2009 Form Challenges

#16 Echo Sonnet

Divena Collins After the Storm Tempestuous storms from the raging ocean, White sails billowing on tall, galleons of olde, legends of waters, great dangers behold, Waves claimed the lives, and Sailors devotion. Inland destruction, and distraught emotions Wild is the storm, that sweep the great seas Dwellings awash, uprooting ancient trees. Waves claimed the lives, and Sailors devotion. With a peaceful rippling, on a gentle motion. A calming of waters following a storm Battered landscape, will always transform Waves claimed the lives, and Sailors devotion Tempestuous storms from the raging ocean. Waves claimed the lives, and Sailors devotion. ----- Angels of Love Celestial stars twinkle, in the heavens above Shining down to Earth, on the darkest night, Deep in trance, through soft mystical light, A prophesy on Earth, of true eternal Love, Visions of Angels, with white turtle doves, Dreams of fulfillment, and heavenly bliss Cool breezes blow down, a soft gentle kiss A prophesy on Earth, of true eternal love. Mythical spirits, awaken two lovers thereof Hearts beating, like soft feathered wings Angels choral voices, so sweetly they sing A prophesy on earth, of true eternal love. Celestial stars twinkle in the heavens above, A prophesy on Earth, of true eternal love. ----- For All We Are Time has brought us hope, from near and far, Precious memories, will linger to the end. Not just lovers, but both greatest friends. To embrace, and touch, for all that we are; Previously such thoughts, would be bizzare. As times gone by, we two have found a love, Exploring love,`neath the bright stars above To embrace, and hold, for all that we are. It would hurt so much, to say Au revoir. True lovers, never meant, to be so denied, Adore, and cherish, deepest feelings inside To embrace, and touch, for all that we are. Time has brought us hope, from near and far To embrace, and touch, for all that we are. ----- Garden Of Eden A garden so tranquil, is our perfect haven Enticing us away from lifes formalities, Lead us from earths sweet magical fallacies, High upon the wings, of a mythical black Raven. Fruits on the vines are so heavily laden, Sun kissed and ripened now ready to eat, In a mystical haze, from the hot suns heat, High upon the wings, of a mythical black Raven. To the garden of Eden thro` gates of heaven. Where Angels sing sweetly `neath the bowers, Weaving thro` tapestries, of beautiful flowers High upon the wings, of a mythical black Raven. A garden so tranquil is our perfect haven High upon the wings, of a mythical black Raven, ----- The Harmony of Nature I wander near, I wander far, away from my abode Over hills, and over dales, with rivers running free, In a land of milk and honey. beyond the deep sea, To find perfect harmony, in natures musical mode. Sweet heavenly gifts of, wondrous sights bestowed, With exotical notes of Cedar. Sandalwood and Pine And orchestral passions of woodland scents divine, To find perfect harmony, in natures musical mode. Birds on high in soprano pitch, sing a choral ode, The rustling of leaves whisper, as woodwinds blow, Then the finale, of natures natural crescendo`s flow. To find perfect harmony, in natures musical mode. I wander near, I wander far, away from my abode, To find perfect harmony, in natures musical mode. ----- The Snow Maiden Oh Maiden of the snow, whither do thy go, When the snow is falling deep on the ground, Whilst winters light is fading fast around, Wild gusts, of cold December winds doth blow. Packs of wolves are howling in the snow, Hunger reveals their spirit, through amber eyes, Oh Maiden of the snow, come hear saddened cries, Wild gusts, of cold December winds doth blow. Rivers that turn to ice and doth not flow, No more, sun hath warmth, enough to melt. Natives dwell in tepee`s, wrapped in pelts Wild gusts, of cold December winds doth blow. Oh Maiden of the snow, whither do thy go. Wild gusts, of cold December winds doth blow. ----- That First Kiss When two lovers met, they both fell deeply in love How tender, and exciting, that first kiss can be, Pent up feelings, let go and forever to be free, Close in each others arms,`neath a starlit sky above, Enjoying the nearness, and pleasures, deprived of, How can, this divinity of love, be scorned a sin, This night they will both remember now, deep within, Close in each other arms, `neath a starlit sky above. This first kiss will remain in their hearts thereof, A memory ,they both shall cherish, for years to come, When both lovers, came closer together then as one, Close in each others arms,`neath a starlit sky above When two lovers met, they both fell deepy in love, Close in each others arms,`neath a starlit sky above. ----- Why Oh Why Why in my heart, do I know I am wrong, And why do I always strive to be right, To know that I have to get up and fight, And try to prove myself, I could belong. Why do I feel, I am lost without song In this World, so unforgiving, and cold, I do not dare to listen, when I am told, And try to prove myself, I could belong. Why is it I hurt so, the whole night long Emotions of love, choose to pass me by All I achieve is a submissive sigh. And try to prove myself, I could belong. Why in my heart, do I know I am wrong And try to prove myself, I could belong. ----- Wild Garden Herbs Tincture of Arnica, for bones and sprains, Flowers of Elder, a soothing cough potion, Applied on the skin, for good freckle lotion. Wild herbs from the garden, to ease the pains, Calendula flower heads, dried from the rains, Properties to soften, rough gardening hands, An ancient remedy, used throughout the land, Wild herbs from the garden to ease the pains. Lavender, applied or mosquito bite reigns. Keeps them at bay, flies away from the scent, some old garden remedies, with properties meant, Wild herbs from the garden, to ease the pains. Tincture of Arnica, for bones and sprains, Wild herbs from the garden, to ease the pains back to list

