2006 Form Challenges
#6 Cornish Sonnet

At the same time as travelers were influencing the courts and introducing the sonnet form to England and France, traders in the southern ports of England were also bringing in their own forms of poetry. These forms consisted of hybrid poetry influenced by those Arab traders who plied their trade with the ports along the Mediterranean and the tin mines of Cornwall. This is one possible solution as to why the poetry of Celts of Cornwall did not survive until the written language was able to record their poetry.

This sonnet form is similar to the hybrid poetry that emerged from that part of the world.
The form consists of two three couplets stanzas and a refrain made up of the Last line of each stanza.
The rhyming pattern is: a. b. a. c. b. C.... d. e. d. f. e. F.... C. F.
Destined love

I have known you from the first
Badly wounded, I was lying there
You gave me water for my thirst
Nursed me and finally lay with me
But always you showed me care
Sharing life throughout eternity.
Many lives we've shared you and I
Some good, some bad, that's fate
Sharing our love under many a sky
Lessons we have to learn I know
Have been easier with you as my mate
And helping our spirit to grow.
Sharing life throughout eternity.
And helping our spirit to grow.

Ryter Roethicle

As an alternative, the first line can be used, and this gives a rhyme pattern of:
A. b. a. c. b. c.... D. e. d. f. e. f.... A. D.
Solitary Lover

I see you lit by my lamp at twilight
Looking at your form in the dusk.
The light from your soul is bright
Reflecting out from sparkling eyes.
Your subtle scent is that of musk
As softly a night creature cries.
My solitary dreams are of thee.
Thy lips in dreams sweeter than wine
In shadows outlined deep I see
The bitter taste of your absence
Make affirmations you are mine
Louder by the present silence.
I see you lit by my lamp at twilight
My solitary dreams are of thee.

Ryter Roethicle

Another alternative is has been proposed by Gloria Carpenter, which uses the first line of the first stanza and the last line of the second stanza, this gives a rhyme pattern of:
A. b. a. c. b. c.... d. e. d. f. e. F.... A. F.
A Blossom Opens.

A blossom opens. Luminosity
reveals, within, a source of tender blush.
So delicate a cup it seems to be,
yet strength embraces hope now held inside.
Translucent clusters glow with new-sprung flush,
believing feelings oft before denied.
As breezes air their dreams with gentle grace,
a myriad of petals drifts away,
a fragile fragrance leaving but a trace
in whispered promises of heart’s desire.
For only just a moment, this bouquet
releases wafts of wonder to inspire.
A blossom opens. Luminosity
releases wafts of wonder to inspire.

Gloria Carpenter


Challenge Posts

Contents

Maryse Achong

A Beach Lime
Bittersweet
Dragon Baron
Emily
Footbal Fever
For Mark
Healer
Impermanence
Words From Long Ago

Kathy Anderson

The Playa
Walk Over My Soul
When Falling

Deborah Bel

Distant Smoldering
Divine Battles
Hunger
Morning
Saturday Twilight
Walk with Me

Gloria Carpenter

A Blossom Opens.
Collecting Dreams
Impressions
In glints of gold
Oh, hummingbird
On hills of green
Sometimes

Lorraine Dafney

Free as the Wind

Kevin McKinney

Come What May
Dragons of Cornwall
Professional Courtesy
Walking On Water

Ryter Roethicle

Adagio
Beast's Feast
Come walk with me
Doors
In Dreams Again
Just A Little While
Winter
SONNETS OF THE SENSES
A CROWN OF SONNETS

Gloria and Kevin

The Earth Delights


Maryse Achong

A Beach Line

Dey havin a lil lime
Dong by de beach tonight,
Come nuh an spen some time,
De food and drinks are free,
Dey cookin by moonlight
Is real good company.
Dey doin curry duck
Some makin ah pelau
Buh like me who cyah cook
Ah bringin KFC
‘Dat is food anyhow.
We feteing by de sea.
Is real good company
We feteing by de sea.

