2006 Form Challenges
#9 Pantoum

The Pantoum was originally a Malaysian form of poetry, but was adopted and adapted by the French and became very popular with them, Fouinet, Hugo and Baudelaire, being amongst the foremost users of this form. The French liked it probably because of the way the quatrains were linked to each other, making it similar to existing French forms.

The rhyme pattern is as follows; A1, B1, A2, B2, ... B1, C1, B2, C2, etc, the last stanza being Z1, A2, Z2, A1, note the reversal of the final repeat couplet thus completeing the circle.

Unlike most of these strict repeating forms there is no set stanza count or need for the last stanza to repeat back to the first. This makes the Pantoum ideal for narratives that demand repetition or emphasis. Here is a wonderful example by Silverthorn who reverses:

Heartbeat

If I could bring one heartbeat back, I would
Recall that vanquished moment, recall that trace
Of pillaged time, demolished as we stood
Shrilling, yet unheard, in senseless space.


Recall that vanquished moment, recall that trace
Of unshed tears and every halted word,
Shrilling, yet unheard, in senseless space.
As elusively, predictably, I faltered.

Of unshed tears and every halted word,
There came no grace against your quiet wound,
As elusively, predictably, I faltered.

Collapsed against a vast and speechless sound.

There came no grace against your quiet wound,
The cancer's cell that mocked you with its knife;
Collapsed against a vast and speechless sound.
In quietude, I quit your kindred life.

The cancer's cell that mocked you with its knife;
I'll not forget the man it stole away,
In quietude, I quit your kindred life.
I'll taste regret with every shameful day

I'll not forget the man it stole away,
I'll not forget your eyes that hosted death.
I'll taste regret with every shameful day
I swear, my father, with my endmost breath.

I'll not forget your eyes that hosted death.
Of pillaged time, demolished as we stood,
I swear, my father, with my endmost breath.
If I could bring one heartbeat back, I would.

Silverthorn

Variations of the Pantoum

Pantoum Sonnet

The Pantoum lends itself very easily to the sonnet form. It is only necessary to present three stanzas and the mandatory two lines can come either from the third stanza to form the final couplet as if it were the Malay form, or in keeping with the spirit of the French form circling back with the reversed couplets (A2, A1). I would suggest the repetition would make it a very powerful sonnet form:

Xtinction

Ignoring that everyday a species dies
The Japanese world is filled with crime
Presenting us with outrageous lies.
Allowing the extinct list to climb.

The Japanese world is filled with crime
Their Whaling ships scour the seas
Forcing the extinct list to climb.
Making profit for their companies.

Their Whaling ships scour the seas
Deaf and blind to the worlds cries
Making profit for their companies.
Typically not feeling humanities.

Deaf and blind to the worlds cries
Ignoring that everyday a species dies.


Ryter Roethicle

It may be noticed that this example uses a mixture of both forms. In the couplet, the first line is the Malaysian version, D1, and the last line links back like the French version, A1.

The final alternative closure is to use a new couplet E1. E2. This would be extremely useful in the Free Pantoum version.


Pantoum Posts

Contents

Maryse Achong

Amnesty
Collateral Damage
Converging Paths
Emancipation Day
For Joel
For Justin
For Megan
For Wyatt
Late Arrival
Looking Back
My Pantoum
Smooth Sailing

Kathy Anderson

Loves Appeal
Victim of the Source

Gloria Carpenter

She was born

Lorraine Dafney

One Pure Red Rose

Kevin McKinney

Communion

Chronic Molly

Letting Some Things slip Away

Spudmick Murphy

Maternal Meadows
Obsessive reflections

Ryter Roethicle

Alone II
The Crow
To be with Eagles
Zeb

Trewir Wintlek

Thoughts of hopes
Your Time


Pantoum Sonnets



Gloria Carpenter

Now

Ryter Roethicle

Again and Again
Clair de lune
Foggy Paths
Jungle
Prisoner
Writers Block


Maryse Achong

Amnesty

My Ďmea culpasí echo in my mind,
They reach the ear of God who sits on high,
He is a God of Love ,Forgiving, Kind,
I trust He listens to my mournful cry.

