2007 Form Challenges
#15 Sonnetina Tre

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.
Not Cursed

Would that we should love as if in spring,
For though the fast approaching fall is nigh
And we no longer winsome child offering
Our innocence, and letting out with naďve sigh.

'Sted with mature thought and experience of loss
We assemble neath a bower and tremble as at first
For each love is new and on life's wheel is tossed
And only with time should we think of it as cursed

For each love, each time, we should give our all
And eye to eye, hand in hand approach the fall.

Ryter Roethicle
Type II

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
Vampire Moon

Mine is not to pursue, nor is it to entice,
But realise a realm exists not of man
Where life is not measured in your span
And drinking human blood will suffice.

Hear the subtle beat of leathered wings
And see the silhouette against my light.
Too late, you have ventured in the night
For up here I can see what misery it brings.

Looking down after I see an empty shell
One more soul is added to the ranks of Hell.

Ryter Roethical
Type III

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.
Shivers

In the blackest night of twisted dreams
On a wrought iron holder black and bent.
There is the melted wax of candles spent
Now feel the paralysis of silent screams.

There! Shadows where no light shone
Feeling isolated and all alone!

Shivers now this hot summer eve
That makes webs of midnight lace
For there are certain dreams we weave
That reflect upon a sleeping face.

Ryter Roethical
In the example above can be seen an example of both types of quatrain in this way giving three more alternatives to this form.


Sonnetina Tre

(Type I) Challenge Replies



Maryse Achong

Balancing Act
Campaign Trail
Double Trouble
Eid Mubarak
Quiet Time
Steal of a Deal
Sunday Afternoon

Lorraine Dafney

When Your Smiling

Peggy Nelson

Be Taken
Come Take Me
Life's Road
Our Love
Sunsets Shadows

Ryter Roethicle

Just a Simple Act
Reality Bites
Reflections
Unison
Values

Leny Roovers

Contemplation
My friend the fridge
Reflections III
Reflections IV
Witness

Dinah Serritelli

Media Ministry
Names

Nicola Wynter

Burning In Time
Poets Only Grow Old


Sonnetina Tre

(Type II) Challenge Replies



Maryse Achong

Excercing Faith

Peggy Nelson

Gateway to Love
Incognito
Road of Despair

Ryter Roethicle

Black Widow
Glass is Broken
My Wings
Questions of Life

Leny Roovers

I Rest In Thee
Memories
Morning
My Promised Land
Reflections IV
Witness

Nicola Wynter

Le Mal
Sunset Way


Sonnetina Tre

(Type III) Challenge Replies



Peggy Nelson

Rough Roads Of Life

Ryter Roethicle

Aussie Way
Birds
Deceit
Futility
Kaptive
Rain

Leny Roovers

Contemplations II
Viruses



Type I



Maryse Achong

Balancing Act

He 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Lorraine Dafney

When Your Smiling

At 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

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Peggy Nelson

Be Taken Or Be Flying Away?

Looking 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?

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Ryter Roethicle

Just a Simple Act

I 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Leny Roovers

Contemplation

Detaching 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Dinah Serritelli

Media Ministery

Send 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.

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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.

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Nicola Wynter

Burning in Time

Can'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.

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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.

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Type II



Maryse Achong

Exercising Faith

My 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.

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Peggy Nelson

Gate Way To Our Love

We 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?

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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

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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

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Ryter Roethicle

Black Widow

Step 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Leny Roovers

I Rest In Thee

When 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.

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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?

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Nicola Wynter

Le Mal

Oh 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.

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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.

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Type III



Peggy Nelson

Rough Roads Of Life

Before 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.

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Ryter Roethicle

Aussie Way

When 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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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”.

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Leny Roovers

Contemplations II

Around 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.

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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.

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