2013 Poetry Form Challenge

#12 Monchielle Stanza



This form is the creation of the popular Norwegian poet, Jim T Henriksen and usualy consists of four stanzas.
Each stanza consists of five lines of six syllables or if you prefer Iambic Trimeter.
The first line of each stanza is a refrain and in the four following lines, lines three (3) and five (5) Rhyme. Here is an example:
Arcane Blue

I dream in arcane blue
as stars begin to shine,
in sleep, I feel your love
as heart entwines with grace,
I touch the night above.

I dream in arcane blue
of days that fled the moon,
in hopes that I will find,
the one who stands by me,
and walks the same long wynd.

I dream in arcane blue
then reach to clouds on high,
embrace the stars that shine,
within the pulse of night,
and know my heart is thine.

I dream in arcane blue,
oh, goddess, queen of all,
thy love has made me one,
a torch upon my path,
to life now free and done.


Jem Farmer


Monchielle Stanza Challenge Replies

Maryse Achong

My Trinidad
Unsung Heroes

Kathy Anderson

Carnivore
Love Bourne
Seasons Belied
Soul Kissed

Terry Clitheroe

Across the Acheron
Autumn Love
Broken Wing
Clarinet Concerto
Freedom in the Captured City
Je Ne Regrette Rien
Questions of Love
Visions
Winds of Time
Wine and More
Xamine
Xmas Visit
Your Presence
Zero Chance

Divena Collins

Cloud Formation
Cross Eyed Possum
Destination Void
Dickens of Old
Ghostly Encounters
Lost Childhood
Lovers Tryst
One O'er the Eight
Pulse Within
Ravens Call
She Who Dreams
Take me By The Hand
Twilight
What Price Freedom
Within Trance

Maggie Cusick

Soft The Wind Blows

Lorainne Dafney

Garden Pretty

Judie Gelling

Icy Skies

Sasha Walker

In Full Voice

Terry and Divena

Broken Wing
Little Bird


Maryse Achong

My Trinidad

Trinidad I love you
More than you'll ever know,
Lovely land of my birth
You have a hold on me;
Paradise here on earth.

Trinidad I love you
And when I see you down
My heart grieves for your pain;
Your children are dying
Their blood an awful stain.

Trinidad I love you,
Your mountains and your plains,
Your rolling hills and seas,
Your blue skies and black pitch
Your flowers and your trees.

Trinidad I love you,
Will do so 'til I die,
No other place for me;
For better or for worse,
My home, my kairi.

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Unsung Heroes

The firefighters serve
Their country every day
Just like other groups do;
Yet still it seems that they
Seldom get a 'thank you.'

The firefighters serve
And still some criticize,
And even assign blame,
For things they don't control,
To our eternal shame.

The firefighters serve
But some appreciate
They service they provide.
God bless you firemen
You are a Nation's pride.

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Kathy Anderson

Carnivore

Death by beautiful blooms
It's too soon for the birds
They know how to escape
Spines radiating Fleur
Spinier leaves their cape.

Death by beautiful bloom,
Fifteen years awaits doom
For sheep or another
Creature caught in her arms
Unlike loving mother.

Death by beautiful bloom,
Be glad you walk upright
Wiser than herds of goat,
Smart enough to contain
Deadly plants, are no joke.

Death by beautiful bloom,
Fertilizer of ewe
As any plucky
Varmint or your house cat
May attest, unlucky.



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Love Bourne

In sooth hearts be bound
Like bundles of fine lace,
Made to order picot
All ribboned in red,
Or mauve, a real rainbow.

In sooth hearts be bound
Though no boundaries show
How to rap on love's door,
So the more you try to
Open it, the key's lost.

In sooth hearts be bound,
So when the key fits it
Don't throw away your chance
For chances of fate
Rarely wait for the Spring.

In sooth hearts be bound,
To find a way there
To lands pure paradise
That no map can define,
Till you unknot the bow.

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Seasons Belied

O dainty daffodil,
Amongst the gray leaves
Of forgotten gloom,
Turn your bright golden face
To face the sun and moon.

