2013 Poetry Form Challenge

#24 Italian Sonnets



Of all the variations of the form we know as the sonnet today, the oldest is the Italian sonnet, also known as the Petrarchan sonnet, after its most famous user, Francesco Petrarca. Originally, it had no set structure and it was only after its adoption by the English that defined the Italian sonnet to consist of an octave, or 8-line stanza, which set up a situation, followed by a sestet, or 6-line stanza, which sets up a counter statement.
It was only much later that Wyatt and Spencer formalised it by the use of Iambic Pentameter. Here is an example by John Milton. Note: even though it has been anglicized it is still presented as a 14 line poem.

When I Consider How My Light Is Spent

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide;
"Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?"
I fondly ask; but Patience to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait."

John Milton




There are 3 basic Italian Sonnet Forms;
  1. Italian.
  2. Sicilian and
  3. Sonetto Rispetto.
The difference is in the octave.The octave is constructed of two quatrains.
  1. The Italian has a rhyme scheme of; a. b. b. a. a. b. b. a.
  2. The Sicilian has a rhyme scheme of; a. b. a. b. a. b. a. b.
  3. The Sonetto Rispetto (Ottava Rima Octave) has a rhyme scheme of; a. b. a. b. a. b. c . c.

Each of these forms can also have the choice of two sestets, Italian and Sicilian:
  1. The Italian sestet has a rhyme scheme of; .1. 2. 3. 1. 2. 3.
  2. The Sicilian Sestet has a rhyme scheme of; .1. 2. 1. 2. 1. 2.

Although it seems more natural to put the Italian octave with the Italian sestet and similarly the Sicilians, it is possible to mix them and have an Italian octave with a Sicilian sestet. Including the Sonetto rispetto this gives a permutation of six poetry forms. In Turco's book of forms, "Reflections in an Attic Room;" Wesley Court, gives excellent examples of the variations of these forms.

The following are three basic versions of this form.

The following sonnet is the three basic versions of this form.

Love Lingered
Italian Octave and Sestet

The piper played so long, but out of tune
Was his mind thinking of another thing
Misheard, and hearing some other words ring.
His anger and mistrust has clouded the moon
Forcing their friendship, to end much too soon.
Their bitter words soured that loving feeling.
Angry looks and sounds sent love cartwheeling
And reduced it all to a crazy cartoon.
But each cartoon ends in a more happy way
And where in time other things can prevail
To have a happy end you must begin
And the beginning starts with each new day
Perseverance is the meaning of this tale
So that in the end all lovers will win.

Adoro che cosa puo mai essere mine
Sicilian Octave and Sestet

I'm worshiping what can never be mine,
Nor possibly ever pass for what is a dream.
But she is real, we'll wait and bide our time,
So that we'll gain all that our love may seem.
Love is that silly state, that creates a regime,
Where fools are happiest see their eyes agleam,
See them so happy, their look is so sublime.
And more glowing than the brightest moonbeam.
Souls are easy guided by their lovers eyes,
Those bright windows betray what beats inside.
For that flash, that sparkle, cannot disguise,
An aftermath of love that cannot be denied.
So for a while there are just temporary ties,
And in that belief, other things are laid aside.

Lost and Found
Ottava Rima and Italian Sestet

I lost my heart to a heart unknown
Hidden deep within my tangled mind
Around which has hard callous grown.
I did not look for love nor expect to find
My mind was set and my heart like stone
And to all temptation I had gone blind.
Now there is one that claims my soul
Finally one who makes me whole.
On waking I think still of my heart
But now I can see that it is well,
Held in the hands of a special someone
Who was once a stranger and now a part
Who gives a look to me as if to tell
"Your mine, and yet together we are one".

Ryter Roethical



Whether you choose to follow the strict path of Iambic Pentameter is your decision, but as an alternative I would suggest using constant line lengths of 8 or 10 syllables.

You could try this for an idea.

Presence in my mind
Ottava Rima and Italian Sestet


You have become a presence in my mind.
I do not like it, for no longer is my mind free
Instead, my waking time is taken up with thee
My thoughts once controlled and simple kind
Now wander off in space, to leave me blind
And think of things that I would like to be
Of the future, of love and of you and me
And the way our souls around each other wind.
In my minds eye I can see you everywhere
Each waking moment you steal my time
In thoughts so different to what was there
Now it is so natural to think that I'm
Thinking about someone for who I care
Someone to me who's made my life sublime.

