2005 Form Challenges
#2 Keats Sonnet
Another interesting variation to the English Sonnet form is the Keats
sonnet. Here the meter is not specified and different types of feet other
than Iambic are permitted, ie: Trochee, Spondee and Pyrrhic.
The rhyme scheme is
The Witch of black magic, they think she's a fool
Wearing her black beads, and magical chimes
While chanting in her robe, and practicing voodoo
Inside of a circle, are candles and toodstools
Chanting and chanting, voodoo rhymes
You will fall in love, because of puppet and pins
Mixing her potions, with a dash of bamboo
Mixing into your tea, as she stands there and drools
Turning you into a zombie, in a matter of time
Dancing and playing, the tomboula drum too
She will put you in a trance, and will have you spin
You will be stalking the cemetery, in the dark of the night
While under black magic, you will smile and grin
Because you know it is better, then a vampires bite
Replant the plots, that weigh the wasted ground,
their story has been told, and etched in blood
for all God's generations to behold.
The austere bone-white chronicles have browned
from ages of remorse. A sprouting bud,
too long confined, supplants the forests vast.
The phantom trees, still dance upon the wold,
their roots long ago forged in iron and drowned
into the sea. She crests the fostered flood
and glides towards horizons gilt with gold.
An argonaut swell, rippling from the past,
foreshadows the ends of her loveliness.
Askance, she tacks the wake, a mermaid cast
a-prowl, the crooked path to happiness.
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Through the Years
A floating collage of memories made
winter’s grey disburse and embraced my heart
with yesterday’s seconds I’ve shared with you
moments, fragile as silence’s blank shades
invisibly connected from the start
each one revisited like an old book
as I turn each page the past becomes new
no yellow pages this love does not fade
it remains untouched by time like great art
nothing can ever erase what is true
these flashbacks fill voids like spring rains fill brooks
buried treasures I’ve opened to the light
flood my senses with joy with just one look
like the first time we met on a spring night
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Sing to me again, my unseen friend,
Who tugs at all my senses, begging
A poem for every past transgression.
Words fly forth from soul to pen,
Pages filled with love or pain, sending
Notes in reams to a hidden tempter.
Teasing forth intense emotions,
Fiery feasts consumed in rapture, sent
Secrets threaded into stories spilling.
Seasons change; but heat of my obsession
Thawed not in winter's icy grip, but lures
Another purging ritual be told.
Pensive hours spent, find such simple treasures
In a muse who warms a heart once cold.
The saw marks visible, rough-hewn woods rise
up the walls to support the eaves,
formed by the now-silent mill in Preston.
Small the yard is, barely more in size
than the house itself, but the leaves
from a nearby plum tree fall in the back.
Formerly, they say it was a grange, undone
by fire and resurrected from demise
into a house. Hence, the oddities, one believes.
The wood-stove for heat, I scoffed at, not one
to suffer cold in quiet, but I found no lack
of warmth in this winter's chill. A pile
of wood out back is gathered and I stack
yet another log onto the fire, and smile.
In trying to write a sonnet
My thoughts, not focused yet, seem somewhat askew,
like fleeting wisps of potentials there, yet
not swirling to a pointed thing, one thought.
An idea occurs; the wisps begin a retinue,
like moths around a flame. They pirouette
and start a dance to score that has a form.
In awe, it seems I watch, as words are caught
and held together, tentatively at first, a few
did fall in place, tumble in my ear, then set.
An image takes shape. So funny, it is wrought
and teased from whirling wisps within a storm,
to stop and shine so brightly, for a time.
That restless energy, with freedom as its norm,
did a dance across my page, in tiny steps of rhyme.
I remembered that place.
A poem, a vehicle, so bright,
swept me back there again.
The waking moments, a joy, to lace
my vision with Love's sight.
The eyes that laid things bare.
Keenest was the parting pain,
each flow with ebb, to retrace
now my first steps into flight.
Words, links in a growing chain
of remembering that place there,
here, where Love's touch is felt.
All of eternity is Love's share,
and remembering Her place, I melt.
What can I seek?
So, what am I to do,
when a vault, close and hidden,
is opened to vision within its dark chamber,
breath sucked in, and eyes behold - desolation? No hue
of warmth or comfort, no welcome to be bidden
from winter's storm into warm reverie.
