2019 Poetry Form Challenge

03 Goethe Stanza

A very different poetry form than most poets are used to, is the Goethe Stanza. With this one each stanza comprises of a single line, a couplet and a single line. Each single line rhymes with a line from the couplet, one starting and one completing the stanza. Here is the suggested pattern, there is no set meter:

x x x x x x x a

x x x x x x x b
x x x x x x x a

x x x x x x x b

Here is an example by Goethe:

The Goldsmith's Apprentice

My neighbour, none can e'er deny,

Is a most beauteous maid;
Her shop is ever in mine eye,

When working at my trade.

To ring and chain I hammer then

The wire of gold assay'd,
And think the while: "For Kate, oh when

Will such a ring be made?"

* The rest of this poem *.

03 Goethe Stanza Challenge Replies

Maryse Achong

Always Say Goobye
Bridging the Gap
Shake Up
Simply Put

Kathy Anderson

I Saw Your Heart
Lost Dove
Under Cover

Terry Clitheroe

Autumn (Soon enough)
Deam On
Foolish Dreams
Hold My Hand
Nature's Rules
Presence In My Mind
Questions of Love
This Bitter Earth
Vernal Pledge
X as in Kiss
Your Scent
Zilch Tonight

Divena Collins

Accentuated Speech
And Time Began
Electric Storm
Going Going
Littel Sparrow
Mother Natures Daughter
Of Fantasy
Of Pomeii
Pledged Within Oath
Rebirth of Love
Scent of Love
Scraggy Old Crow
Star of Dawn
Stature Rights
Virtuous Dreams
Weep Not of Love

Lorainne Dafney

We'll See

Teagan De Danaan

Celestial Thoughts
Eco Friendly
For The Birds
Life's Bridges
Long Overdue
Man in the Grey Suit
No Choice
Somewhere In Time
Unequal Torment
You have built a bridge

Jez Farmer

Another Name
Hard Labour
Mindful Observation
Two Paths

Kevin McKinney

Diet of Worms
Novices No More

Peggy Nelson

Briges In Life
Evil Flowers
Flower Power
So Many Briges
Summertime Blues

Leny Roovers

Golden Edges

Sasha Walker

We'll See

Maryse Achong

Always Say Goodbye

Though I've no doubt he loved me true,

'Twas not enough to make him stay
To bid me a final 'adieu,'

When he left on that fateful day.

So now each time a loved one goes

I always make sure that I say
A fond farewell, one never knows

If one of us will go away.

We may not have the chance again

To say 'goodbye' or to convey
Our sentiments; and I'll not feign

That such a thing can heavy weigh.

When I lie dying or you're dead,
'Twould be to my utter dismay
To realize I had not said

"Be well, God bless, go on your way."


Bridging the Gap

I wish there was a bridge 'twixt earth and sky

One that I could journey across at will,
I'd be a 'frequent traveller," no lie,

How many fantasies that would fulfill.

And if they wanted to control the flow

Between both worlds, they could impose a fee,
Or grant permits, that would be apropos;

I'd welcome either way quite happily.

I'd want to visit heaven that's for sure,

Because I have so many loved ones there
And maybe they could take me on a tour,

Though that might make me want to stay, I swear.

I would like a 'close up' view of the sun,

And to witness the moon come out at night,
To walk amongst the stars would be such fun,

(Just think of all the poetry I'd write!)

Until that day I'll just sit here and think

About the bridge I know I'll cross one day,
One moment I'll be here, then in the blink

Of an eye I'll be fin'lly on my way!



An earthquake just now gave us a good shake,

It has left us unsettled, nervous too,
I probably won't sleep, will stay awake...

Almost like waiting for the other shoe...

It scared the pups, they were both half asleep,

But there is no doubt in my mind they knew
Something was wrong, for they stopped counting sheep,
Began to bark, caused a hullabaloo.

It is still now, too still if you ask me,

But I must make the effort to subdue
My fears, and trust that everything will be

All right; there's nothing more that I can do.


Simply Put

I know that He will take me all the way,

Accompanying me through good and bad,
From darkest night into the brightest day;

No more constant Friend have I ever had.

I trust my Faith will withstand every test

No matter how difficult it may be,
And even when my mind wants to protest,

I know that He'll be standing right by me.

And if some day my world is torn apart,

If arrows pierce me to my very core,
Let Hope take its place firmly in my heart,

And soothe me 'til I don't hurt anymore.

But if I can't Love this is all for naught,

This watchword by which every man should live,
Not something to be borrowed, lent or bought.

How can we want to get if we won't give?

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Kathy Anderson


At night my mind grows tired and weak

Hardly able to link together thoughts at all
Shrinking away from realities that seek

To destroy with bitterness and gall.

At night, before midnight dreams come

I wish to possess control and extol
The ideas from daylight musings I've won

By virtue of poetic arts that for inspirations do roll.

At night there is no goddess to amuse

With themes of love, friendship or nature
For she slumbers with the gods, no use

To the empty lighthouse, where storms it must endure


Mornings are not the like before,

When we were young and carefree
No aches or pains wracked us to the core,

Only graceful liquid movement were out bodies.

When you see the sun it hurts your eyes,

The glasses you wear cause much more glare,
People don't see us the same, too, hard as we try

Sight fails to lift our heavy veil of cares.

Sunsets bring only more concern,

Worries amplified in the dark of nights,
Will we even be here to discern

To make the most of Gods gift of another dawning light?



Fear leads you to the dark side

Comes to the choice of whether
Too stay inside and abide

Peaceful solitude or stormy weather.

