2012 Poetry Form Challenges

#08 Sonnetina Due



A most aptly named Sonnetina (Due - Two), (Ten line poem), perhaps the most obvious way to build any form would be by using couplets, and what is not appreciated is the ability to make each stanza stand alone on it's own merits.

There is no set meter or rhyme sceme for the couplets, but if couplets using Iambic petameter were used, the form could be called an "Heroic Due". Please note that whilst it is using couplets, it is intended as a ten line form.

Earthy Thoughts

A falling star streaks above the Earth
The trail behind it heralding its death.

The scent so strong speaks of its decay
And smells of all that winter takes away.

The ending that started the beginning
Is merely Fate sat at a wheel spinning

A rising star awakes across the Earth
A sight of wonder as the day gives birth.

The scent of freshness and new born life
Gives man hope for freedom from strife.

Ryter Roethicle


Sonnetina Due



Maryse Achong

Fast Forward
Forgive Me
My Good Shepherd

Kathy Anderson

Angus Sky
A Beautiful Life
Blue Visions
Bright Blue
Claustrophobic
Maid of Poetry
Stages

Terry Clitheroe

Alone With My Toolbox
As Rain Descends
Earthy Thoughts
Fire of Love
First Moon
I Am The Wind
Kisses Sweeter than Wine
New Mates
No-one Believes
Palestinian Truth
She comes deliciously
Silent Woods
Under Autumn Skies
Unequalled Wisdom
Unwanted Love
Waders in Wellington
Yesterdays Dreams

Divena Collins

Bardic Treasure
Bees Knee
Bird Without Wings
Devil Woman
Gift of Love
Golden Dreams
Imaginary Friend
Lady Orchard
Lord Franklin
Natures Study
Red Tears of Gold
Spirit of the Lake
Tree Spirit
Winds of Change

Lorainne Dafney

Little Things

Jem Farmer

Hummingbird's Orchard
The Mystery
Mystical Mountains
Setting Sun
Soul of a Raven
Spirit of a Child
War Crime

Iris K

Forecast

Bruce Henderson

The Flower

Maureen Moonchild

Beyond Doubt

Peggy Nelson

Ghost Train
Magical
Well I'll be damned

Leny Roovers

Listening
My Silent Lake
Love and Laughter
Pigeons
Spring
Spring garden
Tenderness
Watching

Dinah Serritelli

Sonnetina Due
The Need



Maryse Achong

Fast Forward

I sit alone and let my thoughts run wild,
I am a girl again, a happy child;
I am a teen, convinced I know it all,
A young woman caught up in love's first thrall.
Life's ups and downs assail me still I stand,
Though there are times I am on shifting sand.
The years have flown, that girl has gone away,
The woman I became is here today.

I know not what the future holds for me
But in His hands I place it willingly.

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Forgive Me

Pretty, successful, mother, wife,
A happy woman most would say,
Yet this woman took her own life
In a bizarre and tragic way.
"Forgive me," were the words she wrote,
A message to those left behind,
Stuck on her brakes, this little note;
What thoughts were going through her mind?
What grief so deep she could not share
Pain so intense she could not bear.

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My Good Shepherd

The Shepherd tends each member of his fold,
He warms them if they become lost, are cold.
He calls to each and every one by name
The old, infirm, the young, the strong, the lame.
He leads them to green pastures, there to feed,
And gives them rest and comfort when in need.
With crook and staff he keeps danger away,
And searches for each lamb that’s gone astray.
My Good Shepherd is real, no fantasy...
I know, for He’s been taking care of me.


Kathy Anderson

Angus Sky

The skies are full of bovines
Black and white or brown so fine,
Owls found the wind is greener
The land shining redder
Since cows passed by in a herd
Of dark black Angus that stirred
A storm of coal raining down
To mix upon this owl town
Who were want to tar-feather
Any trespassers in leather.


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A Beautiful Life

Into its warren dark and soft
Cotton tail down no need to keep aloft
Brown eyed doe nests safely with young,
Green glade door no predator has yet sprung
Under canopy of beautiful leaves
Each animal may there sigh with no heaves,
Quietly dozing or preening its hair
None could find better a niche from despair
Below the moon fair and fully glowing
True loveliness reflected from suns shining.


