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2006 Form Challenges
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As the name might suggest this form consists of four, four line stanzas. As is typical of
French forms there is a Refrain, but what is unusual is that there is no rhyme sequence specified. As is normal with French poetry it consists of eight syllable lines with no meter specified. The Refrain is the first line of the first stanza, which becomes the second line of the second stanza, the third line of the third stanza and finally the last line of the last stanza.
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Gloria Carpenterexuding drops of liquid spill a lullaby of gentle rain has sent me off to sleep again within a shower of dreams until awakened by a stream of light exuding drops of liquid spill my dreams and yet they cling on still to moistened skin in raw delight full splash descends from such a height as cascades flow and send a thrill exuding drops of liquid spill in fluid movement to ignite a passion drowned in downpour’s chill while cats and dogs sing their refrain as downcast eyes well up and drain exuding drops of liquid spill. -----
Cradlesong ~ Claire de Lune
In Silence
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Lorainne DafneyIt all goes by too fast my dear make sure you savor the moments I hope your pathways remain clear treasure all mankinds achievments for living right is a fine art It all goes by too fast my dear long kisses end and lovers part live free of bad habits and fear This much I will tell you my love listen to the songbirds sing cheer It all goes by too fast my dear watch every sunrise climb above Give love and hope to those that need the future presents each premier that teaches how to plant the seed It all goes by too fast my dear -----
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Allura DWhen the rains come I tilt my face, Letting life soak me to the skin With welcome to each drop that falls, Sliding soft like tears to chin. Regarding each as lifetimes spent. When the rains come I tilt my face, A mingling of joy and tears, Of paths that led me to this place Where sorrow hand in hand resides With gladness as she bravely sings. When the rains come I tilt my face Toward each gift that living brings. I will not turn away again But meet each dawn with truth and grace, Accepting all that life bestows. When the rains come- I tilt my face. back to list |
Jeff FeezleInhabitant of my soul, thus we share Where room is asked with ghostly stare What breath is held, then taken away Beguiled smiles make billowy brides Hearing peaceful coo, within us resides Inhabitant of my soul, thus we share I consider myself: child; eyed innocent soft glow of your letters: have mercy. Amount of time, around us shorten Build my love in Babylon spires Inhabitant of my soul, thus we share Hair of heather, hands bound together Deep in the well of love’s lunacy We’ll dry in fires of perpetual peace Gently turns the leaves, rainbows rapture Inhabitant of my soul, thus we share back to list |
Kevin McKinneyTonight, I only want to laugh; In truth, it hurts too much to think; I'm always sifting wheat from chaff And drowning where I cannot drink. As if I loved the whole wide world, Tonight, I only want to laugh; And leave this happy smile unfurled To let it be my epitaph! A future flag may fly half staff, But I would put an end to fear; Tonight, I only want to laugh And wish the world, Happy New Year; That peace and progress soon would reign, And all good people feast and quaff In earthly paradise again! Tonight, I only want to laugh! ----- Defining Moment We must be, by definition Of the journey, in the middle; Determining our position Makes for an interesting riddle. To be in this vicinity, We must be, by definition, A measurable proximity From the primary ignition. Thus, by simple intuition, Excusing my temerity, We must be, by definition, Half the way through eternity. But judging how child-like we rage, In the face of true cognition, Though I doubt we're acting our age; We must be, by definition. ----- Limited Warranty There being no manual for the heart, How did you obtain skill enough To join and tear mine fresh apart; All without handling me too rough? I am not made of hardened steel; There being no manual for the heart, The more you probe, the worse I feel, The less remains here to impart. That's life; impossible to chart Such realms of possibility, There being no manual for the heart. With constant inconsistencies, It makes no sense then, to pretend To cure myself, nor to be smart Enough to guess how things will end; There being no manual for the heart. ----- Mute Testimony I can't say my heart is broken, More aptly, it's rusted away; From being left out in the open In all your weather, night and day. As it happened so discreetly, I can't say my heart is broken; It just came apart so neatly, My endurance, but a token. As drop by drop, rain fills oceans, A process taking many years, I can't say my heart is broken; But quietly unnoticed, tears Have cut a channel through the stone. Still, as grief once left unspoken Becomes exposed like fossile bone, I can't say my heart is broken. ----- Selective Service Three steps up, bow to your lady, Circle around her to your right, Though she turns away your favors, You do your best to stay in sight. Zig to the left, bobbing your head; Three steps up, bow to your lady; Pretend to pick up crumbs of bread, That way, she'll know you're not lazy. Zag to the right, coo like crazy, You'd surely win if you could sing; Three steps up, bow to my lady, Show her the three stripes on your wing. Little grey corporal, try your dance On her girlfriend; looks like maybe You don't rate; guess she likes sergeants! Three steps up, bow to your lady. back to list |
