2006 Form Challenges
#3 Sonnetina Uno

This is not an easy form and consists of ten lines of Blank Verse.
Blank verse is traditionally considered to be Iambic Pentameter which is not the easiest poetry form, although arguably the most musical. Whilst many references state that the origin may have evolved into Iambic Pentameter, there is also a valid reason for using trimeter and tetrameter. It has now become accepted that Blank Verse is any unrhymed accentual syllabic verse.
Whilst not having a rhyme, Blank Verse has been used to write some of the loveliest love notes, or as a contrast, portray some of the blackest moods and deeds.

May 1st

The sun envelops me and warms my blood;
my heart beats quickened rhythms, pulses race
as languidly I turn to stretch my limbs.
I feel the opened pores producing sweat-
it tickles on the skin between my breasts.
Iím drifting on a cloud of heated air-
the world behind my eyes a golden-red.
My body is expanding, bounds now fade,
dissolve in salty drops, evaporate.
I sail away to dreamland, joining you.

Leny Roovers


Sonnetina Posts
Contents

Maryse Achong

Common Ground
Dance Of Life
Death
Different Strokes
Final Flight
Fire In The City
Half Hearted
Happy Valentines Day
Heads Up
How Do We Dance
Kiddies Carnival
Little by Little
Man vs Nature
Mind Over Heart
Moving On
New Old Love
Sunday Morning
Tears
They Said
What Is Love

Kathy Anderson

Broken From Within
Cloudy Spaces
Fantasy
Fantasy For Two
Fires In Time
Vaporous Stratus

Deborah Bell

A home cities loss
Monday Sunset
On Losing Myself
Rebound

Gloria Carpenter

A Muse 1
A Muse 2
Become
Forever Now
Mornings Peak
Song For Aloha
Turmoils Feast
West Coast Weekend

Lorraine Dafney

Afternoon Shadow
Evening Shadow
Forever Their Shadows

Allura D

Balance
Concession
Sip, for Love is Sweet I
Sip, for Love is Sweet II
The Sweetest of All

Kevin McKinney

A Drop In The Bucket
As The Twig Is Bent
Light Of Day
Manna
Rare View Mirror
Water Music

Leny Roovers

A Dream
Migrane Nightmare
Yoga VII

Ryter Roethicle

Another Fantasy
Bigger by Little
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Clay of Life
Crying Room II
Dance to a Different Hum
Fleur de Truth
Foggy Windows
Love is Sweet
Not So Sweet
Political Manque
Second Best
Time To Close
Touch of a Friend

Soni Tina

Be Mine
Not So....Be Kind

Sasha Walker

Woman To His Touch

Allura and Ryter

To The Table, Come Love

Gloria and Ryter

Lovers Questions


Maryse Achong

Common Ground

Pity not the leaf that now lies on the
Ground; it is where all leaves finally end
Their days ; not unlike us mortals who when
We have completed our worldly sojourn ,
Are returned to Mother Earth ; Ďdust to dust
Ashes to ashesí ,that too is our fate:
And although we may be more sorely missed,
Our bodies too will decay and mingle
With those very leaves. Happy us if like
Them we have the chance to start life anew.

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The Dance Of Life

Lifeís dance has movements that are intricate,
We only learn them as we go along,
No instruction book that we can purchase,
We have to learn those steps all on our own.
Now and then a quick step is demanded,
At other times a side stepís well advised;
Thereíre times when we may have to Ďsit one outí,
Decide if the best move is to retreat,
Sometimes we just need to take it easy
And drift along in slow dance for a while.

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Death

Death is an unwelcome stranger, creeping
Up on everyone; striking here then there;
Sometimes giving notice, sometimes coming
When we least expect him: Death, cruel Death,
Shattering hearts of people every day,
Throwing nations into mourning; never
Pausing in his wicked task; relentless,
Never giving thought to man. Death has been
With us since the sin of Adam and Eve,
Terrifying men who hate and fear him.

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Different strokes

"Different strokes for different folks", no truer
Words were spoken, what works for one may well
Not be the answer for another. For
Each of us has his own way of living,
Loving, coping, and thereís no hard and fast
Rule , no Ďhow toí carved in stone. The outcome
Is our common ground, because we all crave
Happiness, though the pathways that we choose
May be as distinct as night is from day.

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Final Flight

A scheduled flight that promised no surprise,
Weíll never know if he had second thoughts
About his leaving; but people do what
They are called to do, and so he went up;
That was the last time that he would be seen;
A watery grave is now his resting place.
But there is comfort in the knowledge that
He died while doing something that he loved;
Though his body lies on some ocean bed,
His spirit lives, until I too am gone.

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Fire In The City

Fire on the main street in the city,
Stores and a bank are burning to the ground,
Angry flames bursting through their windows as
Smoke billows up and outwards, changing the
Colour of the sky. The firemen have
Cordoned off the area, but curious
Onlookers throng the nearby square for a
Firsthand glimpse of what is going on: and
As always there is an inadequate
Water supply and leaky hoses. Steups !