A Beautiful Life - Vladimir Kush

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Blue Visions

Through blue color glasses worlds implode
What was sunny bright becomes a black road
Into violet dusk of night and grey clouds
Covering up the means, sunlight enshrouds.
All that's gay and cheery swallowed by gloom
Midnight's come a calling to seek your doom,
Instead of hearts home you play to dead beats
Following the storms sky drips bloody sheets,
Torn apart lovers never discover
Peaceful dawns rosy merely blew over.

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Bright Blue

It was no accident I saw right blue stars
Somewhere in southern skies,
Homeward bound a heart you'd hold
Could claim the same dreams
Dare to hope that hope will stay.
It was no accident bright blue stars
I saw within clouds in your bright gaze,
These days would pass from grey
To bright blue azure above green waves
Great swells washing away fears instead.


Bright Blue - Vladimir Kush

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Claustrophobic

I cannot breath in the cleanest of air
For every one is measured lest we dare
Take more than our share of opiate dreams
Or perhaps it's that they're governed by reams,
The stacks that have all gone cyber storage
On data discs and who knows how much wage
Those nerds in D.C. receive to make it
All up and pass the next law to befit
This bogus land of freedom is no more
Than a new hell, religion may count score.

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Maid of Poetry

And it was at that age ~ poetry arrived
To sit upon my shoulders, bare of words
Whose letters became like gods own third eye
With an eye never to forget stressed chi,
Syllable for syllable music made
Into wine mulled a thousand years prevade
Era after era in pure decades thoughts,
My thoughts the reflection of Goddess
Born for the first time into Zeus's arms,
His strength being the gift to souls charms.



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Stages

Paint me a field of poppies in the hour
Of my awakening to deaths power,
The power of life clinging memories
A token of the past, preserved fresco's
Taken down with time whose colors I lost
The lost reconstructed in thoughts embossed
Like the fabric of a thousand more lives
Relived in imagination that gives
Credence to old ages yellow'd pages;
Even roses live on in new stages.


Daisey Games - Vladimir Kush

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Terry Clitheroe

Alone with my Toybox

Silent tears fall down my face
There is no one to understand my place.
It's a place of solitude with so much around.
Yet no-one would know just by the sound?
The beings there all lie sentient now
Uncared for, ignored, yet alive somehow.
Yes! Aware and alive and still with form
For what is memory but a previous norm?

Opening my toybox after all this time
I see memories covered in dust and grime.
Those within saw my look and my shame,
They knew of my life, I was not to blame.
I spoke with, Kanga, Wambi and Owly again,
Sat down with my friends, there was no strain.
So we sat and talked all through the night
By the following morn everything was right



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As Rain Descends

As rain descends from a sombre cloud
Hear it falling like an angry crowd
And from the grey morning as we arise
In a shower that caught us by surprise.
Half light now lights a land once proud
As rain descends from a sombre cloud.
Meanwhile birds sit quietly in their nests
Mother hens clutching chicks to their breasts
A strong wind picks up the grey shroud
As rain descends from a sombre cloud.



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Fire of Love

I am the smith and our love is the fire
Kissing stirs the coals and makes the flames higher
There are times when the heat becomes white hot
What it heats is oft times placed in a tempering pot
This often causes me to heavily perspire
A love that always gives us all that we require
Even when tamped there is still that warm glow
That leaves a feeling others vainly seek to know
What we have, others work hard at to aspire
I am the smith and our love is the fire.


Fiery Dance - Vladimir Kush

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First Moon

When she said "Love" the first time
There was trembling in her words.
I wished, "If only time came and went
Spent forever with her in my arms".
Looking at the beauty of the moon,
Kissing for always those tasty lips.
This peace and wonderment attained
I feel connected through space and time.
It is made all the more wondrous
Because I'm sharing it with her.