O dainty daffodil,
Heaven awaits thy bud
To spring up and renew
The earth with delight
So love again comes through.

O dainty daffodil,
Hills are thine to now claim,
To claim winter ground then
And then once more take
Us to summers wanton glens.

O dainty daffodil,
Thy spill of color lends
Beauty to lands and eyes
Once dead with snows white,
Comes season that belies.

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Soul Kissed

In an ocean of dreams
She slept upon their shores
Wrapped under swelling tides
Of the fires in her mind,
Her muse being her guide.

In an ocean of dreams
She kept details of thoughts,
Memo's of feelings there wrought
By moments in times eye
Where love was what she sought.

In an ocean of dreams
Sounding like symphonies,
Chromasthetic lucid,
Sheltered from blust'ry wind,
Her eyes on the lee side.

In an ocean of dreams
For gently pillowed hair
Stroked by loving sun
Teased by waves brush,
Soul kisses she has won.

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Terry Clitheroe

Across the Acheron

Do not call the boatman early,
Charon'll come when needed
We must all wait our time,
He will not come premature
That'll put you out of line.

Do not call the boatman early,
If he comes, takes you early,
Your fate won't mesh with life.
You have to take what's given
Choose another to share your strife

Do not call the boatman early,
Wandering the halls of time
Seeking your lost soulmate
Instead of a loving partner
Alone to lessons dealt by Fate,

Do not call the boatman early,
Your partner can't help you
Times together, dead and gone.
Missing each others time now
Two souls weeping....all alone.



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Autumn Love

Autumn eyes brighten my days.
Come take my hand autumns love
Former summers sky's not bright
Lush green no longer visible
Days have less time than night

Autumn eyes brighten my days.
Harvest gathered, crops are in
Cooler winds now chill the air
And colours of red and gold
Sat by a fire in a comfy chair

Autumn eyes brighten my days.
Appreciate what we've earned
The time we have alone is best
We'll work for this all of time
Time's ours in our private nest

Autumn eyes brighten my days.
We'll walk this path, stay together
Take my hand my autumn angel
Future life stretches out forever
Lush green colours aren't visible.


El arte de Kagaya

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Clarinet Concerto (Variation)

The room is warm, lights dim
The conductor takes his place
His baton poised, looking
The solo performer's ready
Instrument in hand waiting.

The room is warm, lights dim
Putting it to her soft red lips
The strains of the concerto
Softly fill the room,
As she plays allegro aperto.

The room is warm, lights dim
Hands moving on the instrument
Mouth making a soft sound
The conductors, eyes are closed
As her music flows all around.

The room is warm, lights dim
The music changes slightly
As the rhythm begins to echo
The soloist smiles as she plays
Adagio ma non troppo.

The room is warm, lights dim
The soloist is more intent now
Begins Rondo Allegretto
Hands and mouth working
As she nears the crescendo.

The room is warm, lights dim
The conductor's eyes open now
And he smiles at the soloist
Fondly looks at the instrument
She blows it one last kiss.



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Freedom in the Captured City

The captured city wakens me
Even before dawn slaves hasten
To the wills of invisible masters
That state what things shall be
And ignore personal disasters.

The captured city wakens me
But I ignore that noise,
And all my slumbers skills
Erase what pain they caused,
Once again in Avalon's hills.

The captured city wakens me
I appreciate how my dreams
help me and are being kind,
But will have to cast them aside
And join the slaves of mankind.

The captured city wakens me
I hear all the traffic going past
A sea with very loud waves
As I go about my morning rites
They are digging early graves.



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Je Ne Regrette Rien

I don't regret my life or time,
And consider it well spent
At times the pain of learning,
Caused swift kicks from fate,
Were all experience earning.

I don't regret my life or time,
Though youth passions dulled,
But there's fuel left for burning
More like diesel than petrol now
Consider journeying learning.

I don't regret my life or time,
Life's now a less upward climb
I've matured to far less yearning.
Seen and done what I wanted
I pay less heed to my earning.

