2008 Form Challenges
#10 Pantoum

The Pantoum was originally a Malaysian form of poetry, but was adopted and adapted by the French and became very popular with them, Fouinet, Hugo and Baudelaire, being amongst the foremost users of this form. The French liked it probably because of the way the quatrains were linked to each other, making it similar to existing French forms.

The rhyme pattern is as follows; A1, B1, A2, B2, ... B1, C1, B2, C2, etc, the last stanza being Z1, A2, Z2, A1, note the reversal of the final repeat couplet thus completeing the circle.

Unlike most of these strict repeating forms if we retain the original Malaysian format, there is no set stanza count, syllable count, or need for the last stanza to repeat back to the first. This makes the Pantoum ideal for narratives that demand repetition or emphasis. The French tend to use an eight syllable count and repeat back to the first stanza. Here is a Malaysian example:

Claire de Lune

The moonlight shines on singing waters
A chorus repeated by humming stones
In a composition of competing meters
Bringing peace to my stressed bones.

A chorus repeated by humming stones
Under the light of a strawberry moon
Bringing peace to my stressed bones,
It's not hard for souls to become attuned.

Under the light of a strawberry moon
Two lovers watch falling under its spell.
It's not hard for souls to become attuned.

As we older lovers know only too well.

Ryter Roethicle

Variations of the Pantoum

Pantoum Sonnet

The Pantoum lends itself very easily to the sonnet form. It is only necessary to present three stanzas and the mandatory two lines can come either from the third stanza to form the final couplet as if it were the Malay form, or in keeping with the spirit of the French form circling back with the reversed couplets (A2, A1). I would suggest the repetition would make it a very powerful sonnet form:

Xtinction

Ignoring that everyday a species dies
The Japanese world is filled with crime
Presenting us with outrageous lies.
Allowing the extinct list to climb.

The Japanese world is filled with crime
Their Whaling ships scour the seas
Forcing the extinct list to climb.
Making profit for their companies.

Their Whaling ships scour the seas
Deaf and blind to the worlds cries
Making profit for their companies.
Typically not feeling any human ties.

Deaf and blind to the worlds cries
Ignoring that everyday a species dies.


Ryter Roethicle

It may be noticed that this example uses a mixture of both forms. In the couplet, the first line is the Malaysian version, D1, and the last line links back like the French version, A1.

The final alternative closure is to use a new couplet E1. E2. This would be extremely useful in the Free Pantoum version.



Pantoum Challenge Replies

Maryse Achong

Amnesty
Collateral Damage
Converging Paths
Emancipation Day
Fathers Day
For Monica
Rainy Season

Lorainne Dafney

One Pure Red Rose

Kevin McKinney

Communion

Chronic Molly

Letting Some Things slip Away

Maureen Murphy

Maternal Meadows
Obsessive reflections

Peggy Nelson

Bridge
Dear One
One Last Kiss
Thoughts of hopes
Touching Times
Your Time

Ryter Roethicle

Circles
Doubt
Golden Rays
Jungles
Knight to Queen
One Special Day
Penang Dawn
Tonights Menu
We Who Have Loved
Yearning for the night
Zested

Leny Roovers

Conversations
Flowers
Locking Eyes
Tadasana
Wings

Nia Wynne

Loves Appeal
Stormy
Victim of the Source



Maryse Achong

Amnesty

My ‘mea culpas’ echo in my mind,
They reach the ear of God who sits on high,
He is a God of Love ,Forgiving, Kind,
I trust He listens to my mournful cry.

They reach the ear of God who sits on high,
My laments and my self inflicted blame,
I trust He listens to my mournful cry,
I know He hears me when I call His name.

My laments and my self inflicted blame,
For all the things I’ve done or did not do,
I know He hears me when I call His name
And in my heart He answers "I love you".

Despite the things I’ve done or did not do,
He is a God of Love, Forgiving, Kind,
And in my heart he answers "I love you",
As ‘mea culpas’ echo in my mind.

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Collateral Damage

She’d known a world of warmth and love,
Cocooned within her family,
Now with an unexpected shove,
She faced a harsh reality.

