2008 Form Challenges

#6 Common and Hymnal Octave

This is a variation of Common Measure and consists of three rhymes with alternating meter, a and c with iambic tetrameter, (4 feet), and b with iambic trimeter, (3 feet), giving a rhyme scheme of:
x X x X x X x a
x X x X x b
x X x X x X x c
x X x X x b
x X x X x X x a
x X x X x b
x X x X x X x c
x X x X x b





Hymnal Octave

This is another variation of Common Measure and consists of two rhymes with alternating meter, a with iambic tetrameter, (4 feet), and b with iambic trimeter, (3 feet), giving a rhyme scheme of:

x X x X x X x a
x X x X x b
x X x X x X x a
x X x X x b
x X x X x X x a
x X x X x b
x X x X x X x a
x X x X x b



Common and Hymnal Octave Challenge Replies

Maryse Achong

April
Colour Me
Coparisons
Easter Reflections
I Man
Life
Living Waters
Lucky Me
Water Woes

Lorainne Dafney

Its All In The Presentation

Bruce Henderson

Fading
Spring Planning

Maureen Moonchild

Fading
Spring Planning

Peggy Nelson

Enjoy Life

Ryter Roethicle

Cooler Days, Colder Nights
Don't Need
Finality
Karma
Qualified
Questions

Leny Roovers

Early morning
Easter Monday
Evening spell
Feet and Wings
Floating
Gardening
Monday Night
Peace
Pidgeons

Nicola Wynter

Spring Colors
Stained Glass
Upon the Waves



Maryse Achong

April

The gorgeous pink and yellow pouis
Will soon be everywhere,
And green will be the other trees
From jealousy I fear;
And we'll hear whispers on the breeze
'April showers are here.'
With blue skies, aquamarine seas,
A lovely time of year.

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Colour Me

Colour me contented in shades of gold,
With streaks of midnight blue when I am sad
Splash red everywhere when I cannot hold
My anger, grey when doubts make me feel bad.
When hope abounds 'tis green in which I'm clad.
A chart with every colour that is me,
I never know what shade I'm going to be.

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Comparisons

I'm thankful for the years I've seen
I know I have been blessed
Although there were times in between
When I was sorely stressed.
I look back now at each past scene
That left me sad, depressed,
Compare them to when I have been
Happy, there's no contest.

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Easter Reflections

A time for planting and fresh starts,
To bid the bad 'adieu,'
To let go of old wounds; those parts
That hurt, put them away
Once and for all; withdraw the darts
That pierced you through and through;
Embrace the joy Easter imparts,
It is a brand new day!

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I Man

He was a warrior alright,
His songs are history,
He walked the line 'twixt black and white,
An 'unchained melody';
And when he died a blazing light
Went out; and yet still he
From beyond continues the fight,
That legend Bob Marley.

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Life

A stream of 'hellos' and 'goodbyes'
Sometimes too much to take,
And I wonder where the time flies,
It takes my breath away.
But how I cherish those old ties
Each one for its own sake;
And 'til one or the other dies,
Those bonds are here to stay.

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Living Waters

Come Living Waters wash away
Whatever sins stain me;
New ones, or those of yesterday
Committed mindlessly.
I know I only have to say
"Father forgive," and He
If I'm sincere, without delay
Pardons me instantly.

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Lucky Me

She had a birthday yesterday
She's eighty nine years old
Not that you'd think so anyway
Her face belies her years
A source of wisdom, a bright ray
Worth more than any gold.
I've been blessed more than I can say
She lightens all my cares.

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Water Woes

I live on a little island
With water everywhere,
And so I cannot understand
Why there should be a lack
Of it; why they must ration and
Have dry taps anywhere.
The supply should meet the demand
Something is out of whack

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Lorainne Dafney

Its All In The Presentation

Pretty petals now line pathways
Swept clean of autumns leaves
Color once bare garden walkways
With rainbows from springs breeze
As wind serves as pollens highway
See golden flakes on bees
Silently placed on blooms each day
In gardens beneath trees

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Bruce Henderson

Fading

A musing Angel said to me
'Prepare yourself for night.
Your day was long, your journey hard
yet it will be all right.'
But in the mirror I could see,
though fading from my sight,
the figure of a wounded bard
still longing for the light.

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Spring Planning

I thought I'd get some exercise
with Winter coming on.
So as the Spring begins to bloom
I'll show my new found brawn,
then watch as all the ladies eyes
begin to sway and fawn.
I'll pick the one with chaste perfume
and love her til the dawn.

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Maureen Moonchild

Aging

I watch the sun rise in the sky.
Its warmth a morning's song.
To slip into a Spring-time high
and right all sense of wrong.
To capture beauty's hold in eye
and pleasure moments strong.
It's then that I relieve in sigh
and know here I belong.

To not forget each lesson learned
Through hardship and in need,
that aging comes to those who earned
by laying down their seed
of knowledge shared for all concerned
and guiding those who lead.
It's nature's way in seasons turned,
another year to feed.

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Freedom

I sit and wonder why no calls
as silence speaks to me.
Yet from afar the words are heard
in mindly thoughts of he.
A brushing off until it falls
amid each day to see
that there upon a loss occurred
remains a future, free.