I don't regret my life or time,
And life's not about the dollar.
After winter there comes spring
When all around is what is new
More time for love and learning.


Boris Valegio

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Questions of Love

How must we greet this morn?
Will our dreams now fit the dawn?
Are you part of my fates schemes?
Now that our lives have crossed?
I came to you because of dreams

How must we greet this morn?
On a barren ocean we two met
Two boats on life's ocean tossed
Join together and share our load
Where finally our lives have crossed?

How must we greet this morn?
Looking into each others eyes
Walking with me on my road
Knowing life is a day in time
We unite and share our load

How must we greet this morn?
Too short a time too much apart
Is it worthwhile this time to try
Will dreams now fit the dawn
Or part and wave goodbye?


El arte de Kagaya

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Visions

Look at me my sweet one,
And tell me of your love.
In return I will swear
Eternal love to you
This truth I do declare.

Look at me my sweet one,
Mine are open to you.
Look deep into my soul
See the truth lying there
And how you make me whole.

Look at me my sweet one,
And touch me with your eyes.
They tell me we belong
And why should I deny
Something that speaks so strong.

Look at me my sweet one,
With that look, half asleep.
Contentment looks that way
Therefore it's my resolve
Always to make it stay.


Art by Eleanor Fortescue Brickdale

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Winds of Time

The winds of time blow hard
First just a gentle breeze
Then with each passing year
Just like the seasons change
We wait for what appears.

The winds of time blow hard
In the summer of life
We seem inured to it
Even seeming to dare
Rather than to admit.

The winds of time blow hard
With autumn come aware
No longer resisting fact
Bowing to winds of change
Aware of the final act.

The winds of time blow hard
With winter comes the end
Some will admit defeat
Whilst others are dragged
Off stage still on their feet.


El arte de Kagaya

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Wine and More

Wine affects me far less
You have made me a drunk
So abundant with loves flow.
Your kiss a headier brew,
So warming the afterglow

Wine affects me far less
Yet loves so cheap a price
It's effect like wine I reel.
But I can never have
Too much, so much appeal

Wine affects me far less
Yet a drunkard I’ve become
Your kisses are intoxicating
You fill my glass so freely
Aware of what your making

Wine affects me far less
Once again my glass I fill
Your lips like wine so red
We have lost all our will
Driven senses from our head.



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Xamine

What colour are your eyes
The room is nightly dim
Two stars are all I see
Enough I know it will
Take us to Eternity.

What colour are your eyes
Be it known that gold's dull
Compared to what I see
A lustre time cannot dim
Because tis lit by thee.

What colour are your eyes
Diamonds are dull against
Thine flash and shame the gem
After each night of love
I thank the gods Amen.

What colour are your eyes
Looking deep into yours
I ask what colour is a soul
I neither know nor do I care
Except yours make me whole.


El arte de Kagaya


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Xmas Visit

It was getting close to Xmas
They were off to see the kids
The couple had had a row
They had said terrible things
Neither would give in now.

It was getting close to Xmas
They'd driven several miles
Along a country lane
Neither saying anything
And let the other gain.

It was getting close to Xmas
Passed a field of mules and pigs
The wife said sarcastically
Those creatures look familiar
Are they relatives of thee.

It was getting close to Xmas
Hubby scowled and frowned
Had she again won the cause?
Yes said he in a smiling voice
They're all my bloody in-laws.


El arte de Kagaya


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Your Presence

I sense your presence all the time
Lives begun to intertwine
I feel our souls touching
Nothing is said just felt
This feeling is everything.

I sense your presence all the time
The scent of you is that of oil
Fragrance of a thousand years
A million flowers enriched soil
Producing a thousand tears.

I sense your presence all the time
Your sight bless'd like golden morn
Surrounding like a halo on waking
A peace of heaven has been torn
To light the day, for your making.

I sense your presence all the time
A smile fading the waking dawn
Your look lights the day breaking
A sight bless'd with golden morn
Close like a halo on waking.