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Bittersweet

Up and down at the water’s edge we walked,
The waves lapping so gently at bare feet,
Sometimes in silence, but we often talked
About the past, how we’d gone sep’rate ways;
The love we shared had been so bittersweet,
Although we hurt we’d enjoyed perfect days.
Just like we used to do in days gone by,
When tears threatened to spill, to overflow,
We’d brush them off and say ‘sand in my eye’,
But that was just us trying to be brave,
To hide the sadness that we’d come to know;
And I will take that with me to my grave.
Although we hurt we’d enjoyed perfect days
And I will take that with me to my grave.

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Dragon Baron

A dragon rears its head , breathing fire
And burning everything that’s in its way,
People run for cover, seeking higher
Ground, it would seem they don’t know where to go
Chaos and crime, the order of the day,
Our nation’s youth have met their fiercest foe.
They thought that doing drugs was just a phase
Their youngsters would outgrow as time went on,
Instead they see them trapped inside a maze
From which it would appear there’s no escape;
Those children that they knew are long since gone,
Their psyches have been warped, bent out of shape.
Our nation’s youth have met their fiercest foe,
Their psyches have been warped ,bent out of shape.

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Emily

Barely four, someone’s "baby girl" you’d think,
And she’d been that whilst in her grandma’s care,
But her life changed forever in the wink
Of an eye, when her Mum took custody.
She suffered pain too much for her to bear,
And now she is dead we hear her story.
They beat ,burned , raped and sodomized her too,
Her lifeless body told the sordid tale
About the torture that they put her through;
Now Emily speaks to us from beyond,
"Protect the children please, you cannot fail
To hear our cries, listen, they’re all around".
Barely four, someone’s "baby girl" you’d think,
They beat, burned, raped and sodomized her too.

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Football Fever

Soca Warriors prepare to wage war,
They’ve set out on the road to Germany,
Though they’ve come far who knows what lies in store;
So much advice, so many theories,
For they have come from the smallest country
To qualify for a World Cup Series.
And I feel something deep inside of me,
Though I’m no sports enthusiast at all,
When I see our ‘boys’ from T & T
Determined to bring glory to their land;
I pray that they’ll work magic with that ball,
As loyal fans cheer them on from the stand.
Soca Warriors prepare to wage war,
And I feel something deep inside of me.

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For Mark

Although we had not met before
The moment I laid eyes on you,
I felt it to my very core
You were already family:
No stranger’s face, but one I knew,
Part of our shared ancestry.
Your smile is a familiar one ;
There’s so much we both want to know,
We’ve talked and talked ‘til night was done ,
And though there’s much more to relate,
Its almost time for you to go,
I guess this round will have to wait.
Although we had not met before,
Your smile is a familiar one.

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The Healer

He came, he preached, and now he’s gone,
Some swear a battle had been fought,
And that a victory was won
Against the evil in our land,
And miracles had been wrought;
His every word was their command.
From every walk of life they came,
People of every race and creed
The deaf, the blind, the sick, the lame
They clapped and sang their voices raised,
Each one with his own private need;
With hands uplifted how they praised.
His every word was their command
With hands uplifted how they praised.

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Impermanence

Like the footprints in the sand
Are erased by ocean’s tide,
So too life’s misfortunes and
Crises all are washed away;
Taken one by one in stride,
Giving thanks for each new day.
Everything lasts for a while,
Lifetimes pass before our eyes,
Just like fads go out of style ,
People come and people go;
Difficult to say goodbyes,
All part of life’s ebb and flow .
Like the footprints in the sand
Everything lasts for a while.

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Words From Long Ago.

