Poetic Constellations







Poetic Constellations



2017 Poetry Form Challenge

#10 Sonnetina Due



This form is using the most basic form of poetry, the couplet. Many versions come to mind, the Mathnawi, Ghazal, Cyhydedd Fer, Rhupunt, and Toddaid, it is possible to construct a Sonnetina Due using these existing couplet forms.
The emphasis is that it is a ten line poetry form that is constructed using any couplet form, and must be presented as a ten line poetry form.
There is no set meter or rhyme sceme, but if Iambic Pentameter were used, the form could be called an "Heroic Sonnetina".

Only A Woman

I am meant to be loved not understood
I wish you could when I feel you should.
Sometimes I'm sad and I dont know why
I feel so dejected hard done by and cry.
When I fall in love I love with passion
Never know, love may go out of fashion.
When I state my facts I argue what's right
Do not dispute this could last all night.
Dont ever give up on me If you are my man
But handle with care for I am a woman.

Divena Collins


Sonnetin Due Challenge Replies

Maryse Achong

Fast Forward
My Good Shepherd

Kathy Anderson

Angus Sky
A Beautiful Life
Blue Visions
Bright Blue
Claustrophobic
Maid of Poetry
Stages

Terry Clitheroe

Alone With My Toolbox
As Rain Descends
Autobahn Toughts
Darkness
Earthy Thoughts
Fairground
Fire of Love
First Moon
Futility
Hold My Hand
I Am The Wind
In Brinbank Park
Kinaesthesia
Kisses Sweeter than Wine
Lei Viee Deliziosmente
New Mates
No-one Believes
Olfactory Presence
Palestinian Truth
Providence
Quest For Truth
Silent Woods
Under Autumn Skies
Unequalled Wisdom
Unwanted Love
Vernal Pledge
Waders in Wellington
Yesterdays Dreams
Zilch Tonight

Divena Collins

Animal Land
Artemis Godess/Dryad
Bardic Treasure
Bees Knee
Bird Without Wings
Blissful Love
Blissful Silence
Born Free
Celtic Warrior
Country Mouse
Devil Woman
Forever Lasting
Gift of Love
Golden Dreams
I who Hath Failed
Imaginary Friend
Kingdom of Birds
Lady Orchard
Lord Franklin
Nature's Release
Natures Study
Old Man Crocket
Perfect Harmony
Poetic Curse
Red Tears of Gold
Spirit of the Lake
Temptress
Tree Spirit
Wind that Shook thee Barley
Winds of Change
Youth Awakening

Lorainne Dafney

Little Things

Jem Farmer

Hummingbird's Orchard
The Mystery
Mystical Mountains
Setting Sun
Soul of a Raven
Spirit of a Child
War Crime

Iris K

Forecast

Bruce Henderson

The Flower

Maureen Moonchild

Beyond Doubt

Peggy Nelson

Ghost Train
Magical
Well I'll be damned

Dark Raven

Little Things

Leny Roovers

Listening
My Silent Lake
Love and Laughter
Pigeons
Spring
Spring garden
Tenderness
Watching

Dinah Serritelli

Sonnetina Due
The Need



Maryse Achong

Fast Forward

I sit alone and let my thoughts run wild,
I am a girl again, a happy child;
I am a teen, convinced I know it all,
A young woman caught up in love's first thrall.
Life's ups and downs assail me still I stand,
Though there are times I am on shifting sand.
The years have flown, that girl has gone away,
The woman I became is here today.
I know not what the future holds for me
But in His hands I place it willingly.

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My Good Shepherd

The Shepherd tends each member of his fold,
He warms them if they become lost, are cold.
He calls to each and every one by name
The old, infirm, the young, the strong, the lame.
He leads them to green pastures, there to feed,
And gives them rest and comfort when in need.
With crook and staff he keeps danger away,
And searches for each lamb that's gone astray.
My Good Shepherd is real, no fantasy...
I know, for He's been taking care of me.


Kathy Anderson

Angus Sky

The skies are full of bovines
Black and white or brown so fine,
Owls found the wind is greener
The land shining redder
Since cows passed by in a herd
Of dark black Angus that stirred
A storm of coal raining down
To mix upon this owl town
Who were want to tar-feather
Any trespassers in leather.


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A Beautiful Life

Into its warren dark and soft
Cotton tail down no need to keep aloft
Brown eyed doe nests safely with young,
Green glade door no predator has yet sprung
Under canopy of beautiful leaves
Each animal may there sigh with no heaves,
Quietly dozing or preening its hair
None could find better a niche from despair
Below the moon fair and fully glowing
True loveliness reflected from suns shining.


A Beautiful Life - Vladimir Kush

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Blue Visions

Through blue color glasses worlds implode
What was sunny bright becomes a black road
Into violet dusk of night and grey clouds
Covering up the means, sunlight enshrouds.
All that's gay and cheery swallowed by gloom
Midnight's come a calling to seek your doom,
Instead of hearts home you play to dead beats
Following the storms sky drips bloody sheets,
Torn apart lovers never discover
Peaceful dawns rosy merely blew over.

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Bright Blue

It was no accident I saw right blue stars
Somewhere in southern skies,
Homeward bound a heart you'd hold
Could claim the same dreams
Dare to hope that hope will stay.
It was no accident bright blue stars
I saw within clouds in your bright gaze,
These days would pass from grey
To bright blue azure above green waves
Great swells washing away fears instead.


Bright Blue - Vladimir Kush

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Claustrophobic

I cannot breath in the cleanest of air
For every one is measured lest we dare
Take more than our share of opiate dreams
Or perhaps it's that they're governed by reams,
The stacks that have all gone cyber storage
On data discs and who knows how much wage
Those nerds in D.C. receive to make it
All up and pass the next law to befit
This bogus land of freedom is no more
Than a new hell, religion may count score.