They reach the ear of God who sits on high,
My laments and my self inflicted blame,
I trust He listens to my mournful cry,
I know He hears me when I call His name.

My laments and my self inflicted blame,
For all the things Iíve done or did not do,
I know He hears me when I call His name
And in my heart He answers "I love you".

Despite the things Iíve done or did not do,
He is a God of Love, Forgiving, Kind,
And in my heart he answers "I love you",
As Ďmea culpasí echo in my mind.

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Collateral Damage

Sheíd known a world of warmth and love,
Cocooned within her family,
Now with an unexpected shove,
She faced a harsh reality.

Cocooned within her family,
Sheíd never found herself alone,
She faced a harsh reality,
The day the bombs came raining down.

Sheíd never found herself alone,
Now burning rage within her stirs,
The day the bombs came raining down,
She swears that vengeance will be hers.

Now burning rage within her stirs,
Her mother, father, brother dead ,
She swears that vengeance will be hers,
Next time sheíll take the lives instead.

Her mother, father, brother dead,
Enraged, bereaved, she feels forlorn,
Next time sheíll take the lives instead;
Another insurgent is born.

Enraged, bereaved, she feels forlorn,
Now with an unexpected shove
Another insurgent is born:
Sheíd known a world of warmth and love.

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Converging Paths

We had walked different roads, my love and I,
Our lifeís experiences had been distinct,
We never understood the how and why
Our paths converged, our lives were interlinked.

Our lifeís experiences had been distinct,
This was a chance encounter Ďlong the way,
Our paths converged, our lives were interlinked,
Thatís how it is sometimes, the experts say.

This was a chance encounter Ďlong the way,
And yet we paused, to listen and to share,
Thatís how it is sometimes the experts say
And so we ended up being a pair.

And yet we paused to listen and to share,
It seemed to be the natural thing to do,
And so we ended up being a pair,
We had been blessed, at least that much we knew.

It seemed to be the natural thing to do,
But sometimes paths merge and then fork again,
We had been blessed, at least that much we knew,
In retrospect it was well worth the pain.

But sometimes paths merge and then fork again,
And we are left bewildered, angry, lost
In retrospect it was well worth the pain,
Though at the time it seemed too high a cost.

And I was left bewildered, angry, lost,
I never understood the how and why,
I felt that we had paid too high a cost,
When we walked different roads, my love and I .

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Emancipation Day

Emancipation Day, we celebrate
The freeing of the slaves in our land
, Now everybody can participate,
All the festivities have been well planned.

The freeing of the slaves in our land
A time of bitter conflict and unrest;
All the festivities have been well planned.
No more will any voices be suppressed.

A time of bitter conflict and unrest,
Harsh actions were the order of the day ;
No more will any voices be suppressed,
And everyoneís entitled to their say,

Harsh actions were the order of the day;
Now everybody can participate ,
And everyoneís entitled to their say ,
Emancipation Day, we celebrate.

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For Joel

A precious little fighter from the start,
I watched you struggle just to stay alive,
As you lay incubator bound for days,
But I knew deep inside you would survive.

I watched you struggle just to stay alive,
With monitors and tubes hooked everywhere,
But I knew deep inside you would survive,
Although it broke my heart to see you there.

With monitors and tubes hooked everywhere,
I saw you squirm, protesting when in pain,
Although it broke my heart to see you there,
I knew before long youíd be well again.

I saw you squirm protesting when in pain
As you lay incubator bound for days
I knew before long youíd be well again
A precious little fighter from the start.

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For Justin

I fell in love the first time that we met,
I felt my heart would burst it was so full,
Just one look and I was captivated
Iíve never known such a tremendous pull.