Steups : An interjection :Expression of annoyance or frustration (informal ) An imitation of the sound of sucking air through the mouth

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Half Hearted

A friend of mine migrated once but found
He could not stay, because heíd left his heart
Behind at home. Another wiser man
Then said: Ďwhen next you leave be sure to take
Your heart along with youí. I must agree.
Iíve lived too long with my heart gone or tied
To someone else; whatever part remains
Iíll keep intact; Perhaps Iíll lend it for
A while, maybe Iíll even share it , but
This time around my heart belongs to me.

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Happy Valentines Day

Happy Valentines Day to you my love,
Wish you were here to spend this day with me;
But spirits can cross time and space and so
I know that yours is with me even now.
My thoughts are focused on you too today
And if you can look into my heart youíll see
That no one else has filled it like you did;
I daresay after so much time that no-
One ever will. Iíll dream sweet dreams of you
Tonight and wake with your name on my lips.

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Heads Up

But logic is no killer of the heart,
It just sends warning flags to mark the spots
Where pain can be avoided if we choose
To take another path, or retrace steps.
It doesnít mean that beauty wonít be seen,
Or that emotions will be locked away,
Or that the soul will suffocate and die:
When heart ruled mind, I still knew how to think,
Could weigh the pros and cons; but heart always
Had the final say; it is headís turn now.

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How Do We Dance

Do we dance to the beat of our own drum,
Do we move in time to the music in
Our heads, or to what is in our hearts? For
Oftimes they are not the same. Itís good to
Recognize the rhythms of our being
And to be true to them, but sometimes we
May want to dance, if even for a while,
To someone elseís tune, so that we can
Appreciate that our music is not
The only one thatís being played or heard.

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Kiddies Carnival

Sheís just a tiny, little thing, no more
Than two or three and sheís in costume, face
Made up, glitter in her baby hair. She
Starts off holding her motherís hand,chipping
Cautiously to the music. Suddenly
She lets go and begins to dance, caught up
In the rhythmic beat of the calypso
That is being played: small hands in the air,
Head thrown backwards, she moves across the stage
Now unfazed by the crowd. Sheís playing mas !

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Little By Little

Is my Quatern quite in order, does my
Canzonetta chant, and tell me does my
Sonnetina sing the way it should, though
Itís written in blank verse. I've only learned
Of these things since Iíve come to Tir Na nOg,
And there are hundreds more I still donít know.
For I had feared that structure would change the
Way I wrote, would take away the freedom
Of my words, but that has not happened; in
Fact a new worldís been opened up to me.

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Man vs. Nature

Look at the leaf thatís fallen from the tree,
As it lies wasted, rotting on the ground,
But you should realize that even now
Itís doing just what it was called to do.
Unlike us humans who think that we can
Coerce creation into behaving
In accordance with our wishes ; that we
Exercise some control over nature:
Dream on fools, if you have still not learned your
Lesson, my fear is that you never will.

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Mind Over Heart

The mind is a powerful tool; some say
It controls who we are and what we do,
But sometimes there is conflict Ďtwixt the head
And heart, and then a raging war ensues.
My heart has ruled my head throughout my life
Until now; and as September beckons
Itís time I gave my mind the upper hand.
Hush heart, youíve reigned supreme for far too long.
Let reason and logic have their way now,
They have worked well for people that I know.

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Moving On

When loved ones leave us whatever the cause,
Sometimes itís hard to let go, to move on,
Though we try in every way to do so,
And go through all the motions as before,
Things never seem to be quite right again;
Itís almost as if second best is all
Thatís left to give, and get; and thatís not fair
To anyone and everyone gets hurt.
But life goes on and one can never tell
Love might yet come-a-knocking at your heart.

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New Old Love

Who would have thought that after all this time
A former love would come into your life.
Bringing recollections of a past long
Gone,with the promise of a brand new start;
Do you dare to take hold of that sweet dream,
Create new memories for both of you,
Savour once again that elusive bliss
That seemed to hover just beyond your reach;
Maybe this time if happiness alights ,
She'll stay forever and not just a while.

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Sunday Morning

I went to Mass this morning, and hardly
Said a prayer so caught up was I with the
Children who were all around . The tiny
Girl with pink boots who made her mother stand
For most of the service, the little boy
Who when the time came to give the sign of
Peace, jumped on his big brother, almost threw
Him to the floor, the toddler who offered
Bits of what he was eating to those who
Sat behind him, after chewing it well.

And then there was the little girl who took
Off her shoes and danced to every hymn that
Was being sung. Unfazed by all of this
The cloistered nuns sang lustily, off key,
While Fatherís glorious voice boomed throughout the
Small chapel. And I found myself smiling
And thinking Ďtoday is going to be a
Good dayí . Then the Mass was over and I
Walked out into the brilliant sunshine, to
The little shop to buy a newspaper.

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Tears

"To every thing there is a season", but
Thereís no saying how long those seasons last:
And sometimes in the midst of tears we can
Find laughter, and vice versa; and while
Tears cleanse, and laughter helps to heal, time is
The gauze that fills our open sores, at least
Temporarily, until the wounds mend
From within and scab over; and if a
Scar remains, we must be careful not to
Pick it, for that could make it bleed again.

