2009 Form Challenges

#13 Envelope Stanza

This is a very interesting form and was probably created by Francesco Petrarcha when he moved from the Sicilian court. As well as being the building blocks of the Italian octave, the Spanish and French octave use it also. However, it is a poetry form in its own right, and probably the latter pair have set the precedence for the meter which if we look at the French or Spanish roots consists of eight syllables, or English purists insisting on Iambic Tetrameter. This gives a suggested pattern of;
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x x x b
x x x x x x x b
x x x x x x x a

Summer Wind

The summer wind blows from the north
Bringing those days of endless heat.
Seeing haze rising from the street.
Culling all wishes to go forth

Ryter Roethicle

Autumn Leaves

When leaves are falling from the forest trees
Iíll be going away to school alone
But I can always call home on the phone
New adventures coming on autumnís breeze.

Tony G

Winter Wind

The winter wind in scurries squeals
In icy waves that sweep away
All thoughts of warmth as branches sway
Exposing limbs, in cold reveals

Gloria Carpenter

Spring Wind

In spring, a breeze blows from the west;
A breath as gentle as a sigh;
And with it, soft tears from the sky;
Relief at passing winter's test.

Kevin McKinney

Envelope Stanza Challenge Replies

Mark A


Adam C


Toby G

Maybe This Time

Maryse Achong

Love's Seasons

Divena Collins

Beauty Becomes You
Four High Seasons
Hearts Burn
I Am As I Am
I Shall Be There
Over The Hills
Softly They Whisper
Whispering Breeze

Jem Farmer

A Friendly Face
Le Visage d'une Fille
Love's Incantation
Rustling Leaves
Summer Love
When The Goddess Called

Ryter Roethicle

Days Will Come
I know
Kindred Spirits
Life and Death
Not Just Another Day
Oh Nipple
You Have Become
X for the loser

Leny Roovers


Nia Wynne

Black Fate
Colourless Summer
Heron Morn
Summer Buds

Mark A


Kicking about in the park with my mate
Iím Beckham inside my head as I play
Iíll score the winning goal one day
Then maybe mum will let me stay up late

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Adam C


Don't look at me like I don't belong
I am how God wants me to be
So look away if you cannot see
I have Downs but I am strong.

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Toby G

Maybe This Time

I wish you would do more than stare
And look beyond my scarred face
Then you might see I am part of this place
Maybe this time you will see I am there.

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Maryse Achong

Love's Seasons

A summer love can sometimes turn
Into a gentle autumn glow
That endures through the winter's snow,
And blooms afresh with spring's return.

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Divena Collins

Beauty Becomes You

To savour your sweet perfumes
those velvet petals sublime,
always there in summertime
most exquisitely tinted blooms.

An enchanting beauty to see
a friend in june, ever appears
bearing dawns dew drop tears,
and profusion of sweet potpourri.


The Four High Seasons


Spring awakens, to sweet bird song,
and bulbs sprout up, towards sun,
children playing, having fun
daylight is meant to prolong.


The sun at it`s hottest today,
off to the beach they will go,
with pretty maids, all in a row
in a summer beauty display.


Leaves of trees begin to fall,
yellow, red, and russet brown.
ripening fruits, in forest found
country scenery, to enthral.


I wandered over hill, and dales,
thro`forests, and fields once gold,
climbed high, snowy mountains bold,
and the cold north wind prevails.


Hearts Burn

All is lost, I am no more
for my heart has broke in half,
what had started with a laugh,
now has hurt my feelings sore.

I dont know, which way to turn
tell me why is love so cruel,
plays with words, a poets fuel
as treasured feelings burn

Why, do lovers make me cry,
Is it all a horendous game,
can it ever be quite the same,
will there ever be, a you, and I.


I Am As I Am

I am me, and cannot change
always been so, all my days
I may be set in my ways
and can appear very strange.

I try to be a better me
can be hard for me indeed,
many a time, I don`t succeed.
friends that know me agree.

This day I found a nice lover
he told me, he loved me dear
in his arms he held me near
I never dreamed of another,

Life is very important to me
in sadness, happiness and fun,
share a big hug with everyone,
for I am, as I am, tenderly.


I shall be there

I shall be there, forever for you.
in heart, spirit, desirous dreams
fantasies that reign supreme,
one day will then become true.

I shall be there, to hold your hand
to lead you thro`loves paradise,
that`s only seen through misty eyes.
in a distant and tranquil land.

I shall be there, dearest one
if you will be there for me,
in love for all of eternity,
which is never to be undone.


Over The Hills And Far Away

I`m over the hill and far away
to a land of love and peace,
where my feelings I release
and my heart will yearn to stay.

Where the sun will always shine
and my dreams shall all come true
where troubles are all but few,
in this fantasy world of mine.

I`m over the hill and far away
with my idol Sharpes Sean Bean
well a woman can but dream
it would certainly make my day.


Softly They Whisper

Softly they whisper sweet love,
as they lay in each other arms
revealing, endearing, charms
`neath the moon, and stars above.