I felt my heart would burst it was so full,
My life was changed forever on that day
Iíve never known such a tremendous pull
My feelings then no mere words could convey.

My life was changed forever on that day
I saw your little face , your eyes shut tight,
My feelings then no mere words could convey
I held you in my arms night after night.

I saw your little face , your eyes shut tight,
Just one look and I was captivated,
I held you in my arms night after night
I fell in love the first time that we met.

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For Megan

My father had died just one week before,
When she arrived quietly without fuss,
Her coming made our flagging spirits soar,
She was a source to joy to all of us,

When she arrived quietly without fuss,
In the midst of our grief and sadness,
She was a source of joy to all of us,
Making us smile and restoring gladness.

In the midst of our grief and sadness,
This little one had brought us renewed hope,
Making us smile and restoring gladness ,
She made it easier for us to cope.

This little one had brought us renewed hope,
Her coming made our flagging spirits soar,
She made it easier for us to cope;
My father had died just one week before.

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For Wyatt

He came to us one sunny August day,
My parents third grandchild, another boy,
We were enthralled, another one to love,
My younger brother beamed with obvious joy.

My parentsí third grandchild, another boy,
His motherís Ďsonaí treasured piece of gold,
My younger brother beamed with obvious joy,
We welcomed this new bundle to the fold.

His motherís Ďsonaí, treasured piece of gold,
A newborn baby in our home once more
We welcomed this new bundle to the fold
As we counted our blessings by the score.

A newborn baby in our home once more
We were enthralled, another one to love
As we counted our blessings by the score.
He came to us one sunny August day.

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Late Arrival

He came long after he was due,
His motherís little Ďblue eyed boy
It seemed that he already knew
He was his fatherís pride and joy.

His motherís little Ďblue eyed boy
í This tiny perfect little man,
He was his fatherís pride and joy
This new addition to the clan.

This tiny perfect little man,
With knowing eyes that look around,
This new addition to the clan
Has stirred up feelings so profound.

With knowing eyes that look around
It seemed that he already knew;
This new addition to the clan,
He came long after he was due.

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Looking Back

The weeks turn into months, the months to years,
It seems just yesterday I was a teen,
Poised on the brink of life, with hopes and fears
So many things have happened in between,

It seems just yesterday I was a teen,
The world before me like an unread book,
So many things have happened in between,
I turn the pages now to have a look.

The world before me like an unread book,
I thought that life would be a dream come true,
I turn the pages now to have a look,
The things I know now I wish then I knew.

I thought that life would be a dream come true,
A fantasy, I came to realize,
The things I know now I wish then I knew,
Though in due course I opened up my eyes.

A fantasy I came to realize
Life does not march according to our plan,
Though in due course I opened up my eyes,
The ways of God are not the ways of man.

Life does not march according to our plan,
We have to learn to bend or else we break,
The ways of God are not the ways of man,
I know He gives no more than we can take.

We have to learn to bend or else we break,
To celebrate our joy, withstand the pain,
I know He gives no more than we can take,
Thats how we learn to love and laugh again.

To celebrate our joys, withstand the pain,
Poised on the brink of life with hopes and fears,
Thatís how we learn to love and laugh again;
The weeks turn into months, the months to years.

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My Pantoum

How to write this poetry
Intricate I must admit
Not sure how this will turn out
But Iíll have a go at it.

Intricate I must admit
Flowing lines that come and go
But Iíll have a go at it
How else will I ever know.

Flowing lines that come and go,
With examples as my guide,
How else will I ever know
If I havenít even tried.

With examples as my guide
Not sure how this will turn out
If I havenít even tried
How to write this poetry.

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Smooth Sailing

We oft take the path of least resistance,
Choosing to switch our auto pilots on,
We cruise through life, really an existence,
No battles to be lost, or to be won.

Choosing to switch our auto pilots on,
We take the easy path, go with the flow,
No battles to be lost or to be won,
Weíre merely spectators in lifeís great show.

