2009 Form Challenges

#18 Octave

Divena Collins The Blessings Of Love Come my love, enfold me in thy, loving arms, Hold me to thy heart, and let it beat, with mine Experience the magic, that is placed deep within, Treasuring moments, we both may share, A gentle kiss, the tenderness of love`s blessing Entwined in the warmth, of desirous passions, Oblivious to the eyes, of the World around us, Let the blessing of love, remain in our dreams. Forever to cherish, thrills of endearment Like butterflies, fluttering softly, of wings, Breathless, rhythmic movements, gentle sighs, Strong feelings, that should never be denied, Come my love, enfold me in thy loving arms, Experience the magic, placed deep within, Oblivious to the eyes of a world around us, Let the blessing of love, remain in our dreams. ----- Exotic Dancer I wish I was a pole dancer To slide up and down a pole, I`d be as sexy as can be And tease all hungry souls. I would look cute in a thong And topless maybe great, To make men shout for more And entrap them with my bait. Oh I wish I was a lap dancer And dance away the blues, To do a jig on their laps in Winkle picker stilletto shoes. If only I was a belly Dancer I`d wobble and shimmy all night. With a jewel inside my navel, And be a turkish delight. I would love to be a stripper If I was once again young, I would be their cutie pie, If my body was better hung. But I have floated in the clouds Had much too many wishes, Now I`m back to earth again, I`d better go wash the dishes. ----- House For Sale The wind and rain battered the moors, A house stood empty and old Nobody lived there, for many a year, It stood there bleak, and cold; A sign that swayed to and fro, Creaked in the wind, by the gate It had read `House For Sale` Dated eighteen hundred and eight. No one dared to visit this house As a haunting took place inside, A lady in white was said to walk Clad in wedding attire as a bride; Years gone by, a handsome Lord Wed, a comely lady renowned, This was to be their dwelling place A home with six acres of ground. Tragedy struck on their wedding night, Their beautiful home all aglow Caught fire from a tallow candle In the drawing room down below; `Twas the lady that sadly perished On that cold and windy night, Her man, tried in vain, to save her But alas he had lost the fight. Years gone by, the house rebuilt, A ghost in search for her groom, Very sad, with tear filled eyes, She still haunts all of the rooms. Still, she`s calling out his name, Thro` prevailing wind and hail, As she harkens, all she hears is The creaky sign of `House For Sale`. ----- Mother Of Nature Clothes she wore, were ragged and torn, Bare footed, for shoes were not worn, Weather beaten, now lined with time, Braved the seasons, `til past her prime, The sky was her roof, high overhead, Leaves from trees, made a warm bed, Berries, and herbs, she ate for food By streams, she drank when she could. Her friends were the beasts, and birds, To them only, she had spoken her words, Never complaining, wealth she had none. None but the stars, the moon, and the sun, Time gave her wisdom, the woods she knew, Her days now are numbered, all but a few, She has contentment, spending each day, Enjoying her life, in her own special way. ----- Primeval Tree Of England Oh ye primeval tree of England, gnarled with age, Shedding, once more the leaves of autumns page, Age old myths, within rings of your ancient tome, Returning Autumns neutrients to woodlands loam Ye who have thrived thro`seasonal days of yore, Ne`er a century past, when cast the fruit you bore Wisened branches, weaving outwards to embrace Remembering youth, once natures form of grace. For thou hath felt the chills of winters snow, And faced the floods when rain doth overflow, So deeply grooved the bark around your girth While grasping fibrous roots within the earth, Yet still thy brightened leaves start to fall Whenever this seasonal Autumn begins to call Oh ye primeval tree of England, gnarled with age, Shredding, once more the leaves of Autumns page. ----- Sweet Autumn Fantasy Images of love, she smiles in a field of gold, Summer past, autumn winds begin to play, Dreams of ecstasy, wrinkled leaves unfold. Pleasures of the heart, are hers this day, A new dawn, is her lover, senses awaken, She lay down, in an amber, and russet bed, Where divine fruits, of autumn are shaken. Chestnuts, now strewn, where they tread. Sweet innocence of youth, in all her glory Feeling the folds of nature, take it`s part Deeply she, who yearns this seasonal story, Treasuring precious moments in her heart, Gathering all the beauty, and inspiration Holding it forever there, in a painted mind Yielding now, within