Astronomer - Vladimir Kush

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I am the Wind

I am the wind that whispers in the still of night,
Changing to the winter gale that hastens flight.
Making the rain dance softly against the window,
Freezing the earth and turning rain into snow.
Inducing horizontal ice arrows to nip and bite
That in the shelter of home causes skin to shine.
Gazing out you see the entity that is part of me,
Know that his conceit is only what I permit to be.
Living proof that man is subject to my will,
And that in time, he will have to pay the bill.


Spirit Flight - Josephine Wall

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Kisses Sweeter Than Wine

She comes deliciously after wine
See her in peace, see her divine.
Laying there smiling in love I know
And all her beauty in that afterglow
I watch her sleep, see her content
Knowing that to me she's meant.
How brave to say that she is mine
I know she is tastier than any wine.
I am content to be part of her serenity
And of the afterglow created by she.


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New Mates

If I tell you a secret will you tell me one,
Two secrets shared alone under the sun?
I promise not to tell, if you confide in me,
Whisper in my ear let it drift out to sea.
Bare your heart and I'll bare my soul,
Let me love you from within, make us whole.
I'll sing you a song I'll write you a sonnet
We'll lie on my bed and make love upon it.
Your head on my shoulder, true love will cling
My lips on your lips as our bodies now sing.


Centaur - Boris Vallejo

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No-one Believes

A lad and a lassie fell in love at the fair
Strangers at first, but in time, sae much maire.
Och aye, and she was bonny and fair of face
And he was handsome and his pulse did race.
So they wed and bided in their house together
She blossomed maire than flowers wi the heather.
In time bore bairns blue of eye and red of hair
But fate had controlled how they had met unaware.
Misery was never a thing that they knew
With the years all they touched happiness grew.

No-one believes good things can happen
Take time out, believe, leave your minds open.
Happily, Jock and Jess would strongly deny
And state strongly, misery is a corporate lie.
He would lift his kilt and show his arse
To think that such stupid beliefs could pass.
But Jess, a lady with much more aplomb
Would call gently over to her nearest son.
With a smile designed to light up humanity
You realise good things are what should be.


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Palestinian Truth

The tears she sheds are more than any tide
This new widow, who was a brand new bride.
For what fate gives she sometimes takes away
This young widowed lass, was a bride today.
But some people do not think as free as we
With some faiths believe mixing cannot be.
So the innocent pledge to lover forever
Made evil men state, "this can't happen EVER"
So she sits there weeping on the beach
Realising true love for now is out of reach.


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She comes deliciously

She comes deliciously after wine
See her in peace, see her divine.
Laying there smiling in love I know
And all her beauty in that afterglow
I watch her sleep, see her content
Knowing that to me she's meant.
How brave to say that she is mine
I know she is tastier than any wine.
I am content to be part of her serenity
And of the afterglow created by she.

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Silent Woods

I cannot cry to release my sorrow
Instead I shrug and wait the morrow.
There is nought left now but memory
And what is that, but what used to be.
Death is no lonely stranger to me now
Nor one with whom friendships grow.
Life is now a careful measure that I allow
And only rarely let my true feelings show.
In my solitude I can relive lost dreams
In silent woods no-one hears screams.


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Under Autumn Skies - For Syria

Under the early autumn half moon brought
Forth many promises but results are naught.
The ground is damp from assured treaty
Like a politicians kiss, just wet and empty.
The land's not angry with them, or their kin
And only seeks to release the pain within.
I want them to weep and release their pain
So that the world can all try to be one again.
But too much power will oppose the plan
And who will suffer in the end...just man.


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Unequalled Wisdom

The fairground that is life has many choices,
And equally speaking out, so many voices.
Do not laugh, do not sing, do not enjoy,
Those miserable bastards are not Gods envoy.
He says "Love thy neighbour, but not his wife"
That's a sure way he recons of causing strife
He says "Love thy neighbour, but not his Ass"
I could say something, but I won't be crass.
On the fairground that is life, enjoy all you can.
And equally avoid criticism by a religious man.

