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2007 Form Challenges
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| Type I This Sonnetina form comprises of two quatrains and a couplet (Three Stanzas). The normal sequence is two quatrains and then a couplet, (One stanza short of a Shakespeare), giving a rhyme scheme of a. b. a. b. c. d. c. d. e. e. . In the example below Ryter chose the Shakespeare format which means the meter should be Iambic Pentameter.
In the example below Ryter uses two envelope quatrains and a rhyming couplet, giving a rhyme scheme of a. b. b. a. c. d. d. c. e. e.. The meter here can be Tetrameter, Pentametr, or Syllabic
There is however the mini-Dorn to consider also, this variation consists of a quatrain, a couplet and then a closing quatrain. (Dorn uses sestets instead of quatrains). The two forms of quatrain used previously but with the couplet setting a counterpoint with the first one instead of being used as a closure giving a rhyme scheme......... a. b. a. b... c. c... d. e. d. e. . or.......... a. b. b. a.... c. c... d. e. e. d.
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Sonnetina Tre
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Sonnetina Tre
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Maryse AchongHe made me laugh so much some times I’d cry, But there were times he made me unhappy. Later in retrospect I wondered why I under-rated the value of ‘me;’ But since I have remembered what I’m worth, I’m smiling and my world is bright again. I count my blessings and there is no dearth Of them, they’re pouring down on me like rain. I walked a tight rope but I did not fall, And I am feeling good and standing tall. ----- Campaign Trail Election time has rolled around again, The candidates are on the hustings now, Only two more weeks left before we stain Our fingers, and I listen as they vow To do wonderful deeds for the country; And some of them are genuine I know, Their hearts in the right place they hope to see An end to all the games, the ’pappyshow.’ I’ll cast my vote come November the fifth And pray that ‘good will out’ is not a myth. ----- Double Trouble I must admit they’ve brought me happiness, Though there are times I feel I want to scream For when they’re on the loose they make a mess, Together they are quite a daunting team! Marble turns into a menace, growling, Tawny into a yapping tornado, As exhausted I look at them, scowling, And threaten them that they’ll soon have to go. They look at me in wide eyed innocence Whilst my Mum jumps quickly to their defence. ----- Eid Mubarak Eid Ul Fitr the Holy Holiday That marks the end of Ramadan, is here, And though I am not Muslim still I pay Homage to this, their special time of year. Come tomorrow my friend will be sending Or bringing loads of tasty Indian food, And like it has been for years unending, We always welcome it, that’s understood. Our similarities we celebrate, The differences we respect, tolerate. ----- Quiet Time I close my eyes and meditate on You, On all the things You represent to me; And I am filled with calm and strength anew, As all my troubles slip away gently. My spirit soars and I’m revitalized, Ready to face whatever lies ahead, And though I count on this I’m still surprised, At just how easily my cares are shed. You said “Come to me and I’ll give you rest,” I put this promise daily to the test. ----- Steal of a Deal An offer which I’m sure you won’t resist, Two healthy pups with so much love to give, I’d keep them for myself if they’d desist From chewing everything, it seems they live To destroy; but this is a give-a-way; I’ll add their toys, their milk their puppy chow, Just look at them, you only have to say The word, they’re yours, you can take them right now. Just a daydream that lasted a short while, They stare at me, I’m sure I see them smile. ----- Showtime Laugh even though you might be filled with rage, And harder when you think your heart will break; Remember that the world is one big stage, Though acting never is a ‘piece of cake;, Yet still we have to realize the show Will go on whether it suits us or not, And so the sooner that we come to know And accept this, the better chance we’ve got. Laugh loud, it is good medicine they say, It’s guaranteed to keep the blues away. back to list |
Lorraine DafneyAt times life can present many mysteries Especially when your not expecting one It makes you contemplate yesterday's simplicities For the current status of the world, is a far cry from fun In silence you begin to recall happier moments When life was so uncomplicated and sweet Without wars to worry about or opponents Just yourself humming a tune walking down a street So next time life catches you unexpectedly Remember hope brings smiles that make life lovely back to list |