Kisses like wine, they bestow,
on bodies, with sensual touch
true lovers, treasure so much,
as they let their feelings go.

To rest on a bed of feathers
feeling rapturous love sublime,
both lost in each other, and time.
wrapped in their dreams together.

Softly they whisper sweet love,
the moon, and the stars disappear,
as the dew sheds a gentle tear,
from the mist, of a cloud above.



As thunder rolled thro`clouds
lightening flashed in the sky,
seagulls flying low did cry,
and mist had formed a shroud.

Torrential rain washes roads
sheets of water drowning all.
rainbow haze, afloat with oil
formed on puddles, hues explode.

Sirens sounding through the night
danger ahead as storm advances,
car windscreen, raindrops dances,
moon now hidden, away from sight.

It never really rains but pours,
Car is stuck in quick sand mire,
with broken lamp, one flat tyre,
lost, remote, four locked doors.


Whispering Breeze

A Whispering summer breeze
that dances `neath the bowers,
where pretty, foxglove flowers
gently kiss the Willows leaves.

The morning sun hath arisen,
to a magical dew kissed scene,
of pinks, and yellows, and green
natures finest gifts, are given.

As wild birds awaken in song,
from highest bough in the trees,
in the softest whispering breeze
. on this earth all summer long.

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Jem Farmer

A Friendly Face

Enclothed in petaled blushful grace,
more lovely than mere words can say,
a friendly face, on summer's day,
as delicate as finest lace.

Her fragrant breath, my solace brings
in scented blooms of sheer delight,
recalling dreams of love tonight,
as nightingale so softly sings.


Le Visage d'une Fille


Sent la pluie comme un ete anglais.
Comme les notes d'une chanson lointaine
Sortant de derriere d'un poster esperant
Que la vie ne fut si longue.

Steve Strange


Sent la pluie comme un ete anglais
The masks of unshed tears are laid to rest
as deeper truth unfolds between the screams
and pain of years amid my secret dreams
released by solemn words, so long repressed.
Feel the rain like an English summer

Comme les notes d'une chanson lointaine

I hear her voice across the sands of time
the songs remain as dreams to soothe my heart
when words of rage are said to tear apart
my mind. My love of 'she' is not a crime.
Hear the notes of a distant song

Sortant de derriere d'un poster esperant

I walk in freedom, proud of who I am,
the ghosts of guilt no longer haunt my soul,
this masquerade must end, the truth my goal
and bias means nothing, who gives a damn?
Stepping out from a backdrop poster

Que la vie ne fut si longue.

If only 'she' were here beside me now
I feel 'her' love, in faith 'she' keeps me strong
I'll not complain that life is dull or long
a promise made, it's time to keep that vow.
Wishing life wouldn't be so long


Love's Incantation

High priestess neath the summer moon,
she cast her spell upon my heart,
my senses simply fell apart
as magic sung of love's sweet tune.

High priestess neath the autumn sky,
with gentle hands she captured me,
yet in my hunger set me free,
as falling leaves meander by.

High priestess in the winter snow,
with love's embrace she keeps me warm,
two hearts unite in ritual form,
as fiery embers softly glow.

High priestess in the springtide's mist,
the endless turning of life's wheel,
and she alone can know I feel,
the passion found when our love kissed.


Rustling Leaves

A cascade splashes mountain pool
while rowan trees reveal the shade
and rustling leaves of thought invade
the summer's air begins to cool.

When searing days and sultry nights
so make the way of autumn's gold
another year is growing old
are you the one still in my sights?

Those times when life sets us apart
I wonder is it you that would
in autumn's mist, I know you could
unveil the love inside my heart.


Summer Love 1

The summer sun invites our lips to kiss,
the warmth of love is calling from the sea,
as passion brewed over strawberry tea,
can love linger beyond a season's bliss.
The crimson nights we shared along the beach,
as sun sets down beneath the ocean curl,
our tactile hearts' intent upon the sands unfurl,
can lover linger beyond a season's reach?


When the Goddess Called my Name

No love could breathe around my blackened soul,
that night I looked to vivid lunar skies,
a lonely wind of change as life took toll,
I heard the pipes of Pan and whispered sighs.
Where witches dance to Nature's true devise,
the mystic Lady came and called my name,
and magic dreams began to fill my eyes.
Oh Queen of silver light my heart is tame,
this summer night which sparked my soul's eternal flame.

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Ryter Roethical

Days Will Come

The days will come the days will go
The hands of time move on and on
Counting weeks as they pass anon
The years will pass not fast, nor slow.

Eternity's silver torch has shone
And in due time our love will grow
The days will come the days will go
The hands of time move on and on.

The sun has died and there's only snow
At the end of time when all is gone
Our souls will smile having lived on
Our love outlasted the world below.



Because of fate we must live apart
Life has decreed it must be this way
We seize each moment, each new day
Knowing now what is in our hearts.

Tempering souls whilst separate
With other souls we stop and play
Life has decreed it must be this way
Wondering what's on the muses chart

Drawing strength, learning the art
Wondering if will we meet someday
Carefully stating what we convey
Love is a play, you and I have a part.


