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2008 Form Challenges
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Similar to the Cinquain and the Rictameter, the Etheree is a ten line form ascending in syllable
count for ten unrhymed lines. It's attributed to an American poet, Etheree Taylor Armstrong of Arkansas.
An Etheree should focus on one idea or subject. Confirming what has been said giving us a syllable count of:
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Etheree Challenge Replies
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Maryse AchongChristmas We honour The birth of the Child Jesus, Son of God. In the midst of our Preparations may we not Ignore the true reason for this Celebration, remembering at All times to maintain the Christ in Christmas. Quid Pro Quo Try to Understand What makes them tick A frustrating task But fascinating too. There are times I feel to scream Or worse to wring somebody's neck But then I think that perhaps they too Are waiting to get their hands around mine That Familiar Feeling Never Fails to make Me sad… this time Of good cheer. My thoughts Go back to those who have Passed on and to others who Are far away. It happens each And every year. I suppose that some Things never change, at least they don't for me. |
Divena Collinswe could save the World what would we do, we could only give love to all nations, me and you, we are all, in this World together united we must be, united we must stand we are all like birds but with different feathers no more conflicts, let us all walk, hand in hand. Our Planet is a most beautiful place to live in. with glades of trees,birds, flora, herbs to see why should we want to destroy these gifts of nature,which has been given free, can we take notice and look, at the wonders around us a crisp open page in natures book. for perfect peace. |
Lorainne Dafneywith your heart children as long as you can, then relax, sit, let them experience what you had to learn yourself no book by Spock, just common sense marks the path in the right direction knowing as a parent you did your best. |
Jem Farmerclockface strike the hour tick time away to aphotic night. Sunless the midnight sky as we wait the witching hour. Sparkling thoughts pledge allegiance graced omnipotence giving her love motionless sighs remain echoing time. Elemental Air, Earth Water sprites combined as one. Life's true elements symbolic Pagan thought folk lore lies within quatern. Nature's pathways respecting love Yule on to Samhain, Spring to winter life's changing circles seen in Celtic wynds. Paint on board beyond sight; liquid landscapes lambent images flow. Drawn contemplations seen; plucked fresh as daisies in June mirrored artist's vision and dreams. Narratives pastel curved line reviewed painting conceived brainstormed rainbow presence.  The Queens Knight ruling sovereign; royal chaplet repose upon crowns, monarch's regal pageant. Eagle eyes watching, await; penance, of love's expectant kiss; from her champion, brave knyght erraunt. Sire, won her commanding royal favours, noble lord; obeisances monarch's throne, wanders lands; on her perilous quest. Serviced favours, grace regal queen, honoured noble shows courage, loyal hope endures pain; faithful the rapture, oath acquiesced bears promise; sworn to her Yuletide divine Pagan rite. Ritual feast gathering kin folk as waning year closes Singing tales from ages past we hail the Holly King tonight. Wassail the Pagan folk, merry meet, peaceful blessings in the lady's silver light. |
Peggy NelsonThe lights On the trees Brighten your face With a vibrant glOw. Express lOve tO lOved Ones. ThrOugh Out the festival days And all thrOugh the cOming years. Happy HOlidays and may the LOrd shelter yOu always with his graciOus lOve. Warmth Sudden Warmth wraps me Might it be you? A vision surreal One of inner beauty Feelings of loves highest point Might our love last forever more? Written Memoirs or illusive plays Inscribed and cuddled with every heart beat Inscribed and cuddled with every heart beat Written Memoirs or illusive plays Might our love last forever more? Feelings of loves highest point One of inner beauty A vision surreal Might it be you? Warmth wraps me Yes tis YOU . |
Ryter RoethicleSpiral Staircase climbs Ever upwards. Experiences Of love and life and such Build each step with pleasure and Sometimes with pain that's called love Or life, but it helps with our accent With heavenly thermals called memories. I Wonder Wonder, If she thinks Of me as much As I think of her, or If she misses as deep? Sad moments overcome me As the scent of her perfume wafts From a woman passing me in the street And the sound of her laughter in a café Still echoes in my mind, and I try to Reach out and touch her and feel her lips Against mine, taking all sense of Loss away and promising Days and nights of heaven. Such distracting thoughts Carry me through Til that time I'm with You. Mission I take You with me To heaven just For a little while It's not too far to go Just a short journey for us Starting with a kiss, then some more Then Love takes over and does the rest. A pilot without equal to this task. Pace (Peace) Stand out Just smiling It is enough To tell everyone We have made love again If nothing were said, your look Would reveal our secret each time Or would it be the look on my face Where happiness and content is shared Promise One step One big step Is all you need But have you the strength To offer me your heart? In return here is my soul It will be ever yours to keep My loving you means that I trust you And I promise eternity together. Venal Pleasure Let me Look at you In the moonlight So much is hidden, So much is also seen My lips tell me what to sight And the sheen tells me where I've been Trembles as I kiss, tell me I'm right That moonlight creates the most perfect scene. |
Nicola Wynter Bad Dream This place I call home The world goes on As it has always, But walking down the road Holding my grandchildren's hands Suddenly the clouds start to boil Molten orange, then red, then below Them the city lights afire like match sticks. Christmas Past Christmas And I know How much is missed The greatest Santa That ever wore a cap Red and white, with jolly laughs A merrier twinkling of eyes That promised that Santa would be there Christmas Eve forever, forevermore.  ----- Christmas Tree Christmas Tree of green... Spruce, Fir and Scotch, The best of which is Probably Carolina Though most popular is Balsam For it holds more than traditions But keeps it's decor better than all, Bells, bulbs, garlands, icicles galore! Instead There's time. No there's naught But a rhyme suite, Petite Mort of love's Dove sitting on a sill Still as a held breath in mime Of a clock that stopped to dong A song of peace where joy can't be found, Just the sounds of forever... instead. Overdue Take life, Acorns seed New trees to last Many lifetimes, While we scurry about Forsaking their silent dreams, Sweeping away leaf and grasses Cutting down forests and shooting hawks, What grand gods we at to make others pay. |
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