Jem Farmer Blades of Truth Inside the walls of my mind, there's no light, tormented thoughts my flaming chains of hell the dreams, which keep me in this padded cell just blades of truth released in endless night I'm trapped inside a place of mental plight the only sound, a screaming heart's last beats so near yet out of reach as time repeats the blades of truth released in endless night Emotions pull my soul to edge of spite In pits of fear my bleeding fingers gripped the pain of life and curls of skin lie stripped by blades of truth released in endless night. Inside the walls of my mind, there's no light, just blades of truth released in endless night. ----- Just a Poet You taught me meter, words began to flow, the sonnet form at last I could attain, rewrite, rewrite, now read it out again, my friend, a poet, sets the words aglow A rhythm gives the words somewhere to go, I fought against it, wanted my own voice, you showed the path iambic gave me choice my friend, a poet, sets the words aglow You frown at slants of rhyme, I know you do, I'll take the rap for that and simply grin, you know this time I won't put owt new in, my friend, a poet, sets the words aglow You taught me meter, words began to flow, my friend, a poet, sets the words aglow. ----- Rose Red Her beauty hides behind the rose's thorn, the promised love revealed on claret lips, to catch her gentle kiss on fingertips, in scarlet ink; my love forever sworn. The trails of passion in spirals adorn a wreath of love, and garlands dress her hair, my broken heart can heal as thoughts repair in scarlet ink; my love forever sworn. My shadowed hopes lay cast aside; forlorn the ivy dreams of summer's sunshine heat, my rose shall bloom as petals gently meet in scarlet ink; my love forever sworn. Her beauty hides behind the roses thorn, in scarlet ink; my love forever sworn. ----- Royal Visit The scarlet path that waits for royal feet, The finest crimson weave and softest pile, A bouquet welcomed with a fleeting smile, Her visit considered a regal treat. The gathered crowd of watchers cheer to greet, Her hand that waftures, gloved in purest white, A moment's glimpse to sate the briefest sight, Her visit considered a regal treat. With grace and majesty, the day complete, Her duty met the love and trust between A faithful nation and their loyal Queen, Her visit considered a regal treat. The scarlet path that waits for royal feet, Her visit considered a regal treat. back to list

