2015 Poetry Form Challenge

#03 Tritina

Whilst the sestina is a very old poetry form attributed to 12th century Italian troubadour Arnaut Daniel finally arriving in England in 1579, but not becoming popular until the 19th century. It is believed that the Tritina was invented by the well known American poet Marie Ponsot in the mid 20th century. Being modelled from the Sestina, there is no rhyme scheme and becomes a ten line poem.

Being modeled from the Sestina, there is no rhyme scheme, instead it's comprised of three stanzas using the same three words in a Sestina like pattern, and a final line which uses the three words in the starting sequence:

A.. B.. C...
C.. A.. B...
B.. C.. A...

The meter is not specified but is usualy tetrameter or pentameter.


A ten line poem we'll write, just you and I
But let's call it Tritina, shall we, love?
Connecting lines together...fun with you!

Could we take turns so I could share with you?
Although it might be hard, for sometimes I
Begin with words you might not like or love.

But we could try, okay, for I would love
Co-ordinating all the lines with you
At last, our own creation, you and I.

It ends, Tritina says, with I love you.

Gloria Carpenter

Tritina Challenge

Maryse Achong

That Certain Smile

Kathy Anderson

Astral Promise
A Love Junkie Tale
Only Want to be

Deborah Bel

Heart Strings
Hey Y'all (Reply)
It Is War
River Rush
With a Slide

Gloria Carpenter

Funky Blues
Hey Y'all
Improv tritina
I Wonder
Let Go and Listen
To Love

Terry Clitheroe

End of Love Speak
Funny how love died
In The Darkness
Je ne regrette rien
Looking For More
No Pain
Questions of Blame
What is Love
Yet More Questions
Z Time

Divena Collins

Does Time Stand Still
Do Not Disturb
Head In The Sand
A Lady's Plea
Morning Glory
Pledge of Emotions
Pull Of Gravity
Purely Vanity
Sad Song
Shadow of a Rainbow
When Love is True
Victorian Justice
Winters of Past
Ye Herbal Garland

Lorainne Dafney

Standing on a Rock

Jeff Feezal

Tended Love

Jem Farmer

Hearts's Questio
Looking Back
Silver Angels
Wizened Crone

Ryter Roethicle

Austere Moods
Celestial Thoughts
Flying High
How do I Know
Luna See
Mind and Soul
Right or Wrong
Room 420
Southern Lights
Starry Paths
There is no pain
Three Lanterns
Undenied Love

Leny Roovers

Joined forces

Dana Rowe

Grace Potter's Blues

Khia Taylor

Moon Rejoicing

Maryse Achong

That Certain Smile

She's different from other kids; her smile
Tells of an inner grace, a beauty so
Profound and joyful, this child so precious.

A blessing her parents thought life precious,
Welcoming her arrival with a smile,
Knowing no matter what, they'd love her so.

And now people have heard her story so
They all recognize that she is precious
And everyone's affected by her smile.

An angel with a smile that's so precious.

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Kathy Anderson

Astral Promise

On an astral plain we found how to meet
And carry out a new path to be friends
So we went there for the promise of love.

If there is sun there, there must be some love
Love that comes from light and two who would meet
Meet in the mental byways of true friends.

Forever's promise has the guise of friends
For no singularity in the universe is love
Lost upon, but upon obscure plains meet.

We meet, we befriend, we in all realms love.



Heaviest on the brow and in the heart
Every word an effort of pure will
Aching high magnitude so I can't win

Deadly beasts seeking defeat to win
Above my soul poised for pains, by heart
Cauterizing those thoughts from my will

Having held reign long enough for pens will
Ever dipped in inks blood and oath to win
Howling screams descent into cracked heart

Broken heart and shattered will can't win.


A Love Junkie Tale

I need a chemical cocktail tonight
With my smile as rouge as roses are red,
The spice of love rushing to white mountains.

I need a bucolic scene in mountains
Where laughter is the only blush of red
My face glows with, the only high, tonight.

I need smiles, not pink lingerie, nor red,
Just a foot race to our champange mountains,
No lines in my ears, nor my eyes, tonight.

