2014 Poetry Form Challenge
#25 Roserian Sonnet
This form is a poet's delight as it uses couplets which is always a favourite and also a link for those who like the use of refrains or French poetry.
Its creator sets up the situation using two Quintains, the centre lines linking unlike the conventional sonnet which only uses eight, truly a Supremo.
This gives a rhyme scheme of... a. a. b. c. c. .... d. d. b. e. e. The final quatrain which contains the closure or counter statement leaves us with six alternatives that are to link or not to link and the alternative of using conventional couplets or an envelope. The forms creator Bruce Henderson chose an envelope form.... f. g. g. f. as the closure in the following example.
b. b. f. f.
b. f. f. b.
b. f. b. f.
f. f. g. g.
f. g. g. f.
f. g. f. g.
Rosairian Sonnet Challenge
Would more be cherished this love so sublime,
Were loyalty of heart a treasure, not crime.
There would be more than fleshed incense and highs.
It could be satisfaction without pain,
Not syrinx cries of mournings loving wanes.
Call no false names in wanton flowered ears
But there instead take heed turtle doves tear.
The wings today that carried thee in skies
So rare a blue they could hypnotize you
And tear your soul into more than just two.
Would cherished be true loves designation,
As insouciant as bumblebee's path,
The name of which can't be found, but shunned
As clouds before the mornings sun be pith.
All things must change, it is the way
Do not expect the same each day.
Plan for things, but do not expect
That all that's good Fate will reject
Remember, when you sow, you pay.
To find true love, we all will pray
Until we do, our lives are grey
Pain making some too circumspect
But Fate does not have a heart of clay
And has been known to turn away
Or perhaps she is the architect
And two souls meeting her project
The story unravels as in a play
Or a dance in a more unusual ballet.
Silent creatures, in stealth they sniff the wind,
Chameleons of death, searching for who's sinned
And all too soon a helpless victim will find
Slumbers ended, emerging from their place
Looking for others tonight caught without grace.
So soon tonight a victim comes into range
The race is on, and man knows the roll exchange
Fear is the scent, and blood tasted on the wind
But running man's no match for slavering beast,
And that man provides creature with the feast.
Silent creatures, in stealth they sniff the wind,
They are unsighted but senses are never blind
How many victims tonight will become deceased
How many men provide creature with a feast.
Volkolak by Vasylina
Do not call the boatman..f. f. g. g
Do not call the boatman early
It will only make him feel churly
You'll be left in empty halls waiting.
We must all wait out our allotted time,
He'll have to leave you waiting out of line.
Your fated future will not mesh with life.
You'll choose another to share your strife
And have to spend all your life berating
No matter how well that you have striven
You will have to take the one you're given.
Forever seeking your own lost soulmate
And learn alone, a lessons dealt by Fate,
Your former relationship is dead and gone
Leaving two souls weeping now all alone.
Charon the Boatman
Going Away....f. g. f. g.
You have walked out of the door
Like you did so many times before.
But this time you're not returning,
Your journey began well before today
I always felt that you were going away.
I always knew that you would leave
It's my fault I was too proud to believe
For so long I knew your love wasn't burning
That our love was too good to be true
And now it's forever that I'm losing you.
My heart and mind wish you'd stay
And mentally screams for you out loud
Silence fills an empty room, once so gay
Now fitting it out like a corpses shroud.
Opening My Toybox
Silent tears are falling down my face
There is no one to understand my place.
This place of solitude has so many memories
Yet no-one would know just by the sound?
But finally I'm trying to mend my wound
Opening my toybox after all this time
Clearing memories covered in dust and grime.
They know I had to move on to other comunities
They knew of my life, and was not to blame.
So I spoke with, Kanga and Wambi again,
The beings there were awake somehow
Uncared for, ignored, yet alive and warm.
Bringing back memory of a previous norm
We sat and talked and things are alright now.
Quetzalcoatl....f. g. g. f.
Hear the drumbeat of my heart as you near
Pounding, beating with my desire for you I fear
The canyons echo the pulsing rhythm of love
As our bodies meld in the eternal dance
Knowing that our fates were not left to chance.
Pounding, beating with my desire for you
The tempo taking over and clouding my view
And takes us higher than the heaves high above
The throbbing of my heart now takes control
Passions of love completely uniting each soul.
I am lost and incarcerated by our passions heat
Realising forever knowing that we are are the Sun
Our souls have been united we're a unit we're one
Future lovers will look to us, and become complete.
They say absence makes love grow stronger
So hold my hand for a little while longer
No hope or prayer can ever ease our pain
My love for you makes me bid you stay
Believe me lovers shouldn't have to go away?