"These things I would impart to you if I could
Happiness beyond your wildest dreams
Friendships loyal and true
Indestructible wealth and abounding health of body, mind and soul,
Because I love you".

glossa

I’ve read again the words my father wrote
Inside my little red autograph book,
I was a schoolgirl and that heartfelt note
Meant everything to me, it made me cry:
And after all this time whene’er I look
At what he penned, I feel that he’s nearby.
I miss him more than he will ever know,
But then again perhaps he is aware
How on that awful day he had to go
I thought that I would never smile again;
But I was wrong, and though many a tear
Was shed, I’m here today and right as rain.
I've read again the words my father wrote,
I miss him more than he will ever know.

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Kathy Anderson

The Playa

On the plains of derelict dune dreams
A filling cloud came across the land
To cry out seas into sandy basins of extremes
Once there where only streams running
Through green pastoral scenes
In ages past, of primordial swamps, sunning
Early in the eve of primal stirrings
There was that shadow of aboriginal lust
Flattered by the moonlight, animals purrings
Wings of wind gathered away the rains
Too away the seeds of grasses as it must
Making the way for dust and sands of pain
In ages past, primordial swamps, sunning
Making the way for dust and sands of pain

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Walk Over My Soul

A vague ache walks over my soul,
It's feet are like bears paws
That scratch and claw till there's no whole,
Just torn fabric raw and red
From the last time my heart wept
As you took the part of me that hadn't yet bled.
The ache becomes a scream in the dark
When shivers shake from head to toe
Reminding me how your care was stark,
As the raven against white clouded heavens,
Perfect dreams leave a trail of stones,
For the lovelorn door that never opens.
As you took the part of me that hadn't yet bled.
For the lovelorn door that never opens.

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When Falling

When leaves have fallen out of season
Their demise harbinges less light
As roots curl up for no reason,
The moon and sun share no fault at all
For as one wanes the other waxes
Leaving no err on earth to pall.
When branches hold up arms so barren
The wrens call fades away from days,
Fear replaces the joy of green heron,
Wings fail to lift with the wild wind,
Peace can find no rest inside the forest,
Full, yet white as a childs mind.
Leaving no err on earth to pall,
Full, yet white as a childs mind.

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Deborah Bel

Distant Smoldering

Your thoughts brought lusty waves to me today;
I smoldered under their hidden touches.
My own thoughts flew to sun's setting rays,
The time before sun dips into the sea,
The edge between the night and evening's flushes,
That late afternoon when you first kissed me.
Though earthly miles are long between our feet,
Expanse of sea can't quench these endless fires.
Our thoughts entwine and have no need of streets
But touch with speed, the quickness of a blush.
I felt your pulse, your eyes and your desire,
On fire, I touch my throat your lips did brush.
That late afternoon when you first kissed me,
On fire, I touch my throat your lips did brush.

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Divine Battles

In sonnets pages written with sweet tears
Or ballads penned with wars antipathies,
No placid words do spell these life long years
Of seeking out my love for the Divine.
From deserts dry to endless salty seas
I've cursed or praised as much as I have pined.
Some people come to God on light-laced dreams
To fill their prose with Glory's enchantments;
Their love and faith fair bursting at the seams,
So self-assured, no hindrance of a doubt.
But questions fill my mind with chastisements
And wonder what this world is all about.
I've cursed or praised as much as I have pined
And wonder what this world is all about.

Their psyches have been warped ,bent out of shape.

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Hunger

A hunger grows inside with gnawing bits,
Relentless, yet so deep its hidden need,
This slow increase o something kin to greed
Demands with nuance, subtle hints and cries.
A widening maw, gnashing in small fits,
Wearing down resistance 'till it dies.
But there's a consolation in all this:
A knowing there is something for me here;
A purpose I have yet to find that's near.
So while I wait for word and clarity,
And hope for consummation of my bliss,
I'll act, as if; my motives crystal clear.
A hunger grows inside with gnawing bits
But there's a consolation in all this.

Their psyches have been warped ,bent out of shape.