her own temptation, Composed in autumn`s fantasy, resigned. ----- Witchety Poo I shall but tell a strange old tale Because it`s most certainly true, An ugly witch, lived in the woods We kids named her, Witchity Poo, She was indeed, a most ugly witch With warts, on a long hooked nose, And evil was much, too tame a word For when we saw her, we all froze Witches trials were drawing near To us all, it was called Halloween, But they were not all about fun, Kids, had to hide from the scene. We too heard tales, of evil things Taking place in a clearing near by, Witches performed magical rites And Witchity Poo took the prize. Our mother said, we must stay clear Of woods, in the months of the fall, For Witchity Poo will surely revenge, Casting her magical spells on us all. We did sneak out, on Halloween night But we stayed away, from the clearing, And high in the sky. I`m sure we spied Witchity, on her broomstick, sneering. back to list

Ryter Roethical Autumn of Swans It seems to be my new favourite place I watch the swans gathering to leave. I thought all swans were the same, Then I remembered where I was, the USA. Nothing is the same especially the climate And the swans must fly south to survive Because all too soon there will be a storm And then there will be no food to live. I remember six months ago in another place Watching swans swim around so regally Ignoring winters onset, there would be no snow No lack of food, no need for her to fly away. She still took on a thicker coat for warmth Because where she lives it still gets cold, But in a few months all will have changed And again we'll see beauty to behold. ----- Colours from my toybox It's something I did when I was alone, Cognisant now but not repentant I did nothing I was ashamed of Scratching in the book with my crayons Drawing aeroplanes and nudes, I was too young then to fall in love, And everyone seemed taller And heavier than me. My parents would leave me in charge But I didn't go to bed when I said I would In spite of the promises made Perhaps by that time I'd seen too much of life And overheard too many conversations Even then realising the hypocrisy of adults My innocence becoming a pose, My crayons releasing my feelings. Silence was a pretty thing, My many coloured crayons my expression, The only noise as my feelings were birthed On cartridge paper solid enough To hold my expressions, my feelings, My cowardice or was it wisdom Provided the cunning to hide masterpieces Distractions to earn admiration and parental kudos Would you like to join me in my memory? Throw away that biased newspaper your reading Its all controlled by Murdoch and wealth, Seldom if ever containing the truth now And instead of watching ABC News, We can watch the world go by and draw it all I'll give you one of my crayons if you like, But not the dark red it's my favourite. ----- Foggy Windows Let me tell you about the way I feel About you and how I'm missing you Silence in a room once filled by laughter Looking out the window misted with our love You are not there and still the windows mist Then I realise that the mist is in my eyes Salty tears reminding me of days and nights Spent laughing and happily fogging windows I know reading this your windows will mist also My eyes are already wet fogging in your absence The time will go slowly, each minute an hour Slowing even more as the time together nears And when we meet again the time will fly to fast So fast that each hour will pass like a minute As if to make up for the time lost whilst apart And once again look out through foggy windows ----- Guilty As Charged How often do we punish the one we love? Words said in heat, more poison than a snake Pouring out pure venom from our mouths. And with the morning our conscience shakes Wishing that we could pull back every word To repair the scars and fix the heartbreak. But our loved one says, "don't be absurd" "I forgive", yet in her voice you hear the pain ----- Hallows Thoughts Only in death is a body perfect No more wrinkles do we detect? No more corruption of the flesh With the sod the corpse will mesh No need of a mirror to inspect The tomb has become my crèche Sod and body now blend together Combined now shall live forever. ----- Knack Think on this you mortals that we are born Into a world we do not know or remember We enter as babes unknowing, daily learning. Wanting to know, wanting this and that Wanting to know why, wanting to be older Each year realising more, we know everything And know is the answer to all that is said But when asked who did that reply, "I dunno". We marry without knowing what it's all about We choose someone we think we love And our groins ache to prove