Darkness leads you to a bad place,

Chaos follows and gives nothing
But pain and sorrows to face,

Light not showing the way you're going.

Freedoms lead you where you desire,

Choices made can't be unmade,
Toss your coin into the fire,

Either way you'll make a trade.


I Saw Your Heart

I saw the flower of your heart

Across the bridge, the bridge of the sea
Where mermaids sing of oceans art

And love was just one part to see.

I saw the Waratah tree blooming

So red and sweet the birds all flocked
Across the bridge where you were crooning

The fairest love song that came to my dock.

I saw from afar that your heart was great,

No need to stay on my side of earth,
Instead I laughed at lonelier fates,

Knew then I'd cross over to find eternal mirth.


Lost Dove

I had a thought my mouth wouldn't tell,

This heart holds a hand in times
Too desperate drear and so it swelled,

It burst the bonds of earth to climb.

I had a heart upon a mountains crown

That fell so far from grace of love
Time alone couldn't erase it's frown

So it came to rest without its dove.



Trusting in the suns fading light

To wane this insectoid en masse
Precipitation of blood feast blights

Worse than armies of undead wights who pass

Shadow lords know safety of nights shade

Whereas day dwellers must await moon
rise for peaceful fires made

Round which spirits find boons.


Under Cover

on the beach today

clouds cover prayers
said to Gabriel's ear for ways

to set straight these affairs

of heart and soul

bursting to express
the beauty of a shoal

though voice is a mess

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Terry Clitheroe

Autumn (Soon enough)

I always love the early autumn

With dying leaves of Gold and Brown
The fallen leaves upon the lawn

A crinkled patchwork eiderdown.

So on life goes ad infinitum

A time of rest for all that's grown
To Earth a time of sleep has come

Is wearing now a drab nightgown

Some beasts also prepare their home

Gathering what summer has grown
Soon they'll sleep instead of roam

With the dead leaves now a throne.

The day still warm the nights now cold

A pleasant time where life can relax
Indeed a place of memories to behold,

Looking forward always to go back.


Dream On

There is a fantasy bridge I see in my mind

Across a deep cut stream way down below
On each side are plants of a different kind

On one they are alive with the solar glow.

On the other the jungle has had too much sway

And life is choked, and unable to spread.
There nothing can grow from day to day

Looking even deeper some appears to be dead.

On the island everything is looking verdant

But man has not moved there save a few
And they have enough sense never to flaunt.

A low profile means no inquisitive crew


Foolish Dreams

Slave to his temporal sight

The mad fool dreams once more
Far into the late, late night

He steps through that phantom door.

Wings spread in his desperate plight

The mad fool dreams once more
Soaring heavenwards to the light

Airborne through the lands of yore.

Flying forth with all his might

The mad fool dreams once more
Reaching Heaven as some fool might

Past all the sane that went before.



It is now that special time of night

The muse has me and taken o'er control.
The mood is softened by wine and light

There is no time or need to think at all.

She reminds me of the past and loves lost

And at last a love that makes me whole
Knowing thus, gladly will I meet the cost

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
There is just one final act I have to do

Enough of life today I have viewed

My last thought "I love you" I have to say

But you're not there it's impossible it seems
My eyes are ready to close it's the end of day

I smile knowing that you're in my dreams.


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,

Then seen sunshine turn to dullest day,
And rain clouds replace a sky of clearest blue

And watched the best part carried away?

No hope or prayer can ever ease that pain

Until then only patience is your saving grace
Or speed up time should they return again.

Awaiting the time that you'll see the face

Looking to when I see you walk my way

That'll tear the gloom from my leaded heart
Brightening the sun on any clouded day

And with you living once again can start.


Nature's Rules

We all travel through life like wagon trains

Leaving our tracks where we go on the grass
Like wagon wheels on fresh virgin plains

Making our presence in life felt as we pass

Or perhaps footprints in the fresh beach sand

Where in time the tide will wash away our trail.
We sow our seed and they grow as planned

But beating nature by growing on a larger scale

The once lush fields once again become dirt.

And so, the seasons come and go, as do we
In the depth of winter there is another desert

Nature has decreed it so and we must agree

For a while some men ignore what is true

And capitalise on what they have thieved
But eventually they all will learn and rue

Remembering that balance must be achieved.


Presence In My Mind

You have become a presence in my mind.

I do not like it, for my mind is no longer free
My thoughts once controlled and simple kind

And waking thoughts are taken up with thee.

Wandering off into space and leave me blind

And thinking of things that could perhaps be
The way our souls around each other wind

Of the future, love and especially you and me.

In my mind's eye I can see you everywhere

Each waking moment of my time is bought
Thinking about someone for whom I care

It's so natural for you to invade my thoughts.

All this I have obtained for such a simple fee

For all this, thy love and more what is the toll,
With someone to share my life with so easily

The answer is simple my devotion, that is all.

The Embrace - Raphael Kirchner


Questions of Love - My Response

Enjoy the mystery that the moon inspires,

Walk down paths you have never trod
Perhap's to where hope and love never tires

Where your experiences you may applaud.

You must take your heart in your hand

And surrender yourself to love completely
In return it will offer you all that is grand

You will create and live your life sweetly

It will paint you a thousand pictures

That will offer you a million experiences
Of so many people and of their cultures

In time realising there are no differences.

You will write your loving words eternally

The final days are just thoughts so sublime
Finding your love goes right into infinity

And memory is forever caused by time.



As I walk along this path, a raindrop

From a falling leaf lights upon my cheek.
It runs down my face and doesn't stop

It feels like it is from somewhere bleak

Then anonymously falls to the ground

Where in time it will gather in a pool
In that greyness there will be no sound

But the winter solstice is never cruel.