We take the easy path, go with the flow
Our only concern not to Ďrock the boatí
Weíre merely spectators in lifeís great show,
Content to drift along, once weíre afloat.

Our only concern not toí rock the boatí,
We ignore other paths along the way,
Content to drift along once weíre afloat,
No challenges to meet, dragons to slay.

We ignore other paths along the way,
Forgoing chances we wonít see again
No challenges to meet, dragons to slay,
We lose much more than we will ever gain.

Forgoing chances we wonít see again,
We cruise through life, really an existence,
We lose much more than we will ever gain,
When we take the path of least resistance.

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Kathy Anderson

Loves Appeal

It comes to you on lifes shores
The way roses adore opening for sun,
Irresistable warmth and light is more
An ocean beckoning your feet, go, run.

Roses always adore blooming in the sun
No matter where it's reflections arise,
Ocean waves lap at limbs that run
To meet their cooling embrace in guise.

It matters not how images arise,
Echo of souls, patches of snow, moons glow
With met arms calming heat, thus guised
Provide longing eyes with hearts now known.

Souls echo angels in snow, purely glow,
Charmed to know, invoked in bee's wings
To find the friendly vine bloomed below
Moonlight, sunshine, and there they sing,

Charmed to know, invoked in bee's wings
Irresistable warmth and light in more
Celestial lights that make you wake up, to sing
Of love that comes to you on lifes appealing shores.

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Victim of The Source

What sorcery affected her this way
Like a victiim of an unseen black spell
Made bohemian as a ship, near quayed,
Having sailed lonely waves of farewell swells.

Like a victim of an unseen black spell,
Her sailing dreams quayed in dry dock,
Having sailed lonely waves of farewell swells,
Her heart hypnotized by loves luck.

Her sailiing dreams quayed in dry dock,
No more will to try the last key,
Her heart hypnotized by loves luck,
A lock on treasure none dared see.

No more will to try the last key
Since it was lost under ships aft,
A lock on treasure none dared see,
An ocean sway, a spell of craft.

What sorcery affected her this way
Was a swell of affection'd mind
Made bohemian as a ship near quayed,
To be released by touching dulcet winds.

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Gloria Carpenter

She was born

When eyes were open, she was born
With trusting gaze, so clear and deep
Her innocence was often torn
From far inside where children sleep

With trusting gaze, so clear and deep
She leaves her heart in others care
From far inside where children sleep
How long to learn that lifeís unfair

She leaves her heart in others care
How can she know what life will bring
How long to learn that lifeís unfair
The world is full of suffering

How can she know what life will bring
She does not know what people hide
The world is full of suffering
Now she has joined the world outside

She does not know what people hide
When others lie to tempt her fate
Now she has joined the world outside
Defenseless as untended bait

When others lie to tempt her fate
She does believe, for she is true
Defenseless as untended bait
What will she learn before lifeís through

She does believe, for she is true
She wonders why there is such fear
What will she learn before lifeís through
Why does not truth and love appear

She wonders why there is such fear
So many hearts are shattered still
Why does not truth and love appear
With dream-filled wishes for goodwill

So many hearts are shattered still
She hopes that love will soon begin
With dream-filled wishes for goodwill
Her heart still glows from deep within

She hopes that love will soon begin
To show the world how it can be
Her heart still glows from deep within
She found the power to be free

To show the world how it can be
Her innocence was often torn
She found the power to be free
When eyes were open, she was born

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Lorraine Dafney

One Pure Red Rose

Young men will fight somewhere
Where blood has shed before
As one pure rose grows fair
And men prepare for war

Where blood has shed before
It still brings tears of grief
And men prepare for war
It takes their life like a thief

It still brings tears of grief
As lonely sweethearts watch sunsets
It takes their life like a thief
Who march in synchronized steps

As lonely sweethearts watch sunsets
From young and innocent boys
Who march in synchronized steps
It randomly destroys

From young and innocent boys
It takes their brave souls
It randomly destroys
One by one they pay the ultimate toll

It takes their brave souls
As one pure rose grows fair
One by one they pay the ultimate toll
Young men will fight somewhere

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Kevin McKinney

Communion

The lanes I trolled were always banked in clouds;
Swells rolled away before me in the haze;
I gimbaled 'round the world fast in my shrouds,
'Need of a spark to set my heart ablaze.

