Poetic Constellations



2015 Poetry Form Challenge

#17 Pushkin Sonnet

This form was described as a "mettlesome creature" and A.D.P Briggs in his introduction to Evgeny Onegin states that Pushkin invented a sonnet form which can go either way becoming Italian or English at the flick of a switch in mid stanza.

The Octave rhymes - a. b.a. b.....c.c. d.d.....

(Note) The first quatrain uses an alternating rhyme, and the second one, two couplets.

The sestet is where the change occurs and also expands the form. The original Pushkin sestet was either two tercets e.f.f.... e.g.g. and here you can see the Italian influence,
Sonnet #8

Although I wonder if it is worthwhile,
Because it may take up a lot of time,
A poem that is written in this style,
Becomes a sonnet with a Pushkin rhyme.
Can muses be aroused to help me out?
Can words be found that hold poetic clout?
Determined as I am to see this through,
Decisions that I make, may bother you.
Especially using words that fit between,
For finding starting letters limits me,
From using other words, to some degree.
Exactly how this ends will soon be seen,
Good lord, you say, you really do go on,
Go to bed, your fourteen lines are done.

Gloria Carpenter

alternatively the same rhyme is used, this time as an envelope quatrain with a couplet, e.f.f. e.....g.g. subtly different but you can see the English influence.
Piper at the Gates of Dawn

From the dawn of time he has played for us
The music has reached our minds and hearts
Telling his tales of wars won and joyous loves,
Most times of defeat and how lovers part.
But listen to him best at the break of dawn
Hear his spirits rise each time he greets the morn
See the angels gather round to hear him play
As the new sun rises from the sea at start of day.
See the angels fly, full of this heavenly sound
The piper moves on forever bound to seek
A place to rest, and stay, if only for a week
There is no peace, this place cannot be found.
So he moves on seeking with each fresh morn
And you can see the piper at the gates of dawn.


Ryter Roethicle

Which ever side you chose it really makes no difference as by presenting it in the correct sonnet form of 14 lines, neither argument is apparant. Perhaps this form can be considered as a truly neutral form and can follow the free syllable arguement, or the Iambic pentameter, whatever suits at the time.


Pushkin Sonnet Replies

Terry Clitheroe

Celestial Thoughts
Fair Winds
Good Night
Hold My Hand
Indian Dreams
Jupiter and Uranus
Kindred Spirits
Night Mare
One Fine Day
Pheline Slave
Rhapsodies
Through the Moons Absence
Under the Moon
Vernal Pledge

Divena Collins

Broken Vow
Camelot V Gunga Din
Captains Lady The
He Who Sees All
Hearts Do Break
Is Love Airborne
Lonely Road
Pledge of Love
Poetic Lament
Preditor Verses Victim
Storm Struck
Tapestry of Time
Thinker Statue
Tree of Life
Un Momento
Vikings Wedlock

Jez Farmer

Exposure
Nature of Love
Self Healing
The Trap
Underneath the Arc
What Makes a Pirate

Leny Roovers

After the rain
Anoushka Shankar
Autumn Leaves
Brooding
End of Summer
Freedom from Within
Late night surprise
Our Promised Land
Tessa
Time in Between
Waiting for the storm
Way we were The
Without



Terry Clitheroe

Celestial Thoughts

And what of stars, are they so far away
Under them we make our plans, our hopes, our dreams,
We know in time, like us they will decay
And as they cease to shine so do our schemes.
In youth what stars do shine, what plans we make
Wild things we do and say and risks we take.
Too late sometimes and one more star blinks out
But such is youth we will ignore the loudest shout.
We survive the day and in the evening that is age
We look up and see the sky, some stars are gone
Vanished just like some dreams we built upon.
Having survived we are said to be a sage
Although I would much rather see a fuller sky
Sooner than the culling, where mates have to die.



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Fair Winds

Fair winds and good fortune beckons us all
But things we see around are images, no more
The relentless sea a mere drop upon the shore.
When love in her glory finally makes her call.
A soul is the vessel with which love doth haul
Sailing on the seas which life has constant call
Fair winds like storm, or calm, are other doors
Doors which once opened may give favours.
Not just a journey in life, but a reason to explore
We make each life, each love a port of call
A constant search each life in fates dark hall
Meeting for a long time, always wishing more.
Sometimes like this one our time will be so short
Together for Eternity when comes to the final port.



