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Wreathed poetry is simply a natural blending of English poetry with the Celtic Welsh. Its creator George Herbert
was born into a wealthy artistic family in Wales and later was educated in Trinity College, Cambridge and was unpublished until
after his death. It is believed that his poem A Wreath was inspired by the Welsh form Englyn cryrch which uses an internal
rhyme scheme with an external one and gives a couplet scheme of:
Later poets realised that some Irish forms led with an internal form and from that was born Un-wreath poetry, simply the reverse of Wreath in that the first line starts with an internal rhyme with the second external and so on, there being no seventh line there is no external rhyme, giving this sestet a basic rhyme scheme of:
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Maryse AchongIt makes my blood boil, I see red, I get a head-ache right away; And with each passing day, I dread Reading the news; instead I pray Our youth who've gone astray will tread A new path. What more can I say?. back to list |
Divena Collins Come softly my lover, come unto me caress me now, with your loving kiss, those kisses that cherish, so tenderly revealing a tender, and sensuous wish for wishes forever will longingly be, pictured lovingly, in both eyes of mist. Come softly my love, come unto me gather me close to your loving chest, two hearts beat in rhythmical ecstasy in ecstasy lovers perform with zest a part of love where feelings run free, free of tension, and forever blessed. ----- A Dream  I lay down my head in pastures green, soft green meadow, with pillows of moss, far across the wild terrain I had been, seems in my wildest dreams to be lost, lost in thought, among a jungle theme, in my dream I had travelled across. As I peered through long green blades, hidden thro` glades wild insects thrive, they thrive in a dense jungle shade, natures shade, that they all may survive, and revive, when the hottest sun fades, as it fades. I awaken, I too am alive. ----- The Feelings of Love  How would we know, if our feelings are low. so low, that teardrops stain porcelain faces, when faces are painted a warm, loving glow which glows through, when a lover embraces when embraces are few, how may we know, will love flow, when our tender heart races. How can it be, when true love hurts so much, so much, it can break in two, loving hearts while hearts may respond to a sensual touch, for touch, prevents them both from falling apart, foreplays a part of true lovers games as such such as cupid drawing his bow, to send a dart. ----- Fly On The Ceiling  There once was a fly, upside down on the ceiling where the ceiling tops, the end of a wall static on this wall, he remembered with feeling, the feeling that he got, when he did fall while he did fall, his head it was reeling reeling with the fly spray fumes and all. He learned a thing or two, and can tell you, you are sworn, to keep some secrets well, he was well aware, you are one of a few, but few he can trust, for they wont tell and tells you now too, be careful please do for you may not have time, to bid farewell. The fly on the ceiling sees, and hears it all, stored all, in the depth of his large black eyes his eyes are opened wide, ready to enthral to enthral, but passion caught him by surprise, a surprise, as he dropped down from the wall and that wall today, still echo`s from his cries. Gypsy Rhapsody  When the full moon was brightly gleaming throwing shadows on the woodland glades, from a rustling sound of dry grass blades pranced the prettiest of the Gypsy maids. ribbons in her silken hair hung streaming. A tambourine for rhythm she played swirled in a deep frenzied excitement swayed her body in seductive enticement, moved she, entrancing, for all observant. as she danced freely, her Gypsy rhapsody. ----- If Tomorrow Never Comes  An Angel flew down to Earth, here below below clouds, with a breeze from her sigh, she sighed, words of wisdom did flow flowed through the winds from the sky, for why, she had wished us all to know, and to show, she had tears in her eyes. Thus the Angel was sent down to say, harken earthlings, children of the sun, all are of one, what you may do today, pray that today, it will almost be done, when done, you may then forever stay, one final day. If tomorrow never comes. ----- Red Sky At Night  A red sky at night is the shepherds delight, and bright sunny mornings, there are sure to be, to see a red sunset on a warm calm night, beautiful sight to enhance, true lovers harmony harmonious notes, music warms to a red sunlight and sunlights shadows, depict a haunting melody. Red sky`s in the morning, when the shepherds arise scanning the sky`s, for their prediction yet again, and they, once again turn their eyes to the skies, the skies are red, natures sign of morning rain, raining once again, as the air breathes a sigh a reddened sky spans across earths domain. ----- Red Wine  I drink to you a full hearty glass, From a flask of red ruby port wine, I have mine, and yours I would pass, But alas, I fear, to have drunk thine. I feel fine, I`m a good strong lass Do not ask me to dine, I decline Red Wine, oh how I love you so, though you make me feel so bad I had too much, my head did blow Now know, that I was such a cad. And glad that you have got to go. Although you were the best I had. ----- Walking On Air  I am walking on air, because you are near, my dear, for you are now everything to me, I see the love shine upon your face sincere, to revere this love, knowing it will always be, and for that smile, I wander near and far, far across deserts and the deep blue seas. I will be there for you, my love one fine day, and pray one day soon, we both shall meet. to greet with a loving hug, our special way, this day when true lovers become discrete, so sweet the taste of love that we display. this day when we both walk on air complete. ----- When Love Runs Deep  Why did they feel, love had come to an end the ending of love, of which bloomed so fair, is it fair, broken hearts may not ever mend, when in the end, true lovers really do care, both shared the sorrow, like best of friends for friends like lovers, mostly always share. Would it be right, to say they were wrong, wrong, to have broken hearts in this way, and to say, that forever they both belong, belonged to each other, forever and a day, when one day on, their love was still strong, not wrong, but closer in love, after the delay. back to list |
