2008 Form Challenges

#7 Sonnetina Due

A most aptly named Sonnetina (Due - Two), (Ten line poem), perhaps the most obvious way to build any form would be by using couplets, and what is not appreciated is the ability to make each stanza stand alone on it's own merits.

There is no set meter or rhyme sceme for the couplets, but if couplets using Iambic petameter were used, the form could be called an "Heroic Due"

Whilst not using rhyme, the poet below certainly manages to drive her ideas home:
Broken

Thread-bare and weary, patience frays
into lint found in pockets and bellybuttons.

Time taunts, teases and skips away,
with hope, bundled in rope, jerked behind.

Contentment and peace cohabit in a cabin
on a mountain no seeker shall find.

Childless women make noises about choice
while empty wombs weep bloody tears.

Suicidal humanity clear-cuts ecological lungs;
Gaia, betrayed, plots revenge.

Lori Martin

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Let it Fall

So, let it fall: and best off all, heed every call, be in the thrall of laws of fate
Essence of time, force you to climb, turn on a dime and compensate

Live by the truth, don't lose your youth, don't be uncouth, grow as you must
Bearings need oil, lifestyle needs toil, don't act the foil, move on like dust

Get what you need, put down your seed, succumb to greed, gather in worth
Don't use a crutch, keep out of Dutch, don't eat to much, or swell your girth

Watch things you say, sanity each day, kneel down to pray, live the moment
Keep on the hop, need never stops, blood pressure drops, stay on one bent

Give kids candy, be a bit randy, also handy, yield to the call
Live your whole life, and avoid stife, cautions are rife, so let it fall!.

Dana Rowe

In the example above Dana has based his work on the Rhupunt, and Ryter responds to him below with a Ghazal.
All Things Must End

Save not a thing it all must end
It's inevitable all things must end.

Why must someone have to die
Why must there have to be an end

Why is it only then we realise
That it's too late, we've lost a friend

All things have not been said have they?
Say it now, drop your pride and bend

Friendship is still the greatest wealth
Why must we wait until the end?

Ryter Roethicle



Sonnetina Due

Maryse Achong

Fast Forward
Forgive Me

Lorainne Dafney

Little Things

Bruce Henderson

The Flower

Maureen Moonchild

Beyond Doubt

Peggy Nelson

Magical
The Ghost Train
Well I'll be damned

Ryter Roethicle

Alone with my Toybox
Earthy Thoughts
First Moon
I am the wind
New Mates
No one believes
Palestinian Truth
She comes deliciously
Silent Woods
Under Autumn Skies
Unequalled Wisdom
Waders in Wellington

Leny Roovers

Listening
My Silent Lake
Love and Laughter
Pigeons
Spring
Spring garden
Tenderness
Watching

Dinah Serritelli

Sonnetina Due
The Need

Nicola Wynter

Altar of Love
Serein



Maryse Achong

Fast Forward

I sit alone and let my thoughts run wild,
I am a girl again, a happy child;
I am a teen, convinced I know it all,
A young woman caught up in love's first thrall.
Life's ups and downs assail me still I stand,
Though there are times I am on shifting sand.
The years have flown, that girl has gone away,
The woman I became is here today.

I know not what the future holds for me
But in His hands I place it willingly.

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Forgive Me

Pretty, successful, mother, wife,
A happy woman most would say,
Yet this woman took her own life
In a bizarre and tragic way.
"Forgive me," were the words she wrote,
A message to those left behind,
Stuck on her brakes, this little note;
What thoughts were going through her mind?
What grief so deep she could not share
Pain so intense she could not bear.

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Lorainne Dafney

Little Things

Before me colors that please my eyes,
as I watch the gentle butterflies.
Do not laugh at the poor and meek,
instead guide them towards what they should seek.
Find happiness in all that you do
and make it more contagious from you.
Don't forget, there are children that need
to be loved and be taught how to read.
Love every minute of your life here-
keep your treasures from memories dear.