Cocooned within her family,
She’d never found herself alone,
She faced a harsh reality,
The day the bombs came raining down.

She’d never found herself alone,
Now burning rage within her stirs,
The day the bombs came raining down,
She swears that vengeance will be hers.

Now burning rage within her stirs,
Her mother, father, brother dead ,
She swears that vengeance will be hers,
Next time she’ll take the lives instead.

Her mother, father, brother dead,
Enraged, bereaved, she feels forlorn,
Next time she’ll take the lives instead;
Another insurgent is born.

Enraged, bereaved, she feels forlorn,
Now with an unexpected shove
Another insurgent is born:
She’d known a world of warmth and love.

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Converging Paths

We had walked different roads, my love and I,
Our life’s experiences had been distinct,
We never understood the how and why
Our paths converged, our lives were interlinked.

Our life’s experiences had been distinct,
This was a chance encounter ‘long the way,
Our paths converged, our lives were interlinked,
That’s how it is sometimes, the experts say.

This was a chance encounter ‘long the way,
And yet we paused, to listen and to share,
That’s how it is sometimes the experts say
And so we ended up being a pair.

And yet we paused to listen and to share,
It seemed to be the natural thing to do,
And so we ended up being a pair,
We had been blessed, at least that much we knew.

It seemed to be the natural thing to do,
But sometimes paths merge and then fork again,
We had been blessed, at least that much we knew,
In retrospect it was well worth the pain.

But sometimes paths merge and then fork again,
And we are left bewildered, angry, lost
In retrospect it was well worth the pain,
Though at the time it seemed too high a cost.

And I was left bewildered, angry, lost,
I never understood the how and why,
I felt that we had paid too high a cost,
When we walked different roads, my love and I .

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Emancipation Day

Emancipation Day, we celebrate
The freeing of the slaves in our land
, Now everybody can participate,
All the festivities have been well planned.

The freeing of the slaves in our land
A time of bitter conflict and unrest;
All the festivities have been well planned.
No more will any voices be suppressed.

A time of bitter conflict and unrest,
Harsh actions were the order of the day ;
No more will any voices be suppressed,
And everyone’s entitled to their say,

Harsh actions were the order of the day;
Now everybody can participate ,
And everyone’s entitled to their say ,
Emancipation Day, we celebrate.

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Fathers Day

Father's Day has rolled around once more Dad,
At times like this I'm always a bit blue,
And though it is a day when I feel sad
That's because I'm focused on missing you.

At time like this I'm always a bit blue,
No matter so many years have slipped by
That's because I'm focused on missing you,
And all the things that we shared, you and I.

No matter so many years have slipped by,
I have never forgotten what you taught,
And all the things that we shared, you and I;
There are some things that just cannot be bought

I have never forgotten what you taught:
I saw in you how good a man could be,
There are some things that just cannot be bought,
These things I've committed to memory.

I saw in you how good a man could be;
I knew that you had been a caring son,
These things I've committed to memory,
As a brother they rated you A1.

I knew that you had been a caring son,
As father and husband you were the best,
As a brother they rated you AI,
I recognize that we were truly blessed.

As father and husband you were the best,
And though it is a day when I feel sad,
I recognize that we were truly blessed,
As Father's Day rolls around once more Dad.

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For Monica

With no warning to anyone she left,
No word uttered she simply slipped away,
She left behind a family bereft;
A sweet death is what some people would say.

No word uttered she simply slipped away,
A daughter, sister, wife and mother too;
A sweet death is what some people would say,
She passed on from this world with no ado.

A daughter, sister wife and mother too,
She'd given everything she had to give;
She passed on from this life with no ado,
She'd lived the life she was destined to live

She'd given everything she had to give ,
She'd run her race, time for her now to rest,
She'd lived the life she'd been destined to live,
She'd faced her every challenge, every test..

She'd run her race, time for her now to rest,
She left behind a family bereft,
She'd faced her every challenge, every test
With no waning to anyone, she left.