So, where do I go, when search yields but a harbinger
of cold fire? No floors, no rungs to cling to,
former hand-holds crumbled into dust and ridden
by phantoms, ghosts of the past, that now only linger
to haunt me. No vision of perfection did I see
when into that dark chamber I did peek.
So, now, what can I be?
So, now, what can I seek?
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No Need to Weep
As clouds descend on sounds of nightbirds' cries,
The weight of sorrow falls and comes to rest.
Thick blankets billow, blotting out the stars
And smother dreams in darkness’s disguise.
An aching heart still flutters in its breast,
So weak, yet holding promises to keep.
It quivers, finding places without scars,
For strength to see the gift in burdened skies.
Faint music sifts between the layers depressed,
A wafting serenade sent from afar,
Now straining through the clouds to one who sleeps.
Melodious awakening, Clair de Lune.
In shadows of the dark, no need to weep.
Above night’s eiderdown, there shines the moon.
No Words of Love
I cannot speak with words of love this night
I heard your laughter echo through my mind
It mixed with hers; a hollow ridicule
I wonder if she sees your eyes as bright
Or has she spied the frozen one so blind
It matters not who now lives in your spell
A potent one belying one so cruel
Who hid behind his fears and lived in spite
And I the one that fate chose you to find
I trusted you with all my heart, a fool
As innocence was drained before I fell
A shattered soul who since has raised her head
To see inside your empty lonely shell
I have survived; my love for you is dead.
No Words of Love II
I have survived; my love for you is dead.
For dead is what it always was, I find,
As I look back and read again each page.
The script I spoke, was born inside your head,
My words were used to feed your empty mind,
Such comic acts with tragic overtones.
Too many plays at once were on our stage,
With back drops of illusion painted red.
Facades like masks betrayed the truth behind
The curtains as they fell each night enraged,
A final act that hid all the unknowns.
Reviews are in, this long-run show is done.
Illuminated playbill stands alone.
Now Freedom’s Flight, sweet solo, has begun
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Magicians of the air
In swirl of cloak and tilt of hat magicians of the air
hauntingly lay down at the feet of heaven’s door
substantial evidence of well embedded dreams.
Palms up an open plea for gratuities deemed fair,
sideways leans a symbol of needing so much more,
and magic waits and listens for the beating of a heart.
Harmoniously in tune beats pound the halls of sleep
and the instrument of love ensnared with a prayer
welcomes in a world not ever known before.
Soul weeps amidst the dream; who dares her boundaries
and heals the wound restraining emotion of the past
so deftly and invasively to overthrow the mind?
Unbeknown magic dreams kick-start heart to last
and time the only factor in awakening love’s light!
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Birds, (Tailed Sonnet)
My garden is a treat for hungry birds,
with peanut garlands decorating trees
and empty flower pots offering seed.
Blue-jays and blackbirds flee winter’s blizzards,
jackdaws and gulls screech, fighting for cheese.
By wren and robin, spills of war are doffed-
"waste not, want not" was the word, they’d agreed.
A pair of magpies drops by, they have heard
there’s a feast on the menu- fat cookies.
On top of the shed I put bread to feed
skinny sparrows but the crows fight them off.
Hugging a chimney, the heron keeps warm,
searching for fishponds he utters a cough.
Against silver skies, a swan’s graceful form.
Still hidden from this scene,
a cat crawls near, eyes glean
the gentle pair of doves-
in brutal jumps ends love.
Precautions make us overconfident-
in surprise actions precious life is spent.
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Butterflies count not hours, but moments in time.
Each time we kiss my heart stops for a moment
That is time enough for them but little time for me
With each kiss, a wondrous feeling, so sublime
Lips soft as powdered wings wake up senses sentient
Like wings unfolding, open now, ready for souls to meet.
Words whispered softly in truth "I love thee"
Stroking each others souls in ways Lepidopteran
Deep sounding truths not just now but ever meant.
And as the butterfly hovers above you look at me
I feel the flutter of wings, a feeling so complete
These brief moments in time, her complete life span
What is eternity to us simply an ordained feat
The love of a woman and the love of her man.