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Maid of Poetry

And it was at that age ~ poetry arrived
To sit upon my shoulders, bare of words
Whose letters became like gods own third eye
With an eye never to forget stressed chi,
Syllable for syllable music made
Into wine mulled a thousand years prevade
Era after era in pure decades thoughts,
My thoughts the reflection of Goddess
Born for the first time into Zeus's arms,
His strength being the gift to souls charms.



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Stages

Paint me a field of poppies in the hour
Of my awakening to deaths power,
The power of life clinging memories
A token of the past, preserved fresco's
Taken down with time whose colors I lost
The lost reconstructed in thoughts embossed
Like the fabric of a thousand more lives
Relived in imagination that gives
Credence to old ages yellow'd pages;
Even roses live on in new stages.


Daisey Games - Vladimir Kush

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Terry Clitheroe

Alone with my Toybox

Silent tears fall down my face
There is no one to understand my place.
It's a place of solitude with so much around.
Yet no-one would know just by the sound?
The beings there all lie sentient now
Uncared for, ignored, yet alive somehow.
Yes! Aware and alive and still with form
For what is memory but a previous norm?

Opening my toybox after all this time
I see memories covered in dust and grime.
Those within saw my look and my shame,
They knew of my life, I was not to blame.
I spoke with, Kanga, Wambi and Owly again,
Sat down with my friends, there was no strain.
So we sat and talked all through the night
By the following morn everything was right



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As Rain Descends

As rain descends from a sombre cloud
Hear it falling like an angry crowd
And from the grey morning as we arise
In a shower that caught us by surprise.
Half light now lights a land once proud
As rain descends from a sombre cloud.
Meanwhile birds sit quietly in their nests
Mother hens clutching chicks to their breasts
A strong wind picks up the grey shroud
As rain descends from a sombre cloud.

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Autobahn Thoughts

Shaded trails of asphalt filled promise
And I saw how those promises diminish
Like the red cars that pass, I am in the way
And my marvellous thoughts easily decay.
Flashing bands of what has mattered
By impatient, ill bred cretins in well catered
Four wheeled drives impressed by might,
With little though for others, or what is right.
Ignoring they tried to push me out of the way
But I pushed time in one end of today.

Patiently I spur my horseless carriage on
Wondering if this time, I will see the dawn
Before I have to turn round and head on back
Or attempt to get off, and take another tack.
Suddenly I'm free and can move at my pace
Brooding cameras prevent the thought of race.
What heat there was is now a flowing breeze
And the clear road ahead only serves to tease.
None too soon, a leafy street comes into sight
Then I am home finally for a quiet night.



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Darkness

Eyes open wide seeing nought but darkness
Arms extend, grope out feeling emptiness.
Feel safe, taste its power, savour what's black
Harness what most people fear; nights attack.
Gloom's often shunned; it's a creation to be used
It is a place for loving, not for those confused
Where all senses are heightened, but all are blind.
Smell the air, gently touching, and you'll find
There is a new quality to love as you ascend,
As gradually the darkness becomes your friend.



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Earthy Thoughts

A falling star streaks above the Earth
The trail behind it heralding its death.
The scent so strong speaks of its decay
And smells of all that winter takes away.
The ending that started the beginning
Is merely Fate sat at a wheel spinning
A rising star awakes across the Earth
A sight of wonder as the day gives birth.
The scent of freshness and new born life
Gives man hope for freedom from strife.


Catch a Falling Star - Josephine Wall

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Fairground

The fairground that is life has many choices,
And equally speaking out, so many voices.
Do not laugh, do not sing, do not enjoy,
Those miserable bastards are not Gods envoy.
He says "Love thy neighbour, but not his wife"
That's a sure way he recons of causing strife
He says "Love thy neighbour, but not his Ass"
I could say something, but I won't be crass.
So on the fairground that is life, enjoy all you can.
And equally avoid criticism by a religious man.



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Fire of Love

I am the smith and our love is the fire
Kissing stirs the coals and makes the flames higher
There are times when the heat becomes white hot
What it heats is oft times placed in a tempering pot
This often causes me to heavily perspire
A love that always gives us all that we require
Even when tamped there is still that warm glow
That leaves a feeling others vainly seek to know
What we have, others work hard at to aspire
I am the smith and our love is the fire.


Fiery Dance - Vladimir Kush

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First Moon

When she said "Love" the first time
There was trembling in her words.
I wished, "If only time came and went
Spent forever with her in my arms.
Looking at the beauty of the moon,
Kissing for always those tasty lips.
This peace and wonderment attained
I feel connected through space and time.
It is made all the more wondrous
Because I'm sharing it with her.


Astronomer - Vladimir Kush

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Futility

My insomniac dreams are hollow
Like the unhappy winds that follow,
And the day is spent in a morass,
Of muddy minded students that pass
Not on merit, but on exercise
And reluctant drills on hardly wise.
Where is that glimmer and lively spark
That takes a student out of the dark
Placing the engineering gal or gent
Into the ranks of practical and intelligent.



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I am the Wind

I am the wind that whispers in the still of night,
Changing to the winter gale that hastens flight.
Making the rain dance softly against the window,
Freezing the earth and turning rain into snow.
Inducing horizontal ice arrows to nip and bite
That in the shelter of home causes skin to shine.
Gazing out you see the entity that is part of me,
Know that his conceit is only what I permit to be.
Living proof that man is subject to my will,
And that in time, he will have to pay the bill.


Spirit Flight - Josephine Wall

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In Brimbank Park

In Brimbank Park with its hues of green
Its hills and trees are a perfect scene.
On meeting we did not know that first time
That love would grow to be so sublime.
But as our love grew we did not mean
To cause others pain, or to demean.
We sat and talked on a bank of green
Sadly knowing what should have been
I touched your face, now no longer mine
And then we parted that final time.