Peggy NelsonLooking at strangers disguising their love in eyes Foolish desires, no longer healthy, a diseased surprise Listening for a gentle kiss, a taste as lightly as the bee Can he that loves ask less than one, will love garnish freely? Looking, listening, thinking about loving feelings as art I wonder, will he be skillful at handling a delicate heart? Love once done, shall it be done again for many days? Thinking and relishing love once givin’ and expressed To feel loves emotions unexpectedly; why be perplexed? Once more with feelings, I be taken or will I fly away? ----- Come Take Me My Knight Your soul has always touched my trembling needs More than ever, my heart aches for your caring touch Your loving words of sentiments fulfill my wanting needs, Touched my lonely soul with your growing velvet touch Nothings more important than to touch you and please you your voice calls to my desires, your whispers block all fears Let me cradle you in my secret world of love I have for you Come my knight; as our hearts nearness savor our sears Come let me tell you what you need to hear, today; tonight Let’s give each other the sun, the moon and stars; my knight ----- Life’s Road Each day a new adventure Down life’s unlocked road Will it be rich with pleasure? Are discomfort be the load? Will life’s road be full of gold? What will life impart each day? What will come of old roads? Will exhilaration be at liberty today? Each day continues until the day we die Hopeful life’s road will bring solace by and by ----- Our Love Many moments we’ve pressed softly In the embrace of our realities dance Loving Reality intervenes graciously And more moments are set in a trance Sweetly serene movements linger within Carrying tender love to our highest heights Poetic whispers of words vibrate and love wins The admiration of our loving truth sparks bright Sincerity unlocks the doors of our enduring hearts Refreshing our friendship and letting true love start ----- The Sunsets Shadows We’re alone in the sunsets shadows In arrays of this nights darkness Peering quietly out the windows Seeing city lights casting shadows harshness Amusement of the strange shadows reaching out Touching, interlocking with other shaded areas Before the sunsets and dims the roads route Our conversion of sunset shadows, causes hysteria On this night, drapes are drawn and the shadows gone from view; moods changed to passions meow back to list |
Ryter RoethicleI look at the specks of stardust above. Bright pinpoints of heavenly light. Should I gather some in faint hope of Adding to and improving times flight? Will those bright specks of heavens dust Slow the speeding time of togetherness, Or in times apart find this is so unjust And oil the slowing wheels of absence. The heavens cleared left only darkness My desire left other loves in Distress. ----- Reality Bites Nine year old soldier with wooden sword Backwards balanced steps, lead to the door Holds his breath, pretence of silent horde Whence he returns to schoolboy once more. Outside he dreams in mountains of snow But dreams with school bell are soon dashed Gone for a while our helm’d Viking hero Myths and lore and dragons are squashed. Now maths, and English must take their place And our young hero, show a different face. ----- Reflections BLINDNESS has made me look into myself. Janice Taylor, Para-Olympian We are all reflections of each other, We are unique yet something more. Some images of Father, some of Mother To find ourselves we must explore. Oft’times we think we know each other Because we think we know ourselves. With friendship like sister or brother Layered in types like books on shelves. Others wish they could be who we are, When in reality we are very similar. ----- Unison The morning breaks and lovers stir once more The dawn chorus calls out, “Wake up, wake up”. Then once more lovers kiss and spirits soar As on loves rich feast they again will sup. Perfume of love, like silver springs is flowing And golden touches arouse feelings once again. Feelings now familiar as their love is growing, Make them aware things can never feel the same. For love is two souls that in time merge into one And can ne’er be separate once it has begun. ----- Values With time feelings grow and once good friends Begin to know other feelings and a once smiling look Takes on a serious aspect, with a reluctance to end What was once a more pleasant task easily forsook. For such is love, and meeting is a most pleasant task, Whilst looks and touching even more pleasant still. To abide for a short time is not too great an ask And pray that time for a while will stand still. Within this time feelings will grow even more And from this the greater seeds of love will pour. back to list |
