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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;
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Mark AKicking about in the park with my mate I’m Beckham inside my head as I play I’ll score the winning goal one day Then maybe mum will let me stay up late back to list |
Adam CDon'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. back to list |
Toby GI 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. back to list |
Maryse AchongA summer love can sometimes turn Into a gentle autumn glow That endures through the winter's snow, And blooms afresh with spring's return. back to list |
Divena Collins 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 Spring awakens, to sweet bird song, and bulbs sprout up, towards sun, children playing, having fun daylight is meant to prolong. Summer. 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. Autumn Leaves of trees begin to fall, yellow, red, and russet brown. ripening fruits, in forest found country scenery, to enthral. Winter 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. ----- Storm  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. back to list |
Jem FarmerEnclothed 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 Texte 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 Glosa 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. back to list |
Ryter Roethical 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. ----- Dichotomy  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. back to list |
Leny RooversYour 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.  back to list |
Nia Wynne 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.  back to list |
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