We need find love in tonights red mountains.


Only Want To Be

Only want to be sane, secure, sure
And never find I'm labeled, lonely, lost;
Just knowing that I exist, feels like love.

Only want to be lost in true blue love,
Not ever alone against the world, dead lost,
But found floribundant of friendships, sure.

Only want to be sure I am not lost
And looking for what isn't there, my love,
Just losing my heart every time I'm sure.

What we want to be isn't sure, lost love.

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Deborah Bel

Heart Strings

Tis an undefined tugging that sends me out to find
My heart that lies awaiting upon a blessed isle,
While these eyes see waters of an endless stormy sea.

Oh blessed wind, do briskly turn and sail across the sea
With calming whisper rising cross the waves to find
That place where all may come and rest upon that isle.

Oh fair and joyous day, when I do touch that isle,
Quite hidden by the clouds and the mist upon the sea,
When eyes will see that place I've often hoped to find.

To find that blessed isle within the stormy sea.


Hey Y'all

Aww shoot, ma dear, what's that ya'll say?
Lamentin' 'bout us folks that live down here?
As sure as shootin' we got service in the south!
Before ya'll go and put down the south,
Ask anyone born and bred and they'll say
Mama and apple pie were invented here!
All them there Yankees a visitin' here
Understandin' not that we're relaxed in the south,
Sure 'nuff mistake it for slowness, or so you say.
Americans though, say Here, Here for the south!

(Reply to Gloria Carpenter)



It would be so easy to write myself a different song
The inconsequential lilting verse of a greeting card
Until a frothy piece of nothing dripped from my fingers.

Easier for me though to flow from heart to fingers
To lie just a bit smudged and dirty as a darker song
Playing from that worn deck on the only marked card.

How many times and eons have I played the devil's card,
Shuffled and dealt myself that hand familiar to my fingers,
In order to create that phrase of music I've called my song?

My song is but that card I hold within my fingers.


It Is War

I have no wish to hurt you, Mr. Mole.
My view was clearly made, blocking all your tunnels
Or the large cat scents I did place around my home.

No squatter's rights exist to the ground at my home.
My house, occupied, takes precedence, Mr. Mole.
Cease and desist in the making of more tunnels!

This trickery you used on my dogs at your tunnels.
Surely they knew, this place was not your home.
They bother not a scratch or a bark for you, mole.

(It is war with this mole who tunnels at my home.)



Was there ever a light that warmed the heart so brightly?
Such is hers, so soft and tender, yet so wide to hold
many within its girth, for hers is a welcoming circle.

From one drop of love, swells rise and fall to circle
So much more than when begun, when one drop brightly
Splashed its way into the midst with it's desire to hold.

Sally not forth from that embrace, but onto her hem hold
Tightly with fervor that you may be swept within that circle,
Such light to rain upon your heart and soul so brightly.

Brightly she doth hold me within her loving circle.


River Rush

Its water rushes on, quickening, this winding river,
Rolling round orbs, tumbling, next to silt forming
Beds for spawning, hidden, along root lined paths.

Water fingers splay, opening, to sweep these paths,
Parting but come again, curling, to run with this river.
We stand in muck, planting, new homes are forming.

Once proud trees, falling, now the dams forming
New breaks ahead, splashing, spurring the water paths
To continue on, rushing, down this snake bent river.

Winding river, moving, ever forming your paths.


With a Slide

Rising up and peeking wildly over the morning
Neither a sound nor a word to jinx this slippery fall
Into the buttered noon day hour of the day whiled away

To see there on tip-toes in the up-close and far-away
Wanderings of the minstrel strumming the morning
Black cups of coffee into which notes of sugar cubes fall

Past the foot sweeping papers that rustle as they fall
Into peculiar sound all its own heard in the echo away
From nonsense strung to spurt freely from the morning

For morning thoughts fall in fragments as cobwebs drift away.

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Gloria Carpenter

Funky Blues

It's time for some frivolity, I think
for sometimes if I get into a funk,
I drag myself around pathetic-like.

