2013 Poetry Form Challenge

#15 Kyrielle Sonnet



This was once a very popular French form and dates from the Middle Ages. It is written in quatrains (four lines of poetry) which includes a Refrain B, (A repeat line, phrase, or word), and as is normal with French poetry it is syllabic (in this case eight syllables, English - "Tetrameter") to make up a quatrain rhyming thus:
a. a. b. B..... c. c. b. B.... etc
each quatrain finishing with the same line, phrase or word. It is however acceptable to have the couplets alternate in the quatrain.
a. .b. a. B..
A three stanza Kyrielle lends itself beautifully to a sonnet form if the first line is carefully chosen so that it compliments the refrain.By adding that line to the refrain we have a couplet and by adding that to the three stanzas, we have 14 lines.
NOTE..A Sonnet is a 14 line poem, if it retains its original format, it will be a 3 stanza Kyrielle with a couplet.

To learn to love

Bodies and minds are conditioned by life
Must have heart open 'fore love says goodbye
Show your emotion, don't be stoic in strife.
To learn to love, you must learn to cry
Too long my heart has been asleep
Because of you my spirit is high
Now through you, I learn to weep
To learn to love, you must learn to cry
No longer holding feelings inside
which only you can dulcify
Choose instead this uncertain ride
To learn to love, you must learn to cry
Bodies and minds are conditioned by life
To learn to love, you must learn to cry



Kyrielle Sonnet Challenge Replies

Terry Clitheroe

Autumn Shadows
Crying Happily
Fire and Friendship
Formatted by Fate
Hot Air
I do not laugh
Kismet or is it
My Words
On the Swag
Only the Sea
Silent Tears
To Learn To Lovet
Twilight
Unforgettable
Your Complexity
Your Essence

Divena Collins

Angel of Death
Flames of Desire
Identity Nil
Please Don't Go
Prophets of Future
Running Amok
Sensations of Love
Unloved Child

Lorraine Dafney

Dear Jenny

Michael Dixon

Papa's Cafe

Etain Druatia

Chilling Cold

Leny Roovers

Construction IX
Construction X
Dreaming II
Dhyana
Dreaming II
Gallery
May
Neptunes Tears
Rain
Surya Namaskar
Trust
Unconsumated Love
Yoga XII
Your Voice VIII


Terry Clitheroe

Autumn Shadows

A peaceful moon shines down on Earth
The year has gone there's no turning back
Unable to hide the autumn's leafy dearth
Lighting shadows across her track.
Winter is preparing her three month stay
Drabbing even night's brown's and black.
But the autumn moon still holds sway
As she lights shadows across her track.
Life still holds warmth gained by day
Night soon cools, tries to steal it back
The moon resists the seasons decay
As she lights shadows across her track.
A peaceful moon shines down on Earth
Lighting shadows across her track.



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Crying Happily

What is rain but liquid sunshine,
Making life lush, and proud and tall.
Wine drops from angels as they dine
The tears of Heaven blessing us all.
Not all tears are that, some a sample
Denied too often, whilst building a wall
Built by time and parental example
Not tears of Heaven blessing us all.
Fathers make men by denying they cry
Only sissies cry, real men stand tall.
I sob and I blubber, I will not deny
And thank Heaven for blessing us all.
What is rain but liquid sunshine,
The tears of Heaven blessing us all.


El arte de Kagaya

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Fire and Friendship....Free Kyrielle Sonnet

Friendship grows with the briefest meeting
Like a raging fire grows from just a spark
Burning all in its path, leaving havoc and pain
Yet that small spark can also create warmth.
Fear not the fire you create when you love
There's a sense of comfort and deeper feeling,
Rather care for the tinder and fuel you use
Because small sparks can also create warmth.
Hard woods burn slowly and smoulder and last
Sitting in the evenings warmed by that fire
Its soft red glow, entirely warming your room
Created by a spark that has caused that warmth.
Friendship grows with the briefest meeting
Created by a spark that has caused that warmth.