Jem Farmer Childhood holidays, just me and my dog, wet smelly dog and muddy welly boots, a boot camp of life away from city fog, lost in the fog we were hunting for coots, little cootling ducks are dangerously wild, in the wild back garden of a town child. ----- You're The Air To My All  You are the air I breathe to stay alive, the life-sustaining force within my heart, my bleeding heart can only seek to strive for you; it strives to breathe when we're apart, You are the part of me I need to thrive, as love is thriving within this, our art. If art can express words that say desire, all I desire remains with you, right there. My heart is there, not here without your fire, the fiery flames where words so oft declare, declarations of the heart to inspire, the thoughts inspiring me to breathe your air. back to list |
Ryter Roethical A cooling breath steals the leaves As the leaves change over to yellow. This mellow scene makes me grieve But leaves me feeling as though I should know that long autumn eves And believe in time warmth will follow. ----- Clay of Life  Throw on the clay and watch it spin Understanding, life is just like that clay As you shape the clay see the form begin Realising, you must treat each single day In a way that leaves a trail without chagrin And you only win, one way. ----- Hearts and Souls  He closed his eyes in pure pleasure Pleased at listening to her heart beat That beat that only lovers treasure The treasure of that feeling so sweet Sweet hearts and souls now measure A measure of how they are complete. In their unison there was a final cry A cry that created a different kiss That kiss that said no more goodbye And a sigh that only spoke of bliss From love that lasts well past eternity Dare deny that's how hearts and souls exist. ----- A Journey  Let us light a candle and watch the flicker grow But grow as it may, the flame can be no match. What could be a match for heat that we both know, And have known on our eternity's watch. That watch we kept created such a flaming glow A glow that suns can only try to attach. What of night you ask when sleep welcomes dark? Is not dark also the antithesis of light Will not that lack of light destroy a budding spark A spark that was created to cause love to ignite Igniting in darkness causing lovers to embark On the greatest journey on the blackest night. ----- Our Love Delayed  For a while I thought I knew someone Someone who made me feel elite Incomplete now because she has gone We had fun as she swept me off my feet A treat that love had briefly shone upon And the sun shone on two souls replete. Now it is the morning of another day A day that begins alone and incomplete Yet sweet, because I realise in some way It is only a delay until we will again meet The heat this time, is greater for the delay A delay til we find ourselves complete. ----- Waiting for a Day  Because I could not stop for death Death left me to my own device A device that looked for one of wealth This means I put death on the ice That kiss of ice and that final breath The final breath I've now missed twice He kindly stopped for another bloke Or else why am I still around Still around and almost still as broke Hidden in the smoke when life is sound I sound it out carefully and have a poke A careful poke not wanting a rebound Someday I will hear that gentle tap A tap heralding my soul's timely end An end from this my earthly lap A lap that will give me time to send That I intend to take that final nap And clap and greet him like an old friend. ----- Wonder  Admire the wind, admire the view A view of mountain peaks and such Such a sight seen by just a very few. Which Heaven gave to me to clutch Still I wish it could be seen by two True love would appreciate the touch.. back to list |
Nia Wynne Black clouds curtain thunderous skies, Cancerous sky once hidden only by trees With trees now shadowed in steamy sighs, Steaming sighs explode the earthen leas, Leaving leas for sweat on angels brows with whys For why the streets are rivers, whole towns become seas. ----- Royal Beauty  Royal beauty that flies with Cardinals wings Whose wings delight noon's day bright And bright songs heard, in forest rings, Crimson rings a heart with love's light Such light fills the skies and by sun brings A thought that brought a flower to a lovers night. ----- Six Horses  Six mares on an ocean of grass Grassy waves blowing songs around Round and round manes and tails, across soft ground Soft ground where foals sleep sound Sounds of night accenting dreams pass.  back to list |
Divena and Ryter Grains of time, passing slowly through, Flowing through life, particles of sand, the sands, that flow from tidals anew, hour glass anewed, good fortune in hand, take this hand, lovers destiny, reviewed forever renewed, from the sea,to the land. Neptune rules the waves of the seas, the seas, whisper legends to be told, once told, sailors sung shanties with ease, easy to please, dark rum in the hold. oceans behold, in a briny sea breeze. natures breeze, where destiny unfolds. ----- Gone are the days Gone are the care-free days of our youth, Youthful days when all was so sublime Those primal days when word was proof Going along the paths you chose to climb With each climb, Time, and Fate was aloof Truth blown away like the sands of time. Some people are born with the silver spoon A wood spoon for others in life's pantomime A pantomime where you are a chosen goon But a goon that survives what ever the clime Sometimes others have perished before noon Their lives blown away like the sands of time. back to list |
Divena and Jem The rivers were still, calm and serene So serene, was the mountainside valley`s, The valley`s were silent, and evergreen, evergreen where Welsh choirs tarried, tarried by cascading waterfall scene, sang scenic hymns, for a grand finale.  The spirit voices rang from the hillside, from beside the streams to mountain peak the peeking clovers silently hide in hidden lands they wait for one to speak the dragon spake of our patriotic pride Be proud of the Welsh nation we seek.  back to list |
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