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2006 Form Challenges
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Italian SestetThe rhyme pattern is as follows; a, b, c, a, b, c,
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Italian Sestet Posts
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Kathy AndersonBecause of you my eyes cry obsidian drops As round as blue-light stars Winking from your stormy blast of ice, Spars of my ship broken matchstick props Barely small enough to be just scars, There because your cost was too high a price. Because of you there was inspiration, But I found my fugue out of tune, So I kept a melody of what was good. Because of you I found consolation, I weep, I dance, I remember June, And awake from dreamers mist as I should. ----- Incongruity When you talk to me there is light Though confusion ensues within my mind Easy words do evoke high emotions. How do you know my hearts true plight? Thoughts betray intentions in kind Can you forget this heart, my only devotion? Perplexity (Response) When you talk to me there is light Though confusion ensues within my mind Easy words do evoke high emotions. How do you know my hearts true plight? Thoughts betray intentions in kind Can you forget this heart, my only devotion? Ryter Roethicle ----- Prelude Cinnabar lips consume cloves of richest scent Only to find the hue of a heart gone cold, A climate uncomforted by oolong teas. A fugue resounds about, though solstice be spent, As a change of key unlocks miseries old Lament in new symphonic tisanes appease. back to list |
Lorraine DafneyAt the end of the day when its twilight I can see your shadow on the pathway Where you wait for me as you've done before But this time the clouds prevent sunsets light You reach for my hand and show me the way To our home where love is ever more back to list |
Kevin McKinneyA stark, white page is a frightening thing To a poet with tales too true to tell; But aren't we all disposed to discover The difference between a clown and a king, An empty barrel from a silver bell, Or the odds of friends becoming lovers? A vacant stage is a harrowing place When the lights all dim for soliloquy; And all you can stammer to state your cause Of last resort, is the tenuous grace Of invention's mother, necessity; But her script is written on thinnest gauze. So it's off you go adlibbing the lines; And choosing most among myriad themes, The easier terrains and gentler grades; The soft metered feet, the simplest rhymes Served only to soothe susceptible dreams Instead of the truth; of which you're afraid. At dawn each day comes a promising gift; Despite your mood for the wrapping it's in, It contains no map, but a stark, white page With a logo seen as the dark clouds lift; A stage adorned as a path that begins Where a signpost stands that reads: Have Courage! back to list |
Spudmick MurphyHow long did we play in the clouds; collecting stars to flint heart's fires and moondust to seed eternity? How long did we shun earthly crowds; propagating naked desires, unashamed, in anonymity? When did fate turn on its axis, bringing storm to cleave our passions and rend the clouds that protected us? Whose green eyes cursed our happiness? What god would wreak devastation on souls joined by love's umbilicus? Our pains deserving of truthful answers. Can we climb the sky again, to find them? ----- Tomorrow's Face, Today Last night's rains bequeathed deep puddles to city streets and parking lots, tightly crowded with cars and self-absorbed shoppers. In the midst of close-eyed muddles, two boys on bikes, feigned as despots, wreaked their rule, by skewing the eyes of car mirrors. When they had bored of this foul sport, they seized an empty shopping cart; treating her, unasked, to a tango's maneuvers. But glory's dance was broken short. The cart flung in the deepest part of puddle. Warning: Beware all future lovers. back to list |
Ryter RoethicleBelieve in dragons, that they may live again. Lording over land and sea, the gentle beast The time is ripe that we may live in fantasy Cannot fantasy and life be both the same? Knightly lore was blackest deed and evil feast Cannot we believe and see what we will see? For dragons lore was part of what used to be. But blackest deeds and wicked tricks overthrow Magic helped the reigned lord to gain his power. Hear amid our deepest dreams the creatures plea. Whilst secretly they hide and secretly they grow Now they emerge welcomed from their bower. ----- Celestial Paths Two lovers looked towards the sky and wished. A star in the night sky winked back at them. Thinking he’d granted them their wish they smiled, And they walked along their paths enriched. Paths are known to part, so we should not condemn The star, she did not intend the lovers to beguile. ----- City of Angels I tried to listen to the earth today and all I heard was the scream of jets. The Earth breathes and lives and cares. But nothing works here there is no way. Black car fumes, dust and cigarettes breathe, and live in this filth, who dares? Rain will not wash away this kind of filth, those in control are deaf, and set in mind, The boom of the earth they have not heard, nor do they care about their peoples health They silence those who care and are kind for they have never known or cared? ----- Vacuumed You did love me what else could cause this pain, And I loved you no less, and I feel the same, No harm was meant, but loss was ne’r ‘thout cost. Even when happiness was all that’s meant to gain Now the price that’s paid is coated with my shame But by far tis you that is the greatest loss. ----- Welcome Spring I heard a sound today in the trees outside The magpies heard and with the plovers joined in, As they celebrated the last shower of rain. God had breathed out, the wind smiled and cried Green shoots emerged, and new life began. Spring has returned, and He loves us again. I heard a sound today in the trees outside And that of children playing on the park close by, Because winters confinement is now unchained. Today the future smiled whilst winter cried And then again we saw a clear blue sky. Spring has returned, and He loves us again. back to list |
Trewir WintlekIs there not one ounce of love seeded and buried within their minds? Let them now suffer for the hideous crimes of our time! Their followers, no longer important these serious attacks. Did you decipher their names and make since to the symbolical finds? Fatigue and blind-sided arrived, to the dirt of histories time of slime. Masterminds of deceit and reprisal attacks most absurdly will slack. The Son no longer shines over these unworthy humankind. Worms and maggots slither, destroying, disrupting evil human insides. Slowly and painfully the wicked and evil must die! The Wise-herd has arrived with Magical wands, inflame sectarian evil minds. Numerous coalitions; brewing, stirring inside and outside. Gods proclaimed Eagles, sent to unravel and revise these, despicable ties. back to list |
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