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Formatted by Fate

Those treasures carefully locked inside
An almost empty mind, human outside
Is the loss of wisdom worth the cost,
What is the value of age if the mind is lost?
See her sitting there quietly smiling still
Originally placed there, against her will
Sometimes duty can be too heavy a cost
What is the value of age if the mind is lost?
No attention span and the words are gone
Mind formatted by fate, the body lives on
There are so many things I still need to ask
What is the value of age if the mind is lost?
Those treasures carefully locked inside
What is the value of age if the mind is lost?


Ein Besuch - Carl Spitzweg

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Hot Air

Today I watched hot air balloons
Traffic slowed at this lovely sight
Seeing six smiling coloured moons
Soaring eastward in the morning sky.
We drove on in slowed parade
Smiling as we passed them by
Envying them whilst they played
Soaring eastward in the morning sky
Into the dark of the Burnley Tunnel
Going deep instead of flying high
Losing them as we drove into hell
And they soared east in the morning sky.
Today I watched hot air balloons
Soaring eastward in the morning sky.



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I do not laugh

I do not laugh nor do I weep
The wounds I have go far to deep
But I live on still, or I just try
And do the best as days go by.
Words we spoke, songs we sang
The old bell a time or to we rang
The place echoes with our reverie
I remember as days go by.
And now I see another's face
It's another love, not replace
For I love her I need not try
Memories make as days go by
I do not laugh nor do I weep
I do my best as days go by.

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Kismet or is it?

Walking along life's mysterious path
No longer wondering what is in store
Never having faced Fate's wrath
Some find ease and want much more.
Life has paths that are ordained we take
But looking out is seen three or four
Alternative moves that they can make
Some find ease and want much more.
So a route is chosen without any strife
With ease and comfort develop a rapport
Always seeking a more luxurious life
Some find ease and want much more.
Walking along life's mysterious path
Some find ease and want much more.



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My Words

When I talk to you the words come easy
Yet inside the turmoil the excitement
Each syllable comes slipping out so freely.
And my words cause you no torment?
I hope my heart guides my tongue right
So that you know what is truly meant
So that you surrender to me tonight
And my words cause you no torment?
My mind willing to speak so lovingly
Will you miss my love, my true intent?
And treat my suit accordingly
When my words mean you no torment?
When I talk to you the words come easy
And my words mean you no torment?



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On The Swag

The road I choose is not with you
And think it’s time to shed this pack
I'm seeing now a different view
On the swag, and off down this track.
The road I chose has many bends
Taking trails that sometimes work back
I'm wondering if it ever ends
On the swag, and off down this track.
The road I chose has many a climb
The wind in yer face and sun at ‘back
It's easy enough if you take your time
On the swag, and off down this track.
The road I choose is not with you
On the swag, and off down this track.



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Only the Sea

And only the sea shall know them
The ocean depth will be their grave
The wind will tug the wet shrouds hem
Like farewell flags, the waters wave.
There is no church with bells to ring
No flowers cover the hallowed site
Nor choir with caring hymns to sing
Like farewell flags, the waters wave.
Neptune has claimed them all
And to his bosom they are gone
Till Armageddon makes the final call
Then welcome flags, the waters wave.
And only the sea shall know them
Like farewell flags, the waters wave.


Storm at Sea - Willem van de Velde the Younger

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Silent Tears

My lover is silent when she speaks
Her eyes say all telling of her plans.
Muted gifts from heavens peaks
Her words of love are with her hands.
My lover listens with sparkling eyes
Which reply to me in volumes
Sometimes mouthing her replies
Her words of love are with her hands.
My lover's tears are silent gems
Seldom now are they sadness cries
But happy ones from where love stems
My lover listens with sparkling eyes
My lover is silent when she speaks
Her words of love are with her hands.