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Morning

At Morning's dawn, I walked to distant shores
And stood as naked as breath's birth,
To watch as light takes wing to soar
And chases night in streaks across the sky.
I felt the sand caress, my welcome to the earth,
My footprints only here for a brief time.
At Morning's dawn, I heard the rush of life.
The wind of change had flecked the beach with foam
And carved the dunes as sharp as any knife.
White crested waves rose, rolled so swift,
As did the gulls, swooping 'neath the dome.
I blessed Morning for these perfect gifts.
My footprints only here for a brief time,
I blessed Morning for these perfect gifts.

Their psyches have been warped ,bent out of shape.

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Saturday Twilight

As a blue pickup turns, and passes the house,
Creedence Clearwater plays on a Doppler wave.
Tired adults gathered, in backyards for a round,
Their children fed and tucked into bed.
No sound but that, their laughter gave,
Even as birds grew silent, still and fed.
The town settled into Saturday's twilight,
The sun taking rest, 'fore Night assumes reign.
Clouds overhead seem to mute for the night
As they softly blend in soft copper and pearl.
The twilight's scent holds a touch of rain,
And I watch and feel my tensions unfurl.
As a blue pickup turns, and passes the house,
The town settles into Saturday's twilight.

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Walk with Me.

Will you come and walk with me awhile,
Down the trail where the ferns grow thickly spread
And the light is filtered through the pines
To play like bits of lace upon the ground?
When we walk beside the water shed
Will you take my hand in our strolls around?
There is comfort in our walks together,
A companionship which I have grown to love.
Strolling hills lined thickly now with heather,
Their fragrance bringing peace to aging hearts.
We've climbed to see the eagles flight above
And to see the chicks awaiting their new start.
Will you come and walk with me awhile?
There is comfort in our walks together.

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Gloria Carpenter

A Blossom Opens.

A blossom opens. Luminosity
reveals, within, a source of tender blush.
So delicate a cup it seems to be,
yet strength embraces hope now held inside.
Translucent clusters glow with new-sprung flush,
believing feelings oft before denied.
As breezes air their dreams with gentle grace,
a myriad of petals drifts away,
a fragile fragrance leaving but a trace
in whispered promises of heart’s desire.
For only just a moment, this bouquet
releases wafts of wonder to inspire.
A blossom opens. Luminosity
releases wafts of wonder to inspire.

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A Blossom Opens.

A sassy saucy Miss amidst the moss ~
an upstart with a glossy golden face,
reflecting on a day of rays across.
Her countenance, emitting happiness,
irradiates, for shadows leave no trace.
She blossoms in the breeze of spring’s caress.
Collecting dreams, as night begins to close,
she gathers to her bosom thoughts of bliss.
Transforming in the dusk to budding rose,
her petals twist in spirals, turning up.
Still spirited, her whisper blows a kiss ~
fluorescent mist of essence ~ buttercup!
A sassy saucy Miss amidst the moss ~
collecting dreams, as night begins to close.

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Impressions

Impressions of my soul on golden sands
reveal a lightness in each step I take.
A trail of kisses follows me in strands,
a sign of carefree spirit in their trace.
Along the lap of ebbing waves, a wake
unfolds serenity with timeless grace.
And as the sun departs the sky this night,
it bows behind a filtered dusky mask,
until the burnished sea and sand ignite
to cast in bronze my footsteps as they flow.
Behold such beauty! No more could I ask,
exalting in this universal glow.
Impressions of my soul on golden sands
exalting in this universal glow.

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In glints of gold

To melt beneath a morning gaze,
to sense the spread of warming flush,
to know the touch of sun-blessed glaze,
embracing beauty as it holds
a dewdrop, or a mountain blush,
fulfilling dreams, as life unfolds.
In everything there is such light,
in lapping waves, in salty breeze,
in glints of gold, or purest white.
On feathered wing, uplifting eyes,
above the face of dawn’s reprise,
to soar again in spirit rise.
Fulfilling dreams, as life unfolds,
to soar again in spirit rise.

