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2012 Poetry Theme Challenges#02 Mamma Mia |
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Blessings and love for 2012! Over the last two weeks the theme challenge took you on holiday and so it is back to the work of poetics. I love the screenplay Mamma Mia hence I am running with that title. Just some songs have deep meaning to us so do some movies and the challenge this time is to share those special movies in verse. So grab your popcorn and pen and write! Happy Quilling! Jemmy XXXX |
Mamma Mia
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Divena CollinsOf joy and sorrow love remains to me For he shall ever stay within my heart Far apart though we both seem to be Love we seek together from the start. One day soon he shall swim the ocean His devotion never ceases thus I know To go with the flow of waves in motion His emotions shall be rewarded so. So here I sit waiting for him to arrive I thrive upon the feeling of his touch So much depends on strength of drive For alive he shall thrill me oh so much. I call his name from across the deep Dont sleep or you shall come to harm Be calm remember I am yours to keep To reap this passion whenever I charm.  ----- One Winters Night A liner once sailed upon the ocean wide To America`s shores was bound Technology grew, proud were the crew Whilst her passengers all slept sound. This ship was the largest to be built Designed of the very latest Proud were the crew,technology grew They were assured it was the safest. The journey was far, the ship sped forth A race hurriedly started Technology grew, proud were the crew Upon that day they fatally parted. But the outcome was thus unforeseen Mountains of ice submerge Proud were the crew, technology grew Until sunk by a huge ice- berg. Passengers lost to the frozen ocean A chosen few saved in boats Technology grew, proud were the crew Whilst life jackets kept the dead afloat. Lessons may be learned by tragedy, When lives forever have gone Proud were the crew, technology grew But the heroic band still played on  ----- Starry Night Hail all hail for thou great master of art That nurtures thy wondrous images true Painting fine portraits from within thy heart Or to capture a landscapes sunlit hue That shalt seek only truth from false apart. Thy blends perfection with pallette of oils Oh what pleasures thou portray to the eye Thy graphic imgination so vividly recoils Of oceanic waters that blend with the sky As faded wild flowers contrasts with soil. Of fields once green now changed unto gold Bold autumn shades thou produce with flair Delightful images of the young and old Works of a genius with precision and care How joyous to cherish thy treasures behold. What merits this final artistic achievment Deep in thy thoughts thou remain resigned Within artistry thou hath found content Of natures wonders in abstract design Thy etchings hath become of heaven sent.  Starry Night. By Vincent Van Gogh ----- Temptation The silken robe she wore hung loosely bound Neath` glowing silvery stars upon bales of hay Silenced the green meadows of natures sound Patiently waiting for her lover to pass this way Whereby pleasure and lust shalt be unwound. How envious of passion the stars shine upon Of heavenly spirits that bathe upon this night The Joys that follow love shall soon be gone When dawn enters forth t`wards morning light Blessing loves temptation the moon shone on. Through the haze of a celestial morning dew The silken robe she wore was then cast aside Two swans from within bales of hay then flew Let not their temptations ever be denied Nor poisons of envious thoughts construe.  back to list |
Ryter RoethicleWe are, each of us angels with only one wing; and we can only fly by embracing one another. --Luciano de Crescenzo Only angels weep true tears In sorrow as they watch us frail creatures As we lead our frail lives thinking Everything is so important And means so much Only love is important Only love is carried on through death And the soul that has been ignored in life Carries on with that love knowing We are, each of us angels with only one wing; But an angel with one wing cannot fly And so is reborn realising We need the angels with the other wing; And we can only fly by embracing one another.  ----- Bolero Evening light filters into the darkened ballroom As he walks slowly down the room to the kiosk. Entering he looks round at all the disks All carefully labelled title and rhythm. He looks at the area marked special. Carefully putting down his cane As he puts the disk into the slot And presses play. As the music starts the years roll back Quiet at first just like the music. He switches on the spotlight Walking to the centre of the room. He finds it comfortable at first His eyes closed as he feels the music His age is able to match the tempo Slow soft, easy, romantic. As he gives into the rhythm He sees her and no more is he old Instead he is transported Feeling in time with the woodwind. His body young and vibrant As once again he holds her close A prelude before they make love For her he dances his bolero Eyes closed, but a memory so strong Every detail of her body Every touch, every taste Is still within and part of him. He sees her now, feels her Hears her soft whimpering Feels still the movements Of her body lying under him. He moves in time to the rhythm Natural to him in the dance Repeated as the memories within As his body pick up the music. Faster now, stronger now The beat picks up. His body transported again He feels her, senses her, and sees her. Together now they dance The bolero of love Their spirits united now As they were ages ago Now the ballroom is gone Only the lovers exist Their souls united forever. With the power of the climax. Two lovers look down into the room All that remains below is the husk The old man lying on the floor Smiling in his final moment. As the final echoes die away The young man takes her hand Together they walk off Into the setting sun. ----- Caravans Everyone is on a journey Travelling through life We choose our fellow travellers Our companions on the way Seeking solace in our caravan A friend says to a friend Share your way with me So a friend becomes a lover And the shared gift grows Because of giving. Be my friend and share Be my lover Let the seeds of love grow Continuing through Eternity Sharing and growing and loving.  ----- Carousel If I were not in love with you would I need an excuse? If I were to touch you, what would you feel? I know that answer because I have touched you And seen your eyes light up and your response You are my excuse for loving you. If I were not in love with you would I need an excuse? If I were to kiss you, what would you feel? As we have kissed I have felt your response There is nowhere we have not kissed And your kisses are my excuse for loving you more. If after we have touched and kissed what then? Would you walk away and forget me As another notch on your belt; Or would you snuggle closer And make me want you all the more?  ----- Jealousy I'm jealous of midnight's moon glow Its soft rays kiss you while you sleep In absentia I wish each one from me I wish I were there beside you now As the hours so slowly forward creep And those languid eyes I long to see. Those balmy days when we were close Make me resent midnight's moon glow I'm jealous of the night skies closeness For my fingers ache to touch your face. It's day here and I must be dreamless But in my distant bed, memories race And I remember our nightly nearness. I'm jealous as the moon takes my place.  ----- Magic No more the time of magic, it’s now that of man Merlin and his kin have left the stage and sleep Slumbering in their caves awaiting until when Once more they must emerge from sleep so deep Working spells, until once again magic governs And once again in battle we will see the way Strength of arm with sword, or axe and shield, The mighty kings must field and fight the fey With blow for blow, or spell for spell, or yield And in the end, weaker magic will lose the day.  ----- Somewhere In Time Somewhere in time, two people met, And fell in love and shared a dream, Somewhere in time. Somewhere in time, two people touched, And then kissed and became that dream, Somewhere in time. Somewhere in time, two lovers kissed, And opened their hearts, as time stood still Somewhere in time. Somewhere in time, two lovers made love And shared their souls, for all eternity Somewhere in time. Somewhere in time, two lovers had to part But in truth knew they shared their souls, Somewhere in time. Somewhere in time, two lovers met again, And now know they'll be together evermore, Somewhere in time.  ----- Somewhere In Time II Somewhere in time two lovers kissed Fate looked down and began to smile. She is not heartless and never cruel But recognised that true love exists. And so time stood still for just a while Seeing that this was indeed a jewel. Somewhere in time the lovers wished Separate upon the fullness of the moon They wished that they could be united Thus creating a mood of supreme bliss And even more that it would be soon. So fate stated they would not be parted. The moon and stars all witnessed this As somewhere in time two lovers kissed.  back to list |
Peter WillowdownWishing on a yellow star I was trapped in a tear of amber when the wind changed... As aeons passed and continents shifted I became many things: the eye of a great cat hunting beasts in a jungle, the pommel of a blood-drinking sword, a cryptic word in a sacred text, the blemish on a fire-bird's wing, a topaz lusted after by druids and wizards... Finally, after great travail and suffering I became a tear of amber again suspended on a young girl's breast and slowly, slowly, the beating of her young heart and the song of her warm blood broke the ancient spell upon me and seven years later I was reborn as a child in her womb, growing up to be a dealer in rare silks and curios, voyaging over many seas and beneath strange constellations but ever was I wary of the Yellow Star although I could not fathom why until one evening on the cusp of twilight an ancient wish arose unbidden to my soul and the Yellow Star answered me at last... ----- Valeraine Valeraine rides his horse upon the misty plain through windows of air and doors of soft rain, past pale pools and fens where phantom lights gleam; and away in the distance the Forests of Dream. Sharaleen weaves a garment of spiderwebs and stars and as she sits and weaves by day great armies are a’gathering, and as she sits and weaves by night she sees the fires of war and hears the drums of dark things roll in the hills this side of Morning before the Forests of Dream. O Lady, cry her courtiers then, will you not put down your loom, for enemies gather at Midday’s gate and prophets speak of doom. But Sharaleen keeps on weaving and sings she then a tune, of moonlight on a silver stream and fair folk in tall castles deep in the Forests of Dream. The Lady weaves her garment fair as fires ‘round her rage and all of her soldiers have fled, save one brave little page, who plays upon a hand-held harp until the day turns dark and follows then by hidden routes his Lady and his Queen, past pale pools and marshy fen where phantom fires gleam, until they hear the beat of hooves come from the Forests of Dream. Through windows of air and doors of soft rain they came with bright spears and words, and with them on griffins and horned and winged steeds pale warriors from other worlds, and when they had taken the scent of the foe they harried them through all the land, from mist-hidden crags and desolate moors, broad valleys and far ocean strands; and on their pale lips the name of their Queen Sharaleen of the Forests of Dream. * I saw Valeraine upon his great steed, behind him a handsome young knight and slung at his back a bright golden harp that the air seemed to pluck with fey fingers of mist and soft silver fingers of rain, that it played of itself as the twain went their way and were lost in the Forests of Dream. back to list |
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