It is the end of death and Autumn

And with each new morn there is hope
Wondering what each day will become

And realising that we can cope

I see there's a bridge made by the leaves

Showing their death will build the future
Petals from flowers show they to believe

What more do we need to ensure?


This Bitter Earth
(Variation on a song by Dina Washington)

This bitter Earth always weeps with blood

Caused by power crazy fools and lies they say
Of the worlds young men and idealistic good

They know in the end only the innocent pay.

From the skies, it always looks so green

But down below on the polluted ground
There is a far different worsening scene

Corporations and lunatics can be found.

Deceive and deny, but some are aware

And against odds are prepared to fight
The might of the media who do not care

But hoped in time they'll do what's right.


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

A song that birds sing, safe within their lair
It cannot help but brighten up my day

The music in my ears is extraordinaire.

When all of earth awakens from its sleep,

And spring awaits the hatching of each brood,
A kind of promise for their home to keep,

My solemn vow in this vernal splenditude.

Each morning the mornings now grow lighter

With winter's ending, and spring almost here,
A little warmth and light their mood's brighter

For the birds are still around; I lend an ear.


X as in Kiss

Your opal eyes peer into mine

I feel them searching my soul
As if by magic it starts to shine

I now know the feeling of being whole.

Just one look has made it so

What would a touch or kiss then start?
A deluge of words and deeds would flow

And who knows what path we'd chart?

A future guided by your opal eyes

And two shining souls by love united
With these acts there would be no surprise

Together to Nirvana we'd be invited.


Your Scent (Repeating Variation)

The scent of you is that of oil

The fragrance of a thousand years
A million flowers enriched soil

With love produced a thousand tears.

And from their tender loving toil

The nectar of these floral seers
The scent of you is that of oil

The fragrance of a thousand years.

Mere perfume where the juices boil

Or ambergris torn out with spears
Cannot surpass, their substance spoil

The fragrance of a thousand years.

The Tango - Scent of a Woman


Zilch tonight

Tonight my words fall dead upon the floor

Ignore them, they were of no use anyway.
Another syllable, statement, stanza bore

Destroyed by an overworked mind today.

Ideas lined up against the execution wall

The inner critic had offered no blindfolds
Then inspiration took aim and fired at will

Another senseless act of violence unfolds.

Of bullets, aimed and hitting the target

When that stanza met the final solution
Another battalion of words stepped up

Unready for their impending execution.

What was wreaked upon poetic thought

Had once again earned another cascade,
Being stressed it had brought me naught

Save to hide somewhere of blackest shade.

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Divena Collins

Accentuated Speech

Speak proud within thy blessed tongue

Accentuated from a past ancient time
Spoken of past when time was young

When ancient tongues spake in rhyme

Within an accent of speach unknown

From past decor unto a modern clime
Cast only unto the language as shown

But theatres of old may oft times mime

Thus shalt confuse accents all the more

When words of the past have outgrown
Only to be recalled within ancient lore

That shall within time may be as prone

Towards interests of accents as before

Of past and future rhythm has changed
Hence old tongues witheld the encore

'Tis the future that remains deranged.


And Time Began

I cast my eyes to wards the skies

Of darkened clouds that carry rain
Which does not me much surprise

For 'tis the drought that shall gain

Then all shall bloom and flourish

Within our peaceful country lane
That may kindly return our wish

To grow hemlock and witchbane

That once grew on woodland floor

Country ramblers shall ever relish
As they did within times of yore

Nature may provide to embelish

As she did so many times before

Within the coming of the seasons
This shall ever thrive forever more

For mother nature has her reasons

To nourish all of this planets core

As it was in the beginning of time
Nature opened her heavenly door

And all of this earth fell unto rhyme.



I dont know why I hesitate

when composing words in verse
for first my needs to meditate

shall then assist me to converse

that I may comply upon my rights

from start to finish in reverse
within darkness unto bright lights

that shall render me rather terse

this shall all seem like a chore

yet with interest I may immerse
though I may seem to be a bore

skipping from sentence to verse

maybe this shall be my final show

it may be too late to rehearse
yet line by line shall ever grow

within the final show diversed.


Electric Storm

This heat is that of an inferno

Of a magnetic electric flame
That teases this earth below

Natural forces place the blame

Upon dark clouds that gather forth

That only a storm shall ever tame
Of lightening that showeth worth

Striking fierce within a static game

Whilst thundrous bursts shall roll

Fear inflicted unto minds the same
As wild inferno`s reach their goal

Nothing of fear shall ever shame

For powers of nature may reverse

When the perils of nature reclaim
Then calmness shall again immerse

When the passion of storms came.


Going Going

I retired early feeling so rough

so I took my self off to my bed
twice a night was quite enough

My excuses just had to be said

Though his words sounded gruff

shall not he think of me instead
I who cleans and cooks and stuff.

he's not the only one to be fed

one fine day I shall call his bluff

and take myself off away with Fred
then he will find chores are tough

time has now come to look ahead

when he gathers up his bit of fluff

within instincts love shall retread
back to where I have had enough

in the arms of my new found Fred.


Littel Sparrow

I saw'd a tiny sparrow on a tree

What a sweet littel birdie I saws
Peekin' from above down at me

For I knows why it's just a clause

I has no fevvers an' I cant fly

Tho' I nevver have wings or claws
It maybe with my arms I mite try

I was only very littel then I was

Tryen as hard as I thinks I mite.