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Bruce Henderson

The Flower

The waking flower in the morning Sun
forgets the shuteyed night it left behind
Whatever terror crept along its stem
is washed away with morning's cleansing dew
It has no need for shadowed symmetry
to see the world in punctual relief
What aspiration need a flower crave
when dreams are pollinated from the sky
It merely opens up its trusting eyes
and soaks up all the beauty of the light

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Maureen Moonchild

Beyond Doubt

Seasons keep changing in this corner's view,
Coloring emotions that help guide one through.
There's the negative that fosters from dreamless desires.
And the insight that flowers as each morning transpires.
There's the rose that has dried but reminds me of then
When fantasy "became" and reached out once again
To the warmth of soft meanings, where the want was in hold.
It was there in the silence, where the message was told:
That tomorrow is always and the never fades out,
Leaving hope in this corner, in a world beyond doubt.

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Peggy Nelson


Ghost Train

The ghost train is wanting down yonder road
Reaching out and taking Peke away from pains hold
No need to pack Peke earthly material items,
the Gods are more precious and loving than them
Last look at destruction. unearthly decaying
Last chance to see what ignorance is revealing
Peke you've done your best and give it your all
Your trust, your thoughts out weigh hells law
The last Ghost train ride; heaven bound Peke searched each day
Hop on board you've earned your ticket; out of hell today…

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Magical

I went to the carnival with magical mirrors ;-)
Oh, so dark and spooky; no ones inside here? =:-O
I followed the glowing white thin line in fear = : O
Here's the story of the Magical Mirrors ;-#
I finally reached the first shining glass .-\
I took a peek and I looked quit unique :-)
I took off my red dress, looking fine and sleek *-)
I heard a voice whisper wow...fine tight Arse ;-)
I was smiling and grinning I looked real great ;-)
I was praying the next mirror would tell me more ;-)

Part 2

I left completely exposed, where was loving mate? >-(
I ran to the next mirror...wide eyed hoping to score ;-)
Seeing the image of the body of me :-#
Geesh, what a mess I didn't want to see -(
What happened to my body, now covered in fat :-((
sagging boobs and cottage cheese legs fat, fat, fat! :-[
bowing head to the floor, I read the message. last mirror ahead, : (
it will lift you spirits and leave you totally thankful for who you are : )
Quickly I moved to the Last mirror for God was there to admire ;-)
He sighed; Ah! your soul is the treasure and pleasure desire ;-)))

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Well I'll Be Dammed

I've grown old and thoughts are dammed
My mind's a bitter stagnant jammed up dam
In younger years thoughts rush and flow
With laughter, joys and most of all loves glow
Will I ever be free from the tugging, lingering sore
And peacefully rest in the arms of love once more?
Stuck and frozen in pains grasping clutch
From winters painful and bitter touch
Once fiercely fighting the bitter dams flurry
To weak I've lost the battle, death's the only cure!

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Ryter Roethicle

Alone with my Toybox

Silent tears fall down my face
There is no one to understand my place.
It's a place of solitude with so much around.
Yet no-one would know just by the sound?
The beings there all lie sentient now
Uncared for, ignored, yet alive somehow.
Yes! Aware and alive and still with form
For what is memory but a previous norm?

Opening my toybox after all this time
I see memories covered in dust and grime.
Those within saw my look and my shame,
They knew of my life, I was not to blame.
So I spoke with, Kanga and Wambi again,
Sat down with my friends, there was no strain.
So we sat and talked all through the night
By the following morn everything was alright.

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Earthy Thoughts

A falling star streaks above the Earth
The trail behind it heralding its death.
The scent so strong speaks of its decay
And smells of all that winter takes away.
The ending that started the beginning
Is merely Fate sat at a wheel spinning
A rising star awakes across the Earth
A sight of wonder as the day gives birth.
The scent of freshness and new born life
Gives man hope for freedom from strife.

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First Moon

When she said "Love" the first time
There was trembling in her words.
I wished, "If only time came and went
Spent forever with her in my arms.
Looking at the beauty of the moon,
Kissing for always those tasty lips.
This peace and wonderment attained
I feel connected through space and time.
It is made all the more wondrous
Because I'm sharing it with her.

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I am the Wind

I am the wind that whispers in the still of night,
Making the rain dance softly against the window,
Changing to the winter gale that hastens flight
Freezing the earth and turning rain into snow.
Inducing horizontal ice arrows to nip and bite
That in the shelter of home causes skin to glow.
Gazing out you see the entity that is part of me
Living proof that man is subject to my will.
Know that his conceit is only what I permit to be
And that in time, he will have to pay the bill.