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Unwanted Love

What memories of spring do I recall
Too few to sate my desires at all
Or perhaps regret, and ignore the liars,
Early spring is when love lights her fires.
New found life is the same everywhere
Experiment, experience, find then care
And then forget or perhaps regret it all
Because of pain, not tried new love at all.
Now comes unhappy and a wish to forget,
Next is summer and a time for regret



Anticol - Vladimir Kush

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Waders in Wellington

How apt the name of the "Long White Cloud".
How true the vision of Wellington
That before he had heard of these "Fair Isles"
He created footwear to travel thereon.
Inelegant black, built for function only and
Totally shunned by the fashion paragon.
But need must when the Devil drives
And sensible footwear helps one survive
Please take me back before much longer
To shorts, and sun, and open footwear.



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Yesterdays Dreams

As I watch a leaf whilst sat under a tree
The wind is causing it to dance with glee
Pirouetting in the air like a ballet dancer
Possessed by the wind who’s a necromancer
Imagination given reign to a mystery
Yesterdays dreams seem to blow from me
Tomorrows like the leaf are still up in the air
And yet now I’m free, no longer do I care
No longer do I worry about uncertainty
As I watch a leaf whilst sat under a tree.



Construction Upstairs - Vladimir Kush

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Divena Collins

Bardic Treasure

I treasure forever an old book of rhyme
That bades me pleasures within my time
This book of verse that I treasure much
Tho' so olde and fragile I barely touch.
I praise the bard who owned this before
That fingered the pages to peruse of lore
Was it he or she that composed the prose
Or was it centuries ago and nobody knows
Of an old bard of whom ancient epics told
Upon yellowing leaves enfringed with gold.



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The Bees Knees

Pretty was the maiden with tresses of gold
Who dwelt in the magical woodland of old
And slumbered `neath the forestry trees
Oblivious to the buzz of the bumble bees
She never knew they were building a nest
A hive with honey that was to be the best
For they plaited and coiled her golden hair
And fashioned a beehive that all can share
The cosiest nest to be theirs then forever
Proud of the plans that had been so clever.

What would they do if the maiden awakens
Finding her tresses of gold had been taken
What of the honey within the hexagon mould
Mayhaps she wont mind if the truth be told
Why ever does she need a crowning glory
In years to come fashions will be history
Bees shall always be there to make honey
Maybe she will laugh and think its funny
That simple bees as ingenious such as us
Shall surprise all with as little as a buzz.



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Bird Without Wings

No words can ever express the hurt and pain
Nor shall a song make everything right again
Comfort can never console a bird that sings
Sadness and sorrow within his broken wings
Wild the wind that broke his flight in two
Yesterday his feelings were as good as new
Today he was injured by a thing called sport
As he tumbled down from his tree top fort
What heartless cruelty wrenched them apart
When they left his mate with a broken heart.



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Devil Woman

Black the sun has burned the sky
While deep in purgotary shall go I
In a dark abyss of wanton shame
The moon shall never be the same
Live to die within smouldering arms
Cannot escape those evil charms
Defense is low but hot with desire
Deep in the heat of a burning fire
A temptress of the darkened night
I shall dance with the devil tonight.

Unto this demon of wilful corrupt
Red hot ashes of sin shall erupt
Wild are the passions of fiery lust
Ashes are ashes as dust is to dust
Red is the fire that burns within hell
There is no return from an evil spell
Nor shall hot passion kindle the fire
I surrender completely with desire
A temptress of the darkened night
I shall dance with the devil tonight.


Devil Woman - Boris Vallejo

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Gift of Love

What I felt inside was sweet and rare
Of feelings that I had longed to share
My dreams were never to be denied
Frustration was so impossible to hide
Within fantasies I had felt his touch
I knew then I had loved him so much
Love was a passion my heart created
Thro' veils of illusion love had elated
'Twas he awakened fantasies creation
Creating the contours of imagination.

Then it happened and I knew it was right
He came to me in my dreams that night
Of life, form, spirit heart and of soul
I lay in his arms as he made me whole
Their was no restraint nor imagination
He touched my senses with loves elation
And whispered of love I had never known
That only his passions of love had shown
What I felt inside was sweet and rare
Of feelings that I had longed to share.



