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2014 Poetry Form Challenge#10 Sicilian OctaveThis is an Italian form that is popular with sonnet writers. Originaly there was no set meter, but using iambic pentameter the suggested pattern is: a. b. a. b. a. b. a. b. Here is an example.
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Maryse AchongBeloved I will never understand Why I took so much time to recognize You; when You were right in front of me, and Were willing me to turn my blinded eyes On You; but when I took Your outstretched hand Everything changed; and now I realize That all else is floating fluff, shifting sand; A moment that lives fleetingly, then dies. ----- Incommunicado My phone is dead, it's been that way for days, The Phone Company said there was a glitch But who can believe anything it says, Their drivel's spewed with the flick of a switch. Ten days passed, but I offered thanks and praise That I could get 'on line' still, a feat which They must have overlooked, for they finds ways To mess things up, 'bad lines' their fav'rite pitch. Each day they tell me someone will be sent To check everything out, fat chance of that, One fellow came and whilst he may have meant Well, he trekked mud through the house, then he sat Down, fiddled with the phone; he seemed hell bent On taking it apart. I take my hat Off to him; for though the crackling sound went A deathly silence fell: I still can't chat. Then yesterday without warning the 'net' Went 'AWOL.', but they said a technician Had been assigned to check it, 'not to fret;' But he's gone 'MIA,' and no one can Find him; but I would be willing to bet That both of them have some sinister plan. When a friend called, thinking that he would get Me, the phone was answered by a strange man. ----- Oh September Come September my heart is always sad This month has claimed so many I held dear But truth be told I should hasten to add The same is so of other months I fear. But September has also made me glad So many loved ones birthdays fall in there And we celebrate every one with mad Abandon… September you bring good cheer. We count on your 'petit carem' reprieve When for a short while the rains cease to fall And we don't complain when we see them leave Because by then we've weathered storm and squall. Although the rain is good you'd best believe, That after months of wet its charm can pall. September there is no doubt that you weave A magic wand that affects one and all. ----- Seasons of the Heart "I'm not sure of my season," says the heart "I never know which period has set in; Sometimes without warning and with a start Something happens that sets me in a spin; Perhaps some mis-aimed love infected dart From cupid's arrow, much to my chagrin. I want to rip the stupid thing apart, But it's firmly imbedded in my skin. And there are times when I am warm, secure, Knowing that I am well loved, life is sweet, But then I fret, demanding something more, Convinced that I am somehow not complete; Not a malaise one can eas'ly ignore, And just as difficult to cure, to treat. This discontent is painful to the core, The only option often, to retreat. But sometimes I'm half dead, no energy I merely exist, out of whack, askew, In need of some cardiac therapy, That is when I call loudly out to You; For You resuscitate and revive me, Give added strength so that I feel brand new. When I'm intact the soul is happy, free To do the things that souls are meant to do." ----- To Everything "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace." I pray that I'll recognize each season And will accept the things that it demands, Will not doubt My Lord, demand a reason, But as they come just place them in His Hands. For though we may object we cannot shun Life's events as they move like shifting sands; There are some things from which we cannot run, Happy the man who knows and understands. back to list |
Kathy AndersonThere are flowers beside gravestones and grass Where the living go to mourn and grasp hands For amongst the lilies grows also loves mass Like bunches of daisies waving in stands, A bit of honey after salty bass Taking care not to fast, for life demands Starving out the land or lad as you pass These bitters are amongst dead things of sands. Away with Spring Slowly the sun goes, seasons so follow Sanguine hours spill, simply the days sway, Clocks measure all pieces, pastures fallow Crumbling in brownish leaves, where we'd stay Heaving sighs as songs. Summers mellow Hastens from our view, so we keep those days Memories and watch dancers graying and slow Match steps in the snows, spring put away. ----- Cloudy Lake Ripples, not quite allowing reflections To be mirrored, making suns light Dance in heavenly blue-gold profusion Across the lake, as in a dream of flight, Winds gently caressing like wing'd visions, Visible and yet not, like owls of night Silently seen, eyes glowing emotion Through a thousand clouds, many tails of kites. ----- Season in Chaos Season of chaos now comes to my world Wandering through dusty days, rainy nights, Changes from green to gold, quick unfurled Buds now dropping in death before my sight, Soon chaos cocoons the earth in it's pearl Blanket of frozen tears, blindingly light, Even at dusk all is a twinkle twirl Delight, for tulips pink await sun's bright.  ----- Time to Shine Time stands still when you are in my thoughts, Those that make my heart go a fluttering Then soar to the mountain top that we've sought, To find such special peaks, are our gifting. Upon the steps to Edens doors we wrought Utterly golden moments of loving, Unspent dreams tossed like shimmering coins bought Until the last pleasure dropped, shining.  ----- Yes, I Must Yes, I must wait to speak of The eternal love and desire we share For what is dared and pursued is above Such a pursuit, nor daring shall I spare. Showing I care, sure that you do love Certainly now prayers answered are there, Past has gone, now we are through the first trove We're doves alighting upon bright clouds fair. back to list |
Terry ClitheroeI worship what can never be mine, Nor possibly ever pass for what is a dream, And so I will wait and bide my time. For she is real, and all that love may seem. Love's a silly state, foolishness is not a crime, But fools are happiest when love's supreme, And are happier still as their spirits climb, Even more satisfied seeing their souls gleam. 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 in that while there are more permanent ties, And in that belief, other things are laid aside With love making us fools are we not as wise In that foolishness how can love have died? ----- Autumn in Victoria The northerlies are less frequent now The bite has gone from the constant sun Instead the southwesters begin to show And a little rain, let's hope La Nina's begun. There's a colour that pervades each bough The fresh green leaves now are all gone, It'll be four months before nature will allow Come September we'll see Winter's done. Next month, Winter will again turn life sane, The morbid colours do not attest to death There will be greenness to the land again When Nature wakes and takes a breath. Eucalyptus mist looks for marshes to drain. The birds are active still in Wattles and Fanteth Watching me knowing I'll share Piggys grain Unafraid, now follow me, demanding their tithe.  ----- Bee Its 7.30 am already a big fat bee is busy at work Each purple flower bouncing as she lands there Then flouncing once again as she leaves with a jerk That casts her off with sacred seeds stuck to her. She seeks not reward but neither would she shirk The offer of a drop of that hallowed yellow Juice that's goodness cleans moods of murk To that of George Shearings mellow. ----- Courtly Feelings My love, I want to grow old with you, But a long life can never be my destiny Doubtless we both know this to be true. And when you die I pray it will be me Waiting at the gate, to meet and guide you Together we'll turn as one towards eternity Two souls Kissing as they are want to do. As spirits, in love again we will ignite The flame of love, once more together Ever bound, ever will I be your knight Devoted to you my sweet Queen forever Every wish I shall champion with delight My very soul I offer to loves endeavour The Holy Grail of love is within my sight Overcoming all in my path whatever. ----- Dichotomy Because of fate we must live apart Life has decreed it must be this way Knowing now what is in my heart We seize each moment, each new day Tempering souls whilst separate With other souls we stop and play Because of fate we must live apart Life has decreed it must be this way Drawing strength, learning the art Treating life as if we are in a play Or what lays on the muses chart Wondering if will we meet today Bare our soul and offer our heart Sharing that look that eyes betray. Because of fate we must live apart Life has decreed it must be this way.  ----- Distance Loving Too soon time flies, then lovers part Then spend their time regretting waste. Because of other thoughts at the start Should wasted times together be replaced? Do you think, you have left your heart Somewhere where it will be carefully placed, Lasting promises forever play their part And although apart is still never a waste. Consider only that you two were there As lovers who spent one short while Sharing and laying your souls out bare. Where love and honesty is the only style You finally met someone and truly care. Although your separated by many a mile Time will go by and you only need to dare To wait until once again you see that smile. ----- Good Night It is now that special time of night There is no time or need to think at all The mood is softened by wine and light The muse has me and taken o'er control. She reminds me of the past and loves bite And at last a love that makes me whole Knowing thus, gladly will I quit the fight Now I know well you've touched my soul. The music is softer now, thinking of you My eyes are ready to close it's the end of day Even more the wine has softened my mood Soon I'll have my love with whom to play There is just one final act I have to do Close the lid and put my laptop away Enough of life today I have viewed My last thought "I love you" I have to say.  ----- Hot Summer Nights Fireworks thunder way over in the East Welcoming adventures to this shore, And while the strangers drink and feast Hear crackers flash and watch rockets soar. But here is peace and the noise decreased And here I write and wax poetic scores, Reading and drinking good wine at least With gentle thoughts that are never a bore. Alone with my thoughts as music plays, My love lies isolated from these scenes. Whilst in her garden winter still lays With gentle thoughts and tiptoe dreams. Hot summer nights the Cicadas phase Are stifled by midnight's hot streams Trembling waves from walls, almost ablaze And in the distance hear music's screams. Night quietens now as celebrations close 'Cept occasional planes on finals o’er head Suddenly from the Port there's a wild noise And a final cheer before they go home to bed. The radio is silent with no more applause The wine and time make my limbs like lead Deciding it's time now, I'm starting to doze And have gentle thoughts and dreams I need.  ----- I Do Not - Non Sequitur I advise you do not walk behind me I do not wish to lead and I am not lost Walk alongside where we both can see. I wonder how much that bicycle cost? Do you know how much a respray can be? I wandered lonely as last nights Frost Until I realised last week had Saturday Seeing on my blazer what was embossed.  ----- Life and Death With the start of each and every life, There must also begin a time to end. The pain of birth shared by a midwife, Then we grow up sharing with a friend. The same with love, as it is with life We dream of one of whom we blend, But all too often love turns to strife What was love we're forced to descend The pattern starts when strangers meet Forming its shape with each passing day. Problems will make love grow or find defeat With truth and friendship, there can be no decay And builds something stronger than concrete Knowing with that person you wish to stay The end of life is where soul partners greet Holding hands, walking to the stars for eternity.  ----- Must I Wait Must I wait one more day to speak to you Tell you of my eternal love and desire to share. Everything I dare you know I will pursue In that pursuit, there is nothing I will not dare. Knowing you care, certain of you being true Specially now you're the answer to my prayer Now that's past, even more I'm glad it's through You are my certainty and for Eternity I'll care.  ----- Nightingale I am a nightingale and a singer of the truth This flower is my symbol and my love. Each night I sing my praises to her youth With the coming of dusk I replace her dove. Lovers walk in dreams listening to my sooth My songs, and speak of what they dream of. They know my song will make love smooth As their dreams and plans forwards move. But at the end of night I see the dawn and know The Gods love us and reward us with fresh hope. I will sleep now, heavenwards my dreams will go Know what will happen is well within my scope Fortunately I can sleep whilst the time goes slow Come the dusk I revive and all I see I can cope So it has been for ages we all survive somehow Anyone that disagrees is naught is simply a dope!  ----- Pesadilla 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. Less virtuous lovers live on unfeeling Whilst I alas gave sleep tonight a miss.  ----- Question Asked You spoke to me of love, a love extraordinary And yet we are no different than any other pair In our love, we know it's what we want to be We are two lovers that do more than just care And no less for giving to each other completely Instead each day our hearts believe what's there Realising the depth of love twixt you and me And it is ordained that it should last forever.  ----- Quiet Thoughts 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 Someone who once again makes me dare To think that love can last over all of time. ----- Return to Normality The noisy chatter of early morning rain And large droplets fall but only offer wetness Silences the dawn chorus with promises vain Vague threats of an end to ages of dryness Dark sonorous clouds have returned again But will unload at some less needy address Is nature just a tease where it stays the same As soil becomes drier leaving a cracked mess. Dry earth pleads for Mother Nature to share Once again diamonds splatter on windscreens Far off flashes and crashes answer the prayer Giving hope to all, and promises of dreams The distant thunder rolls warning, "Prepare". Yet lover look and all is seen is loving beams But dreams are often dashed to those who care And just by loving present affectionate scenes.  ----- Toccchi di amore I touch you, and as I do I watch your eyes Your look softening to that of feline glee At first your taken by a pleasant surprise Then at last close and ecstasy I can see. The mirror cannot hide from me any lies As I feel you relax and surrender to me As fingers work gently all I hear are sighs And knots and tension from you now flee. ----- Un-perplexed Sometimes a wanderer may see many things, And just as often many lessons learns In apprehension, to the past he clings Experience found as homeward he turns. Yet hope still lingers and once again he rings, Words spoken, promises made, he returns, Will she be the one who will make his heart sing, And casts his lot with chance, still fearing burns. Her smile speaks more than words could say, And her eyes speak volumes of her intent She stands with a look that says "Never go away" One hug, one kiss, says all was said and meant How can there be doubts, or no desire to stay, Only his touch will say he is now content They wine and dine, and meet love all the way And finally fate gives her willing consent.  ----- Your Wings The breath of a silent night is broken Unspoken mouthing's of loves vows And looks speaking, offering a token Emotions awaken as feelings arouse Promising a match created in Heaven. I hear the echo of feelings you espouse Speaking of love through time unbroken Like all good things that ages only mellow. As you wrap your wings around my heart This way Eternity could never be enough. Your spirits touch laces me with golden art Finally my soul is smooth no longer rough Wings fly us anywhere on Heavens chart The breath of a silent night, is just a puff This special love that we have is set apart From any others, it's made from better stuff.  ----- Zero Promises The strong hot wind of summer has gone With its blasts that set half our world alight Now to some other world has been drawn. And an early onset of winter we must fight Each morning to work we face a later dawn With teasing clouds that bring cold not light But with their promise of rain withdrawn A lack of water once again gives us fright. A winter promise of rain has not been made Only of Sou-westers bringing icy blasts And while Antarctica ice expands where laid We here in her path receive those icy casts No warm Pacific tides with the surf parade Whilst up the road snow fields hear forecasts That speak of what all the skiers have prayed What is more certain is the promise of droughts.  back to list |
Divena CollinsCome the month of May upon Beltane day maidens shall dance beneath the bowers of the may tree blossoms spring time array belief of the ancient cast mystical powers pastoral rituals chant on the month of may for April come`s wilder within her shower. shalt be then that ancient scripture`s say ne-er cast thy cloak until May shall flower.  ----- Bermuda Triangle I see a vision before me cast amast the ocean waves of a deep blue sea looked to me like some kind of raft from an ancient galleon broken free or an inborn buchaneers handicraft so endearing as this fantasy may be only yesterday was that of the past for he held out kindred hands to me. Who art thou my kindly seafarer bold of visions before me I cannot control the night is dark and the sea is so cold come now my comrad save not thy soul fore thy memory remains as blind fold having crossed the seas magnetic pole visions before me shall not be untold shalt fiery passions be cast as whole. I am Neptune of the deep sea waves who speaks of danger that lies ahead beware of the perils of sunken caves for destiny lies upon the oceans bed as interest shall open up the graves cast not an eye upon the living dead deprived of love which nature craves of fates unsuspecting victims misled. Be aware of high winds within motion that breathe's threats of a wild wind cast not thy nets upon an angered ocean for waters shalt convert a human mind that shows not of natures true devotion enticed within love of a mermaids kind but human instincts show no emotion when they say that loving is truly blind.  ----- Cunning Young Fox A snow bound fox is a cunning creature can tell by the slant of his sleekit eyes dependant upon an instinctive feature he may or may not reveal his disguise shall only be of his playful behaviour for a fox shall be witty crafty and wise plays a great part upon an inborn nature yet within his scent he may gain his prize. Survival of the fittest shall forever be not dependent upon an animated form a foxes instincts through cunning is he within his wisdom he may soon transform playfully with intent upon tit bits for free whether it shall be a sand or snow storm keen within eye he may strive just to see but O' what fun shall he have to perform.  ----- If Love Be Blind If love be blind it is I who cannot see tho' eyes are the windows of my mind from memories that are ne'er to be free of sorrow that shall not the past unwind no matter how painful feelings shall be consolement of the heart is hard to find within the near future I shall not foresee for my eyes within love may e'er be blind. Honoured love that hath been forasaken wanton dreams that hath been led astray for endearing thoughts had been mistaken and moments have come to throw all away when the spoils of love shall then awaken threads of passion woven within disarray when trusting harmony shall remain shaken may be much amends with a floral bouquet.  ----- Insanity Of The Sane Hidden voices within a bewildered mind images that bare no meaning of wisdom upon clouds of mist sanity is hard to find recognition of familiarity may be seldom jumbled thoughts remain cannot unwind and frustration pays the price of boredom demonstrating anger of yet another kind that may re-occur excessively at random. There is a thin line twixt sane and insanity who really knows what our fortune may be men who have discovered the law of gravity architects who design great cities by the sea great artists once sane resign to depravity for within his wisdom he longed to be free yet they remain forever within immortality not one had studied for his masters degree.  ----- La Musa Artisti Of an artistic stance what shall we chose may it be left to an imaginative illusion for some you gain and others you lose written verse may be just an intrusion that may not duplicate anothers muse it shall only end up in much confusion but a poet may seek in a different view upon images within a final conclusion. Composers of music are much the same musical images of notations and staves cast together within melodies of fame creating a muse of rhythmatical waves but only a musician shall ne-er disclaim be it a new version or that of a knaves it is not within worth to take the blame though popularity she secretly craves. An author may strive to invent her story one that has never been written before craves within her instinct to obtain glory page after page she may reach her score chapters ahead comply with her theory upon volumes never composed before yet never within her lifetime`s memory has she been inspired to write no more.  Erato the Muse Of Poetry ----- Mists Of Time I saw the mist of time within his eyes deeply embedded in a wrestless mind he bore much sorrow and felt the pain how and when shall he ever unwind he was a man without future to gain torment had rendered him as blind yet within his mind he remains sane Oh`why must this fate be so unkind. Cast aside with friendship forbidden from so called friends that turn away feelings of hurt shall ever be hidden that all the heartaches feared to say what was his life if not just a burden yet proudly displays on memorial day of insight that was for ever beholden as he knelt down upon earth to pray. Yet he could love truly alike no other senses grew stronger and so sublime for inner passions was his to uncover casting his thoughts to another time for he never forgot how to be a lover when he was young and in his prime but now within age he shall discover the day he served a victimized crime.  ----- Natures Survival Wonders that shalt not cease to exist within earth sea and the sky of waters free and a heavenly mist upon rocky mountains high that towers above the clouds adrift where the golden eagles fly within strength and will they persist eager to hunt, keen of eye. Cast not a shadow on the land below within the pastures green nor a stream where the waters flow within a meadow serene nor shade the sky of a carrion crow that shall not be unseen may perils of nature never bestow harm to a natural scene.  ----- One Scattered Seed A scattered seed that the winds of time blew seperated entirely from seed pods unknown within natures universe there was all but few nothing upon the planet had ever been sown though earth was young yet not a thing grew but promise of culture was soon to be shown not all natures seedlings remains but as true one little seed lands upon earth unbeknown. Settled here on earth a seed found her roots 'midst clover and bluebells of woodland scene alas within strangers she could not commute tho' shaped like stars she should not have been she was simply not the same breed of fruit nothing could they settle that was in between remaining within stature a weed of ill repute to communicate with others was so unforseen. Such is the same as the present human race though we are all within this planet together for their is no other humanity within space yet a similar outlook harshness shall tether if only 'midst humans we should all embrace humans may not be birds of the same feather but surely it is wiser if we should all interlace then two seeds of life may bloom both together.  ----- Purely Fantasy Come my love come now close thine eyes feel the warmth within twixt thee and me come sleep my love 'fore the sun doth rise for the gentle calming ripplets of the sea shall entice a freedom where a lover lies searching, ever searching,for what may be a climaxed moon sighs soft upon paradise where love shall forever be wild and free. Whisper softly of sweet words thy endow touch me but gently with thy loving touch there are the moments love shall bestow intimacy from a lover may please as much whilst the sap from natures charisma flows endearing dreams may be calming as such when all the time it shall be as love grows desired dreams that ne-er remain nonsuch.  ----- Spirits Of Devotion Love is akin to the depth of the ocean powerless within calm waters serene to ebb and flow upon a tides emotion that both lovers shall soon intervene weakness preys upon lovers devotion very similar as upon the pastures green why shall there be as much commotion within an ocean all may remain unseen. Washed ashore on a sun baked desert waves of sunami that cause no shame for no soul on land had heard the alert yet only two souls had arisen to fame of spiritual harmony once more revert but the ocean beneath them lay tame as fantasies of the past shall re-assert predominant proof has none to blame Still they may haunt forever and after to arise as spirits that turned the tide listen to the song of spiritual laughter for a life after death shall be certified she was his lady and he was her master what they had once and now so denied that shall never be thought of a disaster they remain as lovers of an ocean wide.  ----- Three Crows Three crows within thy hook'ed beaks Pecks upon morsels that death impails keen of eyes within prey they do seek within haste and open wound entrails the scent of death spares ne-er a leak swooping down upon wings like sails that strikes upon the timid and meek 'tis loss of blood and breath that fails. Bleak is the outlook of a victims fate yet they cast naught of ruffled feather for crows have a good immortality rate they shalt survive and perish not ever 'tis the meek that they shalt desecrate survival of the fittest may perish never such is the power of a stronger trait cunning of nature naught shall sever. Cast not a shadow on earths cold floor fear yet of natures wicked incarnage lest thou shalt not come back before a power of evil may hold thee bondage within three crows thy shalt be no more thy spirit form shall be upon a rampage interred deep within earths final core nor shalt there be no returned passage.  ----- Volcanic Caves Such the scarcity of space within land man may occupy where he sees fit as livelihood is upon priority demand for cave men dwelt in a mountain pit there were no tools then within hand it was then they had a keen use of wit which took some years to understand to discover the invention of a tool kit. High upon a mountain the eagles soars over shadowing a valley down below his keen eyes watch the natives chore but why should his interest now grow cant they just fathom of natures floor tools are but needed thus they know to measure a cave is but four by four and a tunnel out back for water flow. Mortar and bricks may follow on later much to envision for a primeval man central heating was not of his stature inventions then were as time began that never intended to be a feature yet he loved his woman within plan more than any other living creature that survived within a primeval span.  back to list |
Lorainne DafneyI run my hands on it, I will not wait To express my feelings with form and grace I can't predict their journey or their fate All these thoughts are now on a paper chase To lift someone's spirits they won't be late Try to imagine the joy on the face Whispering words of love to celebrate Thoughts from the heart left for you to embrace back to list |
Peggy NelsonSummertime blues of sun drenched days Laughter of children playing all around Grown-ups lazin' in hammocks lost in a dreamy haze In the mysterious mind of some forbidden playground. Summer winds bringing monsoons to all time heights, No longer seeing a soul in sight Temperatures scorching animals, land and mankind Summertime blues hitting all time highs Power outages killing nature and dreamy mind Electrical demands high; money's burnt time to say bye-bye Bugs, animals, humans crawling to water their thirst Another Summer wasted in the sweltering sunrays burst ----- Summers Shoreline Walking alone by waters shoreline Feel softness of silky soft sand Feel, feelings rush in sublime Recall loved ones gentle hand Feeling peaceful and refine Listen to soft waves musical band Feel summers touch feel divine While walking the sandy beach land Feel the water as it ebbs and flow Reminisce while gazing in space Embrace thoughts from moonlights glow Feel the breeze again touch with grace Walk in silence, feel loving emotions grow Relaxing at ones own given pace Gather serene thoughts to show and embrace tomorrows chase back to list |