Seeing rain clouds replace a sky of clearest blue
Have they ever felt they were torn in two
Or try to speed up time so they return again
Instead watched the best part carried away,
And then seen sunshine turn to dullest day,
Until then only patience is your saving grace
Awaiting the time that you’ll see her face.
That will tear the gloom from leaded heart
Knowing that true living once again can start.
I thought I would get some peace by going to the pool
Noisy kids had left I thought, now I feel a bloody fool
They were playing loud trash that was unbearable to me.
I talked with the friendly staff they nodded and it went off
Peace did not exist today, Fate had a laugh and it was kickoff.
New families came in and sat by me each with a noisy kid
I moved and still sat down and no matter where I hid
Screaming, shouting kids came by with a db range of 303.
My ears were shot and my muses had gone far, far away
I've done my best to get them back, I even bought Port today.
Now I'm sat by the darkened pool and silence finally exists
A closed peace has arrived and I'm no longer pissed.
Now I must write these words and complain about the day
I hope those kids will go home soon and peace will stay.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
We used to love then, but we don't anymore,
It was ours, not yours to take, my words ignore,
I died for my love and gave you all of myself
You wandered off and with it you took my soul
Give me back my half and help me plug this hole.
Without you and your love I am incomplete,
And yet before you, I'm sure I was replete.
I believe the part you have's unwanted on a shelf
Pining, shrivelling, unwanted by you
Please return it to me then I'll know we're through.
Love has never made sense, before it I was full
I was considered strong not made of cotton wool
You have used me I was simply pleasures tool
And now, I am ever just an empty, simple fool.
Stolen Souls - Sean Amor
Visit with a thought....b. f. b. f.
I shall visit with my thoughts tonight,
Some consider life as an actor might
A shallow one and extremely spurious
Still finding no comfort in their leaving
Their loss certainly won't find me grieving.
The sage wisely nods sat in his great hall
And considers one thought that's worth all
Believe that it will make the shallow furious
But it is so very much worthy of conceiving
I'm sure there are poets who'd enjoy believing.
Some I know well think love thoughts curious
After all what is poetry but a conceived thought?
A few I knew had a gift that was often dubious
Now they are dead and theirs counts for naught.
With Husky Voice
With her husky voice, she beckons me
Across vast deserts and an endless sea
Her magic is sometimes seen in her eyes
But my soul often hears her voice inside
When she is meant to be alongside.
Thoughts of her invade my revelry
And I long to be living in another city
From which I can hear her loving cries
A call for love, saying she's sad and lonely
And with her husky voice, she beckons me.
How did love create such divine ties?
At present the ending of all our sighs
Soon we will be together for all Eternity
Because of her husky voice, that beckoned me.
You....b. f. f. b
When you're lost from me for a while
Then as I look and I see your smile
You will never ever be lost from me
I look inside my heart and you are there
I know that you are with me everywhere.
When you're lost from me because of space
And you and I are in a separate place
For wherever's my heart you will be.
I close my eyes and look deep within
Then I see your eyes and smile and I grin.
When you're lost from me I painfully see.
Know my heart is open, my body stressed
I am still aware that with you I'm blessed
And together we'll sit on our heavenly lea.
On some days the moon doesn't rise where I live,
Dark offers much more than bright day can give.
As earlier the sun refused to light up my skies.
But, darkness has always known my name
And what is love to some but a stupid game.
Once again the sun has forgotten my needs
As if ashamed of their intolerant deeds.
In life's more tender and more gentle disguise
Perhaps playing with someone else's thoughts
Childishly running off before they are caught.
I walk with a black cloud covering my soul
Because in this darkness I have control.
At night see how each star runs off and hides.
They ran and hid instead saying to me "Surprise".
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Love is but a chemistry much deeper within
that calms the heart where passions begin
may be the ultimate within spiritual lovers
thus to be mirrored lovingly from the eyes
make no mistakes they shall never disguise
loves feelings that dwell within so deep
these waves of enticement may never keep
when sensuality within of a lover discovers
that eyes shall meet within loves chemistry
it was as shown this was to be their destiny
soft within the sensativity of lips that touch
of feelings within that had meant so much
my immortal eyes shall not look on death
yet to vow I love you in one sweet breath.
Dark Knight Rises.... F. F. G. G.
There comes to my mind a wizard of old
who turned the knights sword into gold
an aged master who pledged his rights
a wizards plight for a knight to defend
for he may be Prince of a future legend
as the eager wizard shall prosper more
creating wisdom within another shore
for a daring wizard to peruse the sights
a knight of the sword may forever pose
but above it all shall be pride that goes
so if the knight may became the wizard
he shall experience all to be very hard
for knights shall ever be part of the cult
whilst a wizard may prove most difficult.