Ryter RoethicleBlessed Heaven pour down your tears, Washing away this summers ash, In gentle drops that will soak in, Bringing nature to life once more. Grey clouds well come with your gifts, Blessed Heaven pour down your tears, Constance pray, with easy labour Pick the spots where rare you called Oh welcome with your bless’d relief, Shimmering plants are glossed by thee. Blessed Heaven pour down your tears, And see all life supping with glee. The scorched earth once brown with thirst, Parched and cracked now feels relief, And savoury scents gather whilst, Blessed Heaven pour down your tears. ----- Dark Lord The night of moonlight gathers us, In the distance night creatures call, And I smile in anticipation, I am thirsty and the nights begun. The howl you hear is not a wolf, The night of moonlight gathers us, Nor is that creature flying, a bat, In your mind you already know that. Open your window and let me in, I can promise you eternal life, The night of moonlight gathers us, Come join me, be a Vampire's wife. Your throat so soft and white and bare, You offer me, I pierce with care, I have become your incubus, The night of moonlight gathers us. ----- I Taste Your Essence I taste your essence on my lips, I sense you blowing on the wind, I feel you still at my fingertips, And see you smiling in my mind. As heavenly dust of passion grips, I taste your essence on my lips, Your soul and body to unwind, My will to lock and mind to bind. Each night with dusk I feel a kind, Of bond with you of honeyed sips. I taste your essence on my lips, And feel our very souls combine. My lips your body too explore, Closer now to Heavens door, As unrestrained, passion grips, I taste your essence on my lips. ----- The Waratah The Waratah waves at the midday sun, Whilst our day at work is well begun. See a sea of red on sandy soil, And like the Lily she does not toil. As fresh life o'er mountains starts to run, The Waratah waves at the midday sun. Nectar seeking birds in early spring, Cause seeds to spread on wooden wing. Beauteous seas from the Darling mouth, Reach down to Conjola in the south. The Waratah waves at the midday sun. Born of flame when bushfires are done, New South Wales art forms reveal, This wondrous flower on their seal. Revelling as being the chosen one, The Waratah waves at the midday sun. back to list |
Leny RooversAs bramblings in the apple-tree compete with sparrows for some seeds, five finches scatter the debris of leaves, among last autumn’s weeds. Each twitters, sings its own sweet tune, as bramblings in the apple-tree puff up small orange chests, to prune their feathers, piping songs of glee. In black-white streaks bold magpies flee to sing their blue-tailed potpourri; as bramblings in the apple-tree are joined by blackbirds- reach high C. A flock of jackdaws comes to search the garden- on a feeding spree; meek turtles hide in crown of birch, as bramblings in the apple tree. ----- My heron My heron found a mate this year. A grumpy fellow, he appears to have a soft side after all- they’ve been together since last fall. He flies up front; she’s at his rear, my heron found a mate this year. They draw a mirrored silhouette- my fish now face a double threat. Last week he dared to intermix with wires the gardener had fixed... My heron found a mate this year and to impress her, he caused fear to fish and cats, who were alert; peculiar meowing hit pay dirt- I ran outside, he disappeared; my heron found a mate this year. ----- My Lake Ice covers her from shore to shore, her breathing slowed, as wavelets froze; against grey skies, a flight of geese draws patterns on the lace of trees. My lake is held in Winter’s hand- ice covers her from shore to shore and whispers of cold eastern winds, tear at frail plumes of reed, till thinned. Below her surface fish await deep in the mud, the birth of Spring. Ice covers her, from shore to shore, yet, hidden still, grows leaves’ green core. My breath forms clouds in evening’s frost, they drift over her waters- lost. As sunset burns in bright décor, ice covers her, from shore to shore. ----- Yoga IV I’m breathing in; I feel the air from deep within my belly rise, expanding ribs- I am aware; the flow of energy supplies detachment from my tumbling mind; I’m breathing in, I feel the air. In concentration, I unwind- each sequence is a silent prayer. Surrendering tension and despair, devotion leavens every pose; I’m breathing in, I feel the air unfurling petals of my rose. Her climbing stem is strong and straight, she wears no thorns, her skin is bare; distracting thoughts at last abate- I’m breathing in- I feel the air. ----- Yoga V Each inhalation of fresh air uplifts and makes me more aware; in gently breathing out again, I feel sweet relaxation reign. The movements of my chest prepare each inhalation of fresh air. As belly and all ribs join in, a complete breathing can begin. In Pranayama I find peace- to watch its motion, brings release. Each inhalation of fresh air, is exercised with conscious care. A waft of incense fills my nose, it curls around my naked rose; in deep connection we now share, each inhalation of fresh air. back to list |
Avery RobertsonRejoicing in glowing moons, with star stuff flowing round my lips, my heart can hear what the ears won't, a melody of silvered hope. Hesitant, I falter in fear, rejoicing in glowing moons, spinning in waves of energy the whirlwinds of truth take their stand. The galaxy has swept me up, I have no form of which to speak, rejoicing in glowing moons I feel the tears, the ones I've wept. Wings unfurl in memories soft, my arms rise to the occassion, I was blind before time began rejoicing in glowing moons. ----- Looking Glass Within a looking glass darkly, your face emerges diamond bright, a guiding soul, whispering love, a thousand, million points of light. Desperation suspends my heart within a looking glass darkly, covered in passions destructive winds, transcends heavens stars sparkling. I stand cloaked in ancient symbols, carved by blood in hope enlightened, within a looking glass darkly, as it burns, the night re-lightens. Behold woman, victory yours, tempered sword held aloft lightly, a heart, compassionate, reflects within a looking glass darkly. back to list |