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Kinaesthesia

See how rivers dance as starlight twinkles
Eve's wind gently waves the ranunculales
And clouds like dreams fly across the sky
Almost as if wishing the dying day goodbye.
Nights creatures emerge smiling at the night
And mother moon arises and spreads her light.
Then is the time when creatures stop and stare
They rule the heavens for all those who care.
Seeing the moon and stars for what they do
There lovers gaze and wish as one, not two.



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Kisses Sweeter Than Wine

She comes deliciously after wine
See her in peace, see her divine.
Laying there smiling in love I know
And all her beauty in that afterglow
I watch her sleep, see her content
Knowing that to me she's meant.
How brave to say that she is mine
I know she is tastier than any wine.
I am content to be part of her serenity
And of the afterglow created by she.


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Lei Viene Deliziosamente

She comes deliciously after wine
See her in peace, see her so divine.
Laying there smiling in love I know
And all her beauty in that afterglow
I watch her sleep, see her content
Knowing that to me she's meant.
How brave to say that she is mine
I know she is tastier than any wine.
I am content to be part of her serenity
And of the afterglow created by she.



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New Mates

If I tell you a secret will you tell me one,
Two secrets shared alone under the sun?
I promise not to tell, if you confide in me,
Whisper in my ear, let it drift out to sea.
Bare your heart and I'll bare my soul,
Let me love you from within, make us whole.
I'll sing you a song, I'll write you a sonnet
We'll lie on my bed and make love upon it.
Your head on my shoulder, true love will cling
My lips on your lips as our bodies now sing.


Centaur - Boris Vallejo

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Nae One Believes

A lad and a lassie fell in love at the fair
Strangers at first, but in time, sae much maire.
Och aye, and she was bonny and fair of face
And he was handsome and his pulse did race.
So they wed and bided in their house together
She blossomed maire than flowers wi the heather.
In time bore bairns blue of eye and red of hair
But fate had controlled how they had met unaware.
Misery was never a thing that they knew
With the years all they touched happiness grew.

No-one believes good things can happen
Take time out, believe, leave your minds open.
Happily, Jock and Jess would strongly deny
And state strongly, misery is a corporate lie.
He would lift his kilt and show his arse
To think that such stupid beliefs could pass.
But Jess, a lady with much more aplomb
Would call gently over to her nearest son.
With a smile designed to light up humanity
You realise good things are what should be.


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Olfactory Presence

The dog's been walked as the evening draws nigh
And I smell the sweet roses as I pass close by.
I've stopped for a while to sniff in the view,
There's Roses, Jacarandas and Lavender to.
The front of the house is where the day began
It was the first place to see and feel the sun.
Long shadows now cover the front of my place
As if it was now some kind of evening race.
Darker and darker and now my garden's hid,
But of the scent the night will never be rid.



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Palestinian Truth

The tears she sheds are more than any tide
This new widow, who was a brand new bride.
For what fate gives she sometimes takes away
This young widowed lass, was a bride today.
But some people do not think as free as we
With some faiths believe mixing cannot be.
So the innocent pledge to lover forever
Made evil men state, "this can't happen EVER"
So she sits there weeping on the beach
Realising true love for now is out of reach.

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Providence

I wonder was man not created in the womb?
See him emerging from the Stygian gloom.
That is his birthplace here on Earth each time
And the body is washed to remove the slime.
In time the eyes open and the vision clears
Beginning the time to rise and face all fears.
What happened to lessons previously learned
Why cannot they after the birth return?
Is this the plan of what life is meant to be,
I wonder is this what's meant by Destiny?



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Quest for Truth

Cover your eyes and really see things
Become aware what else it brings.
The wind blows rain across the window
Looking with the eyes your ears endow.
How empty a room without love there,
Feeling of touching someone who cares.
The silence of a warm summer night
Warmth of darkness, no need of light.
The fullness and warmth is what is meant
Mother Earth breathing, warm and content.



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Silent Woods

I cannot cry to release my sorrow
Instead I shrug and wait the morrow.
There is nought left now but memory
And what is that, but what used to be.
Death is no lonely stranger to me now
Nor one with whom friendships grow.
Life is now a careful measure that I allow
And only rarely let my true feelings show.
In my solitude I can relive lost dreams
In silent woods no-one hears screams.



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Unequalled Wisdom

The fairground that is life has many choices,
And equally speaking out, so many voices.
Do not laugh, do not sing, do not enjoy,
Those miserable bastards are not Gods envoy.
He says "Love thy neighbour, but not his wife"
That's a sure way he recons of causing strife
He says "Love thy neighbour, but not his Ass"
I could say something, but I won't be crass.
On the fairground that is life, enjoy all you can.
And equally avoid criticism by a religious man.



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Under Autumn Skies - For Syria

Under the early autumn half moon brought
Forth many promises but results are naught.
The ground is damp from assured treaty
Like a politicians kiss, just wet and empty.
The land's not angry with them, or their kin
And only seeks to release the pain within.
I want them to weep and release their pain
So that the world can all try to be one again.
But too much power will oppose the plan
And who will suffer in the end...just man.


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Unwanted Love

What memories of spring do I recall
Too few to sate my desires at all
Or perhaps regret, and ignore the liars,
Early spring is when love lights her fires.
New found life is the same everywhere
Experiment, experience, find then care
And then forget or perhaps regret it all
Because of pain, not tried new love at all.
Now comes unhappy and a wish to forget,
Next is summer and a time for regret



Anticol - Vladimir Kush

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Vernal Pledge

I hear birds making nests through inner walls,
Because the weather's cold with frequent squalls,
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,
A kind of promise for their home to keep,
And spring awaits the hatching of each brood,
My solemn vow in this vernal splenditude.



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Waders in Wellington

How apt the name of the "Long White Cloud".
How true the vision of Wellington
That before he had heard of these "Fair Isles"
He created footwear to travel thereon.
Inelegant black, built for function only and
Totally shunned by the fashion paragon.
But need must when the Devil drives
And sensible footwear helps one survive
Please take me back before much longer
To shorts, and sun, and open footwear.



