2009 Form Challenges

#17 Sepets

Divena Collins Come Play With Me Come play within my garden, pleasures to behold Amidst the pretty daisies, and buttercups of gold, Faeries in the green grass, within their faerie ring, And Elvins come and push me, high up upon my swing, In my wondrous little world, of dreams and fantasy, I wade, amidst a maze of leaves `neath oaken trees, And fly with the butterflies, that flutter in the breeze. Come play within my garden, of mystical powers The magic of herbs, balm, roots, leaves and flowers. Shall be with you, thro` a rustic, archway of roses, We shall skip there, amidst a bed of violet posies, To play in the sun, savouring sweet scents within, Weaving buttercup, and clover, true friendship chains. Past times we now recall, when our fantasy reigns ----- Lady Autumn Come Autumns carpet of crimson and gold Shed thy leaves, bright colours to behold, Thou hath withered and fallen to the ground, A regal red carpet, strong winds blew down. Lady Autumn curtseys, for her first debut, She haunts the woodlands, now full of grace, A sceptre of death with a beautiful face. Summer hath adorned, the dense woodland green Autumn doth boast, natures variegated scene, An artists brush, with inspiration and flair Captures the moment with precision and care. A mystical autumn, in this season of mists, As darkness ascends, changing all that s bright, Leading the woodlands deep, towards the night. ----- The Maiden & The Unicorn. I Deep in a forest, where fantasies reign Way back in the midst of medieval times, There dwelt a maiden, with hair of gold, And her father was king of the realms, Her beauty known throughout the lands, But her only love was a mythical beast, That only she, being a virgin, could tame. A mythical Unicorn, roamed the earth This beast of beauty with untold grace, And finest coat, of the purest of white, But alas! was hunted, for his magical horn, Once believed to have medicinal powers, And only this virgin could tame the beast So they used her, for the beast to lure. One stormy day, in this time of great myths Deep in the heart, of the forest clearing, In the wind, and the rain, and mystical mist , Sped a magnificent white, tamed Unicorn With the virgin maiden, astride his back, Leaping the arch of a mystic rainbow, Carrying her far, beyond the azure skies. The Maiden & The Unicorn. II Oh how they sped, through starlit skies, Past whirl wind holes, to the milky way, Breath of foam, from his nostrils blew, He paced the universe, to reach their goal, Through comets, fire and shooting stars. In another galaxy, to a world unknown To planet Auriga, where Unicorns roam. The beautiful maiden held tight his mane, She entered his world of myth and lore. Where Unicorns dwell in a land of love, Wild and free, in their magical fantasy, Mystic moons surround the vast domain, As cool rivers flow with running water, In planet Auriga, the Unicorns home. She knew in her heart that she did belong, To this land of love and peace within. Far from her fathers hunters of horn. She remained on the planet Auriga But when Earths clouds float gently by You can pick out shapes within your eyes, She`s there on the back of her Unicorn. ----- Takuskanskan Oh great spirit of the wind come blow, The sadness, in our tribes hearts grow, Our land, we called home is no more. Silenced, are the drum beats of lore, No more hunts for buffalo in the fall, Harken, Takuskanskan and maybe then, You will hear our drum beats loud again Oh great spirit of the wind come blow, Across our rivers with rapids that flow, Over black hills and wide open plains, Help us to salvage what ever remains, Of Pride and respect for our ancestors, HarkenTakuskanskan, and maybe then, You will hear our buffalo return again. Oh Great spirit of the wind come blow, Over this land, in a blanket of snow, Desolate now, but for wild wolves cries With their hungry, spiritual., amber eyes. And thickened coat against bitter cold, Watch Takuskanskan, and maybe then. You will see our Tribes return once again. ----- Uno Momento in Tempo Give unto me all the bright star above, That I may in return, share with my love, Place in my hand, a spray of white heather Luck be you with us, for now and forever We shall rejoice with both song, and laughter Grant me a wish. we know will come true If you love me too, I shall also love you. Underneath the spread of the Willow tree, I was waiting for you, as you were for me Magical moments, for true lovers divine Mirrored in your eyes, as they were in mine That beautiful moment in time stood still, Feelings sublime, were all what they seemed, Which love had replaced, instead of a dream. ----- The Woodlanders Magyk moments that woodbines entwine. Around honesuckle sweet, and trumpet vine, An enchanted scene from a mystical lore, On this woodlands dark and earthy floor. Where the clear crystal dewdrops meet, Tall leafy trees with low hanging bowers Hiding Elves, and their mystical powers. Thorny brambles, bearing, soft sweet fruits Thro` tangled, creeping, nurtured roots, Sun projects through the branches above, Beaming down, on a pair of white doves, As wood nymphs dance softly on loam, The Fox and deer, stand in rigid stance, Acorns drop to the ground, in avalanche. Woodlanders, thriving in natures care, Wild life, sprites, and dryads, to share, Their magyk spells and mystical harmony, Of faeries dust, lore, and pure fantasy, In the midst a spiritual, symbolic,forest Bees collecting nectar for their honey comb, Deep in heart of the woodlanders home. back to list