Sicilian Sonnet


You have become a presence in my mind.
I do not like it, for no longer is my mind free
My thoughts once controlled and simple kind.
Instead, my waking time is taken up with thee
Wandering off in spaces that leave me blind
Thinking of things that I would like to be,
Or the way our souls around each other wind
And of the future, of love and of you and me
In my minds eye I can see you everywhere
Each waking moment into my mind you climb
With thoughts so different to what was there.
Now it is so natural to think that I'm
Thinking about someone for who I care
Someone to me who's made my life sublime

Terry Clitheroe


Italian Challenge Replies

Terry Clitheroe

Amor ti vietta
Bad Dreams
Be thou like a rose
Celestial Paths
City of Angels
Daylight Saving
Ecologies Bootprint
Evening Thoughts
Frustration
Give all to Love
Gone are the days
Just Surrender
Kicking the Night
Kinaesthesia
Kiss Me
Love Lingers
Over the Westgate
Perseverance
Presence in my Mind
Values
Xtremes
Zenith and Variation

Divena Collins

Back To Eternity
Dreamer of Dreams
Farmers Boy
FromDusk To Dawn
Ghost of Winter Past
Hurt But Unbroken
Journeys End
Natural Instinct
Prophesy of Earth
Sabastion Swallow
Seduzione
Vulnerable Winkles
Warmth Within

Peggy Nelson

Life

Leny Roovers

Clouds
Dawn
Harmony
Hidden
Inside the Mirror
Loving You
Mindscapes
Nights Peace
Silence
Transformation
Unforgettable
Within


Terry Clitheroe

Amor ti vieta

Glossa, Ottava Rima and Sicilian Sestets

Love forbids you not to love.
That gentle hand that repulses me
sought the pressure of my hand;
your eye says: "I love you",
though your lips are saying: "I won't!"
Fedora; Umberto Giordano.

Love forbids you not to love;
Having known you, how could I not.
I did not need any gentle shove,
Nor a victim of a match makers plot.
I know this was a gift from those above
With cupids arrow I have been shot.
To be with you is all I'll ever crave,
I have become your humble slave.
That gentle hand that repulses me;
Does it intend that I should go away
It confuses me I don't understand.
Why does it grip not set me free
Instead of holding so that I stay
You know I'm yours to command.

You sought the pressure of my hand;
And I feel the wanting of your touch.
Body language gives this different view.
Yet you say solitude is where you stand
Is it only at dreams that I can clutch
Creating this great desire for you.

Your eyes say: "I love you",
I cannot believe that you don't
I'm confused, what should I do?
Your lips still say to me: "I won't!"
I wish you would give me a clue
I cannot leave you we'd both be alone
Yet I hear you say: "please, go away".
But your body language says: "stay!".
Though your lips are saying: "I can't"
Everything else tells me that you want me
Should I call your bluff and leave right now?
Would I hear you call out: "please don't,
Please stay here where you need to be",
And kiss me, and make that final vow.



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Bad Dreams
Sicilian Sonnet

Sleep gives wings to all hidden dreams
And causes my fantasies to take flight.
In my sleep I dare to imagine schemes
Welcoming my deep desires each night.
Yet swift as rain from thunderous beams
Pours sorrow into my somnambulistic sight
Changing the tempo of passioned screams
Into a painful, and acrimonious plight
What kind of beast dwells so deep within
That lends power and strength to this,
Tearing at my soul leaving me reeling,
What causes lesser harm than fancies kiss?
'Stead sends imagination away, stealing,
Any amorous intent into a black abyss.



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Be thou like a rose
Ottava Rima and Sicilian Sestet

Be thou like a Rose my beloved
Let not thy thorns keep me away.
When I see thee I am resolved
So pray hold me and bid me stay.
Thy womanly scent has drawn me,
My hasty actions thus betray
Helpless like the worker bee I'm drawn
Giving in to you I became your pawn.
Nights become as day I wait on thee
I am but a slave to give thee pleasure
Tell me what ever it can be.
I promise what e'r you ask I will treasure
Nothing will be impossible to me
I offer you a love beyond all measure.

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Celestial Paths
Ottava Rima and Sicilian Sestet

Two lovers looked towards the sky and wished.
A star in the night sky winked back at them.
Thinking she'd granted them their wish they smiled,
Paths are known to part, so we should not condemn.
The star did not intend the lovers to be beguiled
In innocence their lives had become a mayhem
And a simple wink misunderstood as to its intent
Where sometimes what we want to see isn't meant.
A star is only a witness to an event
She watches the earth each night where lovers meet.
Deaf and innocent she doesn't know what's meant
All she sees is love and watches the build of heat
Seeing them after, kissing, happy and content
But daytime brings guilt, misery and deceit.