Til' I falls In the hips and haws
Cos I nevver did done it right

I not no much 'bout gravity laws

Littel sparrow he think It funny

I thinks I goin home just becauz
I hurt inside and I need mummy.

Tis there wiv her I has applause.


Mother Natures Daughter

Born in the woodland wild and free

On a mound of shady autumn leaves
Upon natures bed beneath the tree

As ancient gnarled bough`s weave

Nigh as autumn looms hath woven

Carefree of life within her sheave
Upon natures spell hath proven

For love within shall never grieve

Without an unpredicted heartache

And a lost love may ever retrieve
Songs of nature within a calm lake

Tis then that loving hearts believe

Of wooded spirits that echo hollow

Shalt then within heart to achieve
All mother nature shall ever show

Deep within as life interweaves.

Mother Natures Daughter


Of Fantasy

We alike beasts may congregate

If I should be so bold as to say
Warmth of passion may be fate

Within a breathless right of way

Who shall think about the weather

When beasts shall snuggle by day
then we may be huddled together

Upon the sheltered heath to lay

Whilst Northern winds shall blow

They have warmth within the hay
Nature intended instincts to grow

Both may awaken within disarray

But who may care if it`s love divine

Creatures of habit may never dismay
Within affection shall ever combine

Warmth of passion that melts away.


Of Pompeii

Ancient City of Roman Emporium

Which stood within fear this day
Revealed all within a scriptorium

Catasrophe hit in no normal way

Disaster struck of an unusual kind

That was to cause a city to decay
Of volcanic ash preserved in time

Centuries on had decided to play

Leaving a trail of immortal souls

Preserving the dead for eternity
Of pumice and ash as fiery coals

Within death they remain to stay

Just as they were once as before

Only souls have been taken away
In death they shall thrive no more

Yet within form remain to this day.


Pledged Within Oath

She who was bound and tethered

Upon custody of wilful minds
To be as tarred and feathered

Punished only for what they find

To remain unduly weathered

God forbid for they be so blind
Cant they see time is severed

She only had spoke truth of a kind

'Twas the only time she referred

She must of been out of her mind
When she asked to be transferred

It is strange how words may bind

Questions within truth answered

When only falsehoods unwind.
Truths were never to be inferred

Within her innocence undefined.

Tarring and Feathering of Mrs Lowry


Rebirth Of Love

Time may tell what I may do

If I shall so rightly borrow
Many more years than a few

Survival may bring no sorrow

I have so much in life to give

Cannot wait until the morrow
Many desires only to thrive

Just as life shall easily flow

'Tis then I may arise once more

When my love shall forever grow
For love has many times before

Only within time again shall show

What lovers were meant to be

For it only takes two to know
That love shall forever flow free

Free as the wild wind doth blow

When a life shall once more begin

Then true lovers shall easily grow
Love shall never ever be a sin

Love is affection all may know

That shall never need to go amiss

Within both eyes this may show
Pleasure within eternal bliss.

'Tis then that I love thee so.


The Scent of Love

Oh that he were here with me

And not just within my dreams
What joy shall this love set free

Love shall be all that it seems

Thus which is forever complete

Shall warm the rivers streams
Exciting intensity non discreet

That may cool down to extreme

Once more may return to reality

Shall not refuse by any means
The enticement of sensuality

Best plans unto future schemes

May not ever be true that way

For freshness of shaving creams
May be hers by the end of day.

And not within scent to deem.


Scraggy Old Crow

Scraggy old crow feathers askew

Perched upon my garden fence
He saw many dangers than few

For an old crow has no defense

Too old was he and that was that

No need a show of false pretence
Not when he`s dealing with a cat

They say an old crow has no sense

Never knowing when to retaliate

The power of fear is so immense
He has to act quick or be too late

Then his wings may remain tense

'Tis when his opponent shall strike

Survival maybe but now repents
Tho' never has forgotten the like

Barely perched on a garden fence.


Star Of Dawn

Lost within a void of the unknown

Entering into magnetisms of space
Within an atmospheric time zone

No other signs of the human race

Within a path to our future destiny

Out of the void there is not a trace
Of our blue planet earth or gravity

Shall anything ever take the place

Of the four seasons we had before

That had glorified the planets face
Thus shall soon be a planet of lore

To be recalled only within grace

Forever undying spirits shall arise

To a haven that shall ne-er misplace
An eternity of love within their eyes

Seeking comfort in dawns embrace.


Stature Rights

To be cast away from mans dominion

When all I ever wanted was affection
I never asked for unwanted opinions

Nor did I expect this foolish rejection

For I was only trying to be discreet

To the ancient statues past erection
Mounted on a plynth upon my street

Not that I was ashamed to mention

For after all he was not of the flesh

And far from a sculptors intention
When he fashioned him with mesh

Thus never was his new invention

But one of a by gone ancient lore

Sculptured to cause much attention
As it had done so many times before

A relic from the past need I say more.


Virtuous Dreams

Within the vast fantasies of a dream

Might this now be within reality true
To be real it most certainly shall seem

Vivid emotions which lovers construe

That fills the heart with purest elation

Of fantasies that were nought but few
But not ever without pure imagination

Lovers should release pleasures anew

Sensually embraced like never before

Restless nights which the sleepless knew
Of those endearing dreams enticing more

That embarked within dawns morning dew

Knowing that lovers shall forever be free

They pledged a love that all may pursue
But only within dreams true love may be.

Virtuous dreams were all they dare to do.