Ryter Roethical Autumn Warnings I do not regret my life in any way As it passes like smoke from a chimney And a young man again I shall never be Autumn tells me it's almost time to pay. My hair is silver much preferred to grey My heart no longer beats as once it did And all my dangerous acts I now forbid Autumn tells me it's almost time to pay. Some mortals merely watch life each day Others make adventure a living way of life Some end in peace and others end in strife Autumn tells me it's almost time to pay. I do not regret my life in any way Autumn tells me it's almost time to pay. ----- Extempore Think on this you mortals that you surface Into a world as the newest member Future unknown, the past you don't remember As a babe you're part of the human race. Your parents influence some of your traits Manipulating what you know about things Sometimes guiding, sometimes pulling your strings And you grow up part of the human race. As you mature a way of life you embrace Becoming parents learning also as you grow Following examples you saw a short time ago Creating more parts of the human race Think on this you mortals that you surface As an important part of the human race. ----- Fear of the Night And on the first day the word created light Then on the last day the word created flesh And in its madness that flesh created fear, Later in darkness flesh created fear of the night. In that darkness all that was good took flight And evil and all its creatures found a place Forever to be a curse on the human race When in darkness flesh created fear of the night. Horned bloodsucking creatures that seek to bite And feed off the flesh of God-fearing men That self same stupid flesh that created them When in darkness flesh created fear of the night. And on the first day the word created light Later in darkness flesh created fear of the night. ----- Prisoner Like a prisoner you have me bound to you But not with cuffs and chains of hardened steel There are no prison bars, for my hands to feel And I'm not counting days till freedom's due. There was no crime, or deed, or whistle blew My life is sealed by chance, on just one deal A wound from cupid's dart that will not heal And I'm not counting days till freedom's due. No fear of escape or break, no strike or coup Instead its bonds of love that the angels reel I'll be a model prisoner, on an even keel And I'm not counting days till freedom's due. Like a prisoner you have me bound to you And I'm not counting days till freedom's due. ----- unclaimed dreams Twilight glimmers with unclaimed dreams Casts away the promises made by the day And for a short while it holds reality at bay, Do not believe that life is all moonbeams. Cover your eyes, or sleep it's not what it seems There's no promise of what you want if you pray 'Cause in the end get that for what you pay Do not believe that life is all moonbeams. An unsatisfied life spent in useless schemes Believe in a life lit by the Suns first ray And welcome truth with the light of day Do not believe that life is all moonbeams. Twilight glimmers with unclaimed dreams Do not believe that life is all moonbeams. ----- Vampire Leathered wings beat in the moonlight As on it's way the evil creature flies A maid asleep upon her bed she lies Cry loudly now you creatures of the night. It sees her there she will be his tonight Through the open window to his prize Fearless the maid seeing begins to rise Cry loudly now you creatures of the night. Her throat, her soul she offers, invites his bite And then his blood she drinks in wantonness A Queen is created a Queen of Darkness Cry loudly now you creatures of the night. Leathered wings beat in the moonlight Cry loudly now you creatures of the night. ----- When Darkness Looms Sometimes it's hard to see past this dreary day No comforting light shines upon or within Especially hearing the settling creatures din As darkness looms, tomorrow also fades away. Deep in the night is when the morn will play And whilst you sleep start to feel you will begin Afresh and greet the morn with a happy grin As darkness looms, tomorrow also fades away. Misery and all its allies you'll see fall away The day has become the past and now tis night Today begins in darkness waiting for light As darkness looms, tomorrow also fades away. Sometimes it's hard to see past this dreary day As darkness looms, tomorrow also fades away. ----- Xanadu Beyond our reach is a rich land of fantasy In another place, and some other time, Is this perfect place with a perfect clime. It's all you wish your life and dreams to be. Everything we plan and wish and dare to see Will each and every night be waiting there This kaleidoscope so full of life's rich fare It's all you wish your life and dreams to be. Relax a while and let your minds go free As each and every night on your beds you lie With closed eyes you let your cares drift by It's all you wish your life and dreams to be. Beyond our reach is a rich land of fantasy It's all you wish your life and dreams to be. back to list

Nia Wynne Garden of Emotions Every emotion is a flower. The roses of love are also such ones, Shared by two they multiply in the sun Expanding petals to capture it's power. Desire is the touch of loves bower That looks very much like tulips in rain Warmed by Spring showers in sunny lanes Where willows weep, love sleeps not in towers. Let Forget-Me-Nots foster hope, not sour Despairs of the dead seasons dry boast, Where wine is so arid you may not toast To the buds of every new hour. Every emotion is a flower Expanding petals to capture love's power. ----- Olde West In The West you can dream of the future Of all the prospects that are worthy, Just imagine a boundless new country Brimming with untapped resources, so pure. And wonders of a free life, unencumbered By lack of choice, fettered words or voice, To rise above the predestination, peace, Brimming with untapped resources, so pure. From mountains high to fields of wheat, endured The hearty souls who came bearing strong hopes, Assured their dreams would help them to cope, Brimming with untapped resources, so pure. In The West you can dream of the future Brimming with untapped resources, so pure. back to list