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Rainy Season

Flowers show off their faces everywhere,
The rains have started and the earth is glad,
But there are some who suffer every year,
And consider this weather as plain 'bad.'

The rains have started and the earth is glad,
Though flash flood will cause many people grief,
They consider this weather as 'plain bad',
And when it's done they breathe sighs of relief.

Though flash floods will cause many people grief,
It seems that is how it has always been
And when it's done they breathe sighs of relief,
Whilst the island sports different shades of green.

It seems that is how it has always been,
That there are some who suffer every year,
Whilst the island sports different shades of green,
And flowers show their faces everywhere.

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Lorainne Dafney

One Pure Red Rose

Young men will fight somewhere
Where blood has shed before
As one pure rose grows fair
And men prepare for war

Where blood has shed before
It still brings tears of grief
And men prepare for war
It takes their life like a thief

It still brings tears of grief
As lonely sweethearts watch sunsets
It takes their life like a thief
Who march in synchronized steps

As lonely sweethearts watch sunsets
From young and innocent boys
Who march in synchronized steps
It randomly destroys

From young and innocent boys
It takes their brave souls
It randomly destroys
One by one they pay the ultimate toll

It takes their brave souls
As one pure rose grows fair
One by one they pay the ultimate toll
Young men will fight somewhere.

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Kevin McKinney

Communion

The lanes I trolled were always banked in clouds;
Swells rolled away before me in the haze;
I gimbaled 'round the world fast in my shrouds,
'Need of a spark to set my heart ablaze.

Steep hills resolved before me in the haze;
Had Avalon arisen from the mist?
I grounded on her shores, my mind ablaze,
And struggled to believe she might exist.

If Avalon had risen from that mist,
Whose will commanded thus, I could not tell;
Still struggling to believe she could exist,
I nonetheless drank deeply at her well.

What spells were working there I could not tell;
How all there flowing tasted honey sweet;
Nor how a board appeared near to the well;
All fancy, filled with fruit and bread and meat.

A voice as clear as birdsong and as sweet,
Invited me to take up residence;
To have my fill of fruit and bread and meat,
And leave my worldly cares to happenstance.

Invited me to take up residence,
And to commune in perpetuity;
But dare I trust myself to happenstance
Without knowing what country this might be?

How so, commune in perpetuity
In this, the island known as Avalon?
I wondered of the voice how this might be;
Would next we slip beneath the waves and gone?

But laughing, no, this is not Avalon!
Tell us; how long were you adrift at sea?
No island this, and never shall be gone
This mystic land of lasting constancy!

I told of all my life adrift at sea,
While never in one place for very long;
I asked the nature of this constancy;
No answer was forthcoming but a song;

Though never in one place for very long,
You never truely travel very far;
So all your deepest questions but a song;
How do some people not know where they are?

And lo, these hadn't traveled very far;
All hand-in-hand about me in a ring
And chanting about knowing where we are;
A daisy chain of children circling.

They sang and danced about me in a ring,
And prized me of the lore of Tir na nOg;
Made to unearth me by their circling,
As if they'd found me buried in a bog.

In this unchanging land of Tir na nOg,
It's always now; there's no uncertainty;
And though our dreams were buried in a bog,
They are preserved for all posterity.

It's always now? Yes! No uncertainty!
I dwelt there for a year one afternoon,
And so reserve for all posterity,
This standing invitation to commune.

The trolling lanes have been absolved of clouds;
I run before the wind, my heart ablaze;
I gimbal 'round this world all free of shrouds;
Content to count my blessings, and my days.

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Chronic Molly

Letting Some Things Slip Away

letting some things slip away
things I said but never meant
holding some things very near
idle moments well misspent

things I said but never meant
dreams I had in days of old
idle moments well misspent
secrets kept and never told

dreams I had in days of old
rummage sale of memories
secrets kept and never told
sorting through my fantasies

rummage sale of memories
holding some things very near
sorting through my fantasies
letting some things slip away

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Maureen Murphy

Maternal Meadows

I sent my child into yonder meadow,
my prayers laid upon him by trembling lips.
An angst-filled moment infused with sorrow,
ruing this challenge writ into life's script.