El arte de Kagaya


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Zero Chance

They were too young to die
When Vesta made her call
At such a tender age.
As heroines they left
Departing from life's stage.

They were too young to die
Twenty one and one more
The world was at their feet.
Beauty and innocence
So nothing could compete.

They were too young to die
In caring for their horses
Trying to save their lives
They met with cruel forces
Were unable to survive.

They were too young to die
Their gravestones will remark
Death was busy that day
Gathering souls out the fire
And taking them to play.


Black Saturday Bushfire 2009


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Divena Collins

Cloud Formation

Why do we study the clouds
Upon all shapes and sizes
Shall it be winds that blow
Their mystic form to shape
What do we claim to know.

Why do we study the clouds
That drift through the sky
With images unmistaken
Of Angels reaching out
Just one touch to awaken.

Why do we study the clouds
That drift on dreamily by
Soft as a pillow of down
So shaded from the sun
Safe within natures gown.

Why do we study the clouds
We who predicts formation
What is their true demand
As they gently pass on by
To fade like dew upon land



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Cross Eyed Possum

I am a cross eyed Possum
Dont know which way to go
I cant look to the left
Nor can I look unto right
Most times I am bereft.

I am a cross eyed Possum
And I come from ozzy land
All I do to come and go
Is sniff the way I came
It's the best path I know.

I am a cross eyed Possum
Odd to thee I may be
But tho'I came this far
I know you think I am
Much Stranger than you are.

I am a cross eyed Possum
The only one of my kind
When I go to ozzy land
Back home I do belong
To those who understand.



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Destination Void

I walked the ships deck
Fierce were the waters
Of a turbulant ocean
Beneath the violent wind
Of a nor'west emotion.

I walked the ships deck
Tho' visability was poor
I saw nout before me
Nor heard a sea gull cry
'I am flying and free'.

I walked the ships deck
So slippery under foot
I the only one on board
So silently lay the crew
With nothing to record.

I walked the ships deck
When day turned to night
My strength had failed
What I had felt was real
For my life was impailed.

I still walk the ships deck
Tho' visability is nil
Silent lies the fated ship
Where Silent lies the crew
Fated to be the final trip.



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Dickens Of Olde

Upon Dickens dayes of olde
Within the merchants store
Through dimpled windows
That showed his fine wares
Where gas lamp lit shadows.

Upon Dickens dayes of olde
Home made toffee in jars
That delighted the young
Sparkles within their eyes
When the store bells rung.

Upon Dickens dayes of olde
Butter was only a penny
Patted clean from a block
Cookies in an open tin
'Neath a loud ticking clock.

Upon Dickens dayes of olde
Where gossip made the day
Of maids in the village
From the tongues of olde
That reaked O' spillage.



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Ghostly Encounters

Dark and bleak was the night
No sound of rustling leaves
Something seemed so wrong
Even his steed made no sound
Yet he had urged him along.

Dark and bleak was the night
His lady stood in the shade
Of shadow`s deep within
Some kind of apparitions
Where stood an ancient Inn

Dark and bleak was the night
Upon the meadow clearing
That was not there before
All therein had changed
Upon a dark woodland floor.

Dark and bleak was the night
Yet again he rode onwards
Within past spirits unknown
Shadow`s had then decieved
What a moon had ne-er shown.



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Lost Childhood

I know I`ve been here before
remember this place so well
I played by the hedgerows wild
`twas a very long time ago
when I was all but a child.

I know I`ve been here before
for just around the corner,
is a pond with ducks therein
with a boat which I floated
to feed, and watch them swim.

I know I`ve been here before,
where sloes, and hazels,flourish,
sweet buttercup meadows, I`ll find
have all been there in the past
returned once again in my mind.

I know I`ve been here before
for my memory has never failed,
time has gone by so fast
I now have found, once again
childhood days I lost, at last.

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Lover Tryst

Thou sees within my eyes
Only what I see in thine
Whisper of eternal love
Images deeply engrave
Show we are worthy of.