Jem Farmer Blades of Truth I close my eyes to sleep and find your kiss, that waits for me in lands of Morpheus to take my hand and guide my heart to bliss, my senses 'neath your shadow of Venus, un-opened roses meet as pulses miss, whilst love's sweet hunger rages between us, the limbo state of dreams remains our tryst. I feel your breathing caress o'er my soul, as words brushed your lips, float in my head, my music yours, no more mine to control, as I recall with joy the words you said. I could not escape, love has no parole, in your perfection I'm bound by heart's thread, my Venus in jeans, it's you I extol. ----- Cherry Tree In peaceful waters where the lilies dwell a path of stone shall lead my soul to Zen, amid the cherry blossom linger thoughts recalling her embrace around my heart. Her love my passion's first and last resort, that makes me lie beside her once again, and drown in her waters I know so well. back to list

Ryter Roethical Across Lonely Oceans Your voice is an echo of forgotten dreams Your scent a lingering memory in a crowd Oft forgotten scenes brought quickly to mind By words or little quirks of fate that tear them out And I am forced to relive them and feel the pain As the pleasure of those times are ripped away To be replaced by the mundane and the absence. Unlike a junkie, my monkey cannot be fixed There is no white powder that can be my cure I need reality and your presence that is all. Over time and space we have shared our lives And have given our bodies drop by drop. Your face a silent halo surrounds your eyes Held in my hand loosely twined in hair. Smiling as I kiss your brow in reverence And regret the loss of you who are so close Your voice is the bell ringing within you. That tells you I am the wind you remember That rises in the plains, across lives yet to be born, Blowing away footprints that dissolve Like time's dust dispersed in the moistened air. When you look into the Jacaranda see the bloom Its purple blue flowers speak only of us Of time and time again spent only in a bower Where truth and love can live forever. We are dispersed in the moistened air Creating an atmosphere of love together We have become the blood that warms us. Have we not shared blood and become one And become the salt where lips meet the sea. Creating our thirst yet unsatiated wanting more. We meet in life as the dream we have created, Curiosity in our wanderings though our world Is our world a dream and is our love a reality Is there madness across lonely oceans? ----- Endless Lament Although I am gone I'm always watching, I look not for deceit in your panting breaths, What's the point? You are no longer mine. I look not at your once smooth skin, With those lines of laughter, or is it pain? Nor do I look at your soft hair, and style, A little different now, and wasn't it brown. I look as you stand naked before the mirror A little more closely now, but still beautiful. Are you remembering how I used to look at you, When your eyes would sparkle and I'd see That look of desire there and the invitation? But that look has not been there for a while Instead I hear only that soft wistful sigh. I look as you rearrange your hair again And him watching, impassive, almost bored. Someone new sleeps and shares your bed. In the mirrors cold reflection, You see your former lover's urn And hear our children play outside It all comes back when you touch your skin. ----- Journeys Autumn evokes her scenes and melodies Where colours are enhanced in clearer skies. Looking around we see natures casualties, Lying strewn across still green coloured lawns The green may stay and later from time to time Reflect nature's mood and echo a silver veneer Or be hidden for a while under a white blanket. The casualties lie there like any other corpses Gradually returning their gifts to mother Earth Till all that's left is the skeletal frame. That also will become part of the next generation Where budding trees and plants scent out Incognisant of past events and noble deeds Til once again they have spread their seeds. ----- Just a Moment Just a moment in time as the breeze hits The willow tree moves her branches subtly In graceful movements as she feels the wind. She slowly moves as the wind strokes her And gently touches him to move him deeper Stroking his mind, willing him to keep him close Teasing him, gentle kisses helps keep the breeze The wind dances with the willow in gentle steps As the dance continues he whisks the frail branches His mood increases as he feels his heart strings pull He whips her around torments her limbs, bites her soul She sways to his movements, bending to his needs Trying to caress his desires allowing his wishes Till his passion decreases and he's at peace again. As the winds passion dies he rests against her His mood softened now, more of love than of lust. Resting against his willow, calming and caressing her And a lover's conversation starts between them Such pillow talk if it were possible between them As trembling leaves are kissed in Natures tryst Whilst all we hear is whispering through her leaves ----- Just Memories I remember those clear September nights That memory is a rare and lovely theme I find you also wandering within that dream The garden wherein we played is the same I wonder if like me you seek that memory And reminisce on things you wish soon to be. Cannot good memories have a future also? ----- Life is Music and Infinite Like Red Riding Hood as she skips along Bounding along the joyous paths playing. Strings! Strings! A plethora of strings, Growing deeper from violin to viola The mellow cello and the deep bass. Acoustic, squeaky fast fingers Speeding through, lifting in joy. See the figure over there! The woodwind responding in theme And he standing tall and engaged His pipes sounding like stepping Into the next grouping of banter. He is leading the dancing His cloven feet a staccato of beats. The Violinist knows the whole truth Her head lowers shyly as she plays past Then as though with second thoughts Turns to face her admirers and smiles And with one last backwards glance Boastful, unafraid plays with swaying hips. A smile and with a quick spin she is away. The conductor's frantic movements Slow now to the peace of the adagio The music moves forward