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New Mates

If I tell you a secret will you tell me one,
Two secrets shared alone under the sun?
I promise not to tell, if you confide in me,
Whisper in my ear, let it drift out to sea.
Bare your heart and I'll bare my soul,
Let me love you from within, make us whole.
I'll sing you a song, I'll write you a sonnet
We'll lie on my bed and make love upon it.
Your head on my shoulder, true love will cling
My lips on your lips as our bodies now sing.

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No one believes

A man and a woman fell in love at the fair
Strangers at first, but in time, so much maire.
Och aye, and she was bonny and fair of face
And he was handsome and his pulse did race.
So they wed and bided in their house together
She blossomed maire than flowers wi the heather.
In time bore bairns blue of eye and red of hair
But fate had controlled how they had met unaware.
Misery was never a thing that they knew
With the years all they touched happiness grew.

No-one believes good things can happen
Take time out, believe, leave your minds open.
Happily, Jock and Jess would strongly deny
And state strongly, misery is a corporate lie.
He would lift his kilt and show his arse
To think that such stupid beliefs could pass.
But Jess, a lady with much more aplomb
Would call gently over to her nearest son.
With a smile designed to light up humanity
You realise good things are what should be.

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Palestinian Truth

The tears she sheds are more than any tide
This new widow, who was a brand new bride.
For what fate gives she sometimes takes away
This young widowed lass, was a bride today.
But some people do not think as free as we
With some faiths believe mixing cannot be.
So the innocent pledge to lover forever
Made evil men state, "this can't happen EVER"
So she sits there weeping on the beach
Realising true love for now is out of reach.

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She comes deliciously

She comes deliciously after wine
See her in peace, see her divine.
Laying there smiling in love I know
And all her beauty in that afterglow
I watch her sleep, see her content
Knowing that to me she's meant.
How brave to say that she is mine
I know she is tastier than any wine.
I am content to be part of her serenity
And of the afterglow created by she.

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Silent Woods

I cannot cry to release my sorrow
Instead I shrug and wait the morrow.
There is nought left now but memory
And what is that, but what used to be.
Death is no lonely stranger to me now
Nor one with whom friendships grow.
Life is now a careful measure that I allow
And only rarely let my true feelings show.
In my solitude I can relive lost dreams
In silent woods no-one hears screams.

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Under Autumn Skies

Under the early autumn half moon
There is promise but results are naught.
The ground is damp from assured threats
Like a politicians kiss, just wet and empty.

The land is not angry with me, nor my kin
And only seeks to release the pain within.
I want her to weep and release her pain
So that we can all try to be one again.
But too much power will oppose the plan
And who will suffer in the end...just man.

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Unequalled Wisdom

The fairground that is life has many choices,
And equally speaking out, so many voices.
Do not laugh, do not sing, do not enjoy,
Those miserable bastards are not Gods envoy.

He says "Love thy neighbour, but not his wife"
That's a sure way he recons of causing strife
He says "Love thy neighbour, but not his Ass"
I could say something, but I won't be crass.

On the fairground that is life, enjoy all you can.
And equally avoid criticism by a religious man.

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Waders in Wellington

How apt the name of the "Long White Cloud".
How true the vision of Wellington
That before he had heard of these "Fair Isles"
He created footwear to travel thereon.
Inelegant black, built for function only and
Totally shunned by the fashion paragon.
But need must when the Devil drives
And sensible footwear helps one survive
Please take me back before much longer
To shorts, and sun, and open footwear.


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Leny Roovers


Listening

Slowly my mind takes to the reins
and gets attuned to inner song;
thy gentle touch took off old chains-
I'll freely find where I belong.
My inner light is beckoning,
reflects thy wisdom from beyond;
and in the hour of reckoning,
my heart shall willingly respond.

Until my soul joins in thy light,
I fill my days with serene plight.

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Love and laughter

You smile your secret smile at me
from eyes aglow with love fulfilled.
We sigh and touch- soft, languidly,
our energy in passion spilled.
Your body is well-known and dear,
I revel in your muscled hold;
we're partners, but one thing is clear,
in bed I do as I am told...
Or so you like to think, my sweet...
beneath warm skin I kiss love's beat.

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My silent lake

I dive into my silent lake,
her waters heal, remove all ache.
My body may be tired or weak,
in her I rest, find all I seek.
With her soft ripples she enfolds
my busy mind, till peace unfolds.
Her open arms will take me in,
she is my home, my inner skin.

Born from her substance, I'll accept
her patient Love, in freedom kept.