Steep hills resolved before me in the haze;
Had Avalon arisen from the mist?
I grounded on her shores, my mind ablaze,
And struggled to believe she might exist.

If Avalon had risen from that mist,
Whose will commanded thus, I could not tell;
Still struggling to believe she could exist,
I nonetheless drank deeply at her well.

What spells were working there I could not tell;
How all there flowing tasted honey sweet;
Nor how a board appeared near to the well;
All fancy, filled with fruit and bread and meat.

A voice as clear as birdsong and as sweet,
Invited me to take up residence;
To have my fill of fruit and bread and meat,
And leave my worldly cares to happenstance.

Invited me to take up residence,
And to commune in perpetuity;
But dare I trust myself to happenstance
Without knowing what country this might be?

How so, commune in perpetuity
In this, the island known as Avalon?
I wondered of the voice how this might be;
Would next we slip beneath the waves and gone?

But laughing, no, this is not Avalon!
Tell us; how long were you adrift at sea?
No island this, and never shall be gone
This mystic land of lasting constancy!

I told of all my life adrift at sea,
While never in one place for very long;
I asked the nature of this constancy;
No answer was forthcoming but a song;

Though never in one place for very long,
You never truely travel very far;
So all your deepest questions but a song;
How do some people not know where they are?

And lo, these hadn't traveled very far;
All hand-in-hand about me in a ring
And chanting about knowing where we are;
A daisy chain of children circling.

They sang and danced about me in a ring,
And prized me of the lore of Tir na nOg;
Made to unearth me by their circling,
As if they'd found me buried in a bog.

In this unchanging land of Tir na nOg,
It's always now; there's no uncertainty;
And though our dreams were buried in a bog,
They are preserved for all posterity.

It's always now? Yes! No uncertainty!
I dwelt there for a year one afternoon,
And so reserve for all posterity,
This standing invitation to commune.

The trolling lanes have been absolved of clouds;
I run before the wind, my heart ablaze;
I gimbal 'round this world all free of shrouds;
Content to count my blessings, and my days.

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Chronic Molly

Letting Some Things Slip Away

letting some things slip away
things I said but never meant
holding some things very near
idle moments well misspent

things I said but never meant
dreams I had in days of old
idle moments well misspent
secrets kept and never told

dreams I had in days of old
rummage sale of memories
secrets kept and never told
sorting through my fantasies

rummage sale of memories
holding some things very near
sorting through my fantasies
letting some things slip away

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Spudmick Murphy

Maternal Meadows

I sent my child into yonder meadow,
my prayers laid upon him by trembling lips.
An angst-filled moment infused with sorrow,
ruing this challenge writ into life's script.

A soft southern breeze lent balm to my lips,
while summer's sun embraced me with solace.
Still worry persisted to lord my script;
my steps circling paths, driven and restless.

Was the meadow tending care and solace
as my child ran through its grass and flowers?
Was it impatient, or even restless
to have twilight evict these pilgrim hours?

Where was my child in the grass and flowers?
Perhaps rescuing crickets from their toil?
Was he caching treasures for later hours,
before sleep could visit and dreams could boil?

I rubbed my forehead to temper thoughts' toil,
as a young child's echo breached the soft breeze.
And in the white halo made by sun's boil,
my son raced forward, calling out to me.

Breathless, soiled, running fast as the breeze,
his joy-drenched face erased worry's sorrow.
His litany of finds made without me,
were seeds of faith from a mother's meadow.

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Obsessive Reflections

In lonely hours, I imagine I know you
intimately. And like Rembrandt or Henri,
I arrange my tools and set to paint differing views
of your traits and shades of eccentricity.