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Yesterdays Dreams

As I watch a leaf whilst sat under a tree
The wind is causing it to dance with glee
Pirouetting in the air like a ballet dancer
Possessed by the wind who's a necromancer
Imagination given reign to a mystery
Yesterdays dreams seem to blow from me
Tomorrows like the leaf are still up in the air
And yet now I'm free, no longer do I care
No longer do I worry about uncertainty
As I watch a leaf whilst sat under a tree.



Construction Upstairs - Vladimir Kush

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Zilch Tonight

My words fall dead upon the floor,
Bugger 'em, they were useless, a bore.
Another syllable, statement, rhyme,
Destroyed by an overworked mind.
Another senseless act of blubberage,
Wreaked upon the English language.
It was lined up against a wall to kill
Then we all took aim and fired at will.
Another battalion of words stepped up,
Prepared for the impending stuff up.



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Divena Collins

Animal Land

Come now my little one hold tight my hand
For I'm going to take you to animal land
There's a big striped tiger and ocelot too
A large tusked elephant and a kangaroo
Monkey's and apes are there by the score
Huge game elks, along with a big black boar
Zebra's also with wide blackened stripe
Or maybe their black with stripes of white.
Camels with two larger bumps called humps
Maybe Dromedaries have one or two lumps.

Croc's and alligators with wide open jaws
Eagles and buzzards with sharpened claws
A wolf howls to a hyena your having a laugh
Can I join in too said the long neck giraffe
While Hippo the potymus bathes within mud
Submerges for his meal chewing the cud
Bellowing forth a great thundrous yawn
Frightening the deer and her bambi fawn.
A long way from their home is real bad news
Two crocodile's saved from croc skin shoes.

Ant eaters stretch a long snatching snout
Snakes bite venom so you better watch out
The king of the jungle he'll be there too
Don't stand too close or he may now eat you
Jumbo the elephant he might give you a ride
If you throw him a bun when jaws open wide
Ignore a shy ostrich his head buried deep
He's had a busy day and he's fallen asleep
Come now my little one hold tight my hand
Were gonna have fun here in animal land.



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Artemis Goddess/Dryad

Long evening shadow's are scented of musk
As the Goddess Artemis descends at dusk
Amidst a sunset that stands out so bold
Shading earths carpet with red and gold
Goddess of chastity and dryad of the wise
Who hypnotises all within spell bound eyes
Such the extremes of her mystical calm
Within her touch of earths enticing balm
Goddess of the ancient derived from lore
A Dryad from the woodlands earthen floor.



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Bardic Treasure

I treasure forever an old book of rhyme
That bades me pleasures within my time
This book of verse that I treasure much
Tho' so olde and fragile I barely touch.
I praise the bard who owned this before
That fingered the pages to peruse of lore
Was it he or she that composed the prose
Or was it centuries ago and nobody knows
Of an old bard of whom ancient epics told
Upon yellowing leaves enfringed with gold.



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The Bees Knees

Pretty was the maiden with tresses of gold
Who dwelt in the magical woodland of old
And slumbered `neath the forestry trees
Oblivious to the buzz of the bumble bees
She never knew they were building a nest
A hive with honey that was to be the best
For they plaited and coiled her golden hair
And fashioned a beehive that all can share
The cosiest nest to be theirs then forever
Proud of the plans that had been so clever.

What would they do if the maiden awakens
Finding her tresses of gold had been taken
What of the honey within the hexagon mould
Mayhaps she wont mind if the truth be told
Why ever does she need a crowning glory
In years to come fashions will be history
Bees shall always be there to make honey
Maybe she will laugh and think its funny
That simple bees as ingenious such as us
Shall surprise all with as little as a buzz.



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Bird Without Wings

No words can ever express the hurt and pain
Nor shall a song make everything right again
Comfort can never console a bird that sings
Sadness and sorrow within his broken wings
Wild the wind that broke his flight in two
Yesterday his feelings were as good as new
Today he was injured by a thing called sport
As he tumbled down from his tree top fort
What heartless cruelty wrenched them apart
When they left his mate with a broken heart.



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Blissful Love

Oh how she dreamt what was meant to be
Amidst country walks she had taken with he
Such was the passion that dwelt deep within
How could his tenderness be classed as sin
Why when they both had feelings the same
Had wicked tongues accused them of shame
For hurt and pain shall not wrench them apart
Love shall prove strong within a lovers heart
The warmth from the sun and his tender kiss
Shall release loves passion within utter bliss.



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Blissful Silence

She hides all alone behind the screen
In the hope that she will not be seen
Not a thing she has got to do or say
Shall hinder where she needs to stay
Hidden behind her imaginary wall
She shall not heed a beckoned call
Companionship is never her choice
Such boredom to hear another voice
Blissful silence within this thought
Is something that cannot be bought.



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Born Free

Deep in the womb of a wolfs lair
Hidden from man who has no care
But if only their hearts could see
Her cubs were born to be free
Oh if only they could understand
Never to persecute them from land
Devoid of their rights to survive
They have every reason to thrive
To return once more what was taken
For a future generation to awaken.



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Celtic Warrior

He played his pipes on the rugged highlands
Sporting tartan plaid within natures hands
But fierce upon the bracken cauld winds blew
And blew his plaid awa wi' his pride askew
Doon in the glen thee kirks hymnals played
Sweet choral hymn sung a bonnie Scots maid
There wisnae a bush O' purple heather tae hide
For this Scotsman had forever kept his pride
But pride gang aft agley as she peeked in awe
Wild the winds that blew his tartan plaid awa.

A man's a man for awe that no matter what
Whits maire his pride may be all he hae got
Nae in his mind to be as a timerous moose
There is nae shame tae let his feelings loose
Wisnae he the wan who once tossed cabers
O'er scottish waters tae his Irish neighbours
While lassies were singing hymns in thee kirk
And hides their pretty faces behind a smirk
One day soon they will suffer the winds call
Then they shall ken pride goeth before a fall .