My lovers touch means all to me
They are the words that tell me all
And more because she cannot see
Who needs sight to know the truth?
My love is silent when she looks at me
But sees more than those with sight
Her hands are extensions of her soul
Which doesn't need sight to know the truth'
My lover doesn't have sparkling eyes
There is no reflection from within
But tears will flow just as sincere
Because she really knows the truth!
My lovers touch means all to me
Who needs sight to know the truth?



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To Learn To Love

Body and mind conditioned by life
Shows no emotion, is stoic in strife.
Open my heart before love says goodbye
To learn to love, I must learn to cry
Too long my heart has been asleep
Now through you, I learn to weep
Because of you my spirit is high
To learn to love, I must learn to cry
No longer holding feelings inside
Choose instead this uncertain ride
Which only you can dulcify
To learn to love, I must learn to cry
Now it is time for me to weep
To learn to love, I must learn to cry

Now it is time for you to weep
Release all you have tried to keep
Trust in me love, I will not lie
To learn to love, you must learn to cry
I'm here besides you as you sob
Angry and frustrated, inside you rob
With trust our love cannot die
To learn to love, you must learn to cry
I look in your eyes seeing tears
Holding and kissing away your fears
Trust and love me for eternity
To learn to love, you must learn to cry
Bodies and minds conditioned by life
To learn to love, you must learn to cry.



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Twilight

Daylight is not for you and I
Mere mortals must relish this time
They fear the dark with sightless eye
Twilight glimmers with unclaimed dreams.
With dusk we wake and search for food
Our hunger satisfied on darker nights
The new dead flesh that taste so good
Twilight glimmers with unclaimed dreams.
Your soul is even a better fare
In return there is a half life state
So in the darkness best take care
Twilight glimmers with unclaimed dreams
Daylight is not for you and I
Twilight glimmers with unclaimed dreams.



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Unforgettable

What is rain but liquid sunshine,
Making life lush, and proud and tall.
Wine drops from angels as they dine
The tears of Heaven blessing us all.
Not all tears are that, some a sample
Denied too often, whilst building a wall
Built by time and parental example
Not tears of Heaven blessing us all.
Fathers make men by denying they cry
Only sissies cry, real men stand tall.
I sob and I blubber, I will not deny
And thank Heaven for blessing us all.
What is rain but liquid sunshine,
The tears of Heaven blessing us all.

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Your Complexity

In my dreams I see you really as you are
Perhaps as we were, or someday may be
It's something only my sleeping self can see.
In my wakened mind I see you for real.
You negate my comments out of feelings
You know I lie not, yet you do not believe
Past experiences have caused you conceive
In my wakened mind I see you for real.
Tis not your fault that you believe it is so
I know inside how delicate you must be
I wish somehow, you had complete faith in me
In my wakened mind I see you for real.
In my dreams I see you really as you are
In my wakened mind I see you for real.



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Your Essence

I taste your essence on my lips
I sense you blowing on the wind
Still feel you at my fingertips
And see you smiling in my mind.
At heavenly dust a passion grips
Each night with dusk I feel a kind
Of bond with you of honeyed sips
And see you smiling in my mind.
Soul and body freely flies anew
My will unlocks and love unbinds
A freer feeling of loving with you
And see you smiling in my mind.
I taste your essence on my lips
And see you smiling in my mind.



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Divena Collins

Angel of Death

Come ye death Angel I am ready to go now
For I have wept of sad tears far too long
Shall no longer hear laughter nor sad song
My spirit remains with a crow on the bough
I rest my form within the garden of souls
That are banished from their life forever
It is I within death my past I shall sever
My spirit remains with a crow on the bough
There shall be no sad tears when I am gone
For within past life I hath lived so well
And only within spirit I may return to tell
My spirit remains with a crow on the bough
Come ye death Angel I am ready to go now
My spirit remains with a crow on the bough.