I pretend I have the eyes of Rembrandt or Henri,
while posing memory's words as models;
your traits' textures and shades of eccentricity
borrowed from spoken blends of verbs and vowels,

I've remembered. Posed as my models,
your words provide vision to my eager hands;
your spoken blend of verbs and vowels
guiding my brushstrokes to submit to their command.

The art of your words feeding vision to my hands;
a colorful prosody defining the magma of your soul.
My brushstrokes servile to their command;
eagerly painting your godliness, to extol

the man gifted with rich magma and fertile soul.
For through my paintings, each with a differing view,
your godliness will speak. A gallery meant to extol
a hungry heart that saw and knew the colored prosody of you.

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Ryter Roethicle

Alone II

Iím comforted only by this semi darkness
As hypnotic flickering candles shine
How could my life become such a mess?
Sitting here alone drinking my wine.

Hypnotic flickering candles shine
As I sit here I feel music flow over me
Sitting here alone drinking my wine.
Silently remembering what life used to be

As I sit here I feel music flow over me
Reminiscing about those midnight kisses
Silently remembering what life used to be
The mountain of love became the deepest abyss

Reminiscing about those midnight kisses
Is fantasy just another world of lies?
The mountain of love became the deepest abyss

What is laughter but the start of sighs?

Is fantasy just another world of lies
Can we truly love in this crazy world?
What is laughter but the start of sighs
Sighs and tears as truth is unfurled.

Can we truly love in this crazy world?
I tried to talk to you and make amends
Sighs and tears as truth is unfurled.
But you wonít talk, so how can we be friends?

I tried to talk to you and make amends
How could my life become such a mess
But you wonít talk, so how can we be friends?
Iím comforted only by this semi darkness

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The Crow

The final sound before you die
You hear the cawing of a Crow.
In the tree near where you lie
Calling you down below

You hear the cawing of a Crow.
Its Satan's welcoming you
Calling you down below
The Crow is shouting out Halloo!

Its Satan's welcoming you
Its Heaven saying goodbye
The Crow is shouting out Halloo!
Hear the sounds as you die

Its Heaven saying goodbye
See it sitting above your door.
Hear the sounds as you die
Welcomes you to Hell with its caw

See it sitting above your door.
It's stringent voice, it's loud halloo
Welcomes you to Hell with its caw
You see the pit, what can you do?

It's stringent voice, it's loud halloo
Dragging you closer to the hole
You see the pit, what can you do?
Feel Hell pulling on your soul.

Dragging you closer to the hole
Itís sulphurous reeking Stygian smell
Feel Hell pulling on your soul.
Guided by this bird from hell

Itís sulphurous reeking Stygian smell
In the tree near where you lie
Guided by this bird from hell
The final sound before you die.

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To Be With Eagles

Tonight we sought to be with eagles
souls have become like a passing birdsí,
soaring beneath the clouded castles
as in silent spirals climbs ever upwards.

Souls have become like a passing birdsí,
that on seeing another might also enjoy,
as in silent spirals climbs ever upwards,
this mortal madness we would destroy.

That on seeing another might also enjoy,
this does in turn create its own confusion.
This mortal madness we would destroy.
to enjoy this ultimate heavenly fusion.

This does in turn create its own confusion
are we prepared to forsake everything
to enjoy this ultimate heavenly fusion,
with time to share and with time to sing?

Are we prepared to forsake everything
soaring beneath the clouded castles
with time to share and with time to sing?
Tonight we sought to be with eagles!

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Zeb

He is alone in a city of millions
they ignore that fact he is there at all
he does not meet with their expectations
and so he is faced with a sea of walls.

They ignore that fact he is there at all
yet he is alone with so many around
and so he is faced with a sea of walls.
The drone of their voices a grating sound.

Yet he is alone with so many around
with no solace for his troubled soul.
The drone of their voices a grating sound
his habit seeks only to fill the hole.