Leny RooversDetaching outward senses one by one, I search the inner shrine to lay down strife; as active mind slows down till thoughts are gone, my heart finds rest in peaceful spirit's life. Soft glow of mantra's sun leads me within, it rises from my center, frees my soul, envelops my still body in light's skin; in silence I'm united and made whole. As contemplation builds a bridge to You, I see the path I'm longing to pursue. ----- My friend the fridge My friend the fridge is watching over me, he keeps me safe when things get out of hand, prevents my falling overboard at sea- returns me safely to a promised land. As crested waves of love draw me off shore, white surf takes me far out on wilder rides; my lips are touched by salty sprays galore, till sleep leads me away to gentler tides. My friend the fridge stands guard for me all night, till sun takes over and returns our light. -----  Reflections III When ancient mantra’s words weave sentient threads, my mind’s eye rests amidst their beaded strings; within, a deep awareness blooms and spreads, while in my heart the voice of silence sings. As golden strands are twined, strength is combined until an anchor chain of prayer stands taut- each drifting thought is gathered from the mind, till ripples on soul’s lake are brought to naught. The silver smoothness of clear water’s face reflects a perfect moon, beaming with grace. ----- Reflections IV Should wings of butterflies’ insistent touch be seen as token of emerging love? Or does my balanced centre tell as much or more, of what grows in my heart thereof? Uncertainty’s anxiety abates as warmth and tenderness comfort my soul. Shared memories anticipate new dates where deeper love might be our future goal. For now I’ll trust the spreading glow within- the smile I feel shines deeper than my skin. ----- Witness I am a witness to the birth of thought that drifts like snowflakes in grey winter skies. Each thought-form in its crystallized disguise may either melt or harden as it’s wrought. The soft and selfless ones will thaw on touch, they’ll run as water, smoothening my path; the selfish ones though, harden by my wrath- till once again I’ll fall into their clutch. I choose to analyze my thoughts at birth, in order to assess what they are worth. back to list |
Dinah SerritelliSend us your plastic, cheque or hidden cash Between you and our loving God we stand, With our help and your monetary stash We guarantee that Heaven’s where you’ll land. The lonely in front of the TV sit, Whilst Media Ministry bends their ear, So they send their offerings bit by bit, To feed their need and so reduce death’s fear. Sad...for there is no mediator need For every one of us His Son did bleed. ----- Names So many who are nameless in my mind, A once in a while image I do see, And though I try to place them I just find They were of no real importance to me. Then there are others who scream out their name, I remember them and I wonder why. The knowledge of them brings me down with shame, To say otherwise would be just a lie. Then there are those etched so deep in my heart, ‘tis these I hang on to…ne’er will I part. back to list |
Nicola WynterCan't think of one clever thing To say, not words to make tight The lasso of my souls heart strings And bring poetry to light, For in the light shadows fall No matter how long the days, The night rules shadow lands ways. Those who live in the sunshine Burn, die, are buried in time. ----- Poets Only Grow Old Is there any hope for a poet Or a mime in the streets to find some bread, To eat or to spend all at once, blow it; All at once, blow it, make all the lines red? All the numbers are red, too, strawberry Jam on your hands, messing up your true life, Your true calling never found, like sherry In a bottle destined for ocean reefs. The message is clear here and round the world Is heard that poets only grow old. back to list |
Maryse AchongMy faith is like a muscle which if used Frequently, stays in good shape and works well; It is a potent remedy, helps quell Fears that sometimes assail me, leave me bruised; But if it is neglected or ignored, Or only called on as a last resort, There’ll come the day when I may come up short, And that is something I cannot afford. I nurture it and try to keep it strong, Or run the risk of losing it ere long. back to list |
Peggy NelsonWe know in time the sunshine will rise Bringing warmth with sun golden rays In brilliant illuminated colorful arrays Shining down and warming lovers arise Today painted in water colored hues Filling love with wholehearted remains Twilight comes our love dreams sustains Filling hearts with stars twinkling residues Quickly Tomorrow dampens, casting goals unmet Will memoirs be lost in the galaxy or will love be set? ----- Incognito Incognito with my new cool cat shades I lay wanting no one to read the poetry in my eyes Wondering why men are so full of cheap lies Soaking up the sun, sneaking peeks of men at play Such boldness they are, to tell the truth, as I see All the men, flaunting by in those speedo pants Me thinks, I’ll give them some loving love chants soon I’ll whisk one away. when I play in the sea There he is swimming in the sea; with nothing on Swimming nude with a new lover, I laid eyes upon ----- Road of Despair Another homeless soul lies still in life’s road Malnutrition, hopeless; thinking booze is the cure No home, no help with no comfort, what will accrue? People glance, shake their heads, all thoughts erode One last meal, one last dream of horror depressed All pleasurable thoughts have withered away A road unstable and another poor life strays No home, no family, no doctors, no friends to attest Deeply scared, wounded lying in the dirt, no one cares With a can of rotting food his mind is mindlessly bare back to list |