You must know what I mean. Pathetic-like.
Like some lost dog that looks like he can't think
of where he lives, in a bedraggled funk.

There's no other word to describe a funk...
So now you know why I'm pathetic-like.
Just singing the funky blues, d'ya think?

I think a funk is so pathetic-like.


Hey Y'all

Hey y'all, he says from somewhere in the south
U.S., with shitfull internet service ~
No longer any time for writing verse.
Today I ate fried food and wrote no verse;
Such is the way of things here in the south,
Vexatious place, needing better service.
It is life's purpose to be of service.
Lamentable, this lack of writing verse.
Lost in labor, Tritina has gone south.
'Ere down south, internet service is verse.


Improv Tritina

a little bluesy, in the night and all
the music playing, cool and yet so hot, that
rhythm beating softly steel brush jazz

a blue note wends an improv home to jazz
as strums and drums connect their voice to all
along a common thread, a weaving that

can pick a textured tapestry, like that
modulating scale, A Minor shade of jazz,
a little bluesy, in the night and all

with Mr. P and B, and all that jazz.


I Wonder

What made me think our love was true, ever?
We laughed so much, of course it felt like love,
and yet, I questioned, time and time again.

You'd frown at me and say, "Not this again,"
each time I asked if you would leave, ever,
and this is how we lived ~ in fear, not love.

Yes, now I know that letting go is love,
for love so true shares freedom. Once again,
a lesson for my heart. More than ever,

I wonder if I'll ever love again.


Let Go and Listen

These things I write about, like fear and love,
can sound so simple, written from the heart,
but getting to the letting go takes time.

On many paths we travel over time
in hopes that we can find our way to love ~
to be here, now, connected to the heart.

For isn't that what beats inside us? Heart,
the rhythm of life that ticks away at time
and says let go and listen ~ I am love.

Let love be in your heart, for now's the time.


To Love

In order to connect, you must be free.
By that I mean in touch with who you are,
Not needing someone else to make you whole.

For love between two people who are whole
Allows each one of them to still be free,
Accepting, without question, who they are.

If someone lives in fear of who they are
And hides behind a mask, they are not whole
By letting go of fear, they will be free.

To love, be free, connect when you are whole.

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Terry Clitheroe


Its 7.30 am already a big fat bee is busy at work
Each purple flower bouncing as she lands there
Flouncing once again she choosingly moves on.

Job done casting hers off with sacred seeds stuck on
She seeks not reward, neither would she stop work
The offer of a drop of that hallowed yellow there.

Juice that's goodness cleans moods of murk there
As from dawn to dusk she methodically works on
Not afraid or unwilling to do all her work.

We appreciate the work she does, the blessed one.


End of Love Speak

Look at me when I'm talking to you!
and don't make that sighing sound
listen to me and my opinions for once.

We used to love each other once
please tell me what happened to you
I promise to listen and make no sound!

Please, don't make that tutting sound.
remember that we were lovers once
what did I do that caused me to lose you?

You're making no sound, we could talk once!

End of Love - Brittany Blackrainbo


Funny how love died

We stopped talking and stopped sharing.
we had stopped loving so much earlier
slowly I resented you in every way.

I ended up in lonelyland in every way.
and remember the morning we stopped sharing.
remembering you had craved my touch earlier

We had talked and dreamed much earlier
you have a different road mine goes this way
We stopped talking and stopped sharing.

Not sharing as we did in our earlier way.


In The Darkness

In the darkness I find my fear
Feeling, hearing every sound
Lying here powerless to fight

What do I do, how can I fight?
Now I really know what is fear
Then I feel the bite without sound

I feel them everywhere, no sound
A million bites yet I cannot fight
In the darkness I find my fear

Fear has no sound, I feel the bite


Je ne regrette rien

I do not regret my life or time,
and I consider it spent in learning
swift kicks from fate, her constant strife,

We all experience learning through strife,
youth passions dulled, but still in time,
and there's even fuel left for learning.

I have matured to far less learning.
because life is about handling strife,
and life will always be combating time.

Time is a period of learning through strife.