Weep Not Of Love

I weep of woe and constant sorrow

Thy absence has given much remorse
Within the dark no light doth show

No words of comfort shalt endorse

The pleasure that thy love provides

Comforted words shall make it worse
Within feelings I cannot hide inside

I shall not merriment wrongly force

Maybe I could just turn a blind eye

If I forgave may love change course
Shall it be I that could happily cry

Weeping may only be true by source

When all things considered are bliss

Love shall be the reason to enforce
All it may take is that of his kiss

Even I may find bliss from remorse.

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Lorainne Dafney

We'll See

Someday when we are sipping tea

In its amber colors of time
I will close my eyes and then see

Our memories left to climb

As we grow older and look back

This album which is in my heart
Will have love and never will lack

Pages for new stories to start

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Teagan De Danaan


My wings have ridden the silken morn

The patterned and silent sunlit sky
Covering Cancer and Capricorn

I have flown where birds cannot fly.

My wings have covered the world

Over all the tapestried earth
Where cloud pennants fly unfurled

Many times seen the day given birth.

My wings have whispered this song

Over the shot blue silk of the sea.
This is heaven where you belong

You are free! You are free! You are free!


Celestial Thoughts

Out of an endless void my love has grown

Starting from a cosmic speck, a minute grain.
Where there was nothing, a seed was sown

And finitely creating this heavenly domain.

No roof of tin or tile to shelter from harm

Walls not of wood, or steel, nor brick or stone.
It was created by love, to protect and warm

By a pulsing heart, inside flesh and bone.

From timeless space you have won my heart

A celestial being that has won my soul
Knowing that time or distance can never part

Two separate beings that have made a whole.

We are now together for the whole of time

From now my life and love I dedicate to thee
An existence together that will be sublime

A simple promise to be honoured all eternity.


Eco Friendly

In the heavens the Gods are brewing thunder clouds.

They spew out of the high tech machine like sausages
And are cast out to form those black onerous shrouds

The latest technology replacing those of the ages.

As they fall some breaks away falling another way

Whilst the main falls to ground causing a flood
Torrential rain falling continually day after day

Turning out bad, what was intended only as good.

A machine was programmed to blow clouds away

Calculated thus that everywhere would get rain
But the accountants up there refused to pay

For a machine where they could see no gain.

"Gravity," they said and the prevailing wind

Eco friendly it will do the job just as well
It will save us lots, punishing those who sin.

Where rain misses from now on is called Hell.



Once again, I kiss you on your lips

Knowing well you cannot feel me
My light loving touch with finger tips

Desirous of what reality should be.

We cannot feel each other's warmth

Yet we bask in the glow of memory
I know now you have felt my love

And we dream about what was to be.

You know I am forever bound to you

We talk although you cannot see me
Knowing I am always alongside you

And we will be together for eternity.

Although you cannot feel my touch

I know forever I can feel your heart
Tis you, the one that I love so much

And though I'm gone we'll never part.


For The Birds

I hear them keeping house through inner walls.

Some birds have made a nest within my eaves.
Because the weather's cold with frequent squalls,

They've taken refuge till the storm reprieves.

They sing to me, whilst I'm at work or play,

A song that birds sing safe within their lair.
It cannot but help brighten up my day.

That music they sing is so extraordinaire.

When this part of earth wakens from sleep,

Spring awaits the hatching of each brood.
A kind of promise for their home to keep,

A solemn vow in vernal solitude.

With winter ending, spring is almost here,

Avian songs take on a new sound and life
The birds are still around; I lend an ear

To hear him call, together with his wife


Good Night

It is now that special time of night

The muse has me and taken o'er control.
The mood is softened by wine and light

There is no time or need to think at all

She reminds me of the past and loves lost

And at last a love that makes me whole
Knowing thus, gladly will I meet the cost

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
There is just one final act I have to do

Enough of life today I have viewed

My last thought "I love you" I have to say

But you're not there it's impossible it seems
My eyes are ready to close it's the end of day

I smile knowing that you're in my dreams.



I wonder and think of you each day

Wishing you next to me in anticipation
Wondering if I am thought of the same way

As I hold you with desire filled passion.

Was it fate that brought us together at first?

I am not sure why I speak this way and all say
I know it's you that is fulfilling that thirst

I am missing you because you are so far away.

Do we follow our hearts striving for that dream?

I think about you and miss you more each day
Uncertain of the direction of that loves beam

I pray with hope that love will come our way.


The Man in the Grey Suit

The man in the grey suit is sitting on the train

In the same seat as usual reading the Herald
Bored with the news, always the same again

His life no different, lonely, boring, sterile.

The young woman sits in the corner opposite

This morning her magazine is Cosmo
Each day another glossy journal offering respite

Through biased research and media bullsho.

Each day he sees the woman, too shy to smile

Each time he looks at her she averts her eyes
Perhaps this time he's allowed to look awhile

If only they dare say good day instead of sigh.

Each night after dinner and a glass of wine

They assume their alter egos and surf the net
It's there they meet and share a facade so fine

That culminates as cyber lovers you can bet.

Who knows that given time they'll open up

And smile and nod as they leave the train
Realising each night they drink the same cup

Holding hands never knowing loneliness again.


Nature Rules

We all travel through life like wagon trains

Leaving our tracks where we go on the grass
Like wagon wheels on fresh virgin plains

Making our presence in life felt as we pass

Or perhaps footprints in the fresh beach sand

Where in time the tide will wash away our trail.
We sow our seed and they grow as planned

But beating nature by growing on a larger scale

The once lush fields once again become dirt.

And so, the seasons come and go, as do we
In the depth of winter there is another desert

Nature has decreed it so and we must agree

For a while some men ignore what is true

And capitalise on what they have thieved
But eventually they all will learn and rue

Remembering that balance must be achieved.