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Country Mouse (Variant)

Small I am more frightened than most I live in a hole in a field
But when the farmer ploughs it up I am much too much revealed
Decided I would take to the roads and hitched a truck for a ride
For there would be rich pickings much more than the countryside
The truck had stopped I jumped off near busy high street shops
A great big bus near squashed me flat so I scuttles runs and hops
I hunted around to find me a home to recover myself from shock
And I found a dustbin with a lid plus food that was fully stock'd
I couldn't of found a better 'des res' all things here I may need
Slept in an empty tin of baked beans my tummy overfull with greed.

But in the dead of night I was wakened, company visited my flat
I had found myself face to face with a great big fat black cat
So I jumps and scuttles and hops,and ran like the wind to escape
Close by in a store I settled down but that was my huge mistake
It was a tea shop with gentle folk and I hid in a ladies hand purse
But when she went to pay her bill, she screamed and I did curse
The owner of the shop gave chase with a cleaver as big as a house
Why cant people be more kindly for I'm only a terrified mouse
So home I went back to the fields to the country home that I love
Never again shall I roam far away Cities and towns they can 'shove'.



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Devil Woman

Black the sun has burned the sky
While deep in purgotary shall go I
In a dark abyss of wanton shame
The moon shall never be the same
Live to die within smouldering arms
Cannot escape those evil charms
Defense is low but hot with desire
Deep in the heat of a burning fire
A temptress of the darkened night
I shall dance with the devil tonight.

Unto this demon of wilful corrupt
Red hot ashes of sin shall erupt
Wild are the passions of fiery lust
Ashes are ashes as dust is to dust
Red is the fire that burns within hell
There is no return from an evil spell
Nor shall hot passion kindle the fire
I surrender completely with desire
A temptress of the darkened night
I shall dance with the devil tonight.


Devil Woman - Boris Vallejo

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Gift of Love

What I felt inside was sweet and rare
Of feelings that I had longed to share
My dreams were never to be denied
Frustration was so impossible to hide
Within fantasies I had felt his touch
I knew then I had loved him so much
Love was a passion my heart created
Thro' veils of illusion love had elated
'Twas he awakened fantasies creation
Creating the contours of imagination.

Then it happened and I knew it was right
He came to me in my dreams that night
Of life, form, spirit heart and of soul
I lay in his arms as he made me whole
Their was no restraint nor imagination
He touched my senses with loves elation
And whispered of love I had never known
That only his passions of love had shown
What I felt inside was sweet and rare
Of feelings that I had longed to share.



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Golden Dreams

When the suns rays upon corn fields glows
And dew drops fade upon the wild briar rose
As soft as the warmth of a true lovers kiss
Dream of his arms around me in utter bliss
Within fantasy I feel his touch upon my skin
Oh what ecstasy that flows so deep within
A burning desire of natures wanton scene
Much stonger now, more than it has been
A voice within a breeze whispers I love you
With all my heart, 'tis I who loves him true.



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Forever Lasting

I recall the time when just you and me
Kissed neath the shade of willow tree
We were so young then and mystified
Within our spiritual spell ne-er denied
What pleasure gained from each kiss
Just being close together meant bliss
The soft gentle touch of a lovers hand
Was all that we both could understand
This love we had we could not disguise
It was ever revealed within the eyes.

Years went by when a spell was casting
This was a love meant for everlasting
That shall never suffer a broken heart
Forever together shall not drift apart
Time after time lovers shall be proven
That spiritual hearts remain as woven
It is the closest that we ever shall get
An experience that we shall not forget
One day it is soon we may return again
Upon a spiritual trip down memory lane.


Tree Lovers. Fairy Art - Liza Paizis.

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I who Hath Failed

If I shalt not sin within the masters eyes
Let it be that I slumber within paradise
When all of my life shall be over and past
Through the past may my fortune be cast
If I return on this planet once more
Shall it be the master may close the door
Should I pass the golden door to my fate
Or go back to face reality much too late
An unsafe future my superiors once said
Mayhaps I should close my eyes instead.



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Kingdom of Bards

Mystical mists shroud the mountains
O'er rainbow`s of crystal fountains
Tumbling forth to the clear blue lake
Melodious music the falls doth make
Within a celtic Kingdom of the bards
Sunlight streams the forest in shards
That filters through the shaded glade
As the evening shadows begin to fade
Awakening earth unto a magical scene
That remains forever still and serene.

Refrains of music from an ancient lore
Haunting the Kingdom as it did before
Pipes and harps bearing strains of old
Within songs and lyrics of bards untold
Here was the legend of myths and song
Where songs of celts and bards belong
Within mystic tales that dwells so deep
That of past poets the future shall keep
'Twas the start of the future inovation
For theirs was the Kingdom of creation.



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Lady Orchard

Pretty her blossom that blooms in may
Promising nectar for the bees this day
So plentiful her fruits upon the bough
As her natural harvest ripens through
Nurtured saplings that grow and thrive
Fruits of the seasons shall then survive
Her tiny seedlings that nestle as one
Wherever their roots had first begun
For every season she had introduced.
The earthly wonders she reproduced.

Autumn season had sheds her leaves
Resting beneath the orchards eaves
Fruits hath wither`d neath the ground
Scattered seedlings once more abound
Wither`d boughs that prosper no more
If only to nurture the orchards floor
Silent she rests within winds and snow
For this was the rhythm of winters flow
Awaiting yet again for a breath of spring
With return of migrating birds that sing.


Tree Lady - Valerie Lynn

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Lord Franklin's Expedition

Oh gallant ship upon the seas that raised thy billowed sails,
And all that glory was to be through stormy wind prevails;
Thou sailed against the gales`twas a doomed exploration
Fatal from the start ne-er docked the charted location
Amidst the seas crustaceans doomed to the oceans floor
And all that was salvaged they shalt never sail no more
A ghost ship of the deep. remains lost to the frozen pole
When fated ships sink fast the ocean retrieves their soul
But destiny ended at a loss when the melted ice withdrew
His ship was never found and nothing remains of his crew.