I know

If I search in the stars above.
Somewhere in the mists of time
We met and shared, you were mine
I know that I have met my love

Somewhere in the mists of time
When fates decree to be sublime
I know that I have met my love
And have a life others dream of

When fates decree to be sublime
We're united by the stars above
And have a life others dream of
A union that has become so fine

We're united by the stars above
Separated by a different clime
A union that has become so fine
Yet secure in that knowledge of

Separated by a different clime
Knowing in time heavens move
Yet secure in that knowledge of
This love became ever so prime

Knowing in time heavens move
Somewhere in the mists of time
This love became ever so prime
I know that I have met my love.


Kindred Spirit Nights

Warm summer nights and heavenly sounds
It is our gift from nature, without speech
Wishy washy sounds from the sandy beach
The rippling as o'er the stones the sea rounds.

The birds lie there noisily asleep in their nests
Like humans some snore when they are asleep
And as they breathe we hear a soft cheep, cheep.
Like humans hold their love close to their breast.

The moon like any lady is silent as she rises
Smiling at the noisy earth whispers, "Hello".
Listening to hoots and noises far below,
And whatever happens with no surprises.


Life and Death

With the start of each and every life,
There also begins a time of death.
The pain of birth and our first breath
But with death there is no midwife

The same with love, as with our life
We dream of one of whom we care,
Then what was hope, becomes despair
And all to often care turns to strife.

The pattern starts when strangers meet
Forming its shape with each passing day.
With truth and friendship, there's no decay.
The end of life is where soul partners greet.


Not Just Another Day

Do not think that you can just lay
At ease and wait the sun's caress
And dawn with hued colour dress
This morn is not just another day.

The gentle winds of morn makes sway
And autumns breezes scent the air
Playing gently with the walkers hair
This morn is not just another day.

If time froze would we wish to stay
The pleasant breeze, the start of morn
What is the reason for any scorn?
This day was not just another day.

With the evening its time for play
And talk of love and similar things
Then sleep, to see what morning brings
This day was not just another day.


Oh Nipple

What a wondrous creature thou art
Thou who art so small doth make
Me love thee for thy very sake
Belonging of my love, tho so small a part

As a child I would suck so well on thee
Would lick and lap ever at thee so
From thy sleep a treasured acorn grow.
As a man for pleasure I suck so avidly

Thou pert ring that grows with fire
Hidden and covered from other eyes
Open to my view to tease and tantalise
Thy dark areole that swells so with desire

Keys that opens locks to treasure doors
Avidly each night and day I seek
Should I turn thee passions wreak
To find thy lustful pleasure pours.


You Have Become

You have become a presence in my mind.
I do not like it, no longer is my mind free
Instead, waking time is with thoughts thee
Thoughts once controlled and simple kind.

In my minds eye I see you everywhere
Each waking moment steals all my time
Someone to me who's become sublime
In thoughts so different to what was there

Now wander off in space, to leave me blind
Thinking about something's that could just be
Of the future, of love and of you and me
The way our souls around each other wind.


X for the loser

How can my heart be trusted again?
Too easy I gave it and now its back
It once was red but now it's black
Like it's been dragged along a dirty plain.

The memories I hope time will erase
But times were good, you gave me hope
Those sugared words, made me a dope
I realise now you were just a craze.

The spoils of war are at your feet
It was not love I realise it now
Or even lust, that I would allow
I finally admit you have me beat.

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Leny Roovers


Your hands send thrills across my skin,
my body comes awake with glee;
soft rippling shivers set me free
while replete sighs rise deep within.

I watch your hands play guitar's strings,
your head bowed to her graceful curves;
she sings her joy without reserves
as senses float on music's wings.

Mind's mirror shows a peaceful lake
where tiny ripples drift ashore;
above, small birds of pleasure soar,
their flight dispersing long held ache.

Warm hands send shivers through my skin-
contentment rises deep within.

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Nia Wynne

Black Fate

There are few opportunities
For a grey lady to find one
Much less "The One" to be her one
And only mate across life seas.

When life you've crossed and come back
To where austerity is choice,
Though disdained, there's no release
From fates dictated in black.


Colorless Summer

A splash of color would be nice
Since this hueless life sings
Of cyan blue bells, now tolling,
Tripping along a road of vice.

A black flower in colorless
Summer vesture thuds against time,
Grey leaves whisper under shoes grime
To remind us not to think less

But do more than drip with long sighs,
Shush the children and screech our tires
In protest. Instead, make fires
Roar and fireworks pop too high!


Heron Morn

Fishing in the early morn dew
Young blue heron poses to stare,
One leg raised, neck straight up there
Above tall waving grass to view

That bubble on the surface, broke
Once, though wind only spoke to sky,
He knew his prey was hiding, shy,
Like a fawn lieing down by oaks

Surrounded by thick brush and weeds,
Little water beads hung in air
Waiting, then movement, a fin bare,
A quick dart ends birds silent needs.


Summer Buds

A summer love has opened new
Bringing a scent to delight,
More blush to cheeks, now rose bright,
As soft words touch, like lips, pink hued.

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