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City of Angels
Ottava Rima and Italian Sestet

All I heard was the scream of the jets
As I tried to listen to the earth today
Black car fumes, dust and cigarettes
Blocked my thoughts there was no way
That life could exist here without regrets.
People take here without thought to pay
The Earth breathes and lives and cares,
Breathe, and live in this filth, who dares?
Rain will not wash away this kind of grime,
Those in control are deaf, and set in mind
Nor do they care about their people's health.
The boom of the earth is ignored by crime,
They silence those who care and are kind
For all they have ever cared for is wealth.

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Daylight Savings
Italian Sonnet

The clocks go back tonight at two
Six months now of lighter eves
From the morning daylight thieves
We'll all be sad when it is through.
Those who dislike it, are very few
But some would argue who believe
In balance, when days start and leave
That would cater for just a few.
But winter is the blackest bit
In darkness out of bed we go forth
But on summers eves we sit
Outdoors and enjoy the warmth
A pleasanter time you must admit
Than indoors on a winter month.



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Ecologies Bootprint
Sicilian Sonnet

Once again we must weep for the Earth
Weep for the trees that no longer exist.
Few really appreciate what they are worth
Too late will man realise what he has missed.
And no way restricting humanities birth.
Greedily thinking of the wealth of his fist
Not considering that he’s creating a dearth
And despite strong objections still persists
Removing homes and food for those unlike he:
And whilst the Earth rebels in her way
In his ignorance he still fails to see
That sometime there will come a day
When the Earth will remove the debris
Then man will not be welcome to stay.


Wolf Spirit Guide - Susan Seddon Boulet

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Evening Thoughts
Ottava Rima, Italian Sestet

As twilight begins to dim the evening sky
You hear the birds giving their final calls
In between the trees echoing daytime's sigh
Seeing shadows lengthen as suns light falls
Finally the sun sets and we see the day die
It is then daytime scene becomes black walls
All references change to become those of night
And tactile senses replace those of sight.
Suddenly the wind changes as though it's sleepy
All the birds have finally ceased their chatter
And we hear the bats leave, seeking fruit again.
The moon, the stars light the sky there's naught creepy
Hear the rabbit and other creatures pitter-patter
It's all a wonderful part of the nights refrain.


Autumn Landscape at Dusk - Vincent van Gogh

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Frustration
Italian Sonnet

I worship what can never be mine,
Nor possibly ever pass for what is a dream,
But she is real, and all that love may seem,
And so we will wait and bide our time.
Love is a silly state, that could ne'r be a crime,
But loving fools are happiest in that state,
And are happier still when led by fate,
Ever satisfied whilst they hear souls chime.
Souls are easy guided by their lover's eyes,
Those windows betray what beats inside.
For that flash, that sparkle, cannot disguise,
An aftermath of love that cannot be denied.
So for a while there are just temporary ties,
And in that belief, other things are laid aside.



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Give all to Love
Italian Octave, Sicilian Sestet

Tonight our love reached its peak so far.
Yet I am reminded that there is nothing,
Nothing we cannot do with the help of loving,
Because each time we meet, we raise the bar.
But there is no challenge, nothing from afar
True love sets a higher mark to everything
All who love naturally harken to its calling
Freely bound to love to follow their love star
In the light of dawn we will renew our vows
Absent of stars, the sun will watch above
Smiling, knowing that a thousand tomorrows
Will not lessen by one thousandth of
My feelings when one look is enough to arouse
All of my desire to give all to love.

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Gone are the days
Italian Octave, Sicilian Sestet

Gone are the warm days when I could hold you
Now you are faced with the coldness of winter.
Winter will not last this time, or any forever,
This time no ice or snow will mar your view.
Instead all that is needed is a kiss or two
Or three, or four, preferably those that linger
And will until your dying days remember
Moments which until now have been so few.
Time passes and in your winter I'll bring you heat
That warmth will melt any shadow of doubt
Instead pass on what is your own heartbeat.
Together we will impress so that we may shout
Our love to the world and boast of our feat
And hand in hand see all of Eternity out.

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Just Surrender
Ottava Rima, Sicilian Sestet

Surrender to me it has become the day
I bid thee seek not dreams this time, merely stand
I shall take thee with me and show thee the way
Perhaps from time to time I may take your hand
Meaning it two fold, that also asks “Please stay”
These are not words I speak light, they are real
Serving in some minor way, telling how I feel.
Surrender to me it has become the night
Is not night the time for lovers and dreams?
Together we will love and plan till morning light
My reward is your smile and loving eyes gleams.
And when the moon and stars then take to flight
We close our eyes for a while forgetting schemes



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Kicking te Night
Ottava Rima, Sicilian Sestet

I walk slowly along the suburban street
Kicking the night along in front of me
Carefully avoiding the rises in the concrete.
With the poor street lights it's hard to see.
Just watch for where shadows and white meet
At least it's swept and there is no debris.
I just had to get out and help clear my mind
Words'd been said, that were unjust and unkind
Today there was too much pain, Never again!
But I say that every time and like the fool I am
Commit myself to another plan that's inane
I'll learn to find someone that's not a sham
Ignore something else, for once use my brain.
But why search, at my age why give a damn.