With no solace for his troubled soul,
in ignorance it is not that, which he seeks.
His habit seeks only to fill the hole,
and he feels solace is only for the weak.

In ignorance it is not that, which he seeks.
he does not meet with their expectations
and he feels solace is only for the weak.
He is alone in a city of millions

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Trewir Wintlek

Thought Of Hope

Thoughts of hopes and some regrets,
Iíve moved from here to there.
Songs played a melody of love, songs never will I forget.
Iíve been lonely when arms were bare.

Iíve moved from here to there.
Iíve shed some tears from painful deceit.
Iíve been lonely when arms were bare.
Dreams and wishes keep me far from defeat.

Iíve shed some tears from painful deceit.
Time faded away past deaths sorrows.
Dreams and wishes keep me far from defeat.
I keep praying for more thrilling tomorrows.

Time faded away past deaths sorrows.
The sweetest songs will always glide through.
I keep praying for more thrilling tomorrows.
In my mind and heart I have felt truth so true.

The sweetest songs will always glide through.
Songs played a melody of love, songs never will I forget.
In my mind and heart I have felt truth so true.
~Thoughts of hopes and some regrets~

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Your Time

Your time has meant alot
for the love only you can give
You have always been sought
You will always be here to survive

For the love only you can give
A place to met, a special time
You will always be here to survive
There will always be time for a Rhyme

A place to met, a special time
in times of bitterness or love we face
There will always be time for a Rhyme
Many times and many places

Proud yet, humble you seem to be
You have always been sought
For the love and kindness we see
Your time has meant alot

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Pantoum Sonnets

Gloria Carpenter

Ecstoesy Revisited

Terry ~
9 til noon ~ noon til 3 ~ 3 til~


Iíve booked you in at 9 oíclock
Youíll find a sign upon the door
Itís round the back, walk in, donít knock
And come up to the second floor

Youíll find a sign upon the door
Be footloose, but know where to go
And come up to the second floor
To find the place where minds can blow

Be footloose, but know where to go
And never mind your credit card
To find the place where minds can blow
Just be relaxed, itís not that hard

Itís round the back, walk in, donít knock
Iíve booked you in at 9 oíclock

Willow ~
Varnishing Point


Youíve never had a pedicure?
I think the time has come to book!
Meandering oíer dale and moor
Must give your toes a funny look.

I think the time has come to book
Enchanted forests underfoot
Must give your toes a funny look
No matter where yourself you put

Enchanted forests underfoot
Or in a churchyard on a rock
No matter where yourself you put
You should release your sole from sock

Meandering oíer dale and moor ~
Itís time you had a pedicure!

Maryse ~
Rainbow Bubbles


Ah ha Maryse, your own foot spa
To soak the tiredness away
So you can write some more, hurrah!
Relaxing as the bubbles play

To soak the tiredness away
A dash of peppermint or two
Relaxing as the bubbles play
Releasing cares, no longer blue

A dash of peppermint or two
Or citrus essence, maybe lime
Releasing cares, no longer blue
A soothing rainbow anytime

So you can write some more, hurrah!
Ah ha Maryse, your own foot spa!

Chronic Molly ~
Great Scott


Oh Chronic Molly, oh, Great Scott
I guess Iíd say, to give relief
Eroticism this is not
But then again, whatís your belief?

I guess Iíd say, to give relief
Massaging feet relaxes nerves
Eroticism this is not
Unless youíre into touching curves

Massaging feet relaxes nerves
For some it may be faintly feared
Unless youíre into touching curves
And then itís anything but weird!

Eroticism, is this not?
Oh Chronic Molly! Oh, Great Scott!

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Now

*Time is what keeps the light from reaching us...
Meister Eckhart ( 1260-1328 )


Time is what keeps the light from reaching us.*
An inner state of peace brings joy of being.
Through timelessness, pure essence knows its bliss.
In stillness, flowing energy is freeing.