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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 lost
Knowing thus, gladly will I meet the cost
And at last a love that makes me whole
One I know too well has touched my soul.
The music is softer now, thinking of you
Even more the wine has softened the mood
Enough of life today I have viewed
There is just one final act I have to do.
My eyes are ready to close it's the end of day
My last thought "I love you" I have to say.


Starry Night - Van Gogh

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Hold My Hand

Hold my hand for a little while longer
My love for you makes me bid you stay.
They say absence makes love grow stronger
But lovers shouldn't have to go away?
Have they ever felt they were torn in two,
When rain clouds replaced a sky of blue?
Then watched the best part carried away,
Having seen sunshine turn to dullest day.
Until then only patience is your saving grace
No hope or prayer can ever ease that pain
Or speed up time should they return again
Awaiting the time that you'll see that face.
That will tear the gloom from leaded heart
And your living once again can start.



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Indian Dreams

There is flavour in the bite of the lamb
My palate opens as I savour the tastes.
Eating slowly, enjoying, never do I cram
To rush my food creates worthless wastes.
Once again its warmth floods my body
The chef, the artist has never produced shoddy,
Rather works of art live within his food
With the food and music creating a mood
It has transported me for a little while,
To a palace with cushions and black eyed,
Half naked girls, dancing side by side.
I am the Raj and this is my dream, I smile.
There is a lingering taste long after the meal,
I can't tell you, how pleased it makes me feel.



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Jupiter and Uranus

The cold sky in my mind is a golden hue,
With sights of mountains rising not so afar,
Skies in various shades of white and blue
As night descended to views of one star.
Now the sky in my mind is full of stars,
See the Moon and to her right is Mars
Jupiter and Uranus left above and bright
Had swapped positions from last night.
Somehow the night has become alive
Yet I know that most are now fast asleep
If only they knew I'm sure they'd love a peep
One view I know their love would revive.
On the second night Venus had also been there
As I look at my lover how could I not care?



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Kindred Spirits

Between you and I there can be no farewell,
And goodbyes are merely to be spaces in time,
For a while in different places we will dwell
Good partings can't remove what was sublime.
With tears washing away the dross of years
Then we meet again removing all those fears.
We know that time has no meaning for our love
Two souls meet and together fit just like a glove.
Now we realise that time has a meaning for us.
Through circumstances the bodies must part,
But together we are joined by souls and heart
There's no immeasurable distances for us to fuss
Time and fate will conspire and even help cement
The sun and moon and stars will nod their consent.



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Night Mare

She came thundering down my lane of dreams,
Astride a mare advancing dappled white.
The hoof beats stamped illusions flimsy seams,
Its rider clad with naught else but the night.
She rode as one, wildly on this crazy wild mare,
The grey mane tangled windblown with her hair.
To lathered flanks she pressed her wildest need,
And stroked the neck of her most ardent mare.
Behind, with nostrils flared in keen array,
A hundred lusty stallions swelled the lane.
None could match her stride or make his gain
Though fiery-eye determined in their way.
Awaking to find you were hot astride my thighs,
As my pleasure arose, the night heard our cries.



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One Fine Day

One fine day my dreams will come true
As my lover walks to me out of the mist,
From that moment I will never again be blue
And heaven will resound once we have kissed.
Once in my arms we will love forever more
Two united souls, with eternity to explore
With only each other's needs to consider
No haste now we have time to wander.
Just two mature lovers wanting more
No heaven nor Earth just that one view
Yet what we seek is nothing really new
Each room with a window has a door
I will know this once we have kissed
Then together we'll walk into our mist.