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Kinaesthesia
Sicilian Sonnet

See how rivers dance as starlight twinkles

And clouds like dreams fly across the sky
Eve's wind gently waves the ranunculales
Almost as if wishing the dying day goodbye.
Birds go silent, as dust the sandman sprinkles
Nights creatures emerge, whilst day ones lie.
The bat and rat rampage creating a shambles
And mother moon arises, the stars and her ally.
Then is the time when creatures stop and stare
Thanking the moon and stars for what they do.
They rule the heavens for all those who care
Where lovers gaze and wish as one, not two
Their two souls unite, then mortal, still a pair
Must part for awhile wishing each other adieu.


Light of the Rose - Josephine Wall

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Kiss Me
Ottava Rima, Sicilian Sestet

Always kiss me goodnight, never say goodbye,
Kiss me when you can, and when you can't, think of me.
Love is much too precious to think, to ask why,
And pain is caused by thinking where you want to be.
Don't ever leave me wishing that I want to die
Left wondering, hopeless in a black miasmic sea.
I know about pain, have felt it many times before,
But now I know you, I don't want that anymore.
We're far from perfect in our ways you and I
Yet we lived together in harmony for a while
And could so again and we both know why
I do my best to make you happy see you smile
So please consider what I say very carefully
Always kiss me goodnight, never say goodbye.

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Love Lingers
Italian Octave Sicilian Sestet

The piper plays, then each part allots
He lingers but not reluctantly so
It is free to you and I, to come and go
In staying back we're tied in tender knots.
Feeling trembles when we kiss this way
Music has stirred the feeling in our breast
And tender touching does all the rest
With looks that bid each other to stay.
Now time and tide has done its worst
And youth and looks are left behind.
The piper on occasion gives a burst,
Then less Youthful figures soon find,
Someone to love and sate their thirst
Someone of a more similar mind.

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Over the Westgate (Morning)
Sonetto Rispetto

Someone left a clipped fingernail hanging
On a velvet sky, pretending it was a moon.
Wrinkled trees stand there branches moaning
Feet buried in dirt hoping rain will come soon.
Old cotton dressed like fog slows down driving
Except for the red, hot car driven by the hoon
Rich man and poor man slowly creep forward
And for that, a day of toil is there only reward.
Unseen is the shimmering fog bank of the bay
But above that morning mist there is still sky
Through them still seeing stars shimmer and sway
Like diamonds across rich breasts catch the eye
And once seen, unable to drag the eyes away
Till honking horns and flashing bring back reality.



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Perseverence
Italian Sonnet

The piper played, but out of tune
And a mind thinking of another thing
Misheard, hearing other words ring.
Anger and mistrust clouded the moon
Forcing friendship, to end too soon.
Bitter words soured feelings in the breast
Angry looks and sounds did all the rest
Reducing it all to a crazy cartoon.
But each cartoon ends in a happy way
Where in time other things can prevail
To have a happy end you must begin
And begin starts with each new day
Perseverance is the meaning of this tale
So that in the end all lovers will win.



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Presence in my Mind.....Alternative Italian
Italian Octave, Sicilian Sestet

You have become a presence in my mind.
I do not like it, for no longer is my mind free
Instead, my waking time is taken up with thee
My thoughts once controlled and simple kind
Now wander off in space, to leave me blind
And think of things that I would like to be
Of the future, of love and of you and me
And the way our souls around each other wind.
In my minds eye I can see you everywhere
Each waking moment you steal my time
In thoughts so different to what was there
Now it is so natural to think that I'm
Thinking about someone for who I care
Someone to me who's made my life sublime.



Sicilian Sonnet

You have become a presence in my mind.
I do not like it, for no longer is my mind free
Instead, my waking time is taken up with thee
My thoughts once controlled and simple kind
Now wander off in space, to leave me blind
And think of things that I would like to be
Of the future, of love and of you and me
And the way our souls around each other wind.
In my minds eye I can see you everywhere
Each waking moment you steal my time
In thoughts so different to what was there
Now it is so natural to think that I'm
Thinking about someone for who I care
Someone to me who's made my life sublime.

