, and then in time we kissed,
Enjoying the days we meet, regretting those missed.



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Why

Why does the wind howl so loud at night
When all the world is locked in slumber
Or seemingly to have fled in fright?
The streets all empty, damp and sombre
Contrasting colours merely white and black
With yellow street lamps turning puddles umber.
Why do night creatures prowl a relentless track
Leaving nothing safe in their search for food
And seeking unwary victims to attack?
Dark alleys breed festering deeds of no good
That are storing the mortal sins of mankind
In garbage cans that hide hypocrisy and falsehood.
Why when it is darkest is it most unkind
Making hours of thought swirling in the mind?


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Leny Roovers

Dusk

As evening sky glows soft in shades of peach,
a far-off plane climbs through her pastel bands;
she blushes pink, when touched by wings' wide reach.
A last embrace of sun draws purple strands
across the sky, now dressed in paler tones,
while night envelops her in his cool hands.
Wind brings a pearl-grey blanket as he moans;
exhaust of a new plane draws golden lines-
I think of falling stars, as day atones.
Each finely pencilled line is heaven's sign
of light within the darkest hour of night;
sent down from high above, from spheres divine.
Tall branches slowly dance, stirred by wind's breath,
while in the western sky, today finds death..

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First Snow

Within thick layers of pregnant, heavy clouds,
November sun still sleeps on Sunday morn;
angels are waking up, remove night's shrouds.
They fluff up pillows, one of those is torn
and on the world below, fresh snowflakes fall,
as soft as angels' feathers, they adorn
dull autumn grey, with sparkles that enthrall.
The world is slowly painted white, trees' leaves
bend with the weight as snow on earth still sprawls.
Birds have stopped feeding, hide under the eaves
and watch how growing flakes drape caps on crowds
of playing children, scooping snow on sleeves.
Beneath thick layers of snow producing clouds,
folks are laughing as crystals replace shrouds.

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Hazy Shades

In winter winds can warmth of spring be far,
as snowflakes dance on air in morning light,
the gasp of frost released an icy star.
The fields lie quilted 'neath the powdered white,
its beauty taking breaths of mist from me,
a veil of wonder greets the solstice sprite.
The Earth is dressed in winter drapery,
from stump and stack to heavy laden limb,
where birdsong echoes from the vale and tree,
to smoky clouds from chimneys softly skim,
with footprints stepping through this white domain
the chitter-chat flows from the cottage rim.
For destiny awaits my lady Jayne,
beyond ice glaze of window's frosty pane.

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Obscuring the Light

Dark forces threaten to put out world's light,
installing fear and mistrust in our minds;
with eager fingers, shadows spread more night.
In blind attack man's sanity unwinds-
as children cry and women die, flames roar;
we watch the fallen bodies, left behind.
Black hands of killers shroud life we adore,
in sheets of ugly fanaticism's deeds,
while freedom is cut down in bloodied gore.
Vile acts of murder breed like crawling weeds
across most continents, extend their blight-
the world needs love, to neutralize bad seeds.
As shadows try to strangle just that love,
the souls of fallen victims rise above.

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Reflection

Within the vastness of my silent mind
I listen to your name and feel its beat.
In rhythm with my breath, it's you I find-
in quiet solitude I am complete.
It's like a balm on a before sore wound,
when thoughts and worries finally retreat.
Your silence keeps my inner ears attuned;
in harmony I take your offered hand
and step by step, mind's garden thus is pruned.
The clarity you give helps understand
why patterns of my life sometimes repeat;
remaining in your peace loosens tight bands.
Within the vastness of my silent mind,
in rhythm with my breath, it's you I find.

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Weaving

With subtle threads I weave you in life's cloth,
into my softest skin- in patterned themes;
on love's pure loom I redesign my troth.
From each bright band of rainbow's coloured beams,
I'll take a strand to twine around heart's strings-
in shining cords of constant, living dreams.
From filaments of both our souls' white wings
I'll weave the finest down into love's mould-
and dusk's pink cloud, I'll spin in magic rings.
Clear crystal of wept tears will mark each fold,
translucent as thin wings of newborn moths;
cloth's borders I will seam with leaves of gold.
With subtle threads I weave you in life's cloth-
on love's pure loom I've redesigned my troth.