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They Said

He Said:

Love me as if each day were our last one,
Iíll never give you cause to doubt my love;
Come to me wheneíer your heart is burdened,
Let me be the place where you will always
Feel safe and cherished: Iíll be there for you.
Be my refuge when the world oíerwhelms me,
Be there to share my sorrow and my joy,
You have my word that I will do the same:
Give me your hand and take this walk with me
Together we can confront anything.

She said:

Reassure me that weíll stay together
Until the Gods decree our time has come,
And I promise that Iíll always love you,
Will never break the trust you place in me.
Shower me with tender words and touches,
Lend me a shoulder when I need to cry,
I will soothe your brow when you are troubled,
Be there for you in good times and in bad.
Take my hand Iíll make this journey with you,
Each one complete, but stronger when combined.

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What Is Love

If love is not more than the physical,
Then there are other words Iíd rather use,
For love engulfs the body, mind, and heart,
And makes two beings one, though separate;
For no one can complete me, except me;
No one can be my half, I must be whole;
For broken spirits glued together do
Not fit, and blister when the glue becomes
Undone; and then the distress that results
Outweighs the happiness that was enjoyed.

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Kathy Anderson

Broken From Within

Loud thoughts sit upon my shoulder for days
Chewing their way through fabric, skin and bone,
Going yaw for only a short lifetime
Till all that's left of my heart is broken.
I hear glass crunching underneath my feet
And oh, how it bleeds me with pure distain.
I'm scowing the bulk of my emotions
On too few dreams and too many others
Desires, ambitious for the almighty
Dollar, that steels greed and weakens my throw.

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Cloudy Spaces

All I can think of are higher dreams
As I place another tissue
In the waste basket of lost love,
Or is it no love requited?
If there are possiblities
Of lofty goals and feelings made
By heavenly rejoinders with
Celestial beings vapors,
The cirrus now know what passes
From space to earth can't stay the same.

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Fantasy

In your arms I'd float as in dreams
Making real seem like fantasy,
Lips unmet then meet gently sweet
With strawberry wine and passions
Sudden sweep, dancing into dark
Shadow's where we first thought of this.
Then slow caress of cheek on cheek,
Hands, too, take their slow dance to songs
We've never heard until midnight
And fire spiced our hearts pure desires.

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Fantasy For Two

Golden chest filled with spicey dreams
That contain this luxurious
Incense, are nothing of note
Compared to the treasure of sense,
The companion of higher love,
Sought for by the loftiest King
Or the lowliest poor peasant.
A caress of mind is as hands
Holding a cherished lovers face,
The harbor for their stormy crests.

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Fires In Time

So it seems time passes slowly
The thoughts we held, a sure sign
Of something more than lustful touch,
A caress of soul as eyes lock
And arms trace out lines of firey
Paths across skin, dewy and glow'd,
Our hearts beat to a red rhythm,
Syncronicity completes us.
Simplicity sings harmony
In our dance across satin sheets.

In front of the flames we'd linger,
For all of time enflames the hearth
Of loves and lovers, desires trance,
Entranced by passing slowly o'er
Coals left behind as warm embers,
So we'd remember how devine
Was our time in the suns shadows.
The twilight has come to claim us,
For we'd make the most of dusks hours.
To slay fires in heady kisses.

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Vaporous Stratus

Oh god, oh god, release thou me,
Make haste that Jupiter and
Venus leave not a trace of fate
Within the stratosphere of days,
That no prayer finds wing to attend
The mate dance of wind and waters.
This rain has no place on earths plane,
Only quick release of thunder
From a distant galaxies sun,
No way for sky to kiss my ground.

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Deborah Bell

A home cities loss for a son's win

With Buffalo buried in forgotten snows of winter,
It mattered not to me who won the war.
But hawks were flying while burdened with steel,
in teathers of errors and pierced by missles sent.
I cringed for blue yet longed for yellow towels
to twirl in wind so my boy could cheer his loudest.
And so it turned in winds that rustled firs,
with Steel the lance that brought the hawk to rest.
In twenty years of waiting, victory met my son
through salty sorrow tasted in Seattle.

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Monday Sunset

Though some prefer the bold of summer's red,
I could not help but love the lighter touch
of orange pressed so lightly 'pon the blue.
For after bleak gray skies and rainy days,
it seemed a promised spark, a brighter side,
a tempting of the revelry ahead.
It made me smile, a warming of the heart
in not a gasp of brilliance at the sky,
or leaps of heart in passion's deepest holds,
but simply warmed in faith by gentle sighs.

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On Losing Myself

A bud, ideal in veils of hidden dreams,
at once, in all its glory, opens forth.
To love you, meeting my desire to yours;
You sweep through me, so full of scent,
until in loving you I am consumed.
Exquisite moments seeking nothing more
than yielding up a treasure by submission.
In dreams I catch elusive threads of love
through fleeting glimpses, fiery parts in mist,
or is it love which catches me with truth?

