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2017 Poetry Form Challenge

#04 Rubaiyat Sonnet




When one hears the name Rubaiyat, one automatically thinks of Omar Kyyam. So it is not surprising to find the Rubia originated in Persia.
It consists of four line stanzas (quatrains) and is usually tetrameter or pentameter form.
Lines one, two, and four rhyme and the third line can be used to interlock the next stanza and by doing so with three stanzas and linking it back with a couplet to the first stanza we have a Rubaiyat Sonnet, as shown in the following example:

Silent Screams

With care I bring back how it used to be
Of days of bliss and nights of revelry
Death is no lonely stranger to me now
Nor is he a friend that's welcome to see.
Life is now a careful measure that I allow
And only rarely let my true feelings show
Then in solitude I can revisit lost dreams
But I need love so my spirit can grow.
I have not given up all, and now it seems
There's another to help with my schemes
Someone I can care for and stay with me
Someone who heard my silent screams.
Another who will give a happier memory
And will stay with me throughout eternity.

Terry Clitheroe
It must be noted that the third linking line is optional and Fitzgerald often ignored it during his translation of The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. This now leaves the doors open a lot wider for this sonnet form.


Rubaiyat Sonnet Challenge Replies

Kathy Anderson

So Full of Half Empty

Terry Clitheroe

Autumn in Victoria
Blessed
Ceatures of the Night
Eternities Mood
Finding Treasure
Kiss Flavoured Winds
Night Spirit
Old Cape Cod
Poets
Rising
Silent Screams
Vain Love
Xenobiotic
Yearning for the Night

Noreen Collins

An Unrest Spirit
Cruel War
How Tame The Ocean
Non Correspondence
Patchwork
Re-borne To Love
Ye Olde Peddlar

Leny Roovers

Autumn of my years
Exodus
This could be Heaven (Sonnet)




Kathy Anderson

So Full of Half Empty

An hour ago was night and night is young,
As young as spring under the starlit flung
Astral dream and unspent treasuries gold
For gold is the nectar that's godly sprung,
Yet filling nor unfulfilling it's goal
Of flowing passages of time and of souls
Growing with each lifetime in a circle
Wheel is turning or returning ne'er shoal;
Ever greening rains flow, in darkness scull
Propelling onward towards dawns light, fully
Burgeoning skies emergent rainbow's sing
Their colors, emptied from goblets full,
So full of half empty is slip of tongue
Sprung expressions the motto of days run.

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Terry Clitheroe

Autumn in Victoria

The northerlies are less frequent now
Instead the southwesters begin to show
The bite has gone from the constant sun.
And a little rain comes with the blow.
There's a colour that pervades all round
The leaves in the garden are all brown,
But not the brown of the northern death
It is the blanket of our summer's gown.
Coming winter will again turn life sane,
There may be greenness to the land again
Instead of drought there may be floods.
All washed down the stormwater drain.
The northerlies are less frequent now
A little rain comes with the southern blow.

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Blessed

Have you seen the bush by moonlight
Seen the Sun kiss the Earth goodnight
Covering her with a sleepy goldness
Just preparing for a time of delight.
Have you heard the birds raucous din
At the end of day as parrots settle in?
Red breasted galahs argue with the rest
A host of colours flitting then settling
See the red rock in the middle at sunrise
Then the contrast 'gainst light blue skies
The richest greens of the northern jungle
And burnt out trees that never die
Evermore you'll love the bushland
And see the Garden State alive and grand.

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Creatures of the night

Cry loudly now, creatures of the night
See leathered wings beat in the moonlight
As the maidens open window comes in view
Changing quietly he moves into her sight.
Hair askew in slumber on her bed she lies
At first there is fear, then loves surprise
Her throat, her soul she offers, invites his bite
Eternal life, but death to see the sunrise.
Bodies joined in passion their flesh ignite
With vows exchanged in hellish might
A Queen created by Darkness's Sins
Cry loudly now, creatures of the night.
Cry loudly now, creatures of the night
Changing quietly he moves into her sight.

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Eternities Mood

Separation is just a lonely interlude
In reality a click of Eternities mood.
Yet now know that love is for Eternity
And that death is only Loves interlude.
Two people meet he thinks she's pretty
Because of that there's a need for unity
So they wed and live and love and breed
Grow part of a normal love community.
In sickness and health and loves needs,
Death will not part, on love it ever feeds
Soul love's forever and will never conclude
But physical things with death concedes.
Soul love's forever and will never conclude
And that death is simply Loves interlude.

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Finding Treasure

Let us touch for a little while, Eternity is fine
Let our souls mingle, let yours, meet mine;
Let them both enjoy a glorious splurge
You have become a treasure so divine.
In that time I hope neither will emerge
Instead I pray that they stay converged,
For what we have is no mean feat
You have become a treasure and an urge.
Fate was smiling allowing us to meet
Knowing we make each other complete
and I am yours, and you are mine,
You have become a treasure a delicious treat.
Let us touch for a little while, Eternity is fine
You have become a treasure so divine.