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Values
Ottava Rima and Sicilian Sestet

I watch the white whispy clouds slowly appear
There is no promise of even one damp drop.
Of the promised thunderstorm, there is no fear
Give me one reason why I would wish to stop
The miracle happens, that would bring such cheer
But once again the forecasters have made a flop
And the promised storm has ended in nought
Exactly as all the cynics thought.
Too little, too often we are promised some rains
With dams that are low and rivers gone dry
But never the right places only down city drains
The politicians bullshit, then spin another lie
Using committees instead of using their brains
As all over, we watch good farmlands die.

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Xtremes
Italian Octave and Sestet

Oh Love, doest thou know thy brother Hate?
Nay! Please realise that he remembers thee;
For no matter how ignorant thou dost be,
His knowledge of thee could never dissipate.
And shouldst thou seek, perchance, to expiate,
Or wish to make amends for past inclemency
Whilst thou art modest, forgiving in thy decency
He was never ever known to mitigate.
For in thy answer "Learn to turn the other cheek"
How can you love someone who has hurt again?
Not to hate would seem by some to be weak
And so why then is it wrong to hide the pain?
Sometimes it is that action that the weakest seek
When to walk away completely would be the gain..

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Zenith
Italian Octave and Sicilian Sestet

A perfume splash on ivory mounds,
Or between, or there, where blush wine
And colours melt swirling shapes divine,
Creating heartbeats and throbbing pounds.
Thighs brush, whispers, a deeper voice
Stockings discard, and scented winds drift
Across shimmering pools, in passioned shift
Moon glow colours become the loving choice.
Feather breath warmth, with voiceless words
Promising eyes, soft with loves surrender,
Tongues tickle belly sides, with soft spoke tips
Spoken by those eyes with shining chords
Softly a lovers hand slowly tiptoeing there,
Until final mews of pleasure from those lips.

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Reverse Italian

Feather breath warmth, with voiceless words
Promising eyes, soft with loves surrender,
Tongues tickle belly sides, with soft spoke tips
Spoken by those eyes with shining chords
Softly a lovers hand slowly tiptoeing there,
So much arousal of pleasure from those lips.
A perfume splash on ivory mounds,
Or between, or there, where blush wine
And colours melt swirling shapes divine,
Creating heartbeats and throbbing pounds.
Thighs brush, whispers, in deeper sounds
Stockings discard, and scented winds drift
Across shimmering pools, in passionate shift
Moon glow colours become the loving rounds.

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Divena Collins

Back To Eternity
Ottava Rima, Italian Sestet

Let not love within my heart be broken
I knowest not what thy thoughts entail
that dwell deep within remain unspoken
open thy heart let not this sorrow prevail
is not love within, bound as in a token
that shall never be within memory to fail
for an eternity this love shall ever bloom
what we had in the past may only resume
unto inborn desires that shall never desist
whilst fantasies of passion remains true
nigh upon eternal stars lovers shall merit
from sweetest fantasies that ever exist
within mystical eyes that doth open anew
back to eternity where love shall inherit.



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Dreamer Of Dreams
Italian Sonnet

Dreamer of dreams from a far of ocean
pray tell me what do you dream tonight
before darkness upon thee turns to light
upon thy mystic journey of ice and snow
unto a fantasy world sweet dreamers go
where all around shall be gistening bright
within arctic regions of polar bears white
when the northern lights mystically show
magical fantasies within this wonderland
to awaken from shall soon break the spell
thou may only retrieve within thy dreams
fantasy of dreams may never be planned
remaining ever where only time shall tell
when fantasies within slumber redeems
the next dream may be of desert sands.



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Farmers Boy
Sicilian Sonnet

He tilled the land from morning to dusk
as his father had done long before him
reaped the earth of a corn fields crust
within short stubbled stalks kept trim
the earth was hard and the going grim
a long earned life is more than a whim
never retired though he thought he must
his hard earned days were looking slim
but he would miss the old blackbird cry
as he awakened him up within song
a mellow daybreak with sun in the sky
if he gave up his heart would belong
nigh unto the dawning of a gentle sigh
knowing then decisions shall be wrong.



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From Dusk to Dawn
Sonetto Rispetto

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLJtLc_wVgA Voice of the Nightingale Part 1/2 - Wladyslaw Starewicz

Hark! I hear a sweet nightingale sing
soft serenades from a lovers romance
thy tiny song bird on feathered wing
proudly perched within a rigid stance
melodious notes of wonders thy bring
whatever the season thy doth enhance
come ye nightingale sing thy sweet song
high in the willows where thou belong
as morning sun peeps thro`the leaves
of shaded pockets thus to be found
variegated tree ivy winds and creeps
in the calm of the cool morning breeze
his head tucked under wings so sound
hushed the nightingale silently sleeps.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YGIkSm11sY Voice of the Nightingale Part 2/2 - Wladyslaw Starewicz

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Ghost of Winte Past
Sonetto Rispetto

It is I the ghost of winters passed
suffered of hunger and bitter cold
forsaken to die with no future cast
not to survive no chance to grow old
in a land of plenty why must I fast
tho' perish I must deep within my fold
once we shared a land full of plenty
'fore we had gained much uncertainty
fittest of all was the cunning of man
when a wolf bowed his head in grief
howled to the moon just one more time
it was never to be within humane plan
upon winter season like the fallen leaf
it was I the ghost paid for their crime.