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Jem Farmer Surrealistic Masquerade. A Glosa of Echo Sonnets Texte: A rose in the high garden you desire. A wheel in the pure syntax of steel. The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist fog, The grays watching over the last balustrades. Sonnet I A rose in the high garden you desire, the carmine lips that promise your delight and fragrant pleasures found beyond the night where flames of passion burn within love's fire. And amber sparks the dreams which shall inspire my artists touch as you my muse sip wine and senses brush against a world divine where flames of passion burn within love's fire. To dance with you across the raging pyre the wildest ride I found; your smiling grace to take my hand within this secret place, where flames of passion burn within love's fire. A rose in the high garden you desire where flames of passion burn within love's fire. Sonnet II And a wheel in the pure syntax of steel, recalls the carbon nights I spent with you, the ground lay scented with your rosy hue those dreams, which I can no longer conceal. Beneath the moon, you taught me how to feel, the ebb and flow of love which courted me, a cerise kiss opened my heart to see, through dreams which I can no longer conceal. You took my soul and let the stars reveal, the love residing deep inside a thought, a glimpse of existence my heart has sort in dreams which I can no longer conceal. And a wheel in the pure syntax of steel, those dreams, which I can no longer conceal. Sonnet III Mountain stripped bare of impressionist fog my soul as naked in your gazing eyes, beneath the willow trails, you heard my sighs while sat in love upon a seasoned log. At summer's end the leaves so gently jog upon the autumn's breeze where we first kissed, when in the garden high above the mist while sat with you upon a seasoned log. My life of art without the missing cog as empty as the board before the paint until you gave me love without restraint, while sat with you upon a seasoned log. Mountain stripped bare of impressionist fog while sat with you upon a seasoned log. Sonnet IV The grays watching o'er the last balustrades, are fading in the autumn shades of red, as song illuminates the way ahead at this first dance of Modron's masquerade. My goddess brings a light to darker shade, your sweetest love the waxen scarlet flame that swirls inside my molten heart's acclaim at this first dance of Modron's masquerade. The love I feel like waterfall's cascade amid the circle built of ancient stone, where like a queen upon the rowan throne, at this first dance of Modron's masquerade. The grays watching o'er the last balustrades, at this first dance of Modron's masquerade. back to list

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Ryter Roethical Reflections of Senses A Crown of Echo Sonnets Sight: the 1st sense: Your reflection in the window I look at it And wonder how much of you I really see How much do I know and where is the key What do I see, how much do you permit? Each time we meet, do we need to recommit What lurks behind that look, your eyes, your smile? That look of love on seeing has me so beguiled What do I see, how much do you permit? On my inquisition some things you wont admit Instead you turn to me, two mirrors Is it that your eyes hide all your past sorrows What do I see, how much do you permit? Your reflection in the window I look at it What do I see, how much do you permit? Sound: the 2nd sense: Your reflection in the window will not admit The depth of your love, and it makes me wonder It does not speak will it cast me asunder What should I hear, how much do you permit? I wish with vows of love it would commit Yet often it turns to me, still with a smile But no sound from your alter ego to beguile What should I hear, how much do you permit? So many times I wish I could hear come from it From time to time, those three exquisite words And wish often that your spirit could be heard, What should I hear, how much do you permit? Your reflection in the window will not admit What should I hear, how much do you permit? Smell: the 3rd sense: Your reflection there, there is no fragrance to it I sniff, where is the odour? There is no scent And what is the use if they are not fragrant What do I sense, how much do you permit? Scents of love, the tangy bouquet, where is it Not even clean, showered and freshly soaped How can this reflection doesn't bring me hope What do I sense, how much do you permit? It misses, the pungency of the fragrant bluet This glass image possesses no savoury essence That can ever compare to your scents presence What do I sense, how much do you permit? Your reflection in the window no fragrance to it What do I sense, how much do you permit? Taste: the 4th sense: Your reflection in the window there's no taste to it I wonder what kind of flavour does it endow. Surely any taste of Heaven it won't allow What do I taste, how much do you permit? Will I mere mortal be able to savour every bit Or merely taste naught like a water distilled Having been supped the thirst is still filled What do I taste, how much do you permit? There is no finer taste than love I must admit Where is the saltiness of lovers, there is is none And the flavoured taste of loves juice is gone What do I taste, how much do you permit? Your reflection in the window there's no taste to it What do I taste, how much do you permit? Touch: the 5th sense: Your reflection in the window can I touch it How can I make it's feelings like mine grow How is it possible what do I need to know What may I touch, what is it that you permit? This impostor's image has not your vite Even though it holds your shape and form There is much more than that to make it norm What may I touch, what is it that you permit? How well I know your willingness to submit And offer your warm wet lips so soft to kiss But your reflections offer means I will miss What may I touch, what is it that you permit? Your reflection in the window can I touch it What may I touch, what is it that you permit? Soul: the 5th sense: Reflections in the window your soul emits Do I see my Juliet and you your Romeo? The light of love your soul wishes to show What do I see, what is it that you permit? What lurks behind your smile, should I commit? Am I the lover that you so wish to beguile, And you Mona Lisa with that enigmatic smile, What do I see, what is it that you permit? Is it love for each other we must admit If so there is no need at all for sorrow? Hand in hand we'll walk towards tomorrow What do I see, what is it that you permit? Reflections in the window your soul emits What do I see, what is it that you permit? back to list

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