Thou sees within my eyes
All that our love shalt be
As it was within the past
Love itself shalt not alter
What the future hath cast.

Thou sees within my eyes
All our dreams come true
How precious love can be
Like so many times before
When spirits flowed free.

Thou sees within my eyes
All I shall find in thine
A vision softly spoken
Within a woodland tryst
When lovers hath awoken.


A Lovers Tryst - Adelaide Salles-Wagner 1825-1890.

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One O'er the Eight

I've had one o'er the eight
No more drink if you please
I lost my p's and q's
And dont know who I am
My mind is full of booze.

I've had one o'er the eight
Can't remember my name
Nor age what comes to it
My right shoes on the left
Thats why it doesn't fit

I've had one o'er the eight
Blast I think I'm sloshed
But how am I to know
If as drunk as I think
How shall I stop it show.

I've had one o'er the eight
I be too blurred to focus
I know that I'm not able
To stagger where it be
The last drink upon my table.



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Pulse Within

A pulse within me stirs
When I feel thy embrace
Affords me no surprise
Of such pleasure within
That I see in thine eyes.

A pulse within me stirs
Within thy warm desire
When I thy touch recall
To sigh within pleasure
For thou bade me thy all.

A pulse within me stirs
For all thy lips may give
Within thy tender kiss
Let not this love remain
Without passion or bliss.

A pulse within me stirs
Of pleasure to forego
Tender hearts shall prove
All it was meant to be
To sow the seeds of love.



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The Ravens Call

Spirits arise the raven calls
From the depth of darkness
Within thy shroud of death
Tis time to leave thy tomb
Of earths pungent breath.

Spirits arise the raven calls
Tread the path of lost souls
Come manifest thy presence
Nigh unto the mists of time
That shalt offer no defence.

Spirits arise the raven calls
Like previous times before
Death shall not mean the end
Souls once lost shall return
And life shall then transcend.

Spirits arise the raven calls
The voice of all things dark
Who sees all and hears much
Thro' power of insight
Of life after death as such



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She Who Dreams

Come take my hand my love
Gently within thy palm
Thy shalt feel my pulse beat
O'er love I hath for thee
Forever to be complete

Come take my hand my love
Lead me unto the bower
Endow me with thy kiss
Upon my lips that tremble
For thy touch of utter bliss.

Come take my hand my love
Draw me closer to thee
I shall rest upon thy chest
To feel warmth within
Tis I shalt be blessed.

Come take my hand my love
Show me where lovers lie
Teach me all thy may know
I'm only a country lass
But love from thee may grow.



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Take Me By The Hand

Come, take me by the hand
walk with me in the forest,
`neath, the shaded oaken trees
we may tread, on fallen acorns,
that have rested on the leaves.

Come, take me by the hand,
as we rest in bluebell glades
to watch the wild life play,
while birds protect their nest.
and eggs they laid this day.

Come, take me by the hand
we shall feed on wild berries,
and drink of the honey dew
while squirrels sit on a branch
focusing eyes, on me and you.

Come, take me by the hand
I will show you the river,
that doth flow betwixt the land.
where we may bathe, therein
if you care to hold my hand.

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Twilight

At twilight, when the day is done,
when a peaceful calm, fills the air
gentle breezes caress my face,
I sit quietly there, by the pool
observing all of natures grace.

At twilight, when the day is done,
scents of honesuckle, and mimosa.
waft towards me, as I dream
to songs of cascading waterfalls
and music,from my sacred stream.

At twilight, when the day is done
I drift away to far distant lands,
exotic places, etched in my mind
but none as pleasant as where I am
my cherished haven, is hard to find.

At twilight, when the day is done
and tired birds have gone to rest,
I bid goodnight, to the evening sun,
while moths flutter a midnight dance
by moonlight, when day is done.

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What Price Freedom

What price a warrior pays
Shall it be of life or death
To protect his home land
Within the cost of blood
Taken from Indian hands.

What price a warrior pays
When his source has gone
Of buffalo, fish and deer
Their land of ripened corn
No longer thriving here.