Ryter RoethicleStep this way he said Touching her bare shoulder As he led her to the bed Each touch becoming bolder. He took her again and again She let him have his way Smiling knowing he would pay And with release he felt the pain The end justified the sin As her venom took life from him. ----- The Glass is Broken The glass is broken time stands still I need the time to rush by so fast Still it dithers and minutes last Sand can no longer the bottom fill No need to rush, time I must kill. I’m forced to capture what has past Why is time so poorly miscast Its cruelty stands against my will In a time that’s less than miniscule When next we meet see it overfill. ----- My Wings My wings have covered the tapestried earth Seen the shot blue silk of the southern sea With the world below in my apogee And flown so high as to see the sun give birth. My wings have ridden the silken morn Flying where birds can never be Over which I rule all that I see Under Cancer and Capricorn. My wings have covered the silent world And watched the earth as it unfurled. ----- Questions of Life And how must we greet the morn Are you part of my fates schemes? I came to you because of dreams Will my dreams now fit the dawn? Travellers met on life’s path tossed Join together and share our load You now walk with me on my road Or just that our lives have crossed? Towards Nirvana together we climb Knowing this life is a day in time. back to list |
Leny RooversWhen muscles stretch into each well-known pose, my mind retreats to deeper layers within; still drifting thoughts soon lose their outward spin, deep peace is rising with my thornless rose. Each movement is an offered prayer to Thee, on every breath released my soul draws near- rejoicing in Thy presence I hold dear; detachment of the senses sets me free. My body gladly follows its routine, my soul rests in the spaces found between. ----- Headache II I'm caught within a spider's web of pain. I tried to flee within my silent core, yet couldn't quite escape the angry roar of bees now buzzing deep inside my brain. Each spot they stung is throbbing in my bones and though they're bound to die without their stings, I still can hear a frantic wail of wings- discordant with my plea of whimpered moans. I want some medicine that stills the drills- where is the promised magic of these pills? ----- Memories Onto the canvas of my mind you brushed with boldly coloured strokes your deeds and name. Your touch revived my body- since aflame; my thoughts still dwell on climaxes, now hushed. As autumn trees show off in russet tones, our passion’s glowing embers burn anew; competing with the outside blushing hues, sweet mem'ries flush my skin in echoed moans. Into the books of Time we wrote our song- composed in harmony, will it prove strong? ----- Morning When Morning wakes and peeps through curtains closed, she tickles blending skin with golden touch; then smiles as lovers stir from sleep’s warm clutch- her light plays on still glowing limbs exposed. Contented sighs drift up in harmony, hands search, then meet and hold their new-found twin; on Morning’s kiss, eyes open, smiles begin as Day awaits new lovers’ ecstasy. In Night’s embrace sweet passion’s dream was shared; souls merged as secrets of the heart lay bared. ----- My Promised Land I’m walking in a gallery of dreams, each room is filled with images of thought; some hewn in granite, born from harsh distraught, while others smile, in watercoloured beams. My mind made countless chambers through the years, each shows my struggles and acceptance reached; on painted canvas, carved in marble bleached, defying, then surrendering my fears. Within this temple of past lives I stand- I’m on the threshold of my promised land. ----- Witness I am a witness to the birth of thought that drifts like snowflakes in grey winter skies. Each thought-form in its crystallized disguise may either melt or harden as it’s wrought. The soft and selfless ones will thaw on touch, they’ll run as water, smoothening my path; the selfish ones though, harden by my wrath- till once again I’ll fall into their clutch. I choose to analyze my thoughts at birth, in order to assess what they are worth. back to list |