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Pheline Slave

I have never met a cat who liked me
I've always been treated with indifference
Sometimes the bearer of a needed stroke
A provider of food, and a handy bloke.
The rest of the time treated with distain
Until feeding time comes round once again.
Then it's leg rub saying, "Get out your chair,
Feed me, feed me, see, feel how much I care".
Tail erect leads me, tells me "There my man"
A nudge a rub tells me I fancy that's the one
A scratch a bite says "Man pick a nutherun"
And makes sure that I select the right can.
Its hard to judge all her different moods
Just like the row in Aldis pet foods.



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Rhapsodies

The wind blows and brown autumn leaves fly
Caught in nature's tarantella but they are not alive,
For it is fall and time for some things to die
And only the faeries there dancing will survive.
For the wee folk it is their last dance this year
Silently waiting for the first snows to appear
And they prepare to battle winters storms,
As from green, to white their world transforms.
Wind tunes will be a cacophony for a while
Until spring when Stravinsky will be around
And faeries will dance to a different sound
But in time evolving to a more familiar style.
So, as green leaves shoot, live and in time die,
Faeries live and dance, keeping a watchful eye.


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Through the Moons Absence

The moon misunderstood the question posed
It rained, and then the moon refused to show
She hid behind the clouds scared I supposed
With thunder chasing lightning to a distant glow.
I was thankful for the thunder and the rain.
The cold and damp somewhat relieve my pain
Only distant flashes and a dull sonorous roll
Break the darkness as Luna ignores my earlier call
A feeling of being embraced by a blanket of air
The moon still hid, will she e'r be seen again,
And with her gone will I be less or more insane?
As if Night herself wishes to tell of her care.
With sleep, blessed sleep a bringer of sweet dreams
Instead of madness, impulse and lunatic schemes.



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Under the Moon

Under the moon we'll meet each night
Come to me my love just take my hand
If the sun doesn't rise there is still moonlight
And I'll hold you forever, in wonderland.
Come to me love, if only in our minds
As our souls, our secrets now unwinds
Surrender to me in passion and lust
And needs I will sprinkle with stardust.
Sharing love with stars and moonbeams
When dawn appears, we'll open our eyes
What e'r the clock we need never rise
I will pleasure you, not only in dreams.
Possession is three words, "You are mine"
And hearing quiet whispers "I am thine".



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Vernal Pledge

I hear birds making nests through inner walls,
And some have made them within my eaves.
Because the weather's cold with frequent squalls,
They've taken refuge till the storm reprieves.
They sing to me, whilst working or at play,
It cannot help but brighten up my day.
A song that birds sing, safe within their lair.
The music in my ears is extraordinaire.
When all of earth awakens from its sleep,
And spring awaits the hatching of each brood,
My solemn vow in vernal splenditude.
A kind of promise for their home to keep,
With winter's ending, and spring almost here,
The birds are still around; I lend an ear.



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Divena Collins

A Broken Vow

I sense that something is wrong
So deep within my aching heart
I feel it is I that shall not belong
For love shall seem so far apart
But love was never meant to be
It may be time just to break free
No matter whatever I do or say
To be apart shall be the only way.
A pain of sorrow may ever linger
Inner feelings shall ever be sad
love was never meant to be bad
look not thee back within anger
Love was not the promise of fate
Better to end it now than too late.



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Camelot V Gunga Din

Oh I wish I could have written Camelot
Just a classical theme within my prose
Yet I know I may give it what it has not
What a humble poet thinks she knows
Yet I try my best through thick and thin
I might as well just stick to Gunga Din
Shall be much easier for most to digest
For east shall be east and I be bless`d
With the story told that lends an ear
A much better playwrite than before
Within future may applaud ever more
I shall even for myself provide a cheer
Even though I had trouble composing
This shall not flow within my chosing.