Maryse AchongYou still hold the key to my heart, Your face that lingers in my mind Memories of you that engulf me Because you were one of a kind. And though it’s been such a long time You still hold the key to my heart, There was no way to return it When the time came for us to part. Thoughts of you inhabit my head, Dreams of you make sleeping worthwhile; You still hold the key to my heart And though gone you still make me smile. I wonder if you can look down And see though I made a new start, After all this time without you, You still hold the key to my heart. ----- Heartbeats My heart is all the things I've ever been, The best and worst of me in just one place, I've felt it throb so many times I know If hearts could burst that would have been the case. I've felt it race when my loved one comes near, My heart is all the things I’ve ever been, Have felt it felt it quiver with such tenderness, This heart of mine that I have never seen. But hatred has at times possessed my heart, 'Til bitterness and anger overflow, My heart is all the things I’ve ever been Most noble, with a darker undertow. My heart has suffered pangs of searing pain, Been broken, healed and remains evergreen To live and love and laugh as if to prove My heart is all the things I’ve ever been. ----- The House The house is on a little hill, Surrounded by all kinds of trees All laden with their luscious fruit, As stately palms dance in the breeze. I look down on the sea below, The house is on a little hill And sit for hours in the sun Just meditating, being still. Or sometimes I walk to the beach To get the feel of ocean spray, The house is on a little hill So it is not too far away. And in the distance I can see The tankers as they come to fill Their bellies with our LNG, The house is on a little hill. back to list |
Brendan O'ConnorThrough the mist I call your name your sweet kiss upon my soul inflames I see your face in my minds eye reflected upon this water scry. You glide upon the waters breath through the mist I call your name. The boat glides and ripples part the wind still like the pulse in my heart. Your smile welcomes as we each approach your hand takes mine, so cold it feels. Through the mist I call your name and in your eyes your love burns. Our lips kiss in a shroud of mist your body feels so smooth and delicate. Your memory fades as the boat comes to shore Through the mist I call your name. back to list |
Dana RoweBack down, hit the coupler and stretch take the work train: flatcar, caboose up the main line; leave it for now set brake, uncouple, pull away Retrieve the passenger consist back down, hit the coupler and stretch hook hoses and open the air cocks test brakes; its good for the going three horn blasts, now moving away Switcher pulls up to the work train back down, hit the coupler and stretch release handbrake, head on up the line Long day of trains on the railroad move folks, do maintenance of way song that the switchman is singing: Back down, hit the coupler and stretch back to list |
Feith StuartThis eternal return, a curse! He says. He throws the book aside. This idea of life as finite, That all he’s done is a reprise It’s a bane to him, strips his bones. This eternal return, a curse! Paralyzes his ambition leaves him nothing, empties his hours. She takes the book and hope for peace To find him in this darkest night. This eternal return, a curse, A dark terror he can’t forget. At last he sleeps. She tosses the book Into the fire and drain his cup. Tomorrow, he’ll be just the same. This eternal return, a curse. back to list |
Twilight MystWinter's web drapes over the earth Sifting through branches up so high Soft fibers spread upon the ground Tranquil visions frame nature's trance Innocence on a moonlit night Winter's web drapes over the earth Blanketing bulbs that sleep below Til time for them to show new birth Footsteps crackling a path to home Wind burned faces, watery eyes Winter's web drapes over the earth Harmony, in season's cycle Hot cocoa warm my hands and lips Shoulders wrapped in soft quilted down Embers in fireplace scent my room Winter's web drapes over the earth. back to list |
Kathy AndersonI love you more than addictions To feelings romance can create, To ambience lust has me in And for words, more than merely nice. To hear your voice is not enough. I love you more than addictions To sounds of music in my ears; The symphony is just our love. What love carries a baser note, Or a flamboyant fluer de lis... I love you more than addictions To trappings, gifts or graced petals. For love of lust there is one cure, That feelings can't truely assure, But echo hands and heart that warm... I love you more than addictions. ----- Death of the Season of Love Every month is Decembers month, The only month I ever knew That I loved you all the rest Of the year, yet beyond time. Since June can never be our time, Every month is Decembers month, Every time is the hour for us, When roses bloom eternally. Forever isn't meant to be Within grasp of fleeting love's hand, Every month is Decembers month Because the hands I held were cold, The heart that ran too slow for sands Falling through the hourglasses Cystern of forgotten moments, Every month is Decembers month. back to list |
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