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Flames Of Desire

How shall a woman feel within her desire
When only a gentle touch shall penetrate
Shall her heart beat at an alarming rate
When the heat is upon a smouldering fire
That may only begin with a desirous spark
Fantasies linger deep within her dream
To be all and more than fantasies seem
When the heat is upon a smouldering fire
Until flickers of flames calm down to rest
The flames of desire shall flicker forever
Passionate dreams shall fade away never
When the heat is upon a smouldering fire
How shall a woman feel within her desire
When the heat is upon a smouldering fire.


Flames Of Passion - inertiak

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Identity Nil

If he should sign along the dotted line
Upon a document he did not receive
However should he once again believe
He has no facts of a proven identity
Should he trust the practice of good will
When he cannot even find the dotted line
What rights do they ask him now to sign
He has no facts of a proven identity
He wondered why he was there at all
Why should he sign what he wont receive
For who he was he shall never retrieve
He has no facts of a proven identity
If he should sign along the dotted line
He has no facts of a proven identity .



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Please Don't Go

So keen is the woman that lures her prey
Unto an eve of promiscuous affection
With no fears of a point blank rejection
Yet it was she who enticed him to stay
Caught up in her web no way to escape
Another victim lured in a tangled trap
All he had hoped for was love and a nap
Yet it was she who enticed him to stay
There was no way he had any illusions
For she made sure that he would know
Why ever else should his interests grow
For it was she who enticed him to stay
So keen is the woman that lures her prey.
Yes it was she who enticed him to stay.



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Prophets Of future

Oh realms of Kings that stands upon the vale
Open thy palace doors to the words of wisdom
Of the simple folk that dwell in thy kingdom
Yea they were thy prophets of the future
And hath been faithful of word in the past
So soon the dark knight shall be upon thee
It is written in the prophesies to be
There within thy prophets of the future
Much too soon shall it all be revealed
They shall predict all through their wisdom
They see the future and are wrong seldom
Yea they were thy prophets of the future
Oh realms of Kings that stands upon the vale
Yea they were thy prophets of the future.



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Running Amok

Within years gone by when Knights were old
When fine ladies ran amok with a woodcutter
He was the one that made their hearts flutter
'Twas the ladies were the ones that were bold
For media 'twas never the best they could do
'Twas he that had gained their attention
Teasing was never within sin to mention
'Twas the ladies were the ones that were bold
He was only following his better instincts
Which would never look good within a court
Apart from love whatever else could he report
'Twas the ladies were the ones that were bold
Within years gone by when Knights were old
'Twas the ladies were the ones that were bold.


Woodland Lovers - Henry Nelson O'Neil

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Sensations Of Love

Let this love I percieve within your eyes
That shall ever be a reflection of mine
Where both inner feelings shall combine
Forever to remain much deeper inside.
So much so for our eyes shall never lie
Sensations linger within a loving touch
For these pleasures hath taught as much
That which forever remains deeper inside
A feeling that we both may never forget
For affection shall both be yours and mine
Ours is a love that shall feel as divine
Forever to remain much deeper inside
Let this love I percieve within your eyes
Forever to remain much deeper inside.



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Unloved Child

How could the life of a child be sacrificed
Cruelty of the innocent was unbeknown
Her scars within were never to be shown
What heartbreak this unloved child endured
Hidden away from a sympathetic society
Starved of nourishment robbed of care
Of a parential love they could not share
What heartbreak an unloved child endured
Her beautiful face was that of an angels
The scars within were never to be shown
Only within death was starvation beknown
What heartbreak this unloved child endured
How could the life of a child be sacrificed
What heartbreak this unloved child endured.