No longer do I need to wander

At last there is no need to roam
O'er desert waste or icy tundra

For finally I have found a home.

I have found a pleasant pasture

I have found at last an inner peace
I can throw all my doubts asunder

And my inner turbulence can cease.

The sun will rise showing a scene

Each day familiar and filled with joy
Each day a gift of life that is serene

With nothing left that will annoy.

As I feel my spiritual-self increase

Freedom at last is mine to squander
Meditation finding my inner peace

And no longer do I need to wander.



Spring I'm told is the birth of life

A screaming, messy, painful time
Extracted by a drunken midwife

And very slowly starts its climb.

Summer has sweet playful fingers

Learning in the back seats of cars
Memories of that first times lingers

Then older, sadder in singles bars.

Autumn is when peace begins

Passion has burned to embers
And love becomes free of sins

At the fireside, love remembers.

In winter the rain is all that's left

The fireplace becomes a red mouth.
And fed by the Antarctic's icy breath

Blustering winds blow from the South.


Somewhere In Time IV

Somewhere in time two lovers kissed

And time stood still for just a while
Creating a mood of supreme bliss

Fate looked down and began to smile.

She is not heartless nor is she cruel

And recognised that true love exists
Seeing that this indeed was a jewel

Somewhere in time two lovers kissed

Somewhere in time the lovers wished

Separate upon the fullness of the moon
They wished that they could be united

And even more that it would be soon.

Fate listened and granted their wish

Proving with love you need to persist
Now they have met, each other cherish

Somewhere in time two lovers kissed

Somewhere in time two lovers walked

Along the path that Fate had ordained
As they walked they kissed and talked

Through eternity their love remained

And together they still share one soul

The moon and stars have witnessed this
And forevermore this shall be so

Somewhere in time two lovers kissed

Somewhere in time Fate made a vow

And kept that vow throughout all time
The Gods all said that this was fine

Somewhere in time two lovers kissed.


Unequal Torment

It's the darkest of nights I've ever seen

The trees bends their backs in the wind
Attempting to escape from nature's spleen

With thousands destroyed, as yet un-sinned.

Yet much further south or is it further north

The city light's shine as folks watch the events
Seeing the last terror that nature's brought forth

And seeing the latest victims living in Tents.

We tut and feel sorry then whinge about gas

Then see a silver huge four wheel Honda go past
Realising that the diminutive driver's an ass

And this kind of attitude cannot last.



A meal of hunger thrusting lips to your lips

Rolling the luscious slowly 'cross my tongue
To draw the rhythm movement to your hips

Leaving no low moan melody to be unsung.

My thoughts conceived in that dark earth

When love that rooted, pierced unto the core
Of yielding hearts, blossoming fire to birth

Consuming in every moment even more.


You Have Built a Bridge

Each day the bridge gets longer and longer

There was a time when I only needed to reach out
That was when our love was much stronger

Now the flood has gone and we are in drought

You have built a bridge between us, why?

Did I not show my love? Did I not please you?
Then what was it that caused your love to die?

I see plants growing now, blocking my view.

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Jez Farmer

Another Name

Beyond human imagination

The stars still dance across the dark sky
A different beat and dimension

We do not know how, where or why.

Beneath the stars a faraway place

Do the dreams of love remain the same?
Is love the power through time and space

And is it known by another name?


Hard Labour

Her fingers knead a gentle touch

As flour and yeast swiftly combine
Then her grip becomes rougher clutch

Pushing air down beyond the line

Each push echoes with hidden sound

The heel of her hands deep and firm
Alternating the pace to pound

Enticing growth from the wheat germ

Spreading the dough then rolling flat

Pulling it together again
Throwing it down, making it splat

And stretching out the rising chain

A pause, a time to breathe and rise

Before the final shape of bread
The hot baking and then the prize

A thick slice with a honeyed spread.


Life's Bridges

We all build some bridges in our lives

Sometimes they help us go where we wish to
And with that help, hopefully each one arrives

Sometimes however a long time overdue.

Whilst others arrive by other means

Occasionally earlier, most ofttimes late
Showing that some paths aren't all they seem

And sometimes a wall has replaced a gate.

Like love and a "thought partner" gone awry

Believing them "In love", believing them and trust
Never believing that, "That one love," could die

And so much of that love, turn to dust.

That road ahead becomes a desert highway

With tarmac replaced by wind blown sand
And too often sandstorms block the way

Unable to see further than just one hand.

Then seeing blue skies and all clear ahead

Foot down on the throttle as fast as can be
Of sand dunes, rocks there's naught to dread

And that road to the bridge is now free.


Long Overdue

Winters wind is ofttimes toothpaste fresh

Whilst summer's is now a distant yesterday.
Springtime is perhaps with love refreshed

Or where nights possess the coldness of today.

Need tomorrow's creed be a biting winter chill

Or should one look ahead to better days
Back to reality and throw away that bitter pill

And remember warmth of those sunny ways.

Now days are brimming with the magic that's you

Gone are the parading autumn leaves and dust
Instead green and blossom that's long overdue

And looks from eyes that flash with trust.


Mindful Observation

The strength behind the listening ears

To pull the strings together again
Consoling the doubts, easing the fears

Like newly spun wool from wheel to skein.

Loose ends tied up within this new strength

As hands of the shy can make a claim
Insecurity falls away at length

'Til nothing is left to take the blame


Two Paths

Two paths heading in one direction

Separate but always connected
Until that final intersection

The point one path must be rejected

A private moment of no escape

Releasing the past, it falls away
And life takes on a different shape

As the sun rises on a new day.