Leny RooversAs autumn's early shadows cast their spell, mid-afternoon sighs lightly with the breeze; small sparrows' twitter rises to a swell, while Sun is losing power by degrees. Most trees still prance like mature autumn belles, with waving heads they bow- a last reprise. Clouds filter midday light and spiders dwell in silken webs they spun between the trees. The dishwasher downstairs still thrums his tune, while my computer hums along in key; all well-known sounds of Sunday afternoon, now come together in day's symphony. I smile, because to hear this is a boon, a different view of life's own potpourri. With generous moves the Sunday songs are strewn- and I am grinning at my mental spree. ----- Eventide Earth slowly lifts her face as sunlight fades; she feels warm fingers linger on her skin while on the sea long shadows play charades and with a sigh, the evening breeze sets in. As spheres are streaked with red in fiery grades, top heavy rain clouds show a golden chin; on the horizon gilded ships parade- their rustling sails are shimmering like tin. When Sun turns to the west to go to sleep, the eastern sky is folded in dark shrouds; along its edges night's gray witches creep- they pull soft folds of black over day's clouds, herded together, like a flock of sheep. Last light retreats beneath the waves, now ploughed with golden furrows, for tomorrow's reap- a shining harvest of Sun's seed- now sowed. ----- Morning In bridal whites young Morning shows her face; as floating veils trail from her high piled hair, Sun adds a touch of gold to shining lace and paints pink ribbons in sky's pale blue air. As Morning bows her head with solemn grace, her witnesses fold hands in silent prayer. When Sun has sent his blessing, warm embrace, her veils are lifted and day's feast is shared. ----- Night-time The sounds of night are different than by day, more distinct, in the silence that prevails; I lie awake and hear geese on their way to warmer regions, flying head to tails. On their long flight south, no one goes astray. Much nearer to my window, magpie tales are shared, high in the elm-trees, with blue jays, they chatter loudly over each detail. Far in the distance on the motorway, some late-night travelers leave gold-red trails. Their cars hum softly in night's darkest gray- in wordless duet with the autumn gales. Close to my ears, loud purring now betrays the presence of one of my cats, her tail touches my cheek in swift caress, she plays with shadows, lies in wait and then assails. ----- Reflections VI I watch white clouds drift south on zephyr's hint, a solitary gull soars in their wake. While poplars' topmost leaves compete in sprint, thin, silver fumes of planes shift into snakes. As autumn's pale blue brush gives sky new tints, I see how clouds dissolve in mirrored lake. Reflections of tall trees in water's print, end soft rippling, after a final shake. Inside, all thought-ships harbour in mind's lee- the inner storm subsided, when observed; my heart beats strong and slowly, I am free from strain as inner peace has been preserved. As sunlight causes shadows of tall trees, a small dog tries to catch them in swift swerve; a flock of crows walk stately, they don't flee for yapping dogs- repose in life conserved. ----- Summer's end With russet brush young Autumn paints my trees and berries blush from orange to deep red; birds eat their bellies full, while our last bees search dying summer's last few flowers' spread. Above, in cool blue early morning breeze, geese train their young, while elders take the lead; though flight formation's taught with expertise, the thought they will be leaving, evokes dread. Summer has died, before she came of age, never outgrew her childhood days this year; her life was spent in late spring's blazing rage, when Sun stroke at his fiercest, days were seared. No one could change poor Summer's final stage, she slowly withered, till she disappeared. While hues of Autumn turn a different page, we take our leave of Summer, still so dear. ----- Within Within the hidden chambers of my heart, I feel your presence as I call your name. Your face is chiseled on my inner chart, you are the distant goal for which I aim. I might be frightened when day's lights depart, but all I have to do is seek your flame; I fix my eyes on you as you impart the inner knowledge that I trust, acclaim. You take me by the hand to bring me home, my steps soon find the rhythm to match yours; I'll gladly walk with you, no longer roam- my world looks brighter as I do day's chores. One day I'll know the peace within your dome, When you'll have lead me to your quiet shores. Inside I hear the praise-filled sound of Om, I follow each inflection, my soul soars.  back to list |
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