Every sky in my mind is a golden hue,
With sights of mountains rising not so afar,
Skies in various shades of white and blue.

Now with memories of each changing blue
No longer in my mind is that golden hue,
Night's descended to views even more afar

Even they seem close whilst so much afar
That star could never replace a sky of blue
As skies in my memory are a golden hue,

A starry hue so afar cannot create that blue.


Looking for More (Not)

We are reflections of each other,
we are one and two and more.
like mirrors in a fancy bedroom.

Thoughts may lead us to the bedroom.
but in the end can there be any other,
for each time we will want even more.

We will spend Eternity looking for more,
there will always be our sacred bedroom,
and we will only ever want each other,

There can never be another anymore in our bedroom.


No Pain

How can I look into the eyes of your pain?
They seldom blink nor do they ever change
When they are closed it is the blackest night.

And yet somehow it is the worst at night
I wish I could hold you and ease the pain
How can it be done, how can things change?

This voyage without you, cannot be changed
For where I am there can never be night
Nor will I ever again feel pain.

No pain, no change, no night.


Questions of Blame

What dreams that were born, transpired today,
do they wait for the wind to whisper their name
like a like a doctors patient line on a busy day?

Are we all judged and treated the same day,
does that whispering wind play a game today,
or is love just mystical smoke under another name?

Is cupids arrow casual picks from a jar of names
does he carefully select pairs and aim every day
are we really sure he's not playing a joke today?

Today, he gave me your name, it's my special day!



Where are you going my lady?
What roads have you travelled?
And were you alone or did I join you?

I know only of my love and desire of you
In my mind you have become my lady
I wish you would follow where I've travelled.

I have heard you talk to me as we travelled
And I have shared my thoughts with you
You know now you will eternally be my lady.

My lady, I'm happy to have travelled with you.


What is Love

What is love if you never laugh?
What good is it if you never share?
Like a sore it will always chaff.

What is only part is meant to chaff
With that there's no cause to laugh
True love means you should share.

With true love it's natural to share
All is smooth and nothing will chaff
Throughout your life you will laugh.

Laugh together, share all free of chaff.



Tourists and hopefuls toss pennies into pools
Always hoping and wishing for too much.
Dreams always excelling in pecuniary wishes.

Dreams have been dashed many times against wishes
In spite of throwing many coins in so many pools
Trying to realise love with a stranger too much.

Wishing for dreams can that ever be too much,
Am I an idiot to believe truth comes from wishes?
Should I stop throwing money into "lucky" pools

Avoid pools, don't waste much, believe in wishes!


Yet More Questions

Shall I look into your eyes and wish for more,
Will I again feel your body next to mine,
And you be as hungry savouring all you find?

More temperate in your ways than me I find
That does not mean that I love you more
I can see by looking in your eyes you're mine.

What is more I know forever you'll be mine
We only have our glorious star to find
And it will be yours and mine forever more.

I want more; you have taken my mind I find.


Z Time

As the sandwoman closes my eyes
Contentment is causing my sighs
With dreams of you and I, tonight.

Looking at the stars and skies tonight
Feelings of desire looking in your eyes
And then later with peaceful sighs.

How I love to hear your contented sighs
But we are great distances apart tonight
My mind remembers well your eyes.

Absent eyes will cause my sighs tonight.

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Divena Collins





How can I express myself within ten lines
When I may chatter much more than I need
Wow I never thought I would of got this far.

If I had thought I was going to get this far
I would of written more than just ten lines
But I think that this was more than I need.

A woman that speaks more than may need
Shall ever be much too much to bear by far
So all she shall compose are just ten lines.

Then she may be better to bear from afar.

The Chatterbox - Johan Georg Von Breme.


Does Time Stand Still?

Does time stand still for man.
They say this is certainly true,
For no one would ever be late.

It is not on the cards to be late,
This example has been set by man
When hands of a clock shows true.

If then what they say is true
Why then are we all often late,
Could it be an excuse from man.

For a man, it is true, when he`s late.


Do Not Disturb

Do not disturb I am taking a nap
And a well earned nap also it may be
My most humble apology's if I yawn.