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Rebound

Oh Gloria, my own delightful muse,
Who spurs me on to try past trembling feet;
To test the shores and walk among the gods.
They stand so tall, so strong upon the land
With teasing winds that ask upon my ear --
Just who are you? And, what is it you do?
And oh, my stubborn muse, she beckons me,
through cheerful smiles and ever teasing quips
to shake my branches at the laughing wind;
to come ashore, to come ashore and to begin anew.

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Gloria Carpenter

A Muse 1

A sonnetina uno, written in blank verse,
May actually be difficult, or worse,
For rhyming words are all I ever use
To entertain or mollify my muse.
She is a curious sort, this muse of mine,
Preferring to peruse, than rest, benign.
Why not make couplets, perfect little pairs
To hang together, twinly, for who cares...
Whatís that? My muse is whispering to me...
She wants to try the challenge set by T:

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A Muse 2

A sonnetina uno, written in blank verse
May not be quite as difficult to do
As trying to locate a rhyming word
In keeping with the message to be sent.
Companion to a coupletís waiting twin
Can often cause dilemma as to choice;
To see a form like this, relieves all doubt,
And liberates the muse to find her way,
Beyond those limits previously defined,
Unlocking her barred door, and setting free.

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Become

A thunderbolt proclaims supremacy,
Resounding, as the eyes of darkness pierce.
A moment split in stillness to conduct
a rage, unleashed from tempestís restless soul.
Awaken, half-dead things, and join the flight!
On wings, uplift once more before decay.
Absorb its freeing strength; inhale its power;
Connect again to unifying force.
Now, soar above in whirls of mountain white ~
Become this night, where dark and light are one.

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Forever, Now

We speak of love and loss in reminisce,
in pangs of bittersweet, remembering when.
With wistful thoughts, we linger with a sigh,
as loneliness, in shadow, trails behind,
still linked in chains of doubt. What might have been?
We speak of looking back and moving on,
through waves of keeping hold and letting go,
adrift, in hopes to hide or heal our hurt.
And so it goes, in cycle with the tide,
an undulating ride, beset by fears.

Alone, I walked upon the silvered sands,
my focus on the ridges underfoot.
As dusk began to fall behind the day,
I heard a gentle ocean call my name.
Awakening from reverie, I paused
to listen to the sound that soothes my soul,
a rhythm with a heartbeat of my own.
A glimmer caught my eye in shallow pools
and moved with me toward the waterís edge.
Tonight, the moon and I walked side by side.

I raised my eyes to see her smiling face.
She shone so clearly, showing me the way.
Inhaling breaths, infused with natureís song,
I laughed, in voice attuned with joy; I danced
with shadowlight; she never missed a step.
Aflow in liquid gown of rippled gold,
she stayed with me, until a fond farewell!
A wink from up above, reflects ~
a message sent with wisdom, to remind,
that all there is, is now. Forever, now.

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Morning's Peak

On breath of freshness, dawning slowly wakes,
with flush of dreams expelled in wisps of mist.
A dusky pink extending golden rays,
spreads forth towards the apex, gleaming white,
and there, in majesty, a crystal crown
returns a kiss as whispers raise a blush;
a glistening, as radiance unfolds,
reflected in prismatic glints, reborn ~
a wondrous sight to fill my eyes with joy.
How high the morning soars on wings of song.

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Song For Aloha

If I could play my saddest song for you,
I would, to try and reach your suffering.
I would play it gently, on softest breath,
a lullaby, to soothe your tender heart;
and if, perchance, a single note of mine
belonged with yours, together they would meld
into a chord of recognitionís pain.
Our song would weep, in sobs of overflow
until awash in tormentís depths of grief,
releasing passing woes to beautyís soul.

If I could ease your way from darkest gloom,
I would, to help you heal your sorrowing.
A note of hope, on strings of love, Iíd add,
to call your focus back to singing life.
Although anotherís path is never known,
the music often strewn with tones off-key
is heard upon the ear of all who breathe.
In mists that gather, heavier than sun,
above the tides of oceans tuned with tears,
our song could break and sweep those clouds away.

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Turmoil's Feast

An unexpected opportunity,
as seaweed hurled in catapulting shifts,
assaults the senses. Flung from ocean bed,
tenacious denizens still cling, with fright,
no longer tucked beneath in shallow graves.
On waves, a summons to indulge is sent,
a proffer of this windfall, turmoilís feast.
As roils of fin and feather join the fray,
upheaval serves a richness, natureís style ~
disorder of abundance, unforeseen.

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West Coast Weekend

And may I speak of love upon this sight,
As there is nothing else can reach me so.
I stand amidst this night of purest bliss
But never think that I stand here alone,
For I can feel a presence hold my hand,
And breathe with me in rhythmís wonderment.
I feel the strokes of sun's caressing touch
As if my eyes and lips were truly kissed .
This vision, then, of beauty, share with me,
Before this sheer magnificence departs.