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Lorraine Dafney

Dear Jennie

I think of you my dear Jennie,
more than I thought, I would back then
I write about you quite often
with love from within that grows free
For your guidance thank you, mommy
I could not have picked or chosen,
a kinder sweeter, great person
with love from within that grows free
Whose helped plant my roots like a tree
and sometimes I think life's taken
the one most important token
with love from within that grows free
I think of you my dear Jennie,
with love from within that grows free

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Michael Dixon

Papa's Cafe

Where ever you are I will be
Just look inside and you will see
Although I shall be far away
You'll sense the aroma always
Don’t be afraid to be alone
Our time apart is the unknown
You know Ill miss you everyday
You'll taste the latte blend always
When you are sad or feeling blue
Recall these words I say to you
When you leave from papa's cafe
You'll sense the love inside always
Where ever you are I will be
Our time so short but true always.

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Etain Druantia

Chilling Cold

Mirror must lie for I feel old
Weary legs trudge up endless stairs
Once in, must peel off many layers
I hate hate hate this chilling cold
I’m an autumn girl, truth be told
love the lingering warmth of fall
leaves gaily dance 'til final call
I hate hate hate this chilling cold
I yearn to be free of winter’s hold
I’d like to hibernate until spring
awaken to blooms as birds sing
I hate hate hate this chilling cold
Mirror must lie, I feel so old
I hate hate hate this chilling cold.

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Leny Roovers

Construction IX

Bare hands are reaching from grey shrouds,
titanium skin reflects Sun’s rays
as at the feet of piled up clouds
her soul is offered to his blaze.
On concrete feet, with ribs of steel
her body’s raised to brave time’s plays;
with head thrown back in mute appeal
her soul is offered to his blaze.
Her roots seek traces of lost blood
as tendrils glide through spiralled maze;
descending deep in ancient mud
her soul is offered to his blaze.
Bare hands are reaching from grey shrouds-
her soul is offered to his blaze.

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Construction X

As concrete flows in fat gray streams,
it suffocates my outbound dreams.
Condemned to die inside this swamp,
tall trees are waving- death redeems.
Highrises, raising wide steel beams
are choking roots of wood- it screams;
as saws grip trunks, prepared to chomp,
tall trees are bending- death redeems.
Forever changed by man-made schemes,
my window’s view breaks up its theme.
New shops are opened with great pomp-
tall trees are falling- death redeems.
As concrete flows in fat gray streams,
tall trees are dying- death redeems?

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Dhyãna -Yoga XIV

Enveloped by Sun's healing hands,
I open heart and soul- connect;
relinguish grip of life's demands-
in meditation I reflect.
Like floating dandelion seeds,
I see my drifting thoughts collect-
temptation lessens, then recedes.
In meditation I reflect.
I hear the morning song of birds,
yet neither follow, nor reject,
serenity exceeds all words;
in meditation I reflect.
Enveloped by Sun's healing hands
in meditation- I reflect.

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Dreaming II

The doona’s snug up to my ears,
between the blinds I see Moon’s face
smile down on me, rub out my fears-
enfolding me in dream’s embrace.
I’m rocked on clouds that travel south,
swift airwaves carry us through space;
I taste the sweetness of your mouth
enfolding me in dream’s embrace.
In lilac veils Dawn greets the day,
night disappears without a trace.
My eyes are kissed by Sun’s first rays,
enfolding me in dream’s embrace.
The doona’s snug up to my ears,
enfolding me in dream’s embrace.

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Gallery

My inner eye watches a screen;
in spirals images go round,
fast changing, no break in between-
in stepping back I find my ground.
Visions on display alluring,
pull me towards pools of rainbowed sound;
unborn wishes are maturing,
in stepping back I hold my ground.
I see dogs and fishes, flowers,
a gaping pea-pod looks profound;
Sun and Moon unfold their powers,
in stepping back I guard my ground.
My inner eye watches a screen,
in stepping back I touch my ground.

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May

A chorus-line of slim young trees
is swaying on May's heady beat;
thin branches flutter leaves in breeze,
vibrations thrill through steadfast feet.
Among high treetops birds seek mates,
with puffed up chests bold males compete
as lady turns her head and waits;
vibrations thrill through steadfast feet.
Her choice depends on song and nest;
encouragement is in her tweet,
inspiring him to build his best-
vibrations thrill through steadfast feet.
A chorus-line of slim young trees-
vibrations thrill through steadfast feet.