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Hurt But Unbroken

I have suffered much loss in the past
ventured much but nothing I gained
life was for me just a plaster cast
over a broken heart that had pained
not a thing was meant for me to last
within a confidence so restrained
sad the tears that flowed from within
the depths of a grieving heart therein
why oh why was this destined to be
memories are all there is left to keep
loving hearts shall once more nurture
when past is cast let blessed joys free
then loving hearts shall once again reap
much the same as it may for the future.



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Journeys End
Italian Sonnet

Strong winds blew the tiniest leaf from a tree
where e'er upon on earth may a journey end
shall it be wherever the wild winds shall send
up above the tree tops within clouds so high
along with the seagulls that skim the blue sky
afloat in gutters where the drain grids end
this tiny wind blown leaf may never defend
within the force of nature it shall not defy
unless swept thickly upon a compost heap
crinkled and dried within a garden bonfire
a woodland carpet so luxuriously spreads
that covers the earth once trees do sleep
tinted leaves of autumns glory shall inspire
upon every journey the tiniest leaf retreads.



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Natural Instinct
Sicilian Sonnet

I cast away deep thoughts of hesitation
for instincts tell me I shall miss the plot
just one calming session of relaxation
when an active mind shall speak of not
for a silent dream may reveal nought
yet dreams within are all we have got
alone within the trance of meditation
instinct reveals as wonders are sought
so shall the inner soul awaken to light
fresh within natures inward precision
there may be no hesitation unto insight
for eyes within sight shall be of a vision
especially so within the darkest night
where natural instincts fear no evasion.



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Prophecy Of Earth
Sicilian Sonnet

Dense the mists that gather all winter long
shall let no light show thro`a shrouded sky
nor shall the robins sing their winters song
and earth lies dormant within hill tops high
not an image nor scent of autumns gone by
winds are silent not a sound I wonder why
when all is as still then something is wrong
yet moods of nature not a soul shall defy
we are mere mortals surviving on earth
the air we breathe is part of existance
if all the season should suffer dearth
our life on earth may have no resistance
unless perhaps this planet plans rebirth.
when life once again regains persistance.



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Sabastion Swallow
Italian Sonnet

Sabastian swallow spread his feather'd wings
and flew high above the grampian mountain
far away to the kingdom of Scottish Kings
who had all of their clansmen to maintain
about the herds of haggis and other things
of which had to be slaughtered for certain
for causing so much havoc amidst the glens
chasing braw lassies far awa tae the fens
Sabastian swallow was the kingdoms spy
aye and was worth his light weight in gold
being so tight a kingdom he'd ever known
poor Sabastian sparrow why should he fly
for a Scottish kingdom with kings as bold
when a few years later they may telephone.



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Seduzione
Sonetto Rispetto

Slow she slinks past him in a flimsy gown
seducingly tempting his endurance is nil
sweet is her scent as she nestles down
as weaker he grasps his strength of will
fantasies of ecstacy endearingly shown
his heartbeat within shall never be still
luring her bait within a sensuous mood
that can only for both be feeling good
the nearness of her body tempting fate
sparks off a furnace of desirous flame
temptress she may be when time is right
webbed spider who had trapped her bait
shall seduce him slowly within no shame
until it is she his desires shall mate.



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Vulnerable Winkles
Sicilian Sonnet

Lots of periwinkles clinging to a rock
so vulnerable are they within shells hide
it may just be they shall end up as stock
and lose all their juicy bits deep inside
a winkle is a shell fish that has his pride
marooned on land from the ocean wide
eaten by a sea gull or cooked in a crock
or consumed by humans from high tide
fishermen may use them as bait you see
the fated winkle though shant disguise
what he was meant at the start to be
he shall never see for he has no eyes
so vulnerable a shell fish from the sea
boiled to a turn yet still we hear cries.



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Warmth Within
Ottava Rima and Italian Sestet

He holds my hand I feel warmth within
I can only say it is that of a token
that I shall treasure so deep herein
words of passion may ever be spoken
but it is true lovers that dare to win
an eternal love shall ne-er be broken
for hearts that remain true together
shall never be forsaken nor untether
one glance within eyes shall say it all
just one touch of a warm loving hand
softens the heart to a warm embrace
but only with passion love may enthrall
feelings are mutual and both understand
that this love is forever an eternal grace.