An amber light now beckons from the trees ~
A call to me ~ return before the dark.
I settle by the fire in comfortís arms,
A sip of wine, a book, La Luna plays.
I slip into a softness, rest my head,
And drift between a rainbow sky and dreams.
I waken to the sound of rolling surf,
A surge of energy instills my being.
I see the wings of eagle as it lands,
And hear his morning call to me, so clear.

The day refills with nature's wildest show.
In sprays of pounding waves, she heaves and twists,
And sheltered on a ledge away from harm,
A flock of seagulls wait for sustenance.
It is the constant roll of thunderous roar
Replenishes within, the spirit flow.
Along the trails, no footfall leaves its mark,
For trees are bent by force to overlook,
And overhead, an eagle spreads his wings
To catch the eye on feathered majesty.

A cool, yet gentle mist begins to fall
To seal the edges of remembering.
Now time has set its clock for homeward run ~
Yet knowing a belonging, to return.
A day of work resumes, then home again.
But what is this? Where is my peaceful shore?
A stormy sea resounds with turbulence...
Magnificent! I race to sense its strength!
Perhaps the West has come to visit me ~
I hear the cry of eagles in the wind!

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Lorraine Dafney

Afternoon Shadow

Her shadow crossed his storefront everyday.
She never paused, or glanced once to notice,
The man inside who had fallen in love;
With this beautiful women he hoped to-
Share his life with, if he could just get her
Attention he would introduce himself.
His heart began to ache realizing
This is just a fools infatuation
Then one day as he was closing the store,
There she was just as he expected, real

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Evening Shadow

She was as real as a beautiful rose.
Throughout the years when she wasn't looking,
He'd sometimes just stare and wonder and think
How lucky he was to be in love with
Her, and to grow old together sharing
Everything; memories,hard times and good.
Over the years he sometimes still pictured
The shadow of her youth passing his store
Remembering his wish to just speak to
Her and now their evening shadows are one

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Forever Their Shadows

To see them holding hands each day, one would
Never guess their age, both can fool people,
With their youthful exhuberance and smiles.
Growing older together hasnít stopped
Their laughter, playing, or joking around.
Theyíve become each otherís shadows looking
For the other when one for a moment
Isnít in sight, theyíve become partners whoíve
Become inseparable following
Their shadows throughout time which are ageless

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Allura D

Balance

It seems to me a balance must be wrought,
perhaps the scales tipped neither left nor right;
where logic's bone and spirit's breath can blend,
one tempering, the other lending life.
So difficult to walk a narrow path
not yielding to emotion as it soars.
Yet when our wings for flight and freedom crave,
a measure of the drop would not be wrong.
When caution whispers softly in my ear
I pray I won't forget I've learned to fly.

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Sip, for Love is Sweet I

To you my friend the point I will concede;
those days when wiser heads should have prevailed,
when hope ruled high, when vision reigned supreme
and logic raised her voice, but seemed a lie.
The roses that I've pressed between each page
in truth are nothing more than flowers old,
like blossoms that have withered on the vine,
mere weeds and not the blooms that love foretold.
It is so hard to put the heart away
and hold the world in passionless embrace.

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Sip, for Love is Sweet II

Your eyes speak to me, beckoning me come
Across each line that lives apart have drawn.
A welcoming that sips then swallows whole
As breathlessly I enter your embrace.
Speak to me love, of days that never end
When time will not remain the foe it seems,
When we, together, walk each fragile road,
Our visions matched as deep harmonics fly.
But for this moment drink me down and in,
Consume me till we beat with just one heart.

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The Sweetest of All

Affection of the heart inflames the form,
A bourgeoning of each within the flesh;
There is no separation 'tween the two,
A binding of them both, where souls caress
Within each muscle tied as skin to bone.
Completion of a hunger lovers share,
To merge each morsel tenderly consumed.
Enveloped spirit nestles in embrace,
A state that few are ever blessed to know;
A deeper tie than love or lust alone.

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Kevin McKinney

A Drop In The Bucket

We are as raindrops condensed in a cloud
Of unknown height and our lives as the fall.
Enveloped in the misty unknowing
As our journey begins, we have no fear;
The clouds from which we formed are comforting;
We are surrounded by others like us,
Parading happily at a safe speed;
Pure, round, all flowing in one direction,
Unburdened by expectation or care;
Until we emerge from beneath the fog.

Between us and the ground may be fierce winds,
Flashing lightening and drastic temperatures;
And quickly, we're confronted by many
Contradictory sensations and thoughts.
We may be blown back up, only to freeze;
Or pass through warm layers and vaporized
Before we ever chance to meet the earth.
Merging with others, growing heavier
We may accelerate to frightening speeds
And begin to sense the passage of time.

Nearing the horizon, we may suffer
Dread over the types of terrestrial
Features we will encounter when we land.
Will we fall on tundra or rain forest;
On stoney mountain slopes or fertile plains?
Will we nourish food crops or only weeds?
Will we dissipate in barren deserts,
Or carve canyons through the land in great floods?
In a torrent of opportunities,
Will we catch a wave or be washed away?