I must write these words whilst they are alive
I need to frame the smile you make in my mind
That passes without so much as conversation.
For those words would no longer survive
They would escape and be impossible to find
In the sanity and sobriety of what is today.
Curve of lips and brows fill my collection
That is impossible to never want revive
Yet to verbalise, words are difficult to find.
So in haste I bid all distractions, "Begone!"
In your eyes is a place, I remember yesterday,
A sacred place, in which I would often relive.
I will allow not anything to get in my way
Your indulgence and my absence please forgive.
Now finally, the time has come to part.
It was so short a time, yet it seems so long
We have grown to know each other so well.
The time spent together, took so long to start
And yet we grew close, was that so wrong
Who must we answer to, except you and I?
Insanity arrived and broke the spell
And it keeps us divided and apart
Stranger, we believe that we belong.
What the future holds no one can tell
And I for one dare not venture to try
Fate's gift is ruining the best plans of man
Whilst we poor mortals struggle by
Forever trying to do the best we can
Let Me Dance
Let me dance within thy soul, calling out thy name,
Kisspering words that make thee feel thou art mine
And get lost within, and finally blend with thy soul.
Each day I pray for thee to feel the same
Quench thy thirst on me and make me thine
I will be thy pillow, thy blanket, and thy bed.
Apart two halves, but together we become whole
Moving in thee, until thou cries out aflame
Where at last, our bodies and souls combine.
Thou hast shown willing and given me thy all
For that I will give thee all that has been said
And will write thy name amongst the stars,
So, in future times our love will shine ahead
And, more certain still, eternity will be ours.
My Wings have covered the tapestried earth
And seen the shot blue silk of the sea, reborn
Flying high, flying where birds cannot fly.
So high! So high! seeing the sun give birth
As I'm soaring under Cancer and Capricorn
Over the tamed and conquered mountains.
My wings pattern the silent and sunlit sky
Where cloud pennants came forth from birth
The world below opening greeting the dawn
My wings passed the golden morn on high
Over where I now rule as its sovereign
Where my wings whisper and sing in flight
Come end of day I can see moonlight begin
And I descend now towards the night.
Your perky words what do they suggest
Am I to wait here with this question?
Or act on it, and perhaps regret later?
To forward with my wish that you digest
The truth, you have become my one obsession
Am I too forward and thus driven you away?
Must I admit that my desire is greater?
I'm not prepared, unready to take the test
To face the entire world, make my confession
Do not leave me, do not become bitter!
My intent is such that you would bid me stay
And in staying seek an answer to our dreams.
But reality has hit me with the break of day,
And walk away to concentrate on lesser things.
Silent creatures, in stealth they sniff the wind,
Slumbers ended, emerging from their place.
Moving,…see how easy their colours change,
Chameleons of death, searching for who has sinned
And others who tonight are caught without grace,
Shadows, feeding on souls, more than mortal death.
So soon tonight a victim comes into range
And all to soon this hapless victim will find
Tonight it’s man not beast that will be chased.
The race is on, and man knows the roll exchange
Fear is the scent, and blood tasted on the breath
But running man is no match for slavering beast,
One more is sacrificed to the evil God Seth
And man provides creature with the feast.
Spring is when Nature comes alive
The air is clear and all life is new
Blossoms bloom on bush and tree
With worker bees rushing from the hive
On their daily task to help life renew
And for this task each plant gives in return
A drop of honey to this busy bee
Just rewards for helping to survive
Knowing for every task a fee is due
Never holding back Nature pays the fee
Nor is there any need for concern
This is the simple way that all life knows
Every year this way new life returns
Begins to procreate and so life grows
Walk With Me
Walk with me; let me share my life with you.
Learn with me; show me your inner beauty,
I am called by daydreams that speak your name
And you are an endless mystery that gives no clue.
Let me care for you, it would be an easy duty
A smile on your face is a thousand smiles on my soul.
I do not fear what you can learn, there is no blame
I am your light in darkness, knowing that I am true
Your safe landing should you fall, holding you to me.
In the night we will whisper and play loves games
I will not keep you from sleep, you make me whole
Our love song is music, soothing, soft to the ears,
Quenching thirst, sating hunger as our desires call
And you will shed only the happiest of tears.
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