A soft southern breeze lent balm to my lips,
while summer's sun embraced me with solace.
Still worry persisted to lord my script;
my steps circling paths, driven and restless.

Was the meadow tending care and solace
as my child ran through its grass and flowers?
Was it impatient, or even restless
to have twilight evict these pilgrim hours?

Where was my child in the grass and flowers?
Perhaps rescuing crickets from their toil?
Was he caching treasures for later hours,
before sleep could visit and dreams could boil?

I rubbed my forehead to temper thoughts' toil,
as a young child's echo breached the soft breeze.
And in the white halo made by sun's boil,
my son raced forward, calling out to me.

Breathless, soiled, running fast as the breeze,
his joy-drenched face erased worry's sorrow.
His litany of finds made without me,
were seeds of faith from a mother's meadow.

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Obsessive Reflections

In lonely hours, I imagine I know you
intimately. And like Rembrandt or Henri,
I arrange my tools and set to paint differing views
of your traits and shades of eccentricity.

I pretend I have the eyes of Rembrandt or Henri,
while posing memory's words as models;
your traits' textures and shades of eccentricity
borrowed from spoken blends of verbs and vowels,

I've remembered. Posed as my models,
your words provide vision to my eager hands;
your spoken blend of verbs and vowels
guiding my brushstrokes to submit to their command.

The art of your words feeding vision to my hands;
a colorful prosody defining the magma of your soul.
My brushstrokes servile to their command;
eagerly painting your godliness, to extol

the man gifted with rich magma and fertile soul.
For through my paintings, each with a differing view,
your godliness will speak. A gallery meant to extol
a hungry heart that saw and knew the colored prosody of you.

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Peggy Nelson

(The) Bridge

Lonely souls across the river
Begging for closer affection
voices quiver, bodies shiver
Gazing at the bridge erection

Begging for closer affections
Closing gaps between love and hate
lonely souls across the river
Enticing and soothing natures fate

Enticing and soothing natures fate
Down the path lively trees now sway
Closing gaps between love and hate
Walking across the bridge by the bay

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Dear One

Dear one, keep this Rose while I'm not here
To bring pleasurable peace giving feelings
Smell the fragrant rose and release the fear
Through life's discomforts that are unappealing

To bring pleasurable, peace giving feelings
Think of delightful times we have shared,
Through life's discomforts that were unappealing
Knowing my soul is there and I've always cared

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Thought Of Hope

Thoughts of hopes and some regrets,
I’ve moved from here to there.
Songs played a melody of love, songs never will I forget.
I’ve been lonely when arms were bare.

I’ve moved from here to there.
I’ve shed some tears from painful deceit.
I’ve been lonely when arms were bare.
Dreams and wishes keep me far from defeat.

I’ve shed some tears from painful deceit.
Time faded away past deaths sorrows.
Dreams and wishes keep me far from defeat.
I keep praying for more thrilling tomorrows.

Time faded away past deaths sorrows.
The sweetest songs will always glide through.
I keep praying for more thrilling tomorrows.
In my mind and heart I have felt truth so true.

The sweetest songs will always glide through.
Songs played a melody of love, songs never will I forget.
In my mind and heart I have felt truth so true.
~Thoughts of hopes and some regrets~

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Touching Times

Touching Times like these to relax with friends
Sharing thoughts while dining and wining
Not wanting precious moments to end
Refreshing our views to a positive beginning

Sharing thoughts while dining and wining
Later in life to examine the recall
Life's explorations and benefiting meaning
Admiring positive and letting harm fall

Thankful for the laughter, sadness and happiness
Not wanting precious moments to end
At the "Tir Na Nog" Buffet of joyfulness
Touching times like these, were relaxing with friends

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Your Time

Your time has meant alot
for the love only you can give
You have always been sought
You will always be here to survive

For the love only you can give
A place to met, a special time
You will always be here to survive
There will always be time for a Rhyme

A place to met, a special time
in times of bitterness or love we face
There will always be time for a Rhyme
Many times and many places

Proud yet, humble you seem to be
You have always been sought
For the love and kindness we see
Your time has meant alot

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Ryter Roethicle

Circles

We travel through our lives
Each leaving behind our trails
Like wagon wheels on the virgin plains
Or footprints in the fresh beach sand

Each leaving behind our trails
The wind will raise the grass
Or footprints in the fresh beach sand
The tide will wash away our sin

The wind will raise the grass
They will be harvested soon
The tide will wash away our sin
And the fields will become dust.