with him Like the breeze, that has run up hill Out of breath almost, just a whisper, With Lakeland scents, he has tasted Eyes closed savouring the moment. ----- Nights Dark Wings From my lofty heights way up on high I can see all the whirling, and the twirling, And the everlasting spinning of the stars. Ever expanding the meaning of infinity. I felt the whole explosion of the day Watched admiringly silent as the sun sped Across heaven towards another night. The night's dark wings at last softly settle, Easily placing itself, so it may look down On the patchwork quilts laid out below And the shadow of the night racing o'er Softly blending with the lights appearing Contrasting with the white scarred blackness That in the day becomes the sea. On the horizon the setting evening sun Sends out its final bursts of reddening rays As if it is announcing the night arrival And in due time kissing the day farewell. Making me realise how much like love it is Your feathered kisses have gently touched me And with my eyes open very slowly I ascend. ----- Quests: Questions and Answers I have waited throughout eternity For those moments when we shall meet And somehow be together for a short while That short while may be seen as eternity And may be in fact only weeks or years Seeming merely a flash in eternal times With each rebirth a search to find you my love. What if on our quests our ships should pass Must we carry on our journey still searching And from that moment spend forever probing? Or like planes delayed whist waiting take-off Be unable to fly, because of conditions ahead. Will you wait for me - knowing I'm on my way I ask, "Will impatience, or love rule the day?" Now as I approach over the grey waters Fate tells me not to have any fears My journey will have ended for a short while When my plans and dreams will be revealed Then dreams will be reality and answers given Now I have just one shorter journey to take And it will be measured in strides not time. ----- Umbrageous Poetry In the window lies a once broken metaphor. Shelves visible through the window shows Various goods, tagged and ordered seriously, Waiting for their owners' to return and pay. Hoping the Iambs have been properly readjusted Effusive that the old-grey, rhyme-headed old-man Did his job, as a saviour to muses everywhere. I avoid passing by that shop, especially at night . Like the dentist's office, it waits until the pain grows And that obsessive line triggers my mind again Denying me sleep because of the frantic thoughts That pounds around in my mind echoing fixated Preventing the rational thought that I so desire To lay and say in my humble verse tonight. Eventually I must visit his shop and avail myself Of wisdom and experience and an open mind. The pages fairly glow as he enables the use Of fresh iambs, blanks and other handy verse Despite the chain store fashion we have a store Where all our hopes become structured words This type of place could never be replaced. ----- Yearly Yakka Now Autumn has turned her back to us And once hot days and warm nights Have returned to indifference at best. Former lush green colours become drab Or have turned to various shades of red That will in turn become shades of brown Ending as empty skeletons on a sodden floor. Once considered cute, creatures rush around Ignorant of human wishes because of their desire To survive the imminent threats of winter And mandatory sleep becomes a way of life So there must be a store of needed food That will be unavailable for many months And now present feasts become a famine. Similarly avian life will be seen in flocks Flying eventually south towards the sun Following routes established millennia ago By prehistoric life and ignored by man Who still had to learn to stand erect And his pretentious descendants Who selfishly seek to own the world. ----- Zigzagging Seven lines are all I have to speak my thoughts. Shall I open up my heart and talk of my desire, And like some others speak in meter and rhyme? Or transcend all that, and speak of metaphysics Going beyond words of love and spiritual things And in becoming an abstract philosopher Lose all sense of reality and things that truly work? I still have seven lines to speak my thoughts The day has almost reached noon, where is the sun? The strong northern wind has not cleared the sky Nor brought the heat that it is want to do. The birds are absent, could be that they know That only fools shall set forth in winds like this. Rest assured there is no greater fool than man. Zigzagging 2 Real Values Everyone laughs at the same time Some flicking ash like unwanted debris From their cigarettes posed correctly Posers in the alleged nuevo riche society Pretenders stealing the gift of happiness Pursuing only that which causes rapture And ignoring things that have real value. Sees us in rapture, with no complex things Simple things like waking on a Saturday Believing it's a weekday, but not Monday. Not using speech as a means of hiding truth Instead saying it how it is, it is not cowardice Try if you can just to be pleasant today Then tomorrow will see you a veteran of love back to list

Nia Wynne Day Dreams In the throes of a dream The dream becomes fully real So that reality is then the new ambition For which scenes we are now immersed, That immersion is in our waking thought To think again about the play of days, We play each day as if a prayer could save them all. ----- Heart in Burgundy In deepest burgundy this pen is dipped To swell the lines of a poet hearts blood, No scrawl of pencil lead gray Except whence comes the color of age Upon a once tawny brown head, For summers spent it's seeds all around And Falls lillies now bend instead with lustrous crowns. ----- Let Me Breathe Cattleya on my windowsill That never yet bloomed in Spring, I hum again with new hope of a dream Which recalls itself in my eyes, Because you can't disguise love's illness For it plagues all seasons with new hopes, So then my heart can breathe again. ----- Lines of Life Late summers dress shows How lines of life still grow brilliantly On a perfectly lovely afternoon, Though soon the eve of a season Becomes the morning of the next, Presenting different lines and shadows Where once blooms danced in wedded bliss. back to list