Thoughts today are not without reason
as I bid farewell to the winters season
that I shall hibernate within my choice
to waken again with the joys of spring
and be at one with almost everything
I shall lay me down in a lavender field
within a perfumed haven I shall yield
then I shall listen unto my inner voice
as I inhale the scent of natures source
there I shall be with my love on course
within a haven of natures meditation
desires that enduce sensual sedation
within fields of lavender herbal scent
come lie with me within deep content.
Mists Of Time Rebirth
Once I was lost in the mist of time
when ancient battles ruled sublime
I had lost you so far within my sight
within a dense confusion of reality
our globe had almost lost all gravity
though`mists of time could not see
yet I felt that you were close to me
within the universe beamed a light
that was the golden sword from afar
from an angel of mercy upon the star
pointing the way to an eternity blest
within affinity we may find this crest
an everlasting sword of middle earth
predicts future signs of loves rebirth.
If I could read the space beween lines
for nothing but open spaces combines
silence 'twixt words may speak of love
when words of love shall be of passion
why should spaces be within a fashion
a pause betwixt may say so much more
when eyes that read so hazily implore
whatever love within was depraved of
there was so much more needed to say
why should lovers be divided this way
but some shall read betwixt that line
both knowing each other only too well
lines betwixt within love may combine
what they achieve only time shall tell.
Pursuit Of A Raven
I shall walk on but within spirit alone
stepping silently upon cobbled stone
upon the dark and misty silent night
no living soul shall heed my shadow
as instinctive fear shall forever grow
increases within the bleak darkness
when ghostly fingers of trees caress
then fear not, tis I though not in sight
this vision may not be within my life
but within my death I know no strife
though silent this night of the raven
casting his shadow beneath the moon
'Tis bleakness that shall be his haven
then tis' I that shall follow him soon.
The Poets Quill.... F. G. G. F.
Ancient poems were composed with a quill
I never used one and dont think I ever will
no matter how grand a poet was back then
spots of ink made patterns within his word
in those days duplicates seemed so absurd
who wouldown up to such a blotchy mess
nobody in their right mind would confess
past had gone but time was against them
composed literature was not to be in vain
those days past may never come back again
future days when pen and pencil took over
neater the composure written within prose
as the muse within a poets wisdom grows
when poetic stance may ever be in clover .
I think that maybe I talk too much
but I do like to keep within touch
for I have a lot so needless to say
it is not that I prefer just to voice
so call friends walk on by choice
forever left upon an empty shelf
with no one to blame but myself
just to keep out of everyones way
in a crowd I remain painfully shy
just cannot converse even if I try
I may just be a one to one person
it is only within instinct I defend
but folk turn away with aversion
never to listen nor even pretend.
Seasonal Rhapsody.... b. f. b. f.
A meadow's idle dream of a summer haze
of youth amidst the forests softly praise
rapturous within a fantasy forever seen
for loving hearts of future may awaken
lay calm upon the serenity of love taken
winter snow brings frost upon the bough
wherefore art thy comely maidens now
as forests bear no longer shades of green
yet cast tall shadows on an earthen floor
when leafless trees slumber ever more
come spring time blessed be a new story
the glory of all seasons begins once again
natures rhapsody within all seasons glory
where mixed fantasy shall not be in vain .
Spirit Of The Mountain
Spirit of the valleys rugged mountain
that haunts within his welsh domain
be it of life that he seeks once more
an unrested spirit that ever returns
the beauty of his country he mourns
he recalls the days of sheep and coal
of hard times that wrenched the soul
they were the years as never before
and yet all had given a helping hand
for within poverty all did understand
he recalled the days of a pit disaster
the caving in of the mountains wall
that once had stood green and tall
lies now within peace forever after.
Thousand Years. . . .b. b. f. f.
cotton wool clouds float upon pastel skies
shall this artiste within fantasies disguise
the many shapes her muse shall ponder
only within false illusions she may chose
for within fantasy you either win or lose
yet she sees what no mortal may believe
upon intuition her brush stroke achieves
the greatest of all this heavenly wonder
castles floating high within this illusion
no planes or rockets causing confusion
an artist created her scene from asunder
never within creation to err or plunder
peace perfect harmony within her mind
her past being a thousand years behind.
The autumn winds have been and gone
so much darker now the winters dawn
to herald the morning with bitter chills
that grasps all within the wintery hold
when icy fingers touch as bitter cold
deep the snow flakes shall cover earth
casting shadows of the winters rebirth
yet mystical icy pendants of finer skill
shall ever warm the heart of a maiden
warm devotion was all she had bidden
when icy fingers grasp a maidens sigh
upon bitter winds and frost ne-er go I
yet there is beauty for us all to share
but may quickly strip this forest bare.