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Kiss flavoured Winds

Kiss flavoured winds are my every thought
Over mounds of passion so lovingly brought
Silk draped subtle and yet so easy to find
Like a brush giving flesh form with each stroke.
Sounds off an ocean from a whispering wind
Really lips brushing skin, naked in my mind.
Heartbeats that throb with so sensing trends
As senses alight from fires lit and well timed.
When together, kiss flavoured wind never ends
Embracing thighs as again all loving transcends
Light guitar strum sounding echoes from walls
Sounds wishing, hoping this night never ends.
Movement and touching and sounds that enthrals
As a kiss flavoured wind whispers and calls.

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Night Spirit

The lonely night has drawn swiftly down
covering the world in a deep black gown
creeping softly in without a sound
As I sleep alone in this distant town.
I close my eyes, but sleep can't be found
till your loving spirit wraps itself around
and I'm covered and warm wrapped in love
an ethereal blanket keeps me safe and sound.
Distances shrink in somnambulistic pleasure
as I dream and picture warm nights together
feelings shared, tied with silken thread
two lover inseparate, joined in love forever
The lonely night has drawn swiftly down
As I sleep alone in this distant town.

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Old Cape Cod

How I remember the days in Old Cape Cod
When leaves of shades of red are never odd
It was Autumn there, it's most beautiful time
Too be sure it's a fantastic gift from Natures God.
The days are warm, the nights learning about cold
Rather more concerned about now I'm getting old
The squirrels gathering food, up and down they climb
And in this search they become very, very bold.
Once they know you, they are very demanding
They put on a show and we pay if its outstanding
Fair exchange is no robbery, their show is sublime
They have created between something outstanding.
I'm looking forward to going back to Old Cape Cod
And again see those fantastic gifts from Natures God.

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Poets

In days of old when men were bold
And poetry wasn't really all that old.
Men roamed the land with lute in hand
Telling tales that just had to be told.
But oftimes bastards who were mad
Would try to gag each stalwart lad.
For keeping people informed and sane
Was considered by some to be bad.
Each age that's been in countries seen
The written word suppressed has been
Religion has caused wisdom to be paused
And politics caused literary screen.
But with each age in histories whit
That is your oftimes humble poet.

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Rising

Gently day surrenders to night
A slow crescendo of dreams in twilight
Rise within invisible strands of hope
Each a passenger waiting to take flight
Slowly they rise above destiny's smoke
First pictures formed by artists strokes
As I anticipate this odyssey of the mind
Whispers echo words my ancestors spoke
Patience is required for a journey of this kind
Before daybreak lifts her Venetian blinds
Alone on this voyage I do not wish to wake
For I'm searching for the future of mankind
In total darkness unprepared I succumb to
The show from night's vault ready to debut.

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Silent Screams

With care I bring back how it used to be
Of days of bliss and nights of revelry
Death is no lonely stranger to me now
Nor is he a friend that's welcome to see.
Life is now a careful measure that I allow
And only rarely let my true feelings show
Then in solitude I can revisit lost dreams
But I need love so my spirit can grow.
I have not given up all, and now it seems
There's another to help with my schemes
Someone I can care for and stay with me
Someone who heard my silent screams.
Another who will give a happier memory
And will stay with me throughout eternity.

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Vain Love

In a world of symbols and strange scheme
Two people met and shared a dream
Although from cultures and worlds apart
They weren't as different as it would seem.
Unlike all dreams this one did not fade
For this one was not hidden by shade
But made in truth, and giving themselves
Stark reality, knowing they weren't swayed
They saw themselves, they saw the wound
And together helped them clear the ground
Though separate by time and space again
What happens now Fate has drowned.
In a world of symbols and strange scheme
They weren't as different as it would seem.

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Xenobiotic (A Protest)

I have freed myself, not that I was in strife
More that I was tangled in the web of life
The spider of that life made me pay the cost
And just in time I was able to use a knife
To cut myself free and get back on my path
That disdainful breath of Fate and her wrath
Even though it's winter I must stand the frost
Even though it's difficult, follow the footpath.
I have found myself, not that I was lost
An icy world where there was eternal frost
But I was an alien living in a foreign land
Emotionless where everything was a cost.
Smiles were sought and friendship bought
About it all now honestly I care naught.

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Yearning for the night

I know my loneliness is felt more
I miss you walking through the door.
With music, or port, or a glass of wine
And little things that said, je t'adore.
Seeing faces and events from the past
Making promises that love would last
Sometimes with confusing imagery
Invade my consciousness unsurpassed
Recourse to dreams in a surreal setting
Finally with dawn my sanity getting
Is gone when I see the morn begin
And once more I begin my fretting.
I know my loneliness is felt more
With little things that said, je t'adore.

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Noreen Collins

An Unrest Spirit

On a cold darkened mysterious night.
In the cemetary`s cold and misted light
A tawny owl screaches up high in his fort
Beneath the fullest moon shining bright.
A Monk had arisen from his ancient tomb
From the mist of time where shadows loom
An unrest spirit haunts thro` the stones
Searching freedom from dank earths gloom.
A monestary in England was once his home
When Henry the eighth sat on his throne
He banished monestaries, monks and nuns
In sixteen hundreds they were o`erthrown.
But now this monk returned once more
His shadow floats thro`the monestary door.