They will be harvested soon
So the seasons go, as do we
And the fields will become dust
So that the circle may begin again

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Doubt

For a while the moon hides behind the clouds
Hesitant to show her face because she knows
What will happen when we lift the shrouds
When all of her secrets become exposed.

Hesitant to show her face because she knows
There is no mystery with love only secrets
When all of her secrets become exposed,
Then all too often decisions become regrets.

There is no mystery with love only secrets,
That oft have a way of ignoring what is true.
Then all too often decisions become regrets,
And what was thought wise begin to rue.

That oft have a way of ignoring what is true.
This is human, when we should look about
And what was thought wise we begin to rue,
Creating blackness and encouraging doubt

This is human, when we should look about
Realising that the absence of moon leaves us
Creating blackness and encouraging doubt.
Instead sleep in comfort in that darkness.

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Golden Rays

Golden rays strike the Earth, yet do not bounce
The wintry soil reluctantly accepts the sun
Even though too rare is seen this solar pounce
Preferred dull skies and days of clouds have begun.

The wintry soil reluctantly accepts the sun
And for a while rekindled warmth remembered.
Preferred dull skies and days of clouds have begun
And sounds of falling rain too rarely heard.

And for a while rekindled warmth remembered.
Then prayers for "Old time winters ring out"
And sounds of falling rain too rarely heard,
Will raise our hopes and out of happiness shout.

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Jungles

How much freer is the jungle of reality
At home amongst the hardwood trees?
I feel the energy seeping back into me
In this lush shelter, I can do as I please.

At home amongst the hardwood trees
Civilisation has not left its bitter scar.
In this lush shelter, I can do as I please
Its here I will build my final gunyah.

Civilisation has not left its bitter scar
The wounds are in the jungle of my mind.
Its here I will build my final gunyah
Here I will rest till eternal peace I find.

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Knight to Queen

In my dreams I can feel you there
Knowing then I was not alone
I drift through space to bring you here
And place you upon a throne.

Knowing then I was not alone
You are my Queen of Hearts, I swear
And place you upon a throne.
I am your knight and am prepared

You are my Queen of Hearts, I swear
And will defend you and your honour
I am your knight and am prepared
What else is there you are my amore?

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One Special Day

Time spent together goes by in blurs
One special day's gone in an hour
Hardly savouring what occurs
Fun time together has this power.

One special day's gone in an hour
There's no regrets, with time well spent
Fun time together has this power.
The Gods have given this simple present

There's no regrets, with time well spent
There's no regrets, with this endeavour
The Gods have given this simple present
Of memories that will last forever.

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Penang Dawn

All I have to do is open my door
A table and chair's all I need mostly
From here I can see the dawn arise
My body is still set on Melbourne time.

A table and chair are all I need mostly
There's no birdsounds I am ahead of them
My body is still set on Melbourne time
As I hear the first soundings, I see the light.

There's no birdsounds I am ahead of them
Just for a while each nest holds a silent feast
As I hear the first soundings, I see the light.
As from forest clad mountain a light appears

Just for a while each nest holds a silent feast
Then a cacophony of sound breaks out
As from forest clad mountain a light appears
Then an avian symphony of sound breaks out.