We may not realise our potential
As we seek the way of least resistance;
Dripping through cracks, down gutters and gullies
Or glistening on the belly of a slug;
But when we finally seep through the ground
Into a stream that leads through a river
Into an ocean, we may soon become
Droplets again, rising back to the sky;
And if we shine as rainbows on the way,
We will always retain some captive light.

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As The Twig Is Bent

I came upon a book of photographs;
Fading, sepia toned, torn edges taped,
Corners glued in a loose chronology
Of mom and dad before they were married.
They were not the eldest of the children
In their families, but they raised younger ones
After the worldwide flu of '22.
Dad looked just like me; mom, like my brother.
My aunts and uncles as children, each look
So like my other siblings, it's scary.

I'm perched on a branch of a family tree
More intricately woven than I knew;
With deeper roots, more widely scattered seeds
And stories carved there that I had not heard.
I am brought to mind of a leaf that lies
On the forest floor as the thaw begins;
Of the color and life it gladly gave
To the new generation, soon to come,
Nothing is left, save this lovingly drawn
Map; its network like our lives' connections.

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Light Of Day

Oh where is dawn's promise, come up so bright?
Not long ago, we bartered it for blood,
Traded it for favors; now it seems gone
Amid shattered showplaces, powdered glass
And dying echos fading faint away.
How weary earth must be of listening
To the seriousness of the drill bit
We use to incise, 'Revenge!' on our bones.
No wonder her great complex dreams have passed
From light beauty into creeping shadows.

That light, diffused by clouds of avarice,
Affords little warmth, providing only
Feckless, slightly glaring illustrations
Of bravado and smug self righteousness.
Peel away the masks, fear is worse than death;
Though flawed humanity is on display,
Guilt by degrees implies some innocence;
Where there is room for gods to be jealous,
There is room for men to be arrogant;
In that case, who is charged with forgiving?

What could the great god possibly envy?
Potential; having realized his own,
His only release is to dream he's us!
A tired old man, resentful of youth,
God hides in flesh un-fortuned to forget
What he called himself before the darkened
Memory dream of birth abandoned him here.
So, set before us there are only two
Tasks; to remember who we always were
Upon awakening; and to rejoice!

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Manna

My eyes would not suffice to drink you in
Complete enough for sustenance my love.
Release one tear, and let it grace my hand,
Then shortly I would taste you on my tongue.
As quick as sunbeams propagate, that pearl
Would permeate the layers of my skin;
Thus flavored and embraced, time would dissolve
Our saturated vessels into one,
Incorporate the rhythms of our hearts
And stamp therein this feast of memories.

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Rare View Mirror

The genies are out of the bottles now,
And the butterflies float free of the silk;
The hands of time can no more be reversed
Than a flood be contained in a teacup.
A satellite by name must continue
In its orbit as if it be ordained
To troll its path again year after year;
In truth, it never passes one point twice!
And so you, who see your deliverance
In the past, only waste more precious time.

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Water Music

Some species of song like rattling rain
Or hymns of elation inhabits us;
A voice and rhythm distilled from the sea,
Carried like salt mist that flavors the air.
It rises on thermals, planes heaving swells,
Power dives and breaks all surface tension;
A siren's call to draw my drifting will
Away from isles of stony solitude
To your soft sloped shore, where the waves roll slow
And spare the footprints that we leave behind.

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Leny Roovers

A Dream

Last night my mum came in my dreams.
Sheíd been away in recent years,
had found her peace in death, rejoined
my dad. At first we went by car-
exchanged for bikes, quite suddenly.
She looked so youthful, I felt old,
more like her mother, than her child;
we chatted, as we pedaled on.

She seemed more happy in a way,
than I remembered her in life,
as lines, regret etched in her face,
were gone; she wore a halo filled
with light, exuding peaceful waves.
We stopped to have a rest, sat down
upon the grass, she took my hand-
"have faith, my daughter, donít give up,

but persevere to make your dreams
come true". I nodded, felt hot tears
well up and overflow my eyes.
I wondered what had brought her here,
she had been absent from my heart
so long- it was my dad, I thought of most
. I looked into her eyes, she smiled.
Waking up, my fever was gone.

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Migraine nightmare

In slow, persistent beats I feel my pulse-
it thumps against my temples, raining blows,
reverberates within my skull, I canít
escape the droning sound, Iím paralyzed.
Each movement brings an avalanche of pain,
Iím trapped, its weight is suffocating me
and breathing becomes burdensome- it burns
the insides of my struggling lungs, until
I stop to fight, surrender and let go.
Enfolded in white light, a nightmare dies.

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Yoga VII

In breathing, I inhale new energy-
it enters every limb, flows through my spine;
when I exhale, blue light enfolds my heart.
Iím centered in this light, awareness spreads
in rippling waves, sped on by each new breath;
I watch how tangled thoughts uncoil, drift free
from bonds and float like flower-boats on course.
My empty mind is boundless, it expands
in all directions, fed by blue-toned air;
with chakras now attuned, a rose may bloom.