An inner state of peace brings joy of being,
awareness in the present, livingís gift.
In stillness, flowing energy is freeing,
awakening in spirit, giving lift.

Awareness in the present, livingís gift,
as oneness radiates from deep within,
awakening in spirit, giving lift.
Eternal cycles end where they begin.

Through timelessness, pure essence knows its bliss.
Time is what keeps the light from reaching us.

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Ryter Roethicle

Again and Again

Again and again, I kiss your lips
Knowing you can no longer feel me
Nor feel the touch of my fingertips
But I remember what used to be

Knowing you can no longer feel me
No longer able to feel your heat
But I remember what used to be
How strong our hearts used to beat.

No longer can I feel your heat
For fate has made us part
How strong our hearts used to beat.
Yet I know I can feel your heart.

For fate has made us part
Yet I know I can feel your heart.

Over and Over

Over and over, I hear you
Knowing you can never see me
Nor speak of love without a shew
Recalling weakness didn't flee

Knowing you can never hear me
Not able to communicate
Recalling weakness didn't flee
So much time passed, each time I'd wait

Not able to communicate
For all the words that we then shared
So much time passed, each time I'd wait
Propriety dashed hope of care

For all the words that we then shared
Propriety dashed hope of care.

Kathy Anderson's response

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Claire de Lune

The moonlight shines on singing waters
a chorus repeated by humming stones
a composition of competing meters
that brings peace to my stressed bones.

A chorus repeated by humming stones
under the light of a strawberry moon
that brings peace to my stressed bones,
itís not hard for a soul to become attuned.

Under the light of a strawberry moon
two lovers watch falling under its spell.
Itís not hard for a soul to become attuned,
As older lovers know only too well.

The moonlight shines on singing waters
a composition of competing meters.

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Foggy Paths

The air is still, with no sound to tell the way,
and a poor mortal stumbles in the mist
of self survival that in time can only betray
and wondering why, and the worth to exist.

There is no beginning or end to this mist
and the only escape is by way of dreams
that shows of an idyllic way to exist
so the mind conceives various schemes.

Is it wrong to believe in these dreams
and cut away the past with a surgeons knife
trying to alter those damaging schemes,
or just survive and live a mindless life?

The air is still, with no sound to tell the way,
does one need survive and live a mindless life?

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Jungle

How much freer is the Jungle of Reality
At home amongst the hardwood trees?
I feel the energy seeping back into me
In this lush shelter, I can do as I please.

At home amongst the hardwood trees.
Civilisation has not left itís bitter scar
In this lush shelter, I can do as I please
Its here I will build my final gunyah

Civilisation has not left itís bitter scar
The wounds are in the jungle of my mind
Its here I will build my final gunyah
Here I will rest till eternal peace I find.

The wounds are in the jungle of my mind
How much freer is the Jungle of Reality?

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Prisoner

Like a prisoner you have me bound to you
but not with chains of hard blue steel,
or counting days and weeks till freedoms due,
and there are no prison bars, my hands to feel

There are no chains of hard blue steel,
or fear of breakout or escape, no strike or coup
and there are no prison bars, my hands to feel
I'll be a model prisoner, a trustee, not go askew

No fear of breakout or escape, no strike or coup
I have a wound from cupidís dart that will not heal
I'll be a model prisoner, a trustee, not go askew
my life is sealed by chance, with just one deal

Like a prisoner you have me bound to you
My life is sealed by chance, with just one deal

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Writers block

My rhymes donít have that ring
and my metre seems to chatter
my concentration doesnít have that zing
and all my words just seem like clatter

and my metre seems to chatter
imagery is faded like watercolours in the rain
and all my words just seem like clatter
everything is meaningless, every lineís a strain.

imagery is faded like watercolours in the rain
staring blankly at the screen until I want to shout
everything is meaningless, every lineís a strain
I donít know what to say and nothing will come out.

I donít know what to say and nothing will come out
staring blankly at the screen until I want to shout.

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