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Kevin McKinney

Diet of Worms

In my culinary education,

I've managed to discover bit by bit,
the truth comes learned, not by revelation,

we need just labor to uncover it.

While priest and prophet cook up something more

than what we've earned, what's already given,
reducing something grand to keeping score,

though all the while, begging for a living;

they offer simple comfort on a fork

and yet we never seem to get our fill.
They plan the party, we do all the work,

and then we get presented with the bill!

They in their council always point to death

and cry, "Repent! Surrender and be saved!"
As if to say time's wasted drawing breath,

more wholesome days await beyond the grave.

To me, such thinking can't be reconciled

for lack of evidence upon the plate;
there's barely enough pudding for a child.

No one's confirmed a second course to date.

Perhaps we cannot live by bread alone,

but what I've found assures me it's alright,
since truth is had here in our flesh and bones,

to have our fill and sup to our delight.


Novices No More

Afterward, a tear fled south

from the corner of her eye
to the corner of her mouth,

where both the poor tear and I

being sweetly apprehended,

no argument of reason
I feared, could be defended

for being kept in her season.

Of the tear, sure I was cause,

though the nature of my slip
had escaped me, giving pause

while I lingered near her lips,

begging pardon for my gaff.

Whereupon, "My silly boy,"
she said with a little laugh,

"T'is only a tear of joy!"

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Peggy Nelson


Deep in the town of Pamplona Spain

Crowds delight and cheer by the score
For the raging Bull's that have gone insane

Today, four more runners were Gored


Bridges In Life

Many bridges ahead will bring peaceful nights and days

Replacing worn out bridges with sunshine's hues
Accepting and forgiving bridges diluted in colorless gray

Fearful bridges were shaky; realizing their views

Colorful flowers blossomed at every turn

New buds serenely gentle when put on display
Monumental moments revealing past concerns

Renewing moments spent in a relaxing way

Peace flows clearly, strengthening bridges weak in past times

Thoughts of joy rising remains, now the past buried away
Crossing bridges thoughtful lest we fall into murk and slime

Gathering ties and new incentives now carry on each day


Evil Flowers

Bright bloody red Adonis flowers on a mountains ridge

Blooming from the earth's ground in the desert land
Can't miss the signals to those strolling on the bridge

A flower to cause painful recollections at hand

Beside the Adonis grows the aloes red and yellow

A beautiful sight when not so clearly seen
Flowered with spikes; if touched you'll surely bellow

Gorgeous to see yet beware of the grieving they mean

Champagne and Begonias wait at the end of the trail

A heavenly sight for those whom unknowingly know
What dark thoughts reside inside the begonias pail

Lovely displayed to encourage dark thoughts to flow

At the end of the evening while your on your own

You reach for the lily of the valley laying on ground
The mean evil flowers you've seen, have died all alone

Happiness returns and your smile glows all around


Bridges In Life

Many bridges ahead will bring peaceful nights and days

Replacing worn out bridges with sunshine's hues
Accepting and forgiving bridges diluted in colorless gray

Fearful bridges were shaky; realizing their views

Colorful flowers blossomed at every turn

New buds serenely gentle when put on display
Monumental moments revealing past concerns

Renewing moments spent in a relaxing way

Peace flows clearly, strengthening bridges weak in past times

Thoughts of joy rising remains, now the past buried away
Crossing bridges thoughtful lest we fall into murk and slime

Gathering ties and new incentives now carry on each day


Flower Power

The Arbor Vitae is an unchanging friendship

Bright evergreen to cover and shade our bridge
A vigorous, soft and aromatic friendship

A Latin family to greet and hole at the bridges ridge

Red and white chrysanthemums a gift of love and truth

Line the walkway of the bridge in a beautiful display
Loving words of truth shared since love began in youth

All feelings of love strengthened and love lingers this day

Star shaped flowers on hillside, entice feelings of kindness

Gentle kindhearted expressions fill each motion we take
Valuable memories entwined, love joined us in blissfulness

At rest we toss all fears and absorb compassions wake

Huge colorful plumes give us signs of our unfading love

We drift alone in rhythm till we reach life's ending
Content with our love we now think the world of

Ecstatic we blossomed like powerful flowers transcending


So Many Bridges To Look Forward To

Many bridges I'd built along life's existence

At the end of each bridge I'd realize the resistance
Wandering aimlessly at many meaningless distance

Wondering if the next bridge built I'd find consistence

Many times I had missed the true understanding of wise

Many times broken pieces were thrown beyond reach
Many promises exploded what once was loves supply

So many times destroying and being impeached

Life has so many steps to take along the bridges we build

Will those who've prosecuted me, hang me before truth is learned?
Have they not made mistakes or walked some bridges unfulfilled?

Never seen a perfect bridge without someone who has spurned!


Summertime Blues

Summertime brings on sun-drenched days

Laughter of children playing outside all around
Grown-ups in hammocks lazin' in haze

Of dreamlands magical play grounds

Early in the summer not a soul in sight

Temperature rises to scorch land and man kind
Northeasterly winds preventing sea breeze heights

Power outages killing nature and dreamlands mind

Summertime blues hitting all time highs

Bugs and animals crawling to water their thirst
Electrical demands all over the westernly states fly sky high

Another summers day sitting in the blistering sun burst

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Ryter Roethicle

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Leny Roovers


I'm breathing in your cleansing light,

receive your blessing with each breath;
as exhalations clear my sight,

I'm freed from chains of thought-bound death.