I had heard it was bad manners to yawn
But know I may feel better after my nap
For much more refreshed I may ever be.

If I stay wide awake I shall no better be
Then I may have to learn to stifle a yawn
Shall it be worth it just to take a nap.

Rampant I may be after a yawn and nap.


Head In The Sand

Once I Rode an Ostrich down the high street
Lots of folk gathered around I wonder why
It seemed perfectly normal to me.

In fact it was them looked strange to me
Why should I not ride an ostrich in street
Because It was different that is why.

It was the only reason I can think of why
After all if it was strange it was up to me
There was no bylaws shown on the street .

If a street may not state why, it's up to me.


Hypnotic Trance

I having looked into your amber eyes
And I saw the eyes of hunger and pain
But I also felt that this could all change

If man befriends wolves for a change
Trust begins to show within amber eyes
There may be no need for hunger and pain .

'Twas within my eyes I sensed their pain
And felt one day that this fate may change
As the softness glows within amber eyes

Eyes to seek not of pain may ever change.


A Lady's Plea

What wonders may your affection permit
Upon the innocent lass that I might be
I shall endeavor forever to be a lady.

Cast not of misdeeds to blight a lady
You must only do what instincts permit
Whatever befalls it shall forever be.

Nature predicts a lady shall always be
What ever her inward feelings may permit
But be aware at all times I am that lady.

I shall ever be if you permit, your lady.


The Last Dance

This shall be my last time I dance no more
Nor listen to the music that once was ours
Until that time when we both said goodbye.
Knowing 'twas in the cards to say goodbye
But as time went by we could dance no more
Tho' that moment in time was forever ours

Memories linger remaining just ours
So much so that it hurt to say goodbye
Fate was against us we may dance no more.

Love was ours but it hurt to say goodbye.


Morning Glory

When the cock crows at the break of dawn
It shall be the time for country folk to rise
For life is not easy within a farmers land.

A spreading of mulch to restore the land
Not a thing shall replace the glory of dawn
Toil shall be easier 'afore the hot sun rise.

Come midday when the humidity may arise
'Tis then the muck shall scatter o-er the land
Shall be better by far 'afore break of dawn.

Dawn may ever arise upon a bounteous land.


Pledge of Emotions

Such sadness prevails when lovers depart
With feelings of emptiness deeply within
That shall fail upon a pledge of emotion.

Cast aside an eternity of deep emotions
Shall only hurt when two lovers depart
A sadness shall forever prevail within.

But once this love diminishes within
Shall they ever be able to feel emotions
So much so they may never again depart

Never again to depart within emotions.


Pull of Gravity

Up and Up I shall fly higher the sky
For winds within gravity carry me forth
Unto a galaxy into space then unbeknown

I pass by shooting stars of time unbeknown
All I know is that they belong to the sky
And the timing is right for me to go forth

What else may I find there upward and forth
Soon I shall awake from my dream unbeknown
Dreams of fantasies were there in the sky

Yet remain forth within the sky unbeknown.


Purely Vanity

I stood and waited my luggage was lost
Not a thing to wear but what I stood in
But I tried to contact you by cell phone.

If only you had brought your cell phone
For without my contacts I am ever lost
I remained still in what I had stood in

Fate shall not predict what I had stood in
All for the sake of your absent cell phone
Not so anxious with worry of what I lost

Vanity lost for phone and what I stood in.


Sad Song

There were times I did share my words with you
But would never be a poet even if I tried
So here I shall leave and bid you goodbye.

I find it very hard to bid you goodbye
Within time I felt attached to you
Certain words never came but Lord knows I tried

You shall recall me as the one who tried
Yet t'was so hard for me to say goodbye
I shall never be as fine a poet as you

So hard to say goodbye from me to you.


Shadow of a Rainbow

When you walk with your loved one,
Through the shadow of a rainbow,
You then both, shall become soul mates.

Two magical and mystic soul mates,
When both spirits become as one,
Through the shadow, of that rainbow.

When Shadow`s fade with the rainbow,
They shall still, forever be soul mates,
For both their spirits merge as one.