Then a cacophony of sound breaks out
The bridge only lit by headlights emerges
Then an avian symphony of sound breaks out
As the rising sun wakes the flora from slumber

The bridge only lit by headlights emerges
Too soon civilisation rears its ugly head
As the rising sun wakes the flora from slumber
And I reluctantly rise returning to Earth again

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Tonight's Menu

What is thy taste of me, salty perhaps?
Whilst thou are of the sweetest things
Yet one that causes no dietary collapse
Such ingredients may give angels wings

Whilst thou are of the sweetest things
I am more mundane, not fitting thy feast.
Such ingredients may give angels wings
Whilst mine created the grounded beast.

I am more mundane, not fitting thy feast.
Tis hoped my humble self pleaseth thee.
Whilst mine created the grounded beast
Heaven created your tasty body

Tis hoped my humble self pleaseth thee,
With savoury nips saved for you alone.
Heaven created your tasty body for me
You've provided me with a heavenly throne.

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We who have loved

We who have loved so well
Yet by cruel Fate are apart
You left me so early my love
And tore away my bleeding heart

Love had not reached its zenith
Yet so strong did our love grow
You presence here is not a myth
There's nothing surer that I know

I hear your words whispered to me
As you still come to me every night
You stayed around to help me see
And made sure I did what was right.

One final time I saw your form
Telling me it's time to move on
One final kiss so soft and warm
A fading shadow, then you've gone

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Yearning for the night

The poignancy of my memory
Is acute as I see the night begin
My lover's spirit returns to me.
As soon as darkness closes in

As soon as I see the night begin
I know my loneliness is felt more
As soon as darkness closes in
I miss you walking through the door.

I know my loneliness is felt more
With music, or port, or a glass of wine
I miss you walking through the door.
And little things that said, your mine.

With music, or port, or a glass of wine
Seeing faces and events from the past
And little things that said, your mine.
Making promises that love would last

Seeing faces and events from the past
Sometimes with confusing imagery.
Making promises that love would last
Invade my consciousness randomly

Sometimes with confusing imagery.
Recourse to dreams in a surreal setting
Invade my consciousness randomly
Finally with dawn my sanity getting

Recourse to dreams in a surreal setting
Is gone when I see the morn begin
And with dawn my sanity getting
Waiting until darkness closes in!!

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Zested

If it is my pain or sorrow that you crave
I once collected a bottle full of my tears
One, each time you said goodbye, I'd save,
Then one day I had a sea of salty spheres.

I once collected a bottle full of my tears
Each one a dead heart drop that fell for you
Then one day I had a sea of salty spheres.
It multiplied, and colonized, as it grew….

Each one a dead heart drop that fell for you
Within that bottle was my life of such intensity
It multiplied, and colonized, as it grew
Creating whirlpools in a tideless sea.

Within that bottle was my life of such intensity
I took the bottle to the beach to pour
Creating whirlpools in a tideless sea,
I sat and watched the creatures from the shore.

I took the bottle to the beach to pour
The life born of my sorrow in the bay.
I sat and watched the creatures from the shore.
Perhaps my tears will swim to you one day.

The life born of my sorrow in the bay.
Worlds of life exist where none appears
Perhaps my tears will swim to you one day.
For life persists within that world of tears.

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Leny Roovers

Conversations

I feel your presence in my mind and heart.
When I wake up, until I close my eyes,
a flow of inner conversation starts-
I listen to your voice and sound advice.

I know you're in my body and my soul.
Your name is etched into my being's core-
infused within my veins you make me whole;
enfolded in one hand, we're en rapport.

I bleed when you are cut and feeling pain-
an extra sense developed through the years
as thoughts we shared assembled in a chain,
adorned with shining smiles and pearls of tears.

Within the consciousness of love and time
a flow of inner conversation starts;
we'll reach our summit after this life's climb-
I feel your presence in my mind and heart..

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Flowers

I feel the flower of each breath unfurl
as deep within my belly, it is born.
Then, slowly rising on my straightened spine,
my seven chakras bloom as they align.

As deep within my belly it is born,
my being's core is reaching out to you.
Each inhalation feeds an inner need
for growth and nurture of your planted seed.

My being's core is reaching out to you,
I feel I am accepted in your realm;
my ears are now attuned to hear your voice-
I listen to your name and I rejoice.