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Ryter Roethicle

Another Fantasy

Strawberry wine and passion fed by you
In any dose at all would turn all my dreams
From their present fantasy, to delicious reality
Lips once gently met as gentle virgin sweet
Would turn simple wine and passions to mundane
Savoury tasting of musky flavours of the flesh
And their sudden sweep, into nocturnal dancing
Where dark shadows are created by lovers
Whose slow caress create in turn their dance
To songs of fire spiced by our hearts pure desires.

Inspired by Kathy

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Bigger by Little

Consider your words and where are they are from.
We each are different and yet we share our thoughts
And in this sharing we grow each day better for it.
Unlike some who take we do not leave a space
But rather add some more and all grow better for it.
My place is not to teach but learn like you
My spirit needs to grow like yours, together we learn.
Each day for me is a treasured path laid by you all.
In your growth there is mine also, and I am better
Because you chose to learn with me.

Inspired by Maryse

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Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Before we met I fell in love, and gave
My heart and soul to one promising to be true
To her alone. Not knowing or caring what fate
Had in store, I love her still and always will.
We shared so much, and loved awhile so well,
Then fate led me to hell and left me alone.
Forever cognisant of the past, the time has come
To move on, and those memories will ever last
Finally with someone else Iíll sing my song
And leave the Boulevard of Broken dreams.

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Clay of Life

Like you, and you, and you, each life is clay
Your hands must mould and shape this clay
That fate has flung upon this wheel of life.
Move and dig your fingers as it spins and spins
Press in, feel it, firm it, watch it, form it.
Then fire the kiln, the clay will dry and see
The shape that you have made of life
Is it a work of art, fit to paint and glaze?
Is it a cup or jug to enjoy life's rich wine,
Or just an ashtray to stub out butts?

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Crying Room II

Look back and think could it be me I wonder
Do not be smug and sneer for life has a way
To level even the tallest, and bring them down.
Cry, cry, and wash away all that pain.
But remember whatís washed away leaves a hole
And that must be filled and not ignored
Or brushed aside because itís all too hard.
In time Fate has a way of paying back
And levelling the score, and if you cheat
She will know, and then you will learn to weep.

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Dance to a Different Hum

Imagine a meeting within a shady grove,
Where eucalyptus flourishes, and shimmers.
Casting in that groves are shady shadows,
And a many thousand spearing lights
That pierce their way through the leaves
Finally to crash down on the earth below.
The creatures within, dance through light beams
Revelling in the warmth and the life giving streams
Passing in return, the pollen and other gifts
To the sound of humming and winged rhythms.

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Fleur de Truth

With the burst of morning the flowers open
Each dewy petal catches and reflects the sun.
The scent leaks out attracting its insect army
Bees arrive following their indiscriminate paths
Sequentially pollinating, trading, gathering
Until afternoon when shadows gather again.
An aromatic silence arrives to take its shift
As in the coolness of the eve the petals close.
Their day is done and met the task assigned
And at last blessed sleep is their reward.

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Foggy Windows

Look out of the window misted with love
You are not there and still they mist up so.
Then I realise that the mist is in my eyes
Salty tears reminding me of days and nights
Spent laughing and happily fogging windows.
I know reading this your windows will mist also
Eyes that are already wet, will fog in absence
The time will go slowly, each minute an hour.
When we meet again the time will fly too fast
As if to make up for the time lost whilst apart.

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Love is Sweet

Ah but love were just an intoxicating drop
Instead it behaves more like the giving of a soul
Which we do so willingly, expecting nothing
Yet inwardly wishing everything in return.
One touch is more that is expected or demanded
And in turn keeps love so pure and so ideal.
In return a look inflames the senses, creating
A desire that pure love can never hope to achieve,
And instead finally requires the circles completion
With the giving in to lust and carnal desire.

Inspired by Allura

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Not So Sweet

I feel this affection with my mind and being.
You rule my heart with the thought created.
My mind no longer master of my body
I must succumb to your every whim and desire
And I must admit no poorer for it.
Drive my thoughts, my desires to yours, enmache.
What will be the fruits I wonder, and do you care?
Or do you care not, and just freely cast out lures
like fly paper in a dark and dusty shop I know,
And I have become another one of your victims

Inspired by Allura

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Political Manquť

Rictus faced clowns dripping falsehood and mockery
Amuse the children of the damned and dead.
Criminally insane in a mockery of theatre and mime
Harangue us with a barrage of broken promises
And rain down festering promises and wilting hope
Offering us petal-less flowers and wilting dreams.
Madness, and the subterfuge of insanity is our shelter,
But offers only temporary relief because of economics.
All too soon developers will build skyscrapers over us
And seal our dreams forever in concrete bunkers.

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Second Best

Second best is never ever the suit that wins
When fate deals her blows, instead dress the wounds
And ice the bruises, and move on at first painfully.
For in time the wound will heal or the muscle ease
And we will be all the better for the pain.
The second time we will remember the first
With advantage in our minds good or bad
And with time it will grow against all truth.
The reasons or the path we chose will ever be right
For all we need to do is think, and wait and see.