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Peggy Nelson



Life
Italian Sonnet

Traveled over the worlds greatest mountains
Marveled at many countless flowered fields
Amazed when the decisions were revealed,
For surviving immoral human strains
Suffered from painful wars raging insane
Blamed and damned by critics words unsealed
Released from foolish lustful visual fields
Where lusting spread infectious vast filled pain
Sitting bare naked on stone to the bones
Useless I be on earth; death becomes me
Stilled within humans blood-spattered waters
Farewell to Earths lashing, roaring cyclones
Free I'll be from distractive rotting sprees
Heaven bound where peaceful loving concurs.

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Leny Roovers

Clouds
Sicilian Octave and Sestet

As thought-ships drift across the sea of mind,
I watch white clouds stretch out like curling waves.
Row after row of heaven's surf that crave
their peaceful shore, leave heaving storms behind.
Strong winds have blown most tall-ships far apart-
celestial fleet dispersed in thin white lines,
now drawing light and graceful, floating signs
on sky's blue canvas, always changing chart.
I see how gulls are soaring on air's streams,
my heart flies with them, rising to far spheres;
it travels ever higher on sun's beams-
light's stairway to your shrine that I revere.
My soul traverses oceans in my dreams,
with birds and thought-ships, clouds that volunteer.

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Dawn
Ottava Rima, Italian Sestet

Dawn is still dressed in robes of mauve and pink,
her silhouette is pencilled with pale gold
touched by rising Sun on daylight’s brink;
she revels in his warm embracing hold.
Aurora shakes her shoulders with a wink,
melts naked into Sun as light unfolds.
In passionate reunion they exult,
a bright new day is born as due result.
This newly born is swathed in veils of blue,
set off by satin ribbons of pearl grey;
she blinks against suns light and then she yawns.
Fast growing Day plays with soft white cloud-ewes,
she'll soon be in full bloom of youth's bouquet.
At dusk night holds her as she dreams of dawn.



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December Blues
Italian Sonnet

My mind is in a turmoil once again
as suddenly sweet patience has run out.
I cannot see the cause for this fall-out,
it leaves me quite bewildered and in pain.
I wish I'd find the words that could explain
why joy has left since this came all about
love and companionship are in a drought,
the bond we share feels heavy as a chain.
Is it the time of year, December blues,
or just misunderstanding, a wrong key,
I hope to see some light before tonight.
We're different people, each his set of views,
seeking shelter from life's storms in love's lee.
Let's end this silly row, bring back delight.



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Harmony
Sicilian Octave and Sestet

When silence reigns once more within my mind,
I lay down chaos' burdens at your feet
and lift my head as souls prepare to meet-
our hearts are reaching out, in song entwined.
A bridge of hope spans continents of time,
it shows a choice of not yet traveled ways-
some are still dark, while others are ablaze
and beckoning to take the upward climb.
I take your offered hand as we proceed,
my footsteps fall in rhythm with heart's song;
vibrations harmonize in bodies keyed,
enfolded in your love, I can't go wrong.
We walk the path of life with steady speed,
enjoying each new view that comes along.



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Hidden
Ottava Rima and Sicilian Sestet

Still hidden in the womb of time to be,
our future grows from seed, sown in the past;
received in fertile soil, it might set free
two souls that have been bound by love to last.
Within my cells I feel my heart's strong plea
to bear the fruits of waiting, long amassed.
Life after life we met in Fate's own play,
can we consume this time our love's cache?
Inside, soft voices whisper to have trust,
preparing stretching tissues to give birth,
so once again hearts feel the upward thrust
and souls grow wings, escaping from the earth.
They leave behind old bonds of stifling dust,
while being filled with harmony and mirth.

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Inside the Mirror
Italian Octave and Sestet

Inside my mirrored eyes I see your face
reflected in the windows of my soul.
Your gentle smile can keep me in control-
my body longs to feel your warm embrace.
In mirror's depth our fingers interlace,
when eyes and bodies lock, we share one goal;
apart, we're less than half, together whole.
Our stubborn love refused to be erased.
You've been a part of me since time began,
no matter how we're tested, love stays strong.
I can't regret the pain that made me grow,
as I can see the outlines of life's plan.
Eventually we'll be where we belong,
then eyes and heavens all will be aglow.