Nicola WynterOh the nausea of it all, the pain That spreads from crown down to hollow eyes Which throb and ache to the drumbeat of sighs When I recognize the tune, it refrains, Then drenches my head like a hot tide pool In the noonday sun where no mercy comes, Only naked heat boiling inside some Cauldron of lava where I can't find cool. Just never ending pain riddling days With sluggish fears in mind, cant' find new ways. ----- Sunset Way There is a pale yellow moon in the sky Above a hazy purple horizon, Clouds glowing from within, bright pink-gold sun Showing an artist at work cares not why. It's the path chosen that matters the most And how the colors you paint run or blend, Sometimes bright or darkened shadows lend Leng6th in the noons hour, time then slows Though you know your path continues to flow. back to list |
Peggy NelsonBefore the calls come by scores; by telephone Few silent moments which I could not be attacked the day comes in with quests that are stacked Quite moments to breathe, to think, to be alone Will love seep into visions of a starry night And still the road I elapsed on with a fight? Whatever the wild winds blow in and bring My attention turns to a harden grey stone Placed on the rough road for this soul alone I’ll bring back memories of songs to sing. back to list |
Ryter RoethicleWhen I lost her, I could not cry real tears, And yet my pain was no less great for it. But men do not cry, or worst still show their fears, Instead they pretend, and bury it all in a pit. The Aussie way, down the pub with a gang of mates. Eventually, the light goes on common sense awaits Or worse still are made to wake up to the truth. But the cloud of alcohol can make emotions dense In preferring still the Carlton United booth Where amber fluid simply aids the pretence. ----- Birds Birds like children dance and play in the grass And I am locked here inside a glassy frame Listening to the birds and their raucous game Running this uninspired technical class. I envy the ordinary birds, they seem so alive, With their morning joy as we merely survive. I believe if I were a bird I would become sane Able to feel the pleasure of beautiful things Like their joy of flight and the freedom to sing, Taken for granted by mans impatient brain. ----- Deceit Have you ever walked in empty streets, After the night has conquered the day? Each measured step, took you a special way, And yet there was no way you could retreat. What’s the purpose of having emotion, When we’re just cast out on fates ocean, Further away from where you felt complete, Questioning the will that led you astray, Is there an author of a greater play, In which you were the victim of deceit? ----- Futility My insomniac dreams are so hollow For my day has been spent in a morass, Of muddy minded students that pass Like the unhappy North winds that follow. They pass not on merit, but on exercise With reluctant drills on the hardly wise. Where is that glimmer or lively spark That places the engineering gal or gent Into the ranks considered intelligent, And finally takes them out of the dark. ----- Kaptive The sun shines in though the classroom window Outside I hear birds and children as they play A young girl is screaming like a petulant Jackdaw Making me wish more for the end of this day. I can see my students wince as they do their test From that incessant screaming there is no rest. Then suddenly a heavy silence fills the scene, Mums have arrived and the stage is now bare. Avian life feeds on scraps fallen on the green It’s far from stressful, and I wish I was there. ----- Rain The black rain runs down without cessation I try to ask the storm the secrets of life Seeing lightning strike like a glittering knife Stabbing the Earth, unafraid of retaliation Nature’s voice speaks out as droplets turn, Once meek streamlets now swirl and churn. And as such answers this mans calling, “Listen, the riddle of life is in the sound Of just one worthless man's tears falling Times the years of them striking the ground”. back to list |
Leny RooversAround me sleeping people sneeze and snore; plane's engines drone beyond my wakeful mind, vibrating through each hollow in slow grind. As seatbelt lights flash on, my head feels sore. Long flight suspends real life during its course- it offers time to contemplate your source. Elimination of what I am not, eventually will leave Me standing tall; each incarnation draws me to Your call- at last I'll know again what I forgot. ----- Viruses As sinuses fill up with mucous muck and pressure on my eyes prevents clear thought, I recognize what once again I’ve caught: I failed to ward off viruses- they struck. So now I’m stuck indoors with handkerchiefs, in writing poetry, I find relief. My outdoor plans I had to put on hold, on canceling my dates, I’ve turned inside to use once more the time this cold provides, to shed old pain within Your loving fold. back to list |
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