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Golden Dreams

When the suns rays upon corn fields glows
And dew drops fade upon the wild briar rose
As soft as the warmth of a true lovers kiss
Dream of his arms around me in utter bliss
Within fantasy I feel his touch upon my skin
Oh what ecstasy that flows so deep within
A burning desire of natures wanton scene
Much stonger now, more than it has been
A voice within a breeze whispers I love you
With all my heart, 'tis I who loves him true.



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Lady Orchard

Pretty her blossom that blooms in may
Promising nectar for the bees this day
So plentiful her fruits upon the bough
As her natural harvest ripens through
Nurtured saplings that grow and thrive
Fruits of the seasons shall then survive
Her tiny seedlings that nestle as one
Wherever their roots had first begun
For every season she had introduced.
The earthly wonders she reproduced.

Autumn season had sheds her leaves
Resting beneath the orchards eaves
Fruits hath wither`d neath the ground
Scattered seedlings once more abound
Wither`d boughs that prosper no more
If only to nurture the orchards floor
Silent she rests within winds and snow
For this was the rhythm of winters flow
Awaiting yet again for a breath of spring
With return of migrating birds that sing.


Tree Lady - Valerie Lynn

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Lord Franklin's Expedition

Oh gallant ship upon the seas that raised thy billowed sails,
And all that glory was to be through stormy wind prevails;
Thou sailed against the gales`twas a doomed exploration
Fatal from the start ne-er docked the charted location
Amidst the seas crustaceans doomed to the oceans floor
And all that was salvaged they shalt never sail no more
A ghost ship of the deep. remains lost to the frozen pole
When fated ships sink fast the ocean retrieves their soul
But destiny ended at a loss when the melted ice withdrew
His ship was never found and nothing remains of his crew.



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Natures Study

A dew drop slowly trickled down a leaf
Such a simple act nature doth bequeath
I gazed hazily observing that final drip
Finally making its way `twards the tip
Followed by another slow within a vein
Of the exact path that followed the rain
Such was a rhythmic stream of moisture
That simplifies this curiosity of nature
Enhancing the dawnings wondrous scene
That displayed images I had never seen



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The Real Story

A mixture of words I know not what
That spake of the knight Sir Lancelot
Twas in the ancient days of folklore
Such a hero was he need I say more
At the very point of King Arthurs knife
He took a shine to King Arthurs wife
As he rode with her astride his steed
He knew then `twas her he did need
King Arthur pleaded behind her back
He suffered much of yakketty yak.

Silent it was upon the eve she went
The perfect peace was heaven sent
Galloping forth unto the moonlight
Never stops talking most of the night
Polite he was to his own disgression
Did not need a life time possession
Knowing full well she`d have to go back
Golden silence her words shall not lack
He vowed it was his greatest mistake
So swopped her for a lady in the lake.



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Red Tears of Gold

Freyja, Norse Goddess of beauty and Grace
Like Aphrodite the Greek born to embrace
Renowned for her power and magical balm
A Goddess of love with submissable charm
Her lovers were chosen on beckoned call
For lust and enticement bewitching to all
Luring and tempting with her beautiful face
And her body veiled beneath cobweb lace
So alone was Freyja with heartache untold
She was said to have wept red tears of gold.

Two fine daughters from wedlock she bore
Her husband Oar, had abandoned their shore
With repitition of a mothers beauty gains
As viking blood passes through their veins
Soaring heavenly realms where she travels
Whilst her spirits of after life still unravel
Amidst the resting souls of warriors bold
Harnessed by cats was her chariot of old
So alone was Freyja with heartache untold
She was said to have wept red tears of gold.



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Spirits of the Lake

So gentle their soft caresses by the lake
Within each others arms they both partake
He was to be her King and she his Queen
Within their fantasy of dreams so serene
Lost forever within their golden thought
A destiny that touched both hearts sought
Their whispers of love so softly spoken
Deep within entrancement love unbroken
Their spirits rose to meet desirous needs
Arising from the lake through the reeds.



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Tree Spirit

Oh spirit of the tree come hear me
Withered boughs yearn to be free
Of aged strength yet strong in mind
Great sadness that of sorrow you find
Within sap of a deeply grooved girth
You cannot show pain nor that of mirth
Yet stand defiant against man and war
Survival in what you were striving for
Stand proud as you have done before
Of fibrous roots upon an earthen floor.