Soul mates, thro`magic rainbow, become one.


Victorian Justice

Stand here before me and swear upon an oath
I stand before you as guilty my Lord
Tell the jury now why you stand before me.

I took money that did not belong to me
I swear I was so desperate upon my oath
I have not been in trouble afore my Lord.

And it shall never happen again my lord
May I plead with you do not punish me
I shall go to prison I shall upon my oath

As lord, on oath pay one pound fine to me.


When Love is True

Love is such an easy word to say.
And has to dwell within thy heart
Unconditional love, deep with feeling.

A love that`s true, has deep feeling,
And words are much easier to say,
Spoken with love, within thy heart

If it`s not embedded in thy heart,
It has no meaning nor feeling
There will be nothing left to say.

I say, from my heart. with feeling


Winters Of Past

This day we arose to a cold frosty morn
I knew not how to rekindle the flames
But heard tell some drew it with newspaper.

Danger by fire was caused by newspaper
That often occured during a frosty morn
When fire devours the air within flames

When past we saw the danger of flames
Only through the sheet of a thin newspaper
That can cause destruction on a frosty morn

The dread of morn with flames upon newspaper.


Ye Herbal Garland

O ye sweet Garland of aromatic Herbs,
Olde Thyme recipes from ancient Sage
From an olde cookery herbit, named Basil,

Sweet Rosemary was betrothed to Basil,
They dwelt in a woven garland of Herbs
Which was made for them by olde Sage.

Being the wisest old thymer, was Sage,
And an accomplished friend of Basil,
Who Wove them their home for Herbs.

Where Basil and Rosemary begat, a tiny Herb named Sage.

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Lorainne Dafney

Standing on a Rock

I'm standing on a rock
If I jump right off the front
I'll land in deep water

I try not to slip into the water
I maintain my balance on the rock
Keeping my eye on what is in front

I must remember what lies in front
Dark, swirling, angry water
As I stand like a statue on this rock

This rock in front of troubled water



For years they met and drank their tea
Sharing new gossip and secrets
The way old friends can do so well

They knew each other's habits well
As they stirred each cup of hot tea
Its steam carried years of secrets

Invisible just like secrets
Time and aging suited them well
Moments savored over steeped tea

Tea and time and secrets blend well

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Jem Farmer

Heart's Question

In my silent thoughts there is one question
echoed in dreams of my own fantasy
where love is the only thing that is real.

But how can a love within dreams be real?
All my doubts resound that very question
even in the lost worlds of fantasy.

If life is just a dreamer's fantasy
then the love I feel is as true and real
and my mind can resolve the heart's question.

No question; a fantasy love feels real


Looking Back

Countryside walks, warm in our woolly hats,
birds singing in the hedgerow, our music,
houses in the distance sparkle with lights.

Dad creating a fuss over fairy lights,
while we make paper chains and party hats,
and radios crackle with festive music.

Carol singing in the Square, to recorded music,
dancing into the night beneath winter lights,
and sharing a kiss neath mistletoe hats.

Old hats nod to choral music in church lights


Silver Angels

A winter world of magic greets a child
as they awaken from a night of dreams
and see Yule trees kissed by silver angels

Around the fire they sing like the angels
as the Goddess Mother bears the Sun Child
and the world can once again fill with dreams

. So precious are the distant childhood dreams
when we had the blesséd sight of angels
and viewed the world with the eyes of a child

. A child's dreams are gifts from holy angels.


Wizened Crone

With her blackened staff, she turns slowly round
As in the ancient days, at the beginning,
And as she will again for eternity.

She calls the powers of eternity
to the sacred circle she has cast round
as she speaks in words of the beginning.

In candlelight, stories are beginning
of ancient worlds and life's eternity
we sit and listen, as the Wheel turns round.

In a circle gathered round, at the beginning of our eternity.

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Ryter Roethical

Austere Moods

The music plays on, this time without you here
I must reach for my pen and write my thoughts
The music is sad, and my thoughts are so austere.

What is the reason why I feel so very austere?
That's simple; it is because you are not here
You have left, and that pervades my thoughts.