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Loving You
Sicilian Octave and Sestet

You are my rainbow when the skies are gray,
the smile in people's eyes on each new meet;
you're in the song of birds at dawn's first tweet
and in my every prayer throughout each day.
I feel your touch in autumn sun's sweet kiss,
your taste still lingers in my favourite wine-
in strong black coffee I cannot decline.
You're in my quickened heartbeat as you call,
I feel your lips brush mine before I sleep;
and when the sky turns red at evening's fall,
I see your face among the stars' bright sweep.
At night you draw me close, keep me enthralled,
I listen to your heartbeat, strong and deep.

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Mindscapes
Sicilian Octave and Sestet

I watch my mind shift thought-ships into sheep,
in countless flocks they crowd green mental hills.
An ever-moving body, never still,
prevents my soul to come to you in sleep.
Imprisoned by soft woolly shapes, I stand,
unable to step forward in my dreams;
in this world in-between, silence redeems,
but I can't reach your peaceful, promised land.
I hear dogs bark as sheep start to disperse-
the shepherd of my mind has come to aid;
his whistle turns the herd into reverse
while shelties gather strays into the glade.
In this recaptured freedom I traverse
the meadows of my mind- now tranquil, staid.



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Night's Peace
Sicilian Octave and Italian Sestet

Four bright-eyed pointed faces look at me
with eyes that range from blue to yellow, green;
their message is one I have often seen:
it's after six and dinner-time, agree?
I can't refuse this plea, delay my tea,
obeying their twice-daily meal routine-
each gets its preferred plate, the elder three
have fish or soft food, while the youngest queen
eats biscuits, with some cat-milk on the side.
When after dinner, each has washed its face,
they join me on the lounge to watch the news,
three left and right, one near my head, astride.
Inside, a purring concert's taking place,
outside, the evening sky wears crimson hues.

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Silence
Ottava Rima and Sicilian Sestet

Inside my mirrored eyes I see your face
reflected in the windows of my soul.
Your gentle smile can keep me in control-
my body longs to feel your warm embrace.
In mirror's depth our fingers interlace,
when eyes and bodies lock, we share one goal;
apart, we're less than half, together whole.
Our stubborn love refused to be erased.
You've been a part of me since time began,
no matter how we're tested, love stays strong.
I can't regret the pain that made me grow,
as I can see the outlines of life's plan.
Eventually we'll be where we belong,
then eyes and heavens all will be aglow.



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Thankful
Sicilian Sonnet

I'm thankful for the beauty in each day;
crisp clearness of the early morning sky,
the seasons in my garden, year's array;
high soaring gulls, hearing their far-off cry.
Bright birdsong of my feathered friend the jay,
his blue-tipped wings delight my watchful eye;
he loves the acorns that I found today
and picking up the last one, calls goodbye.
My heart is filled with love at beauty's bliss,
Mozart's concertos opening my soul;
lifting my face to feel my lover's kiss,
his hand in mine, this sharing makes us whole.
I know our bond is strong and reminisce,
just grateful for this love, my life's new goal.



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Transformation
Italian Octave and Sicilian Sestet

Outside, tall poplar trees are shivering,
half naked in their dress of threadbare leaves;
as breath of autumn whispers through thin sleeves,
I see bare arms and fingers quivering.
Soon, cold winter's touch will be delivering
white, icy frocks, their cover will relieve
my unprotected poplar trees that grieve
and weave under harsh wind's administering.
Yet, deep within each tree new life is formed,
from each now naked finger buds will grow
that after winter's devastating storms
will burst and sprout in spring's abundant show.
In time, both trees and people will transform,
shake off old clothes and bend with life's own flow.

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Unforgettable
Italian Octave and Sicilian Sestet

My facial muscles quiver in quick mirth,
each time your thought-ships float into my sight;
from every sail your eyes shine down delight,
your lips are blowing kisses to the earth.
I listen to the wind and hear your name;
as autumn's sun brings back your warm embrace,
the mirror of my thoughts reflects your face-
I'll save it in my heart, in love enframed.
Love can't be measured with a scale or cord,
it can't be held in bottles or in tins,
nor can it be forgotten or ignored.
Love paints a shining glow on lovers' skins,
puts starlight in their eyes, to be adored,
it encompasses all and forgives sins.

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Within
Sicilian Sonnet

I'm building a retreat within my heart,
a place to contemplate and find release;
so every day will know its fresh new start-
in laying down old sorrows, I find peace.
In all my thoughts and actions You take part,
through You I feel vitality's increase;
plain, daily chores change into works of art
as focus on each task makes boredom cease.
All floors inside my shrine are made of love,
sweet silence drapes soft curtains on each wall
while discipline supports the roof above,
I'll rest within and listen to your call.
Your grace enfolds me like a silken glove,
within this sacred place my soul stands tall.



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