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The Captains Lady

Perpare thyself now for a mishap untold
A repitition of ghosts that haunt by night
Within the depth's of the deep sea fold
Lies the captains lady so pale and white
Midst her seaweed bed of a slimy green
Drowned at sea should never have been
How shall this lady upon destiny be free
When violent waves arise from the sea
They say that she might never find rest
'Tis she who haunts the oceanic water
That shall mislead others unto slaughter
May it be of south, east, or even West
She arose as a mermaid upon her wave
A far cry from an earthen bound grave.


image by Lesley Allen on pinterest

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He Who Sees All

Twas Scottish Highlanders who bore nae shame
For the lilt o' their kilts sae proud within battle
That plagued nae threat tae the highland game
Nor feart thee hides frae yon skittish cattle
The bonnie purple heather still blooms sae fair
Above the Bonnie Prince that may be nae mair
Cast beneath the hillside within peat and loam
Yet his spirit within the future shall ever roam
From Scottish highlands unto the bonnie glen
He shall haunt the rugged hillside's frae past
His bravery shall remain at peace now at last
To be forgotten not by the Scots yet again
The lilt of his kilt shall return just once more
Within battle as had sae many a time 'afore.



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Hearts Do Break

Of precious time spent to no avail
The future shall ever be the same
Todays point of view may ever fail
For true love may be a losers game
Words softly spoken mean nothing
They shall not make the heart sing
What was once shall never be again
Broken hearts may only suffer pain
There is no magic solution to amend
No words of forgiveness may appeal
Hurt they say within time shall heal
Depends what the inner vision sends
True love being figments of the mind
Those who search shall not ever find.



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Is Love Airborne

Why do they say that love is in the air
When I cannot see that this should be
Surely this is untrue now lets be fair
Some folk never have the sense to see
Yet we cannot even see the air as such
Only the strongest of winds shall touch
Anything else shall only be imagination
To prove wrong may cause frustration
Yet how could this fact ever be proven
When it is not within our mind to do so
It may be best just to go with the flow
Past is past but future is yet be woven
Within a tapestry of rights and wrong
Cast within music but only within song.



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A Lonely Road

What is love when heart strings break
Where ever is the here and the after
Only time shall tell of a sad mistake
When tears take the place of laughter
But who are we that shall really know
The right and wrong way we should go
Yet the path to love is so hard to find
But hurt feelings may never unwind
Love within passion shant ever belong
So where do they both go from there
Nothing of love they are ever to share
Who shall say if they are right or wrong
Yet yesterday they loved with a passion
This day may be less of inner reactions.



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Pledge of Love

Instinctive feelings betwixt a lovers kiss
Shall ever reveal within both loving eyes
A warmth that shall speak of eternal bliss
That shall be cast within true lovers sighs
Time may tell within words to be spoken
That warm affection shall never be broken
When lovers shall feal that sensual touch
Within close instincts may tell them much
Precious times shall be more of a blessing
That shall ever be recalled deeper within
Within love this shall not be classed as sin
An art of love that may be softly caressing
That shall only ever be partaken by touch
Yet a pledge of love may inspire so much.



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A Poetic Lament

Times forgotten yet brought to light
Of past poets within future recalled
Whose spirits shall arise unto night
Too long has their muse been stalled
Upon depth within the earthen grave
Beneath a mound which silence gave
Why must this be so of such a master
This surely cannot be his final disaster
But for those who who read his words
Praised all that he had ever strived for
He wrote within affection never of war
And still does whatever a spirit affords
She sits sadly within the pasture green
His loving spouse wi' tears in her e-en.


Image by Rupert Brook

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Preditor Versus Victims

Dark and bleak the feathers of a crow
Keen of eye towards prey shall seek
For instinct tells him blood shall flow
'Neath treetop high cowers the meek
A crow may feast upon what is so frail
Hunger within shall of wisdom impail
He knows his victim shall be no match
For a ravenous crow may always catch
Within evil plans of total destruction
He catches his prey who is so unaware
That a nest of crows shall easily share
But if the victims go into production
It is they that easily takes their stand
'Tis victims that share the upper hand.



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Storm Struck

I regret it may be my very last form
For it is not within my inner nature
To put pen to paper within a storm
For I cower low just like a creature
A big black cloud is coming my way
Who don`t they gather another day
This day I chose but find rather hectic
Lightening they say attracts electric
I had started so I now shall be brave
My mind must only ever be patient
But my muse becomes forever vacant
This unto me shall be of nothing new
I may just be brave and see it through.