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Natures Release

Towns and cities from an old country lane
What shall the country folk forever regain
When there is no more trees in the forest
Nowhere a tawny owl may build her nest
With only so many places so wild and free
All there is left are the waves of the sea
But it may be again this planet shall spin
It shall be wild life not humans that win
Times shall then change with no pretence
When it is the owl who outwits defense.


Art by Vladimir Kush

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Natures Study

A dew drop slowly trickled down a leaf
Such a simple act nature doth bequeath
I gazed hazily observing that final drip
Finally making its way `twards the tip
Followed by another slow within a vein
Of the exact path that followed the rain
Such was a rhythmic stream of moisture
That simplifies this curiosity of nature
Enhancing the dawnings wondrous scene
That displayed images I had never seen



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Old Man Crocket

Towns and cities from an old country lane
What shall the country folk forever regain
When there is no more trees in the forest
Nowhere a tawny owl may build her nest
With only so many places so wild and free
All there is left are the waves of the sea
But it may be again this planet shall spin
It shall be wild life not humans that win
Times shall then change with no pretence
When it is the owl who outwits defense.



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Perfect Harmony

We stood by the lake that autumn night
As darkness gave way to the moons light
It was then that we felt a peaceful calm
Within a gentle breeze of aromatic balm
I remember the vows we made just then
That we shall return here some day when
Serenity shall be within all loves dreams
The pleasure of love is all that it seems
A time in our lives we shall never regret
When a peaceful calm within lovers met.



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Poetic Curse

Several scraps of paper strewn upon a floor
Muse has gone and left me like it did before
No matter how hard I try its just not fair
My words are at a loss and I cannot share
May it be my brain that has gone to seed
But why now when I am in desperate need
Sentences of rhyme keep going thro' my mind
But none are the right words I need to find
Blessed the poetic stance that finds a plan
For they shall do better than I sure can.



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The Real Story

A mixture of words I know not what
That spake of the knight Sir Lancelot
Twas in the ancient days of folklore
Such a hero was he need I say more
At the very point of King Arthurs knife
He took a shine to King Arthurs wife
As he rode with her astride his steed
He knew then `twas her he did need
King Arthur pleaded behind her back
He suffered much of yakketty yak.

Silent it was upon the eve she went
The perfect peace was heaven sent
Galloping forth unto the moonlight
Never stops talking most of the night
Polite he was to his own disgression
Did not need a life time possession
Knowing full well she`d have to go back
Golden silence her words shall not lack
He vowed it was his greatest mistake
So swopped her for a lady in the lake.



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Red Tears of Gold

Freyja, Norse Goddess of beauty and Grace
Like Aphrodite the Greek born to embrace
Renowned for her power and magical balm
A Goddess of love with submissable charm
Her lovers were chosen on beckoned call
For lust and enticement bewitching to all
Luring and tempting with her beautiful face
And her body veiled beneath cobweb lace
So alone was Freyja with heartache untold
She was said to have wept red tears of gold.

Two fine daughters from wedlock she bore
Her husband Oar, had abandoned their shore
With repitition of a mothers beauty gains
As viking blood passes through their veins
Soaring heavenly realms where she travels
Whilst her spirits of after life still unravel
Amidst the resting souls of warriors bold
Harnessed by cats was her chariot of old
So alone was Freyja with heartache untold
She was said to have wept red tears of gold.



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Spirits of the Lake

So gentle their soft caresses by the lake
Within each others arms they both partake
He was to be her King and she his Queen
Within their fantasy of dreams so serene
Lost forever within their golden thought
A destiny that touched both hearts sought
Their whispers of love so softly spoken
Deep within entrancement love unbroken
Their spirits rose to meet desirous needs
Arising from the lake through the reeds.



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Temptress

She the prowess of the forest sage
Had been locked within earths cage
Her temptation of a fiesty warning
From the darkness unto the morning
She enticed her lovers deep within
Deep within a soul that knows no sin
Hypnotic eyes that glow in the night
With her spiritual powers of insight
That lures her lovers unto their fate
And finally spreads her web of bait.


Art By Liza Paizis.

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Tree Spirit

Oh spirit of the tree come hear me
Withered boughs yearn to be free
Of aged strength yet strong in mind
Great sadness that of sorrow you find
Within sap of a deeply grooved girth
You cannot show pain nor that of mirth
Yet stand defiant against man and war
Survival in what you were striving for
Stand proud as you have done before
Of fibrous roots upon an earthen floor.



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Winds of Change

So softly the winds of change blow
Giving natural harmony an inner glow
With meditation of mind and of soul
That nurtures deeply within as whole
Calming peace that enters the mind
As pressure of the inner self unwind
At one with nature rhythm created
Of the earth sky and waters related
An inner depth within a future time
Chants of mantra that flow in rhyme.



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Wind That Shook Thee Barley

It be thee wind that shook thee barley O'
How was thee simpler farm hands to know
When tiny seeds done sprouted and grew
High up in the clouds thee gusty wind blew
Bending thee stalks like a bough on a tree
There shalt be not a brew for thay nor thee
When thee sowing season be over and done
There be not much coffers for all and one
That all be spent at thee oldeTavern Inn
Upon ale and wagers thay never shalt win.



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Youth Awakening

Shall it be a practise the eve before
She never danced on a ballroom floor
Never within a gown of satin and lace
That yields to an orchestra with grace
But this was to be her very first ball
When a fine gentleman came to call
He was all in her dreams come true
And feelings towards him were new
Was it this that they called romance
That leads her forth to a merry dance

How she danced within imagination
Her heart beats from joyous elation
Such were images within her dreams
Awakened senses forever it seems
For this love and affection she had
Was never to be thought of as bad
This was a time that her life unfurl`d
From adolescence to womans world
But how her steps once had faltered
And how her life of love had altered.