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On hills of green

Today the clouds hung low and clung to trees,
inhaling scent of pine and cedar bough,
adrift upon the branches in the breeze.
On hills of green, they nestled for a rest,
alighting with a sense of 'only now',
precipitated by the earth’s request.
Replenished souls inflated, floated high,
yet, wisps of misty steam preferred to plume
and feathers trailed as gently as a sigh.
A welcome from the sun soon brought them home
to gather over sea with earth’s perfume,
reflected in the shimmered sand and foam.
Today the clouds hung low and clung to trees.
Replenished souls inflated, floated high.

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Oh hummingbird

Oh hummingbird, what makes you flit about?
So quickly dipping in and out again,
Just passing through to somewhere else, en route;
A glimpse of flashing wings, to sip and test,
Determining the readiness within,
Yet, never time, it seems, to stop and rest.
Those tender little flickers that you spread
Awakened buds this morning, I could see.
I looked out of the window from my bed,
Surprised to see you flying up this high,
But, once you’d darted through the blushing tree,
You flew downstairs. Was it to wave good-bye?
Oh hummingbird, what makes you flit about?
You flew downstairs. Was it to wave good-bye?

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Sometimes

Sometimes a glance can say so much,
connecting far beyond a word,
with lightness, or with deeper touch.
To reach the depths, to see the whole,
no blinds are drawn, no vision blurred,
through open windows to the soul.
Sometimes a touch is like a dance,
connecting feelings worlds apart,
with gentle rhythm, sweet romance,
or with true passion in its prime,
to music playing from the heart
in love’s embrace, somewhere in time.
~Through open windows to the soul,
in love’s embrace, somewhere in time.

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Lorraine Dafney

Free as the Wind

In my garden today
A butterfly past by
On a journey on its way
It never noticed me at all
How I envied it could fly
As I pruned my roses tall
I stopped and watched it land
Gently it caressed each rose
Quicky it brushed by grass strands
To be in flight with his mate
A pair wherever the wind flows
Tasting sweetness they'd celebrate
As I pruned my roses tall
Tasting sweetness they'd celebrate

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Kevin McKinney

Come What May

All in the Furry Dance to welcome May!
Now Bodmin Moor is carpeted in thrift,
So come, come with me girl and we'll away;
And kneel upon the gate of serpentine,
To ask the Abbot please to bless our gifts;
I'll call the steps and you can be my queen.
We'll stroll the head and watch the Man On Fire;
And pose our silly questions to the moon;
We'll ask how many hundreds in a Shire,
And sing How Many Going To St. Ives?
The waves will keep the beat, we'll write a tune;
And so recount this May throughout our lives.
All in the Furry Dance to welcome May,
I'll call the steps and you can be my queen!

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Dragons Of Cornwall

On warm and sunny days you'd never guess;
White, fluffy clouds as thick as clotted cream
Hang o'er this fabled land called Lyonesse;
The stuff of legends writ 'fore Doomsday's Book;
So them that jumped off Land's End never dreamed
Scilly might be the last refuge they took.
What treachery lies just beneath the waves,
They sing about from here to John O' Groates;
How Manacles and Longships mark the graves
Of sailors and kings; on Ships O' The Line
And right on down to gigs and pilot boats
Do the dragons 'round old Cornwall yet dine!
On warm and sunny days you'd never guess
What treachery lies just beneath the waves.

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Professional Courtesy

Billy Sunday counted on his Maker
As the author of all that he professed;
While he practised business like a Quaker,
So fire and brimstone would not interfere.
'In gold,' he said, 'there is no peace nor rest;
But rest assured, Bill died a millionaire.
And thankfully, his Maker let him down
When Billy called on him to strike down dead
A less known author who had come to town;
He took a literary point of view,
'We both write fiction; let's not loose our heads
If Elmer Gantry rings a bit more true!'
Billy Sunday counted on his Maker,
And thankfully, his Maker let him down.