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Tapestry Of Time

What lies ahead but a tapestry of time
Of endless paths that lead to the past
That shall ever be an upward climb
For a road to the future is ever cast
From future time that is ever ending
Shades of green together blending
But does a tapestry of time really exist
Or is it just of images we cannot resist
Whatever of dreams that come and go
Images of nature may forever be free
Forever within earths tapestry shall be
All upon this earth may surely grow
Deep within dreams that poets choose
The tapestry that time shall never lose.



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Thinker Statue

He sits as a tortured tormented soul
Within dementia of poetical words
That shall never render him whole
Within his image appeared absurd
But Sculptured by his masters well
Just to sit alone by the gates of hell
Dante was to represent his statue
But many say that this was not true
Some say carved by Michelangelo
But who are they that really knows
As time goes by then interest grows
Unto the seated portrait of Lorenzo
No matter what the future shall say
He was then as he shall be this day.



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Tree of Life

The tree of life is born from a seed
From the fruits of a fully grown tree
Rain and sunshine is all it shall need
Neath the sky where rivers run free
From a seed to a pale green sapling
That springtime joy may ever bring
This gift of mother natures treasure
Shall only ever bring much pleasure
As within each season all may grow
Spring, autumn as all the leaves fall
When winter shall have the final call
A seasonal change may forever flow
Whilst this World remains as round
Each quarter changes may be found.



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Un Momento

Once upon a moment your eyes met mine
It was then my heart had skipped a beat
Was this what they classed as love divine
When lovers touch they are not discreet
But why upon infatuation may this be so
It takes lovers to feel that love may grow
shall it be but a whim of carnal seduction
Or else the inner charms of loves elation
Words of enticement may work as a charm
Within fantasy that lures the feeble mind
Unto the inner feelings of a sensual kind
Which shall do love more good than harm
Cast not the charms of a lovers sweet kiss
For just one perfect moment of utter bliss.



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Vikings Wedlock

Cart tracks down an old country lane
Within meadow's of heath and briars
Deeply grooved upon soil to remain
As upon memory the Vikings desires
To love to honour and rightly be true
She may respect his good wish anew
Within past times he must reprimand
'Twas blesse'd from a suitors demand
For a Norse lass shall not bear a flaw
She shalt ne-er be a part of a carnal sin
A hand in wedlock she may rightly gain
Upon a wedded vow of an ancient law
Thus may thro' time ever be the same
But a Vikings woman shall never tame.



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Jeremy Farmer

Exposure

The acts of love reveal desire within
Each hungry need exposed on linen sheet
The pious shout about the deeds of sin
Unholy wholeness two souls lie complete
An empty heart filled echoes all we've known
As long, luscious touches left the mind blown
The burning fire of sweet desire possessed
When in a whisper true love is confessed
flickers on in the depths beyond lust
When the body is sated there is still
Love; the power that holds us at its will
Yet a gift that's only given in trust
And now there are no words left to be said
For you are every thought in my head

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Nature of Love

In those intimate moments between us
The magic that happens within my heart
A force of power when we are apart
Yet so delicate; how can it be thus
A kiss can haunt me through the longest night
Enticing my dreams to keep you in sight
'til I awake overwhelmed by your touch
But this is love and I know it is such
And soon I will see the light in your eyes
As your lips curve into that sultry smile
The nature of love is not versatile
For there is no weakness left to disguise
When our love is the strength that sets us free
And you are the heart that beats inside me.

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Self-Healing

The driving force to keep the spirit strong
When the chips are laid out upon the floor
And it seems there's nothing left to fight for
For the heart and mind got it all so wrong
Yet still the strength remains to draw a breath
Before the rhythm of the dance of death
Begins to intoxicate in the mind
The soul rebuilds anew, and redefined
Again the heart lays tattered and broken
As silent tears reach out in sweet solace
With walls of steel in an open promise
Spirit energy always unspoken
The force of self that follows no fashion
For survival is the purest passion

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The Trap

Texte: The artist belongs to their work, not the work to the artist
– Novalis


Chains of words hold me in this obsession
The rhyme and meter an impulsive chant
To try an escape; I know that I can't
I'm owned by words in an act of possession
I'm not imprisoned, I can freely speak
In dark moments when I'm nothing but weak
And laying it down in verse for all to see
My own words but it is they that own me
The poet caught in a versified trap
While living in fear of words with no rhyme
And forcing ink to free verse one more time
It's not so bad, it's a pretty good rap
When finding just the right word; verb or noun;
Exposed the truth and I'm writing it down