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Pigeons and Doves

As heavens bleed their crystalled blood,
the earth below turns into mud.
In spreading pools upon grey stone,
we're called by angels to atone.
A flock of pigeons just flew down
and huddle close, in pear-tree's crown.
Embodied as a harmless dove,
they bring a message from above-
should angels stop to cry clear floods,
our trees no longer could grow buds.

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Spring

Against high, azure skies, trees dance
with tossing heads, they sway and prance.
Their green-clad arms reach for the sun,
now finally spring has begun.
Above the chorus-line of trees,
white gulls soar on air's upward streams;
they pull my heart, extract my dreams-
I raise my face to catch love's breeze.
Still higher billow clouds' white sails,
while in their wake, more blue unveils.


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Spring garden

White blossoms on my pear trees' arms,
unfold soft petals, show off charms.
Amidst dry twigs of last year's fall,
the blackbirds search for worms, still small.
While on the fence, my neighbour's cat
thinks of her dinner, ears drawn flat.
She takes a giant leap below-
the birds have flown, she was too slow.
High in the apple-tree they sing
a serenade, to welcome spring.

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Tenderness

Your voice sends thrills along my spine,
my heartstrings echo in accord;
our bodies that so well combine,
weave harmony on love's own chord.
My fingertips travel your skin
and linger on each cherished spot,
I kiss the black dust on your chin,
in which now specks of grey are caught.
Life drew new lines into your face-
they disappear, when we embrace.

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Watching

With winged out knees and heels aligned,
I watch thought-clouds drift through my mind.
Each breath is born above my womb,
it travels upward, comes to bloom.
As prăna flows through chakras' line,
new strands of colour swift entwine
till in my body's inner room
pure cloth is woven on light's loom.
Pulsating patterns grow and shine
as silence deepens in my shrine.

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Dinah Serritelli

Sonnetina Due

I must admit I had no bloody clue,
About this challenge Sonnetina Due.
Couplets it says…Well! That seems just fine,
So rambling on I write line after line.
I am by nature a bit long on wind,
Did not know by line count I would be pinned.
A little frustrating to say the least,
To try and harness this broody old beast.
Five couplets equal a line count of ten,
My first and my last…won't do it again.

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The Need

My man and I settled for life in the West,
To become farmers we were slightly obsessed.
Built a house that sat solid side of a hill
Made friends, have a community if you will.
We keep some pigs, chickens, horses, even goats,
We grow beans, corn, potatoes, wheat and some oats.
There in the back behind a wall made of stone
Is the reason we never stray far from home.
Two little graves for our daughter and our son,
Lost to a fever in eighteen ninety one.

2

I could bring forth no more…lonesome was our plight,
When the children died we seemed to lose our light.
In church the pastor spoke 'bout an Orphan Train
Thus we went to meet it…in the pouring rain.
We were looking for a child to call our own
We sought smiles and laughter for our childless home.
My man wanted for help with chores, a strong boy,
I just wanted a child to give us some joy.
I saw me a boy, puny, just around ten,
In his tired arms, a girl babe, his to defend.

3

'I ain't going nowhere without Hannah May,
If you wants me, then, as well, she'll have to stay.'
I tugged at Hugh's sleeve, my eyes just filled with tears,
'These here are our children to love through the years.
I won't leave here, leaving these children behind,'
He looked at me like I was mad, lost my mind.
I'd made up my mind, that's all there was too it,
He just sighed…no noise from his lips did emit.
It's been nigh on twenty years, our children grown,
They made this sad house a most happy home.

The best thing we ever did, my Hugh and me,
Was to add these children to our family tree.

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Nicola Wynter

Altar of Love

Smiles are like spun gold
on a purple mist morning,
thick tropics air alters
spread shining before them,
making thoughts crystal
as their eyes turn to pewter.
Magic mint grows
surrounding where lovers caressed,
like they will again in dreams
on the alter of their love.

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Serein

After sunset in came from heavens door,
Indeed, the finest mist you could ask for
From the cloudless sky that we pray'd would cry
To ease the parch of drought, arid land sighs.
Too little, but oh so gently in came
After sunset, it wrest from heavens claim
Just like a dew upon a lovers shoulder
Or a breath breathed kiss, bare necked, bolder,
A soft surprise, where none had existed,
This sweet eden mist with us cavorted.

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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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