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Walking On Water

Our genius comes and goes in fits and starts;
We move our feet but cannot stay our hand;
Too eas'ly fooled our heads and faint our hearts
As we stride boldly back the way we came;
For all, we're only tracing in the sand
By one step forward, two steps back again.
Much as our tracks are swallowed up by waves,
The feeble works of man all serve to guide;
For all, we slide relentless toward dark graves;
And though we cry up to the frowning slopes,
And feign as though we're chastened by the tides;
On this one or the next, we pin our hopes.
By one step forward, two steps back again,
On this one or the next, we pin our hopes.

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Ryter Roethicle

Adagio

Sadness filters through me
Sitting listening and I feel
Somehow you are where I should be
Again I am not there with you
Yet everything about is real
Tell me please, what are we to do?
What is our final destiny?
Shall Fate alone be in control?
The music is an entity
But just like life it has a twist
Crescendo then a final roll
As we disappear in the mist
Sadness filters through me
What is our final destiny?

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Beast's Feast

Silent creatures, in stealth they sniff the wind,
Slumbers ended, emerging from their place.
Chameleons of death, searching for who has sinned
Moving,...see how easy their colours change,
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
The race is on, and man knows the roll exchange
But running man is no match for slavering beast,
Fear is the scent, and blood tasted on the wind
And man provides creature with the feast.
Silent creatures, in stealth they sniff the wind,
And man provides creature with the feast.

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Come! Walk with me

Come! Walk with me in the moonlight
Together let us make more memories
Just you and I, this wondrous night.
Holding hands as we cross the beach
Listening to gentle surf made noises
That surpasses the power of speech.
Possessing many secrets hidden by time
Beaches share them only with the sea
Spoken by lovers in moments so sublime
As waves whisper back to them in the night
Saying "Your secret is safe with me,
You can speak of your love, it’s alright".
Come! Walk with me in the moonlight
You can speak of your love, it’s alright.

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Doors

Some see open doors, others see them close
Some people have a life that’s always hard
A winner will win what ere path is chose
Losers are born, always destined to lose
Always wondering what is fates next card
And having to put up with antisocial abuse.
From life’s rich reward some have been barred
No love in their life, there is never a pause.
The lucky have a life, not too easy or too hard
But work and appreciate whatever life gives.
They can live their life, and open some doors
And their misdeeds Fate sometimes forgives.
Some see open doors, others see them close
From life’s rich reward some have been barred.

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In dreams again

In dreams again, I kiss your lips
Knowing you can no longer feel me
Nor feel the touch of my fingertips
As I can no longer feel your heat.
But I remember what used to be,
How strong your heart used to beat.
For just a while we must be apart.
Missing those morning kisses,
Yet somehow I can feel your heart.
Is it somehow now part of mine,
That my soul tells me what it misses,
Needing to merge once more with thine?
In dreams again, I kiss your lips
For a while we must be apart.

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Just A Little While

For just a little while I am there
And then too soon I must leave,
Sometimes with just a little tear,
But each time we meet we build
Upon what we wish to believe.
Each meeting removes some fear.
Each meeting builds upon our trust
In each other and lifts our love higher.
Each meeting tells us that we must
Give in and completely open up.
What is night but another chance of fire
Offering a cup from which lovers sup.
For just a little while I am there
Offering a cup from which lovers sup.

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Winter

The day, where has it gone,
Leaving its message upon each breath?
The morning mist denies the sun.
Night time temperatures remain
As if wishing the daytimes death
And night and day to feel the same.
Love is oft hid neath multi-layer,
And talked of in memory only,
With desire spoken as if a prayer.
Gentle movement replaces hot thrust
Warmth and comfort sought against lonely
And soft caress replaces summers lust.
The day, where has it gone,
Love is oft hid neath multi-layer,

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Sonnets of the Senses

A Crown of Sonnets (7)

Sight: - the first sense:

I see your reflection in the window
And I wonder, what is it I see?
Do your eyes hide your sorrow?
Visual inquisition they do not admit,
Without answers my mind isn't free
What do I see, what do you permit?
What thoughts hide behind your smile,
You turn to me two more mirrors?
Your love of me is it so fragile
And yet that love your eyes do admit.
Slowly windows change from doors
Each time we meet we further commit.
What do I see, what do you permit?
Each time we meet we further commit.