Inspired by Maryse

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Time To Close

I decided tonight that I will fly no more,
My feet will stay planted firmly on the ground.
My heart is no longer set on foreign forays
Where mind is tired from analysing what is said
And correctness of speech in alternate tongues.
I know that man is a fool and an eternal optimist
Who believes what he says, but deviate minds
Read into things and put slants where level exists
Converting truths because of previous lies told.
I know itís time to close the Hanger Doors.

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Touch of a friend

We act like passing strangers drinking coffee
One long white for you and a black with two for me.
We sit and talk and pretend, not saying anything,
Our eyes lock constantly, but hide our feelings.
We smile and avert our gaze and go back to drinking
Our tiffin and obey the stupid rules we'd made
And now too proud or too pig-headed to give in.
Playing out our charade, through a wall we drew
So that our meeting, our desire and our forbidden love,
Is such that can never be known to the world.

II

Once again the clock says its time when we must part
And here comes that feeling so deep inside my heart.
Suddenly, as we rose slowly, you touched my arm
Giving me that once familiar feeling of warmth.
Comfort and love is there with no promises given
Mere presence will suffice as our love has arisen
You broke through the barrier and reached out to me
Your touch of love given, honest and freely.
I walk to the counter once more to pay our bill
Watching in the mirror as you walk away for good.

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Soni Tina

Be Mine, Desirous One

A victim of love? Would fate be so kind?
Would I have cause to care if it were so?
Nay, I would lapse into delirium,
Fair lost in waves of fevered ecstasy.
Desirous one, an image haunts each day,
Each night, languishing, intent on love for thee
. I am lost! Prithee, take my hand and lead,
Before my soul is rent undone. Be mine,
For mortals such as I, may fade to dust,
Like any fragile petal cast away.

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Not So ... Be Kind

A victim of love? Would fate be so kind?
Would I have cause to care if it were so?
Nay, I would lapse into delirium,
Fair lost in waves of fevered ecstasy.
Desirous one, an image haunts each day,
Each night, languishing, intent on love for thee.
I am lost! Prithee, take my hand and lead,
Before my soul is rent undone. Be kind,
For mortals such as I, may fade to dust,
Like any fragile petal cast away.

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Sasha Walker

Not So ... Be Kind

A victim of love? Would fate be so kind?
Would I have cause to care if it were so?
Nay, I would lapse into delirium,
Fair lost in waves of fevered ecstasy.
Desirous one, an image haunts each day,
Each night, languishing, intent on love for thee.
I am lost! Prithee, take my hand and lead,
Before my soul is rent undone. Be kind,
For mortals such as I, may fade to dust,
Like any fragile petal cast away.

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Woman, to his Touch

Where once the midnight rain refused to fall
Now dost the smiling moon bid them to lay
A dance of fire-tongue-skin in tribal mink
in earthy tones of autumns promised kiss
she sang in velvet; woman, to his touch
peeled open to the sky, their naked souls
and licked his midnight right between the stars
to touch the shadow silk of born embrace
she milks the moon, to spill his secret song
then opens up the sky, as midnight falls.

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Allura and Ryter

To The Table, Come Love

Beloved, if I were to ask you in,
An invitation never lightly tossed,
You'd step across the threshold on your own;
No victim, but an equal, as am I,
We both would face the other fairly matched-
No offered sugar cube to lure you near.
So love for love, in heart and hand rejoice,
and be completely held and welcomed home.
The banquet fully laid and then consumed,
to satisfy and nourish every need.

To The Table Step I

If you were to ask me in, I would not refuse
Perish the thought that I would turn away
For have I not desired thee for a long time?
I need no sugar cube, or barley twist to lure me.
Rather offer me thy lips that I may kiss at will
Rare vintage wine should taste so well as thee.
Let me drown in thine eyes a while or two
While I wrap thee in my arms and hold you close.
It would be a banquet to feast on your charms
And I know leave the Heavens awanting more.

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Gloria and Ryter

Lovers Question

How long is it since we learned to fly?
One night so long ago I held and kissed you
And knew from that moment on that I would
Hold you and kiss you again and again and again.
Now all foolish thoughts will leave the scene
So together we may ascend on winged thought
And look down and pity other poor mortals
Whoís love will neír teach them flight like ours.
The sun will bless and welcome our love each morn
And the stars will be our playground each night.

No Question

How long is it since we learned how to fly?
Can timelessness be measured in a breath?
Or captured in the beating of a heart?
Our wings outstretch all mortal boundaries,
Ascending higher than the fledge of day.
We brush the tips of moon and sunlit dreams
In scintillation, as new stars are formed.
Our playground is an iridescent whirl,
Revolving to the music of the night ~
All thoughts of time dispersed, with just one kiss.

Wings Cast Aside
Calm is the sky since we learned to fly
In time just like a mote in the eye of God,
As now our wings have been cast aside
No longer needed since our spirits became one
And gave us freedom to soar at will where ere
We chose to go, our joint spirits melding
With the very stuff that becomes the universe.
There is no time there is no place we cannot go
For you transport me there at will each night
And with the dawn again our spirits fly.

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