I walk the bridge between both worlds

while shrugging off once shackling ties-
ahead, a whole new view unfurls,

where light of truth dissolves all lies.

I offer you my heart and soul,

lay down small wishes at your feet.
Without my burden I'll be whole-

into you silence I retreat.



Through half closed curtains of my room

I watch high crowns of elm-trees sway
in rhythm with bold night wind's boom

as evening falls in tones of gray.

Dusk's music sings it quiet tune,

prepares my senses for day's rest;
above the treetops smiles full moon,

with her cool light my night is blessed.

I hear the voice of southbound planes

and in the distance humming cars;
as blackbirds add their sweet refrain,

dark velvet is adorned with stars.

I smell the fragrance of night's breeze,

with cool fingers touching my skin.
As thoughts slow down, I am at ease,

then close my eyes and snuggle in.

I still can taste our last long kiss,

you arms around me, holding close;
we'll keep this memory of bliss

till once again we'll share repose.



Most branches of my apple tree

bend low with weight of promised flood-
green apples grow like pods in peas,

from time to time I hear one thud.

Each day I harvest unripe fruit

that fell into my garden pond;
high in the tree green parrots loot-

sampling apples, of which they're fond.

I hope they'll leave me some this year

they haven't tried before I could,
when I hear screaming flocks appear,

I fear they'll steal more than they should...


Golden edges

By golden edges days are touched

like dark grey skies are lit by light;
when distance stops to matter much,

our voices ring out in delight.

How could I wish you closer still,

when you are part of every breath
and in my blood I feel your thrill-

you'll be with me beyond our death.

My body is attuned to you,

each heartbeat echoes with your name,
while deep within my cells accrues

new understanding of love's flame.

As sunlight plays on windswept leaves

brushing a touch of gold on trees,
I watch the swallows in the eaves

and listen to the humming bees.



This afternoon most trees were pruned

to bring more light in kitchen's gloom;
dark ivy curtains grew festooned,

obscured each view of pond and blooms.

We sawed off branches thick as arms,

they softly sighed when toppling down.
My garden soon regained her charm,

when we had cleared each fallen crown.

As soon as sunlight reached the pond,

my goldfish came and swam around;

I'd never thought they'd be as fond

as I, to bask in warmth now found.
I'm sitting on my garden-swing,

enjoying fish and sun- I sing.



As curtains of rain's pearls adorn each pane,

clear mantras fill the room, cleansing my mind.
The sky looks soft, with fat white clouds in reign,

and on the grass a man- in calls entwined.

His bright green hard hat moves around, he walks,

oblivious of watching eyes and sound.
His head nods like a huge green bud on stalks,

he talks- while long strides cover lots of ground.

Two orange elevators ride up high

along construction's still scaffolded floors;
in a blue patch of sky, two magpies fly-

machines are labouring, yet birds just soar.

From wooden tiers, trail tattered, azure veils,

in better days they covered open flanks;
bold winds have ripped them since, from once strong nails-

they're shattered now, torn stockings on bare shanks.



I'm in my office, looking out.

High winds set trees to twirl and shake;
while builders on the high-rise shout,

Sun paints green leaves with golden flakes.

Blue skies are wide like mirrored seas,

white cirrus clouds are specked with black-
as swallows' flight with this strong breeze

takes them right up on heaven's track.

The yellow crane turns gracefully

and lowers stones to men below;
I see arms reaching eagerly,

my world is moving in a flow.

Soft music adds to inner peace;

I watch my fingers on the keys,
as words appear, I feel release-

then smile at the still dancing trees.



Inside, my love is growing

like a flower in its bud,
my heart is overflowing

as I feel you in my blood.

I see you in orchids' blooms-

their strength and lasting beauty;
you're present in sunlit rooms,

in glows of fulfilled duty.

You're in laughter's sudden thrill

when happy tears are streaming.
You're the spark in spirit's skil

and in my night-time dreaming.



Each rainbow builds a bridge for us to dare

and look beyond the colours of the earth.
Translucent steps entice my soul to share

the shining splendour of their arc's new birth

As colours shimmer against lead-grey skies,

bold sunlight throws her veils across dark clouds;
in surreal blazing bands bright bows arise,

my heart hears angels' music tear off shrouds.

As eyes behold this wonder of the spheres,

I'm humbled by the greatness of your might.
When colours start to fade, I feel my tears

flow as soft raindrops sparkle with new light.



Tall trees bend deeply to the right,

the high-rise rattles its torn sheets.
White gulls are screeching in swift flight

as storm blows leaves through wind-swept streets.

Fresh raindrops add staccato tones

and tyres squeak when breaking hard;
inside, the aircon gently moans-

outside rings laughter in the yard.

The yellow crane swings to and fro,

drops heavy loads in waiting hands;
hard-hats are working in lamps' glow,

bowed over spread-out A1 plans.

Slowly new buildings show their face-

still empty sockets wait for eyes;
wide-open doors will soon embrace

the happy owners and their ties.



I'm weeding in the garden of my mind;

I'm on my knees, my fingers search the soil
to extract roots that long have been confined.

As shoots are being freed, tight knots uncoil.

I follow every tendril to its seed,

then try to clear the earth of hidden germs;
I'll work my inner garden free of weed

and set my standards high, to meet your terms.

Each day I'll dedicate part of my time

to carefully unwinding knotted roots;
the seed you planted will be free to climb,

so it may bloom and one day bear sweet fruits.

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Sasha Walker


Morning sings the sky on feathered wings

journey, swift to slice through sleepy cloud
huntress, looks for what the ocean brings

then, takes it home to feed her hungry crowd

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