Sound: - the second sense

I see your reflection in the window
It turns to me, still with a smile
No sound of your love, I wonder,
It does not speak, will not admit.
No a sound from you to beguile,
What do I hear, what do you permit?
You know that triangle of words
Is the only ones that I hold dear.
If only your spirit could be heard.
I wish I could hear them come from it
Endearing words to remove this fear
Tell me you are willing to commit.
What do I hear, what do you permit?
Tell me you are willing to commit.

Smell: - the third sense

I see your reflection in the window
Clean, showered and freshly soaped
I sniff the air, but where is the odour?
That sweet fresh bouquet where is it
This reflection doesn't bring me hope
What do I sense, what do you permit?
This glass image has no fragrance
Where's the aroma that belongs to you?
This is nothing without your presence
There is non of loves pungency in it
This is a scentless image that I view,
How can this scentless image commit?
What do I sense, what do you permit,
How can this scentless image commit?

Taste: - the fourth sense

I see your reflection in the window
It does not make my tastebuds drool.
I ask, "What flavour does it endow
Am I allowed to savour any bit?
It looks so bland, food for a fool,
What will I taste, what do you permit?
Of saltiness flavour, there is none
Need I search for spice and cumin?
The flavoured loves juices are all gone
There is no finer taste I will admit.
Than that of a fruity loving womyn
If I taste you, will you commit?
What will I taste, what do you permit?
If I taste you, will you commit?

Touch: - the fifth sense.

Your reflection in the window
How well I know your softness
How can I make its heart grow
Oh! Were it possible to touch it
With warm wet lips so soft to kiss
What do I touch, what do you permit?
No impostor's image that's before me
Holds your shape and your form
And your love that special joie de vie.
I feel trembling flesh willing to submit,
Soft and pliant so willing to conform,
Under my touch, I feel you commit
What do I touch, what do you permit?
Under my touch, I feel you commit.

Intuition: - the sixth sense

I ask, "What lurks behind your smile
I see the love light that your soul emits?"
I know I'm the lover you wish to beguile
There is only one thing now I need to know
No longer asking, "What do you permit?"
Are you my Juliet and I your Romeo?
In a silent place I feel your soul
The physical world is another place.
We know completion, we are whole
Now we have integrated our ego.
The ideal model takes on your face
That reflection I saw, in the window?
Are you my Juliet and I your Romeo,
That reflection I saw, in the window?

Soul: - the seventh sense

The reflection I see in the window
Is this an image of your soul?
I search my mind, I need to know
The past has gone but you remain
We are now closer to being whole
Eternity finally has become our domain
You turn to me, and offer your soul,
No longer having any sorrows to hide.
Because of the love we share, we are whole,
The window of love open to us both
As together through Eternity we abide
I see your reflection in the window
Eternity finally has become our domain
I see your reflection in the window.

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Gloria and Kevin

The Earth Delights

Each walk I take, this thought runs through my mind
as sand and Earth invite a gentle touch
in winds that whisper softly from behind...
As the waves play hide 'n seek with moonbeams,
I wonder; if the Earth knows love as such,
are we the culmination of her dreams?
And does she only spin around the sun
to alleviate the pain and sorrow
of longing to encircle everyone?
Someday I hope, she'll get a good night's sleep;
since she's always halfway through tomorrow,
and today isn't even hers to keep.
Each walk I take, this thought runs through my mind;
are we the culmination of her dreams?

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