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Peggy Nelson

Enjoy Life

Delicate white lace on bed
Crystal glass to share
Music sounds of peace and joy,
Stirring all wants and cares
Wishing forever to be fed
With feelings to enjoy
When life crumbles and destroys

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Ryter Roethicle

Cooler Days, Colder Nights

The sun is rising later now
The hotter days have gone
Summer's taken her final bow
To autumn we've succumb.
Now dreams of sun and green leaf'd bough
Are those of things to come.
Or other times as mem'rys allow
For that's what they've become.

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Don't need

I do not need the night at all
Too late, too late for me
I sigh then laugh as teardrops fall
Then wipe my eyes again.
It was always at night you'd call
And then create more debris
You must realise you won my soul
Please don't cause me any pain.


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Finality

She is holding on to sanity
With one slippery finger
As tomorrow is uncertainty
Yesterday is regret.
Every season has its reality
From feast to a hunger
There all must reach finality
Before the time to forget.


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Karma

Life is only moments in time
Brief washes along a beach
Seeing when the seventh wave climbs
Looking how far they spread
Washing away a past sublime.
What will the future teach
What will be your new adime
Till again life has fled.


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Qualified

Mark well my friend at what you chart
Gifts of love, full of Grace.
From all others they stand apart
Only in ageing, changes pace.
Post your memories into your heart
Beyond their current place,
And help the love you carry start
You'll see its ageing face.

Some loves will come and some will go
There's some you hope will stay
You must make certain that you know
Why some you turn away.
One day someone will say "Hello",
Skies will turn blue from grey
And you will glow from head to toe,
You qualified that day…


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Questions

She is holding on to sanity
With one slippery finger
As tomorrow is uncertainty
Yesterday is regret.
Every season has its reality
From feast to a hunger
There all must reach finality
Before the time to forget.


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Leny Roovers

Early morning

Bright sunlight paints gold bands on walls
as blue skies are wiped clear.
I watch geese flight and hear their calls,
when leaders move to rear.
Wind's breath sets trees to dance in thrall-
till shadows disappear.
Above the red-tiled rooftops' sprawl,
the old church stands austere

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Easter Mondays

From lead-grey skies fat snowflakes fall
and cover everything-
still leafless trees, their buds in thrall,
whilst songbirds long for spring.
Inside, my cats play with a ball
and chase a piece of string;
my tomcat, on the couch asprawl,
dreams he's the lion king.

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Evening spell

There are whales in the sea of skies,
blowing flocks of clouds.
I watch the seagulls, hear their cries,
in dazzling dive for food.
Grey shapes, now scattered in disguise,
are covered by wet shrouds;
on the horizon ships arise-
but waves are yet subdued.


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Feet and Wings

As spiders have four pair of feet,
a fly has only three;
in running flies can not compete,
yet wings might set them free.
In sticky webs they both will meet,
on threads high up a tree;
in spider's lair waits fly's defeat-
on that we can agree


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Floating

As seagulls float on streaming air,
white graciousness enthralls;
I'm leaning backwards in my chair,
my thoughts drift with their calls.
Tall rows of trees, thin arms still bare,
move gently on wind's waltz.
Two crows, high on a roof, prepare
for flight, crying in squalls.


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Gardening

My fingers dig into the soil,
trying to uproot weeds;
by touch, I help each strand uncoil-
into the light it speeds.
My heart rate quickens as I toil-
prepare soft earth for seeds;
no strangling vines may grow or spoil
as budding blooms are freed.


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Monday night

Beneath the hem of grey clouds' frock
a band of blue now shows;
most light has gone, it's five o'clock,
when first rays of today
spread out across snow-heavy flocks
and set the sky aglow.
Before he goes to sleep Sun blocks-
white snowflakes melt away.


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Peace

As swelling mantras sweep my mind,
all cobwebbed thoughts dissolve;
while cleansing waves remove dark blinds,
I feel I am absolved.
Constricting ties that once confined,
unwind as song revolves.
With mind and body realigned,
in freedom I'll evolve.


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Pigeons

On the edge of the roof she waits
as seagulls draw wide coils;
she watches how her man creates
from twigs and last year's moss
a nest to hold her young- they're mates.
She oversees his toils,
it must be strong to hold the weight-
they dare not risk eggs' loss.


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Nicola Wynter

Spring Colors.

Easter promises sunlight
Golden for pink tulips
Just waiting for greener days hue,
Like summer reigns her ship
Into the harbor, her next flight
Is the voyage to tip
The scales of loves reddened view
Of two hearts sure eclipse.

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Stained Glass

Periwinkle are your two eyes
Lit by candlelight fire,
When storm drains trickle rain from skies
Too blue for desire.
Your stalker is loves own heart highs~
Antique white moons pyre
Pay soul rent stained with molten lies,
Poured glass, your attire.

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Upon the Waves

Upon the waves the mermaids play
Wearing old lace and gold,
They change the moon to shadows gray
Where angels can't be bold.
Lapping the shores wherever they
Land, the waves spare no hold,
Though moth and bird go as they may,
Frostbit hearts swim, I'm told.

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