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Winds of Change

So softly the winds of change blow
Giving natural harmony an inner glow
With meditation of mind and of soul
That nurtures deeply within as whole
Calming peace that enters the mind
As pressure of the inner self unwind
At one with nature rhythm created
Of the earth sky and waters related
An inner depth within a future time
Chants of mantra that flow in rhyme.



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Lorainne Dafney

Little Things

Before me colors that please my eyes,
as I watch the gentle butterflies.
Do not laugh at the poor and meek,
instead guide them towards what they should seek.
Find happiness in all that you do
and make it more contagious from you.
Don't forget, there are children that need
to be loved and be taught how to read.
Love every minute of your life here-
keep your treasures from memories dear.

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Jem Farmer

Hummingbird's Orchard

The tantalizing bloom, her beauty rare,
That tempts the hummingbird to stop and stare,
With glist’ning desire upon her lips blush,
To bring a shady red in wanton flush.
Like hungered hearts the two at last combine,
In this, the place, that love and lust entwine.
Dark promises of more to come and yet
For now in pleasure their needs are met.
Oh sweet, the pink orchid that teases me,
Her hummingbird to set her passion free.



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The Mystery

I look in her eyes and feel the fires burn,
Such passion is not a fleeting sojourn.
I feel her heart beat tugging upon mine,
As in her kiss I taste the sweetest wine.
My tongue longs to linger upon her lip,
While gently teasing as her senses slip,
Before the lingual dance in rhythmic need,
Unspoken words and our desire is freed.
Just feelings speak in enigma’s abyss,
Then shared in the mystery of a kiss.



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Mystical Mountains

This peaceful place is where two worlds entwine,
Each rocky crag a simple hallowed shrine.
So high above the seas amid the clouds,
With gentle misty spirals as white shrouds.
Old mountain peaks from molten earth below
As the sun sets begin to burn and glow,
Until the lady's kiss of silver light,
Reveals their beauty unto the dark of night.
'Tis here I sit to hear a goddess speak,
In magic words of destiny’s mystique.



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Setting Sun

I saw your face above me tonight,
The setting sun catching your hair, just right.
The curve of lips became my wondrous sky,
Your breath the breeze as I whispered a sigh.
My fingers teased tousled hair from your face,
As your lips put mine in their rightful place.
I felt you arouse me beyond my dreams
Our love flowing in tempestuous streams
And all I could see was your eyes, so wild,
As your kiss released my heart, long exiled.



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Soul of a Raven

O Raven perched atop the willow tree,
A guardian of all that he can see.
His grating call to summon the twilight,
And brings us safely to our rest tonight.
O Raven soaring on your wings of black,
Always onward and never looking back.
Carrion hunter searching through the sky,
He takes my soul to where’re he doth fly.
It is the world of Man that holds me down,
Yet my soul is graced with his mantled gown.



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Spirit of a Child

She’s walking the streets, alone again,
Her broken heart has known nothing but pain.
She cannot feel the falling rain or sun,
Unwanted child, she has no place to run.
A wandering soul alone in the dark,
She hides in the trees of an empty park.
Just watching children leave the way they came,
When their mother gently calls out their name.
And no one comes to take her safely home,
So once again through the night she must roam.

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War Crime

Echoes of bullets and old bombs invade,
So long forgotten by those on parade.
Their hopes and dreams lie shattered, caked in blood,
Unsung, our heroes left to die in mud.
Old news repeats another love has gone,
And somehow the family must carry on.
His staring eyes never saw his child grow,
The hell inside is all his heart can know.
This, the gratitude of his homeland,
And here he dies with none to hold his hand!