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A Cruel War.

Oh Great spirit of the waters I call thee
Turn the great tide and set them all free,
No longer send our soldiers to perish
To far distant lands across the great sea.
Far too many young sons, have now been lost
Should they be the ones to count the cost
To be trapped in a relentless brutal war
With morale and valour close to exhaust.
What of their mothers what of young wives
What then of them, when lost are their lives
When all is left are medals they cannot wear
And a newly borne baby's about to arrive.
Hear them Oh spirits harken to their plea,
Come turn the great tide and set them all free.

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How Tame The Ocean

How vast hath tidal breezes changed
From calm unto violently disarranged
Sands then become like flooded castles
Washed away moats lost and estranged.
To ebb and to flow with high tidal waves
Crashing at rocks and flooding of caves
Treasures arise from long sunken galleons
From the bottom of deep sea graves.
Energetic these waves of variant power
Can also change on it`s spent out hour
Returns to tame these violent waters
For then the sea shalt bend and cower.
Then salt sea breezes caress my hair
I lift up my face to embrace the air

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Non Correspondence

I sent myself a letter to read when all alone
Never read a letter since I had the telephone,
The post box remains right outside my house
But all that was inside, an address unbeknown.
Friends keep in touch when they send me a text
Don't know how to answer, and feel rather vexed
I never see a post man except when it's bills
In this my lonely world I remain as perplexed.
Letters sent of love would never go a-miss
I should tie them in a bow sealed with a kiss,
To read once again endearing words of love
And treasure to my heart would be utter bliss.
So I send myself a letter to read when alone,
Once more persistence rings my telephone.

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Patchwork

Squares and angles with colours bold
Stitched together by young and old
Past and present as these years pass by
Each remnant had a tale to be told,
A weary grandmother so bent with age
Yet forever thankful and not ever grim.
Her creation meant well for the family
Kept an active mind for many a day
When all was done she uttered a sigh
It was her last, as she passed away.
Her patchwork quilt a treasure of old
Each remnant had a tale to be told.
For each generation her gift of love
Ever preserved by a heart of gold.


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Re-BorneTo Love

Howe sweete thys loveinge thou doth endow
I cherishe completely mye hearte toe thou;
Sweet dreames pledg`d toe thee thys nighte
Wythe thy lovinge eyes glazed `neath thy brow
Sleepe well mye love nestle thye wearie heade
On soft breastes upon thye feathered bedde;
For pleasur`s off passione keepeth thee warme
Endearing wordes off longinge soe softlie saide.
Recallinge loste moments that was left behinde
Changinge of thee seasons past ne`er to finde;
Toe return once more bothe spirites borne anew
Callinge backe sweet memories within thy minde.
Awaken mye love feel thy scent of sweet balme
Ande once more presse mye hand within thy palme.

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Ye Olde Peddlar

The peddlar doe call to showe hys wayeres
Pryses a farthinge toe olde gayte repayers
Hys rikett olde carte didd fayre welle betymes
Manie longe yeres hadd itt dunn fayre shayres
Callinge att thee cotts nigh everie longe weeke
Sellynge divers thynges wych sum folke seeke
Thayre bee pottes ande panns wyth all thee lyds
Buketts ande bowles, whenn thee olde doe leeke.
Hym calles toe sharpenn blunten`d sheeres.
Toe hys olde carte were a sharpner appeeres
Kniffes ande syssors, honed fyne and sharpe.
One halfpenny onlie ande a porter off beeres.
Peasant folks saye theye cann still hear hym nowe
Ande hym six futte under thee blessed grounde.

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Leny Roovers

The Autumn of my Years

Life's autumn is a good time to reflect
how acts from our past might yet effect
our future, hidden still within time's veils.
The years ahead I'll use to introspect.
I'd like to leave this life unburdened, hale
acceptance in my heart, no fear to fail;
In offering my spirit I'll be free.
The time still left I'll use to good avail.
Awareness of the way offers the key
unlocks the doors to reconnect with Thee.
In You I'll find my peace and inner space
my life will be fulfilled in high degree.
I try to live a good life with your grace
For love and life you need your self-respect.

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Exodus

Thousands of people leave their land
their country ravaged, they are banned;
in search of freedom and of peace
they flee their countries, many strand.
Shipwrecked or drowned, hundreds decease
stacked as cattle on boats to Greece.
Smugglers grow rich from people's fear
they don't know mercy or release.
The free world looks on, they're still clear
slowly the crowds are getting near;
a small boy dies, sign to awake
and practice the values held dear?
It's better to give, than to take.
It's time for big gestures, think grand!

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This could be Heaven

We're offered chances to be loved each life
to bring us balance in a world of strife;
we're also asked to love back in return
our parents, children, friends, husband or wife.
There is one thing though we first have to learn:
respect and love ourselves, instead of spurn.
Accepting who we are gives peace of mind,
it opens our hearts to show concern.
Love takes down our barriers, makes us kind,
entwines the strings between our souls combined;
we'll feel upbeat, benevolence is rife,
with love we can let go, leave pain behind.
Self-examination works like a knife,
it cuts out every lie, allows true life.



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