Now all I have is misery to share my thoughts
There is no wonder why my life is so austere
My misery begins at home, in fact right here.

Right here, my thoughts, create a world austere.


Clestial Thoughts

Meteor Shower

I suddenly realised those flaming flashes
May have been a world like our real world,
And was torn apart by cataclysmic forces

What was the crime to deserve these forces
Are they meant to serve as warning these flashes
Or are we on a highway of a greater world?

Then I think of the beauty that is our world,
And realised we have experienced lesser forces,
Storms and the power of lightning flashes.

Flashes, light the world, and tell us of her forces



It made me wonder was that world old
Then, violently, without thought or regard
To any life contained within, simply blew up.

Did it collide with another and not blow up,
And were we seeing two world equally old
Like teenagers on the road driving sans regard?

Is life on a world so cheap there is no regard.
Or like the culling of teens as they grow up
And only the wise or lucky worlds grow old?

Will Earth grow old, is there regard, which way is up?


Flying High

Above the clouds the sun streams in
The strains of Mozart ease my mind
As I sit back gazing at the world below.

Feelings grow looking at some clouds below
And I wonder at the world I'm in
That the heavens could provide this mood.

All too soon we must change this mood
Rejoining once again the world below
And change the state we are living in.

The intercom blares, breaking our mood as we join the world below.



I gently hold your face in my hands
And then I see the look in your eyes
I can feel myself drawn deep into you.

This way I can see the love within you.
Feeling your face gently caress my hands
Making all sorts of love with your eyes.

You know you possess me with your eyes
Sometimes I wish I'd that power with you.
Until I feel you surrender to my hands

We share my hands, and your eyes, and you.


How do I Know

How do I know she is my love?
So many things tell me she is mine
Look at her eyes and see them glow.

See her smile, look at her glow
Her look tells me she my love
Her touch tells me that she is mine.

Keeping her serene making her mine
Then bathing in her afterglow
Only makes for a stronger love.

She is my love, forever mine look at her glow.


Luna See

The moon misunderstood my remark about the rain,
She ran off, and is hiding in a dark layer of clouds
The night ignoring us proceeded with his storm.

Is she so like some humans she hides from a storm,
Or like us does she enjoy love games in the rain,
Delighting as we sport and welcome dark clouds?

Perhaps she wishes to play hide and seek in clouds
Amusing herself in the mêlée caused by the storm
Appetite sated and thirst quenched by the falling rain,

See the moon play in the rain, and clouds, during a storm.


Mind and Soul

My mind cannot hide anything it thinks
Each moment is taken with love for you
And you have taken over my very soul.

Please be careful and do not hurt my soul
It was meant to last forever but now thinks
Like me that considers us both parts of you.

Know I am infatuated, nay smitten by you
But now realising we also share your soul
Makes my mind sensible in what it thinks.

What it thinks, is about you, and our souls.



I do not care anymore for tomorrow
For any dreams I had have been dashed
Scattered like the ashes of last nights fire.

What of the fuel that created that fire
Should I gather more to use tomorrow
Or has truth been completely dashed?

I will prove that hope has not been dashed
By building a bigger and greater fire.
An optimist ever, I will rebuild, tomorrow.

It is tomorrow, the past is dashed, look at that fire.



What does it take to prove my love
Do I need to slash my palm and mix our blood
What would it prove to see that scar?

I am me; I have more than one scar
But they are of the flesh and not of love,
And what would it mean, if was of blood?

Soldiers not lovers spill their blood
And there are many ways to earn a scar
There is only one way to prove ones love.

And how is love proved by blood and a scar?


Right or Wrong

Speaking of what we know in life
From all we've heard and all we've seen
We all do things that are right or wrong.

But what is meant by right or wrong,
And what is your experience of life?
I'm sure there's a difference you've seen.

You have been to places I've not seen,
Perhaps think that what I do is wrong,
I certainly lead a different style of life.

Know that in my life, I've seen a lot of wrong.


Room 420

We should never forget our yesterdays
The good times past that are held inside
Those special things we love to remember.