What price a warrior pays
When words spoken are lies
Promises are soon broken
No longer shall they trust
For white man has spoken.

What price a warrior pays
For love and care he gave
Spirits at one with nature
At peace within his tribe
Respect to all creatures.



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Within Trance

Bathed in woodlands sage
Upon sun patched shadows
So poised in her trance
At one alone with nature
She dreams of romance.

Bathed in woodlands sage
'Midst fern fronds of green
She dreams of the time
When images shall be seen
Of her true love sublime.

Bathed in woodlands sage
For peace and tranquility
That only charms may bless
Sacred praises float forth
Within his gentle caress.

Bathed in woodlands sage
And kiss of the dawns dew
True love had come to mind
Upon her heart she vowed
This love shall forever bind.



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Maggie Cusick

Soft The Wind Blows

How softly the wind blows
in sweet breath of morning
dasies hide in deep mists
hark to clear dawns chorus
happy the day sun kissed

How softly the wind blows
in warm sunny meadows
whispering corn grows tall
barley magestic here
this land that feeds us all

How softly the wind blows
as nigh time comes calling
chattering birds take roost
stars peeping in wonder
ending day on a boost

How softly the wind blows
as the world lies sleeping
calming the woes of day
All heavens angels come
folding hands as they pray.

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Lorainne Dafney

Garden Pretty

In my garden pretty
rainbows of flowers grow
in wiggly lines they
move in time with the wind
and dance the day away

In my garden pretty
I sit beneath the shade
where a warm passing breeze
makes butterflies flutter
and birds fly when they please

In my garden pretty
share your secrets with me
no one will ever know
what you share with me here
I am your friend, not foe

In my garden pretty
come talk with me about
life's sweet mysteries for
no one can understand
all the answers, for sure

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Judie Gelling

Icy Skies

The icy skies reveal
the news that lies in blue.
The killing rages left
a vent of conscious thought,
a wife and child bereft.

The icy skies reveal
the easy living here,
yet hunger wants, still more.
the pain of greed demands
a place in heart and core.

The icy skies reveal
a glimpse in lives and times.
But soft the light that shines
on paths that lead to Zen,
yet glare on Man made shrines.

The icy skies reveal
a truth for all to see
The silver light of love,
it waits to take our hand
within an open glove.

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Sasha Walker

In Full Voice

Soft, my waking spirit
breathes poetic refrain
as nature's choir sings
a summer shimmering
cicada chorus rings

Soft, my waking spirit
called to rise from slumber
Aurora, in full voice
urgent, her searing touch
to wake was not by choice

Soft, my waking spirit
drifts barefoot to the floor
that stretches through the haze
of the suns wicked breath
her poetry burns days

Soft, my waking spirit
blinks the dream dust from my
eyes as the morning calls
the muse to dance, fingers
touch and poetry falls.

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Terry and Divena

Broken Wing

Each morn' I'd heard her song
I found her with a broken wing
And I heard her song no more
Silence greeted me that morn
I found her broken on the floor.

Each morn' I'd heard her song
A lovely sound silenced by pain
Lying quietly, dying to soar
Would she ever sing again
I worried she looks done for.

Each morn' I'd heard her song
I loved, cared, again she flew
No longer heights she’ll soar
As she flies her song is new
No longer broken on the floor.

Each morn' now I hear her song
A song of gratitude and love
Now grateful of the gift of flight
When not feeding she's in the air
Returning to her home at night.



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Little Bird

I think I found your bird
She sings in heaven free
So sweet as she did before
Her wing no longer broken
She shall soar for evermore.

I think I found your bird
Her beauty haunts the sky
Within spiritual freedom
She returns to her destiny
Therein a forest kingdom.

I think I found your bird
Her pain shall no longer be
She who has strength anew
Has the gift of eternal life
To remain strong and true.

I think I found your bird
And thus I shall reveal
My spirit remains free
It's time I think to tell
Your little bird was me.


Angel of Birds - Franz Dvorak

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