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Lorainne Dafney

Little Things

Before me colors that please my eyes,
as I watch the gentle butterflies.
Do not laugh at the poor and meek,
instead guide them towards what they should seek.
Find happiness in all that you do
and make it more contagious from you.
Don't forget, there are children that need
to be loved and be taught how to read.
Love every minute of your life here-
keep your treasures from memories dear.

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Jem Farmer

Hummingbird's Orchard

The tantalizing bloom, her beauty rare,
That tempts the hummingbird to stop and stare,
With glist'ning desire upon her lips blush,
To bring a shady red in wanton flush.
Like hungered hearts the two at last combine,
In this, the place, that love and lust entwine.
Dark promises of more to come and yet
For now in pleasure their needs are met.
Oh sweet, the pink orchid that teases me,
Her hummingbird to set her passion free.



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The Mystery

I look in her eyes and feel the fires burn,
Such passion is not a fleeting sojourn.
I feel her heart beat tugging upon mine,
As in her kiss I taste the sweetest wine.
My tongue longs to linger upon her lip,
While gently teasing as her senses slip,
Before the lingual dance in rhythmic need,
Unspoken words and our desire is freed.
Just feelings speak in enigma's abyss,
Then shared in the mystery of a kiss.



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Mystical Mountains

This peaceful place is where two worlds entwine,
Each rocky crag a simple hallowed shrine.
So high above the seas amid the clouds,
With gentle misty spirals as white shrouds.
Old mountain peaks from molten earth below
As the sun sets begin to burn and glow,
Until the lady's kiss of silver light,
Reveals their beauty unto the dark of night.
'Tis here I sit to hear a goddess speak,
In magic words of destiny's mystique.



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Setting Sun

I saw your face above me tonight,
The setting sun catching your hair, just right.
The curve of lips became my wondrous sky,
Your breath the breeze as I whispered a sigh.
My fingers teased tousled hair from your face,
As your lips put mine in their rightful place.
I felt you arouse me beyond my dreams
Our love flowing in tempestuous streams
And all I could see was your eyes, so wild,
As your kiss released my heart, long exiled.



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Soul of a Raven

O Raven perched atop the willow tree,
A guardian of all that he can see.
His grating call to summon the twilight,
And brings us safely to our rest tonight.
O Raven soaring on your wings of black,
Always onward and never looking back.
Carrion hunter searching through the sky,
He takes my soul to where're he doth fly.
It is the world of Man that holds me down,
Yet my soul is graced with his mantled gown.



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Spirit of a Child

She's walking the streets, alone again,
Her broken heart has known nothing but pain.
She cannot feel the falling rain or sun,
Unwanted child, she has no place to run.
A wandering soul alone in the dark,
She hides in the trees of an empty park.
Just watching children leave the way they came,
When their mother gently calls out their name.
And no one comes to take her safely home,
So once again through the night she must roam.

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War Crime

Echoes of bullets and old bombs invade,
So long forgotten by those on parade.
Their hopes and dreams lie shattered, caked in blood,
Unsung, our heroes left to die in mud.
Old news repeats another love has gone,
And somehow the family must carry on.
His staring eyes never saw his child grow,
The hell inside is all his heart can know.
This, the gratitude of his homeland,
And here he dies with none to hold his hand!



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Bruce Henderson

The Flower

The waking flower in the morning Sun
forgets the shuteyed night it left behind
Whatever terror crept along its stem
is washed away with morning's cleansing dew
It has no need for shadowed symmetry
to see the world in punctual relief
What aspiration need a flower crave
when dreams are pollinated from the sky
It merely opens up its trusting eyes
and soaks up all the beauty of the light

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Iris K

Forecast

I laced my shoes at half past 2
and scanned the cloudless arching blue
I found no trace or hint of ill
just calm and hot, the wind was still.
The sun was bright, I battened hatches
I gathered toys and checked the latches;
secured the plants and wicker chairs,
umbrellas, cats and shoes in pairs.
I eyed the sky again in doubt
but better safe and wait it out.

The day marched on with little shift
except the wind began to lift.
The dancing leaves and swaying trees
were whispers of my own unease.
As sun went down, no storm arose,
no hail to damage garden rows.
But gathering along with night
were heavy clouds- a daunting sight.
A few light drops began to fall
but dwindled down to none at all.

So yet again, it passed us by
again it waned and left us dry.
We snuggled into bed at last
all thoughts of rain and storm had passed.
But rumbling low and far away
the thunder had begun to play.
It shook the ground and brought the rain
that dumped on us like a broken main.
It's now moved on and all is still
though brief and late, it's still a thrill.

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Maureen Moonchild

Beyond Doubt

Seasons keep changing in this corner's view,
Coloring emotions that help guide one through.
There's the negative that fosters from dreamless desires.
And the insight that flowers as each morning transpires.
There's the rose that has dried but reminds me of then
When fantasy "became" and reached out once again
To the warmth of soft meanings, where the want was in hold.
It was there in the silence, where the message was told:
That tomorrow is always and the never fades out,
Leaving hope in this corner, in a world beyond doubt.

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Peggy Nelson

Ghost Train

The ghost train is wanting down yonder road
Reaching out and taking Peke away from pains hold
No need to pack Peke earthly material items,
the Gods are more precious and loving than them
Last look at destruction. unearthly decaying
Last chance to see what ignorance is revealing
Peke you've done your best and give it your all
Your trust, your thoughts out weigh hells law
The last Ghost train ride; heaven bound Peke searched each day
Hop on board you've earned your ticket; out of hell today.


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Magical

I went to the carnival with magical mirrors
Oh, so dark and spooky; no ones inside here?
I followed the glowing white thin line in fear
Here's the story of the Magical Mirrors;
I finally reached the first shining glass.
I took a peek and I looked quit unique
I took off my red dress, looking fine and sleek
I heard a voice whisper wow...fine tight Arse
I was smiling and grinning I looked real great
I was praying the next mirror would tell me more.