How well we spent those days remember
Making them the fondest of our yesterdays
Leaving us happy and forever warm inside.

Better still the nights together spent inside
A room that we shall always remember
Making it the best days of our yesterdays.

Remember that room and the yesterdays spent inside?


Starry Paths

Two lovers looked towards the sky and wished.
A star in the night sky winked back at them,
Thinking she'd granted their wish they smiled,

If they knew otherwise would they have smiled,
And did the Heavens know what they wished?
The star did not intend for that wink for them.

Lovers are known to part, it was not for them,
Rather than them be beguiled she agreed and smiled,
And then granted what they had wished.

Two lovers wished long love for them, and Heaven smiled.


Southern Lights

As I sit here in the comfort of my chair
I'm watching the heavenly fireworks
Appearing in a cacophony of colours.

Only the heavens can create these colours
Certainly not a man sat idling in a chair
Nor man create these curtains of fireworks.

If you doubt a God then see the fireworks
For only a God could create these colours.
Even whilst he was sat idling in his chair.

Oh for that chair; Oh the fireworks, the colours.


There Is no Pain

How can I look into the eyes of your pain?
They seldom blink nor do they ever change
When they are closed it is the blackest night.

And yet somehow it is the worst at night
I wish I could hold you and ease that pain
How can it be done, how can things change?

This voyage without you, cannot be changed
For where I am there can never be night
And unlike you I will never again feel pain.

There is no pain, there is no change, there is no night.


Three Lanterns

I have three lanterns that hang over my door
The first you cannot ignore, the light from the past;
Or go past the present that light we should explore.

We must move on and in doing we must explore
Then in time will be given the choice, which door?
Carefully making judgements from what has past.

But instead look ahead from what will soon be past,
Sometimes too much misery and it hurts to explore.
Some move too fast and miss that all important door.
In the future is that door, the past will cause us to explore.


Undenied Love

I saw in her the sadness of eternal love denied
And in newly loving her, the prize of victory
She claimed was lost, but I wished to be.

How much I dreamed how deep our love could be.
None of it could ever be, so easily denied
And also how can love ever be called a victory.

We lose ourselves we share a soul, "a victory?"
Aye we give ourselves complete, that has to be,
And that is when true love cannot be denied.
It's not denied, how sweet my victory, can be.

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Leny Roovers

Joined forces

As crows attack their nest, the magpies dive.
"Beware", they shriek to neighbours, "come and help!
Usurpers threaten eggs and young, defend!"

"Our brood and future are at stake, defend!"
assault the enemy with beaks; fierce dives
From everywhere the magpies come to help.

disrupt the fiends' formation; joined, the help
troops soon are proving stronger, still defend
as crows' attempts grow weaker with each dive.

A joyful dive thanks help- here to defend.

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Dana Rowe

Grace Potter's Blues

Gracie's so young to be singing the blues
Her Hammond wails out in tune with her voice
Ah, but Gracie wails on even higher

drummer raising the stakes even higher
fearsome gyrations while beatin' the blues
those skins ramba-damba, framing her voice

A Fender guitar is her side-man's voice
And his screaming strings just bring him higher
His eyes jamed tight shut, his axe cries the blues

Blues bass' thunder voice, and power is higher!



I'm sure you've heard rumors about angels
and you may have seen some of them in flight
they say you can follow them to glory

we all have our ways of seeking glory
we don't always use the style of angels
and we sometimes get down to "fight or flight"

stay true to your honor, you can take flight
and soaring with eagles can bring glory
but better to follow soaring angels

angels steer our flights always to glory

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Khia Taylor

Moon Rejoicing

I draw a lonely breath of Autumn harvest
sullen sounds drown out the sigh of Moon
my stars no longer glide the sky tonight.

Within the dark, some shimmer hope tonight
portion me from thy unbounded harvest
from abundant breast of full and luminous Moon.

I cast my stars back to expanse of Moon
and wait for healing rain to fall tonight
I yield to the fill of restoring harvest.

Now whole, I dance rejoicing under the harvest Moon tonight.

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