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Neptune’s tears

With angry tears night’s velvet’s ripped;
as wings of feeble men are clipped,
blue burning bolts of light are thrown-
hot blood is turning into stone.
Cold rain is slashing down, it whips
on bowing heads of men and ships;
below the gale you hear their moan-
hot blood is turning into stone.
High waves rush forward, lashing shores
while Neptune’s voice thunders and roars;
false tears are drowned as masks are blown-
hot blood is turning into stone.
With angry tears night’s velvet’s ripped,
hot blood is turning into stone.

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Rain

Grey sheets of rain obscure my view
since Sun played truant, stealing heat;
my summer frocks wait for their cue-
hide memories of sunlit streets.
Six weeks of drought came to an end,
parched throats of trees drink to replete-
their crowns, bowed low as rain descends,
hide memories of sunlit streets.
Fast flowing rivers took roads’ place,
no bikes in sight, they can’t compete
as wider arms of cars’ embrace,
hide memories of sunlit streets.
Grey sheets of rain obscure my view,
hide memories of sunlit streets.

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Surya Namaskar-Yoga XIII

In raising arms up to the Sun
I stretch my spine- feel bones align.
Then bending to inverted Vee,
my drifting thoughts find rest in Thee.
My body follows age-old rites,
each posture brings a deeper peace;
in rhythm with each move I see
my drifting thoughts find rest in Thee.
In yielding to each ãsana,
I find relief in centered breath.
As muscles stretch, my mind’s set free-
my drifting thoughts find rest in Thee.
In raising arms up to the Sun,
my drifting thoughts find rest in Thee.

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Trust

In raging storms strong trees stay put
as leaves are chased in hot pursuit.
Tall slender stems bow with each gust,
while weaker ones break down to dust.
Each root sends suckers in the soil
to grip the earth in tendrilled coils.
Undaunted trees sway with the thrust
while weaker ones break down to dust.
Well hidden in dark, deeper layers
life’s fluid runs in streams of prayers.
Each budded leaf unfolds in trust,
while weaker ones break down to dust.
In raging storms strong trees stay put,
while weaker ones break down to dust.

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Unconsummated Love

A pale faced Moon, in day’s disguise,
attracts far reaching rays of Sun;
as heat enfolds her, she’s his prize-
will soon be dreaming pearls of stars.
Her lover left with fond goodbyes,
their passion vanished ere begun;
her blooming heralds his demise,
will soon be dreaming pearls of stars.
In blackest mourning Moon now cries,
without his warmth she feels undone.
A veil of shooting stars apprise-
will soon be dreaming pearls of stars.
A pale faced moon, in days disguise
will soon be dreaming pearls of stars.

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Yoga XII

Deep in my belly dreams a snake-
in Pranayama she can wake.
I close my eyes and cross my legs,
as breath is forming perfect eggs.
Inhaling air along my spine,
expanding vertebrae align;
each measured step removes old dregs,
as breath is forming perfect eggs.
Exhaling flows from crown of head,
then runs from throat to breast instead
. Each pause in breathing’s marked by pegs-
as breath is forming perfect eggs.
Deep in my belly dreams a snake,
as breath is forming perfect eggs.

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Your Voice VIII

As brown vibrations rock my soul,
long drought ploughs chasms in my skin;
warm thrills echo your voice within-
bare tears once hidden, are consoled.
Each whispered word, in gentle toll
brings harmony to discords torn,
withdraws fanged venom from each thorn;
bare tears once hidden, are consoled.
My blood flows in an offered bowl;
from opened vein blooms roses’ sigh
in velvet petals- rapture’s nigh;
bare tears once hidden, are consoled.
As brown vibrations rock my soul,
bare tears once hidden, are consoled.

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