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2006 Form Challenges
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Spanish Sestet or SextillaThere is also an option of two rhyme schemes, shown as; a. a. b. c. c. b. , or alternatively, a.b. b. a.c. c.
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Spanish Sestet or Sextilla Posts
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Lorraine DafneyWhen autumn brings down her curtain of leaves The grounds will be covered with colors bright Thats when I'll stop to listen and retrieve Those sweet memories from within falls light Kicking the piles of leaves makes me believe Age has no barrier to feel delight ----- Spanish Eggs Gently saute two onions then Add garlic watch closely turn when Just brown now set aside to wait Scramble the eggs till their edges Are firm to cut and make wedges Fold over and present on plate back to list |
Gaer Llwydhardwood smoke scent captures noses bright beach plums overtake roses hound dozes, hoses away stepladder up, gutter to clean on branches, fat squirrels are seen school-bound teen scene, football play ripe cranberries float in their bog sweat pants and shirts warm the jog nights of fog, grog hot with spice spindrift and whitecaps fill bays neon sunsets shorten the days Jack Frost's craze, glazings of ice village tourist shops closing down now cord piles for woodstoves abound cornstalks found, bound to lamp posts old sol wanes in late afternoon in phase of the great harvest moon wind chimes' tune, loon cries the loss starlings mob in wavering clouds at the cider mill there's a crowd calling loud, proud geese on wing with festivals casting their spells sound of barn dance fiddling swells joy upwells, dwelling as king back to list |
Ryter RoethicleCome take my hand my autumn angel No longer summers colours bright And days share equal time with night. Lush green colours are no longer visible The crops are gathered, and been sold, Our legacy the colours of red and gold. This time is ours in our own private nest Away from cooler seas that chill the air Our evenings by a fire in a comfy chair It is now we find that time alone is best We have earned through our endeavour Our future lives stretching out forever. ----- For a while For a while I knew heaven but it flew away Yet it carried our dreams every single day, Like the birds we watched that were part of us. Now they are gone, and our dreams are no more And never again wade in at the evening’s shore, Because heavenly sands have turned to dust. For a while sunsets were deeply coloured Now misty and clouded no longer amoured For the sun has gone out of both our lives. Pain has robbed you of what was really true And memory is now just a distorted view But in my mind, love and truth survives. ----- Winters Return Once again winters misery has returned And no more morning birdsongs can we hear, When last week they called out loud and clear. Last week promises of summer burned And we cast aside winters layers Now once again we sit round blazing fires. Every winter’s day we prayed for rain But fickle nature decided to abstain And until spring we were promised drought. But with spring it has bucketed down With several floods in parts of town I suppose really we shouldn’t shout. back to list |
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