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Undereath the Arc

They seek the pot of gold at rainbow's end
Rewards of money filling empty hearts
The high fashion world of appearing smart
Of make believe and don't we all pretend
All that matters is increasing our wealth
There's no time for love or caring for health
Nobody smiles for there's no sense of joy
When money dictates the rules we employ
Yet beneath the arc made of vibrant hues
The wonder of love found its dwelling place
A gentle smile upon a lover's face
There is all to gain and nothing to lose
Under the rainbow where you and I stay
And, you know, I kind of like it that way

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What Makes a Pirate

When a sailor finds the shore should he stay
And leave his life of roaming far behind
If love has come to play upon his mind
Or should he leave and sail his ship away?
He only has his dreams when out at sea
And they all start and end with love and she
But if he weighs the anchor on the land
Will she be distant and slip through his hand
She has learned to stand alone on her feet
And now he's said he will always be there
She casts his love aside without a care
Once more he sails away, admits defeat
To the seas that have always known his name
And vows no more to let his heart be tame.



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Leny Roovers

After the rain

Today the weather gods drenched us with rain
as sudden showers flushed over dry streets,
all dust disappeared into sewer's drain.
With holds now empty, sails the cloud-ships' fleet.
An inch of water poured down in an hour
to quench the thirst of both tree and flower.
The sun sends her beams as birdlife resumes
my doves all busy getting their coat groomed.
Our fence is adorned with a pearly string
and red-tiled roofs shine as freshly painted -
all looks clean, for the moment untainted.
Through an open door I hear someone sing
the air smells much cleaner, sweet as a rose,
fragrant herbs in the yard, tickle my nose.



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Ahoushka Shankar, In honour of

Her sitar sings just like a human voice
returns in dialogue each spoken phrase
she follows with her heart her father's choice
he sings a line, his hands alive in praise
she answers on the strings , her gaze on him
a concert recreates this Raga hymn.
Their inner voices speak with music's sound
a perfect harmony holds me spellbound.
A raga is created as it's played
it is improvised within certain rules
with human voice and instruments as tools;
by art from heart emotions are conveyed.
Please listen now and may your soul find bliss
your senses will receive a soft, pure kiss.



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Autumn Leaves

Now rain and wind have gone, the air feels cool
upon my skin, the smell of autumn leaves
is all around, from trees and from the pool
perfumes of summer almost gone retrieve
sweet memories of our meals out on the lawn,
eating curries or paella with prawn.
On summer days we both sat in the shade
discussing books we'd read until lights fade.
It won't be long before we'll build a fire
inside, bring light and warmth in darker nights
to chase out cold, the best of winter's rites,
listening to music we both admire.
We'll draw the curtains to shut out the dark
have dinner by candlelight's tempting spark.



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Brooding

There is a void within my mind and heart
our cloth of love seems torn beyond repair
once polished floors look cracked, no longer smart
we have stopped smiling, instead we just glare.
When years ago our love began with hope,
companionship now bounces of life's slope.
Though we both try, we can't reach out, connect
but for a little while, then cold reject.
I cannot think or write, I'm just too sad
inadequate to change our present course
unable to find strength within my source.
I do not understand why you get mad.
I try to live my life and cause no harm
your anger worries me into alarm.



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The end of summer

Another month and summertime has fled
already nature shows her autumn dress
in tones of orange, brown, a touch of red
as late night's breeze sends us a last caress.
To say goodbye is dying a small death
when said in French, it comes on poet's breath.
As seasons come and go all through the year
I should be used to it by now, yet fear
the long dark days of winter's chilling hold
when daylight will be dulled and gone too soon
it will take weeks before I can attune;
with clear and freezing weather sun brings gold
Those days I cherish like a precious stone
my soul is filled with light from heaven's throne.