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You XXII

You are my rainbow as Sun meets sky's tears,
You smile in tall white clouds above dark grey;
You are the wind that blows away my fears.
To you I'm coming home at end of day,
in you I am reborn on peaceful shore-
with you my flowers shine in love's bouquet.
I see you in birds' flight on highest soar,
I hear you in merle's song before night falls;
I feel your soothing arms in dreams' rapport.
Each day you answer to my every call,
my ears have grown attuned to hear your spheres-
together we'll dissolve that final wall.
You are my rainbow as Sun meets sky's tears,
You are the wind that blows away my fears.

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You XXIII

You are fresh water when my throat is dry
and you're the juicy sweetness in each fruit;
You are the vastness of a clear blue sky.
You are in towering clouds as storms pursuit
and you're in crystal snowflakes' magic fall;
You are the guide who knows the safest route.
In trusting you, I'll follow when you call,
You help me listen to that inner voice,
You show the path that leads beyond mind's wall.
In you I realize my final choice,
let go of life's attachments without sighs-
you bring acceptance, in which I rejoice.
You are the moon that lights my darkest night,
Your peaceful sight removes each nightmare's fright.

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Dana Rowe

Electorate Somnambulant

The hypocrites are full of seething wind
and promising to give us all relief,
yet no real territory do defend.
With sound and fury bandy their motif
a cobbling of lies and verbal sleights of hand
pirate those unawares within their beliefs.
On politics, stamp their greedmongers' brand;
maneuver elections for their control:
the vote entrapped beneath party command!
Their banners flung above the nation's soul,
this lust for power seats their greatest sin.
Nation's loss impossible to console;
Such hypocrites are full of seething wind,
yet no real territory do defend.



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Ryter and Divena


Art by Vladimire Kush

Voyeur Fuel

My lover wears a smile that the angels envy
Her eyes sometimes brown, or green, or grey,
Her looks the wish that others want to be.
Some stop and talk and pass the time of day
Then realising she will never be theirs
Shrug, apologise and reluctantly walk away.
Yet when we talk, I see her eyes and my cares
Are gone and my feeling towards her swell;
Because her eyes claim me, everything is hers.
She owns everything, my heart and soul as well
I was blind to love before and yet now I see.
In seeing her once more, I feel my spirit swell,
Because she is everything that the angels envy
And she is everything that others wish to be.

Response

Inspirations of Love

Words of love are written across the ocean.
Inspiration carried forth upon waves of a tide
Whispers of love with meaning and devotion
How could the scrolls of love ever be denied
When composed with such passions of art
Ne-er shalt deep oceans cast this love aside
Nor storms upon high waters keep them apart
Love shall survive those emotions of the sea
Intense devotion within both loving hearts
Tho'surfs of the ocean shall ne-er break free
Nor erase sweet sonnets of lovers emotion
Of feelings upon charts composed tenderly
Words of love are written across the Ocean
Whispers of love with meaning and devotion.


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First Time 1

It began with a hug, and then in time we kissed,
Staying like that a while as our friendship grew
Enjoying the days of meeting, hating days missed
At once the sun brightened, and sky more blue
Your eyes reflected more like stars at midnight
And I fell even deeper in love with you.
So life went on each day even more delights
Where you became a treasure I guarded so well
You were my lady, a queen, I was your knight
Then in time you told me about your hell
I will not step back, regardless of what exists
You are evermore the lady I now know so well.
Beginning with a hug, and then in time we kissed,
Enjoying the days we meet, regretting those missed.

Response

The First Time 2

When I saw your smile for the first time
And I felt the tender touch of your hand
I then knew you were meant to be mine
This feeling of love I could understand
Of the passions that linger deep within
But love at the start we never planned
Never gave it a thought we should begin
Excepting maybe within inward dreams
Where lovers fantasies linger therein
Rendering dreams to utmost extreme`s
Unto visions of this endless love divine
Sensing warmth within your arms serene
When I saw your smile for the first time
I then knew you were meant to be mine.



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