Part 2

I left completely exposed, where was loving mate?
I ran to the next mirror wide eyed hoping to score
Seeing the image of the body of me
Geesh, what a mess I didn't want to see
What happened to my body, now covered in fat
sagging boobs and cottage cheese legs fat, fat, fat!
bowing head to the floor, I read the message. last mirror ahead,
it will lift you spirits and leave you totally thankful for who you are
Quickly I moved to the Last mirror for God was there to admire
He sighed; Ah! your soul is the treasure and pleasure desire.

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Well I'll Be Dammed

I've grown old and thoughts are dammed
My mind's a bitter stagnant jammed up dam
In younger years thoughts rush and flow
With laughter, joys and most of all loves glow
Will I ever be free from the tugging, lingering sore
And peacefully rest in the arms of love once more?
Stuck and frozen in pains grasping clutch
From winters painful and bitter touch
Once fiercely fighting the bitter dams flurry
To weak I've lost the battle, death's the only cure!

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Dark Raven

Little Things

The rivers are dry without rain
No water to ease thirsty pain
Dry sandy beds echo the past
There's nothing left, it went so fast
When we put desire before need
Sating only the human greed
Ignoring the warnings made clear
Heeding nowt refusing to hear
So, blind we believed all was well
Indeed, this is the road to hell.

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Leny Roovers


Listening

Slowly my mind takes to the reins
and gets attuned to inner song;
thy gentle touch took off old chains-
I'll freely find where I belong.
My inner light is beckoning,
reflects thy wisdom from beyond;
and in the hour of reckoning,
my heart shall willingly respond.
Until my soul joins in thy light,
I fill my days with serene plight.

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Love and laughter

You smile your secret smile at me
from eyes aglow with love fulfilled.
We sigh and touch- soft, languidly,
our energy in passion spilled.
Your body is well-known and dear,
I revel in your muscled hold;
we're partners, but one thing is clear,
in bed I do as I am told...
Or so you like to think, my sweet...
beneath warm skin I kiss love's beat.

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My silent lake

I dive into my silent lake,
her waters heal, remove all ache.
My body may be tired or weak,
in her I rest, find all I seek.
With her soft ripples she enfolds
my busy mind, till peace unfolds.
Her open arms will take me in,
she is my home, my inner skin.
Born from her substance, I'll accept
her patient Love, in freedom kept.

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Pigeons and Doves

As heavens bleed their crystalled blood,
the earth below turns into mud.
In spreading pools upon grey stone,
we're called by angels to atone.
A flock of pigeons just flew down
and huddle close, in pear-tree's crown.
Embodied as a harmless dove,
they bring a message from above-
should angels stop to cry clear floods,
our trees no longer could grow buds.

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Spring

Against high, azure skies, trees dance
with tossing heads, they sway and prance.
Their green-clad arms reach for the sun,
now finally spring has begun.
Above the chorus-line of trees,
white gulls soar on air's upward streams;
they pull my heart, extract my dreams-
I raise my face to catch love's breeze.
Still higher billow clouds' white sails,
while in their wake, more blue unveils.


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Spring garden

White blossoms on my pear trees' arms,
unfold soft petals, show off charms.
Amidst dry twigs of last year's fall,
the blackbirds search for worms, still small.
While on the fence, my neighbour's cat
thinks of her dinner, ears drawn flat.
She takes a giant leap below-
the birds have flown, she was too slow.
High in the apple-tree they sing
a serenade, to welcome spring.

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Tenderness

Your voice sends thrills along my spine,
my heartstrings echo in accord;
our bodies that so well combine,
weave harmony on love's own chord.
My fingertips travel your skin
and linger on each cherished spot,
I kiss the black dust on your chin,
in which now specks of grey are caught.
Life drew new lines into your face-
they disappear, when we embrace.

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Watching

With winged out knees and heels aligned,
I watch thought-clouds drift through my mind.
Each breath is born above my womb,
it travels upward, comes to bloom.
As prãna flows through chakras' line,
new strands of colour swift entwine
till in my body's inner room
pure cloth is woven on light's loom.
Pulsating patterns grow and shine
as silence deepens in my shrine.

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Dinah Serritelli

Sonnetina Due

I must admit I had no bloody clue,
About this challenge Sonnetina Due.
Couplets it says Well! That seems just fine,
So rambling on I write line after line.
I am by nature a bit long on wind,
Did not know by line count I would be pinned.
A little frustrating to say the least,
To try and harness this broody old beast.
Five couplets equal a line count of ten,
My first and my last…won't do it again.

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The Need

My man and I settled for life in the West,
To become farmers we were slightly obsessed.
Built a house that sat solid side of a hill
Made friends, have a community if you will.
We keep some pigs, chickens, horses, even goats,
We grow beans, corn, potatoes, wheat and some oats.
There in the back behind a wall made of stone
Is the reason we never stray far from home.
Two little graves for our daughter and our son,
Lost to a fever in eighteen ninety one.

2

I could bring forth no more lonesome was our plight,
When the children died we seemed to lose our light.
In church the pastor spoke 'bout an Orphan Train
Thus we went to meet it in the pouring rain.
We were looking for a child to call our own
We sought smiles and laughter for our childless home.
My man wanted for help with chores, a strong boy,
I just wanted a child to give us some joy.
I saw me a boy, puny, just around ten,
In his tired arms, a girl babe, his to defend.

3

'I ain't going nowhere without Hannah May,
If you wants me, then, as well, she'll have to stay.'
I tugged at Hugh's sleeve, my eyes just filled with tears,
'These here are our children to love through the years.
I won't leave here, leaving these children behind,'
He looked at me like I was mad, lost my mind.
I'd made up my mind, that's all there was too it,
He just sighed no noise from his lips did emit.
It's been nigh on twenty years, our children grown,
They made this sad house a most happy home.
The best thing we ever did, my Hugh and me,
Was to add these children to our family tree.

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