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Freedom from Within

n meditation I can free my soul
and let her fly to join the greater One
as thoughts that drag her down, under control,
have lost their grip, she leaves the web they've spun.
Pure consciousness will light my future way
I clearly see my goal, won't go astray.
Each day I dedicate my life to you
remember you within, feel love accrue.
In contemplation I give praise to Thee
uniting with the substance of the All
my inner refuge from which I can't fall.
To realize that truth will set me free.
I live to learn to reach you in the end
by growing closer, my soul shall ascend



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Late night surprise

On coming home last night I was greeted
I opened the gate as the lights switched on,
many toads were around, they retreated
a surprise party for frogs on the lawn?
It had been raining, I know they delight
in going about in the wet at night.
Big ones and small ones, with babies in tow
they all played a part in a real frog show.
Enchanted I was and tiptoed ahead
as not to disturb them or step on one,
walking carefully past, to bother none
I still had to put my bike in the shed.
A lovely ending of a busy day,
my garden with frogs, in the rain to play.



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Our Promised Land

Slowly we're reaching out, renew our bond
with gentle smiles and touches we connect
we're still not quite at ease, but we respond
remove the shields from eyes and hearts, reflect.
We have survived the angry waves wild roar
as storm abated, we reached a safe shore.
Almost we shipwrecked on far battle grounds
we choose to listen now to milder sounds.
Maybe we can prevent another fall
from heaven as we know it still exists,
if only we could stop in time, resist
that awful urge to say too much, recall
the beauty of the paradise we made,
then views of our promised land won't fade.



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Tessa

My dear old Tessa is still going strong
She's nineteen by now, a grand lady cat
I really would miss her, hope she'll prolong
her life for a while, she likes me to pat
and stroke her as she's sitting on my lap
oft she then dozes, takes a little nap.
When I am writing, she always sits close
two feet on my leg, in peaceful repose.
She likes to feel me, I love stroking her
with gentle purring she tells me she's fine
growing gracefully older, we entwine;
soft to the touch is her velvety fur.
She's shared my life for almost twenty years
when she has to leave me, I'll be in tears.



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Time in between

Between the days of laughter and of joy
a strange, evasive nothingness exists
a large black hole where love could be destroyed
it sucks at our energy with twists.
A silence which is deafening invades
a fragile harmony with sharpened blades.
Time in between is cloaked in deepest black
the way seems lost, where is the turning back?
Sometimes it's only hours, sometimes days
of painful non-existence for us both
this senseless waste of time for love I loathe.
Why can't we stop relational malaise?
I hate this fighting, don't wish to grow old
like this; love means to share, not to withhold.



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Waiting for the storm

I cannot find relief this humid day
as last night's thunderstorm brought little rain;
the sky is heavy with yet unspent grey
fat clouds filled up with pent-up pain.
It's still, the air smells stifling like wet wool
no summer breeze to offer us some cool.
I feel drops of sweat trickling down my spine
and leaves look dull, are longing for rain's shine.
I hope the weather gods will soon decide
to open up the clouds so rain can flow
let thunder and lightning present their show;
a downpour from heaven, too long denied.
I don't feel hungry on a day like this,
maybe I'll give my evening meal a miss.



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The way we were

You're often on my mind since you have died
it seems we're growing closer once again
there is still love between us, long denied;
when we divorced at last, we both felt pain.
Our sons stayed with me as they chose to do
you went away, we all tried to pull through.
At first your absence brought relief from stress
as slowly hearts were healed, all convalesced.
Years later we both tried to talk things out,
what we had shared and what went wrong and why
again we opened hearts and souls, we cried.
With mildness we looked back, acknowledged doubt
we'd felt before and love that lingered still-
the best part of our past is thus fulfilled.



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Without

I can get along without you very well
as Frankie sang so many years ago
a melancholy song of love once swell
but now turned sour, having lost its glow.
Yet I don't want to leave you on your own
we made a solemn pledge we can't disown.
For better and for worse, is what was part
of the promise at our marriage start.
I can't deny deep down I still love you
some days I fall in love with you again
but all to soon we sing the old refrain
both feeling blue, without having a clue.
It seemed so easy when new love was strong
Why can't we hear each other, what went wrong?



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