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Bruce Henderson

The Flower

The waking flower in the morning Sun
forgets the shuteyed night it left behind
Whatever terror crept along its stem
is washed away with morning's cleansing dew
It has no need for shadowed symmetry
to see the world in punctual relief
What aspiration need a flower crave
when dreams are pollinated from the sky
It merely opens up its trusting eyes
and soaks up all the beauty of the light

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Iris K

Forecast

I laced my shoes at half past 2
and scanned the cloudless arching blue
I found no trace or hint of ill
just calm and hot, the wind was still.
The sun was bright, I battened hatches
I gathered toys and checked the latches;
secured the plants and wicker chairs,
umbrellas, cats and shoes in pairs.
I eyed the sky again in doubt
but better safe and wait it out.

The day marched on with little shift
except the wind began to lift.
The dancing leaves and swaying trees
were whispers of my own unease.
As sun went down, no storm arose,
no hail to damage garden rows.
But gathering along with night
were heavy clouds- a daunting sight.
A few light drops began to fall
but dwindled down to none at all.

So yet again, it passed us by
again it waned and left us dry.
We snuggled into bed at last
all thoughts of rain and storm had passed.
But rumbling low and far away
the thunder had begun to play.
It shook the ground and brought the rain
that dumped on us like a broken main.
It's now moved on and all is still
though brief and late, it's still a thrill.

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Maureen Moonchild

Beyond Doubt

Seasons keep changing in this corner's view,
Coloring emotions that help guide one through.
There's the negative that fosters from dreamless desires.
And the insight that flowers as each morning transpires.
There's the rose that has dried but reminds me of then
When fantasy "became" and reached out once again
To the warmth of soft meanings, where the want was in hold.
It was there in the silence, where the message was told:
That tomorrow is always and the never fades out,
Leaving hope in this corner, in a world beyond doubt.

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Peggy Nelson


Ghost Train

The ghost train is wanting down yonder road
Reaching out and taking Peke away from pains hold
No need to pack Peke earthly material items,
the Gods are more precious and loving than them
Last look at destruction. unearthly decaying
Last chance to see what ignorance is revealing
Peke you've done your best and give it your all
Your trust, your thoughts out weigh hells law
The last Ghost train ride; heaven bound Peke searched each day
Hop on board you've earned your ticket; out of hell today…

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Magical

I went to the carnival with magical mirrors ;-)
Oh, so dark and spooky; no ones inside here? =:-O
I followed the glowing white thin line in fear = : O
Here's the story of the Magical Mirrors ;-#
I finally reached the first shining glass .-\
I took a peek and I looked quit unique :-)
I took off my red dress, looking fine and sleek *-)
I heard a voice whisper wow...fine tight Arse ;-)
I was smiling and grinning I looked real great ;-)
I was praying the next mirror would tell me more ;-)

Part 2

I left completely exposed, where was loving mate? >-(
I ran to the next mirror...wide eyed hoping to score ;-)
Seeing the image of the body of me :-#
Geesh, what a mess I didn't want to see -(
What happened to my body, now covered in fat :-((
sagging boobs and cottage cheese legs fat, fat, fat! :-[
bowing head to the floor, I read the message. last mirror ahead, : (
it will lift you spirits and leave you totally thankful for who you are : )
Quickly I moved to the Last mirror for God was there to admire ;-)
He sighed; Ah! your soul is the treasure and pleasure desire ;-)))

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Well I'll Be Dammed

I've grown old and thoughts are dammed
My mind's a bitter stagnant jammed up dam
In younger years thoughts rush and flow
With laughter, joys and most of all loves glow
Will I ever be free from the tugging, lingering sore
And peacefully rest in the arms of love once more?
Stuck and frozen in pains grasping clutch
From winters painful and bitter touch
Once fiercely fighting the bitter dams flurry
To weak I've lost the battle, death's the only cure!

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Leny Roovers


Listening

Slowly my mind takes to the reins
and gets attuned to inner song;
thy gentle touch took off old chains-
I'll freely find where I belong.
My inner light is beckoning,
reflects thy wisdom from beyond;
and in the hour of reckoning,
my heart shall willingly respond.

Until my soul joins in thy light,
I fill my days with serene plight.

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Love and laughter

You smile your secret smile at me
from eyes aglow with love fulfilled.
We sigh and touch- soft, languidly,
our energy in passion spilled.
Your body is well-known and dear,
I revel in your muscled hold;
we're partners, but one thing is clear,
in bed I do as I am told...
Or so you like to think, my sweet...
beneath warm skin I kiss love's beat.