that love We become parents learning as we go Amateurs trying to do better than our parents Then finding ourselves saying "Mum said that" And our mistakes growing daily bigger Seeking our knowledge, rejecting wisdom As time moves on the children move away Silence and new habits have to be learnt And what do we know of retirement? All our experience is worthless, goodbye The cheque may be big, the hole is bigger. Finally, once again, we are like children Finding our way, learning new things Until it is time for the final lesson. ----- New England Thoughts A cooling breath steals life from the leaves And the leaves lose their lustrous greens Taking on a Kaleidoscope of vivid colours From pale yellow to rich gold or a deep red. This mellow scene attracts so many visitors In reality they're seeing the death of a year And nature creating the nakedness of winter Where stark blacks contrast with white snow. It leaves me feeling unprepared, I'm an alien I'm a stranger with different experiences More prepared to view this as a time of sleep Where chilly short days need long sleeves. I know that winter eves are spent by fires Believing in a short time warmth will follow. Our burnt out forests look dark and sallow But come spring will be green once again. ----- October 11 2009 Now I've driven south as far as I need go And must say farewell to all my friends Some old, some new, who I'm glad to know Some moved on following their own path To others I had to say; "It's time to go now," Knowing my promise to return is true And fate willing will be able to share part Of my path in life with them next year. We shared so much these last few weeks And time flashed by as is her crazy way We saw the colours change along our road Where the green of life changed to other hues Bringing the end of one life to promise of new And so it will be with us, parting is not death It is the birth or rebirth of life and love With the promise of new dreams for the future. ----- Pabulum There's nothing tonight except music and wine You are a million miles away or so it seems So far, that it's hard to think of you as mine Or remember how we realised our dreams. Should I change the music to better the mood, Or perhaps a simple Chardonnay would be fine? In reality the only thing that would do me good Would be to feel your lips once more on mine. ----- The Basic Rules I have found Nature's power, can you feel it? It creates the loudest thunderstorm in my heart, Whilst in my mind there resides soothing rain And I have found ultimate peace within my soul. There's no secret, no need to commit or submit 'cept there is a need, an urgency, of when to start. Respect nature, and all beings, show no distain You'll find that living like this makes you whole. ----- Unanswered Thoughts See as we walk the way the shadows hold hands The sun creates black images out of golden bands The way they blend and merge as we wander Making them more real than us we wonder. Look, see how they unite, the way they blend And having joined cannot be pulled asunder This absence of body, is this what reality means Is reality the truth, and all composed in dreams? ----- Zero Birds on Route 44 The rain has ceased with the start of morn Now I can't see the Cape because of mist. For just a while the whole world seems still Even more because of my Australian mind. I miss the sound and flight of birds. There is ample green, and trees abound, Tis only fall; surely they cannot all have flown . Not even the humble sparrow graces the scene. back to list

Nia Wynne Crystal Palace A crystal palace is hanging in the sky, Leaves of trees below, silvered by Full moons light. All are as nothing compared to where you are. Where you are, being no small mistake, Small mistakes are what happen in life And in life there are no grand designs for us, For we are all made of stardust The stardust shining above endless clouds. ----- Fallen Scarlet letters fall from ethereal trees Whose arms hold the escritoire of a heart, Burnished, beating, blazing for a word from thee For thou art the aire in her branches Breezing through the tiniest twig of thought, Thinking now that Falls Queen has met her King, A Prince among the oaks set in snow starred fields As the Meadow Lark sings in the lea where loves leaves have fallen. ----- Fractured Life With fractured steps and frozen souls Those who venture to go out in the night Are not what they seem at noons day light For day is not the realm of certain fright. So the black eyed friend you thought you knew Became the monster mad from loves first bite And once he had you, you then wished for flight But ever onward marched the years between, the Halloweens. back to list