I feel I am accepted in your realm
as flowers of each breath have come to bloom,
when in the garden of my mind you stand,
inviting me to share our promised land.

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Locking eyes

I've never loved like this before,
it is a love that doesn't ask,
but gives and thus receives much more-
I've bared my soul, took of my mask.

It's with a love that doesn't ask
I stand before you, locking eyes;
I've bared my soul, took of my mask,
there's no more need for a disguise.

I stand before you, locking eyes,
I read your heart as you read mine,
there's no more need for a disguise,
our souls will share a single shrine.

I read your heart as you read mine-
an open channel between minds.
Our souls now share a single shrine,
no matter how Fate bends or winds.

We built a channel between minds
and never loved like this before,
no matter how Fate bends or winds,
in giving, we receive much more.


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Tadasana

I stand and feel Earth's energy rise up
to feed my body through my planted feet,
it flows along the na-dis of my legs
till in my lower belly, both streams meet.

To feed my body through my planted feet,
all senses focus on my quiet mind.
I am attuning, so I can receive
and rest, within the peace that I now find.

All senses focused on my quiet mind,
I feel enfolded in your warm embrace;
I bow and touch my forehead on the floor,
surrendering all thoughts into your grace.

I feel enfolded in your warm embrace,
my soul is waiting to connect with you;
each heartbeat brings me closer to my goal,
shines light onto the road I now pursue.

My soul is waiting to connect with you,
my body is the bridge between both worlds-
I stand and feel Earth's energy rise up,
enjoy the glorious sight which now unfurls.

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Wings

Against a cloudless evening sky
as swallows dive in graceful flight,
my soul is flying with them- high,
in the stillness of sunset's light.

As swallows dive in graceful flight,
I listen to my love's soft words;
in the stillness of sunset's light
my heart grows wings, flies with the birds.

I listen to my love's soft words,
they bring him close to me each night.
My heart grows wings, flies with the birds
as space is bridged in shared delight.

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Nia Wynne

Loves Appeal

It comes to you on lifes shores
The way roses adore opening for sun,
Irresistable warmth and light is more
An ocean beckoning your feet, go, run.

Roses always adore blooming in the sun
No matter where it's reflections arise,
Ocean waves lap at limbs that run
To meet their cooling embrace in guise.

It matters not how images arise,
Echo of souls, patches of snow, moons glow
With met arms calming heat, thus guised
Provide longing eyes with hearts now known.

Souls echo angels in snow, purely glow,
Charmed to know, invoked in bee's wings
To find the friendly vine bloomed below
Moonlight, sunshine, and there they sing,

Charmed to know, invoked in bee's wings
Irresistable warmth and light in more
Celestial lights that make you wake up, to sing
Of love that comes to you on lifes appealing shores.

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Stormy

Suddenly gusty blue skies retire
In a gray cloak of clouds
Where squalls of hail do conspire
Many sheets of rain in thunders loud.

In a gray cloak of clouds
Lightning flashes in hopscotch dashes to sire
Many sheets of rain in thunders loud
Shooting across in gloomy robes of thoughts inspired.

Lightning flashes in hopscotch dashes to sire
Roars of crashing words spoken aloud
Shooting across in gloomy robes of thought inspired
By stormy nights, lovers quarrels and oaths avowed.

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Victim of The Source

What sorcery affected her this way
Like a victiim of an unseen black spell
Made bohemian as a ship, near quayed,
Having sailed lonely waves of farewell swells.

Like a victim of an unseen black spell,
Her sailing dreams quayed in dry dock,
Having sailed lonely waves of farewell swells,
Her heart hypnotized by loves luck.

Her sailiing dreams quayed in dry dock,
No more will to try the last key,
Her heart hypnotized by loves luck,
A lock on treasure none dared see.

No more will to try the last key
Since it was lost under ships aft,
A lock on treasure none dared see,
An ocean sway, a spell of craft.

What sorcery affected her this way
Was a swell of affection'd mind
Made bohemian as a ship near quayed,
To be released by touching dulcet winds.

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