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My silent lake

I dive into my silent lake,
her waters heal, remove all ache.
My body may be tired or weak,
in her I rest, find all I seek.
With her soft ripples she enfolds
my busy mind, till peace unfolds.
Her open arms will take me in,
she is my home, my inner skin.

Born from her substance, I'll accept
her patient Love, in freedom kept.

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Pigeons and Doves

As heavens bleed their crystalled blood,
the earth below turns into mud.
In spreading pools upon grey stone,
we're called by angels to atone.
A flock of pigeons just flew down
and huddle close, in pear-tree's crown.
Embodied as a harmless dove,
they bring a message from above-
should angels stop to cry clear floods,
our trees no longer could grow buds.

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Spring

Against high, azure skies, trees dance
with tossing heads, they sway and prance.
Their green-clad arms reach for the sun,
now finally spring has begun.
Above the chorus-line of trees,
white gulls soar on air's upward streams;
they pull my heart, extract my dreams-
I raise my face to catch love's breeze.
Still higher billow clouds' white sails,
while in their wake, more blue unveils.


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Spring garden

White blossoms on my pear trees' arms,
unfold soft petals, show off charms.
Amidst dry twigs of last year's fall,
the blackbirds search for worms, still small.
While on the fence, my neighbour's cat
thinks of her dinner, ears drawn flat.
She takes a giant leap below-
the birds have flown, she was too slow.
High in the apple-tree they sing
a serenade, to welcome spring.

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Tenderness

Your voice sends thrills along my spine,
my heartstrings echo in accord;
our bodies that so well combine,
weave harmony on love's own chord.
My fingertips travel your skin
and linger on each cherished spot,
I kiss the black dust on your chin,
in which now specks of grey are caught.
Life drew new lines into your face-
they disappear, when we embrace.

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Watching

With winged out knees and heels aligned,
I watch thought-clouds drift through my mind.
Each breath is born above my womb,
it travels upward, comes to bloom.
As prãna flows through chakras' line,
new strands of colour swift entwine
till in my body's inner room
pure cloth is woven on light's loom.
Pulsating patterns grow and shine
as silence deepens in my shrine.

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Dinah Serritelli

Sonnetina Due

I must admit I had no bloody clue,
About this challenge Sonnetina Due.
Couplets it says…Well! That seems just fine,
So rambling on I write line after line.
I am by nature a bit long on wind,
Did not know by line count I would be pinned.
A little frustrating to say the least,
To try and harness this broody old beast.
Five couplets equal a line count of ten,
My first and my last…won't do it again.

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The Need

My man and I settled for life in the West,
To become farmers we were slightly obsessed.
Built a house that sat solid side of a hill
Made friends, have a community if you will.
We keep some pigs, chickens, horses, even goats,
We grow beans, corn, potatoes, wheat and some oats.
There in the back behind a wall made of stone
Is the reason we never stray far from home.
Two little graves for our daughter and our son,
Lost to a fever in eighteen ninety one.

2

I could bring forth no more…lonesome was our plight,
When the children died we seemed to lose our light.
In church the pastor spoke 'bout an Orphan Train
Thus we went to meet it…in the pouring rain.
We were looking for a child to call our own
We sought smiles and laughter for our childless home.
My man wanted for help with chores, a strong boy,
I just wanted a child to give us some joy.
I saw me a boy, puny, just around ten,
In his tired arms, a girl babe, his to defend.

3

'I ain't going nowhere without Hannah May,
If you wants me, then, as well, she'll have to stay.'
I tugged at Hugh's sleeve, my eyes just filled with tears,
'These here are our children to love through the years.
I won't leave here, leaving these children behind,'
He looked at me like I was mad, lost my mind.
I'd made up my mind, that's all there was too it,
He just sighed…no noise from his lips did emit.
It's been nigh on twenty years, our children grown,
They made this sad house a most happy home.

The best thing we ever did, my Hugh and me,
Was to add these children to our family tree.

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