Winters Wonderland - Caroline Street
Christmas comes only but once a year
have you ever thought of all the fear
it shall bring to the frightened child
of a visit to a local department store
a child shall never want for any more
when he is forced to sit upon the lap
of a strange aged bearded old chap
no wonder this victim feels beguiled
the end of a day smiles he may lack
for there is not much left in his sack
as screams shall force to a crescendo
the man with a beard he did not know
this little child was filled with dread
was it he that might visit by his bed?.
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Today I woke from just one more mad dream
where people roaming through my house did mean
no harm but did not seem to understand
that I was not amused with fun and games
nor did I have a clue as to their names.
As always when these dreams are just too much
I threw myself out of my bed and such
a scream came bawl'ring from my throat - be damned
if I cared what the neighbours thought or said,
this howl'ring was enough to wake the dead.
No more will I be pressed to save those stones,
those silly pebbles clutched within my hand.
I'll let them go and swim like hell for land;
I'll read them when it's time to rest my bones.
The golden hues are fading in to grey
As icy winds reveal a winter's day
No leaves remain to dance upon the air
Instead the feet feel bitter morning frost
Against the wind the woollen scarves are tossed
But inside my love has set a roaring fire
That warms my soul and with his heart's desire
I face the cold of night without a care
With wistful dreamings of his gentle kiss
And mugs of sweet mulled wine steaming with bliss
The winter winds may bring the chilly cold
And leave an empty view for all to see
Yet I know his hand is always mine to hold
As it is love that shelters him and me
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O starry tiger, can you play today?
My childish visions have gone the same way
of rainbow halos that fortified stars.
We dreamed under blankets, to guard against
the vastness that devilled our tiny sense.
But now the world is small, and can equip
all of its marvels on a microchip,
as we drive toy trucks on the trail of Mars.
And, ghosts that spooked us off in the corner
are just another bloody foreigner.
Yet, ink still spills upon the plaited page
in tantrums that emancipate our cares;
the faith we planted in our youthful prayers
keeps yielding gifts regardless of our age.
Trail of the Snake
Water from Stone
She waits for me each day to care for her
I sense her needs, her thirst like a mother
Planted years ago my how they have grown
Surviving times of drought and winter's ice
They will not surrender or sacrifice.
In autumn they blend with the colored leaves
Winter robs them of time to bloom like thieves
Bare they stand against the cold on their own
Till springs warmth arouses them to flower
When new buds are bathed by gentle showers.
Mankind could not match this tapestry sewn
By the winds that carry each new seed blown
They give to me without one word spoken
This gift of beauty a precious token.
I'd once thought that all hope was lost and then
I heard those sweet words from your heart again
What joy they brought my ears and my spirit
For yes, once more twas love and I in it.
I revel in each syllable's pure bliss
Attentive, I'm enthralled, I cannot miss
One single verse or sound that you emit
So speak of love and we as here I sit.
For I am yours with every sweet song
The lilting melody sweeps me along.
As you declare your love for me I swoon
And pledge myself again to only you
I feel as I'm the tides and you the moon
So sing to me, my love, as lovers do.
Teagan De Danaan
Come! Walk with me in the moonlight
Only you and I on this starry night
For have not we been together all time
Soul partners facing whatever our fate
Certain that you are my eternal mate.
Walk with me across the golden sands
Over moonlight desert as we hold hands
Searching for eternal secrets so sublime
The desert sand holds these memories
That in time will become our discoveries.
Reliving past events as we make life's climb
Recalling why I am yours, as you are mine
Come! Walk with me in the moonlight
Let us relive again this starry night.
Only in Death
Through the Moons Absence
Terry and Divena
A rare and lovely theme dressed in black
And the menu offered is a sumptuous snack.
Recalling soft light and inviting looks.
Slowly baring and creating hot desire
Till there's naught but the minimum attire.
Two lovers dancing in the diamond night
To pleasing music filled with starlight.
But who needs more when Eros cooks
Recalling the sound of each passioned word,
Eyes speaking volumes longing to be heard.
Then the mellow tones of loves adagio
And words soft spoken from the lovers glow
I well remember that last September night.
For a time hearts moved like birds in flight.
Last night I was restless I could not sleep
I laid across my bed almost naked in a heap
the heat of the night seductively had been
much too much that I could hardly breathe
within humidity that my torment bequeath
I knew not of the passion that I yearned for
all I knew is I could not stand this any more
not a feeling I had may be thought serene
If only intuiton of love could be satisfied
It is then I feel that heat may be justified
my body hidden betwixt the silken screen
but how could that have appeared unseen
until I felt his breath gently upon my face
a softness of lips upon an imaginary place.
Art by Pino
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