Australian Sonnet (Bowlesian Sonnet)

William Lisle Bowles (24 September 1762 - 7 April 1850) was the undoubted originator of this sonnet form in England. He was a high ranking minister in the Church of England, and although it was popular for a while it settled into obscurity, meanwhile admirers of his poetry were setting out as missionaries to the colonies. Whilst Canada was a colony it might be suggested that it was less in need of religious supervision than the penal colony of Australia and the Aussie outback which was the ideal breeding ground for poets and poetry. Back in the towns the clergy would no doubt recite Bowles poetry and people would be far more influenced by his sonnets than his longer forms. Later the ladies of the church group would no doubt recite their version of that poem and again no doubt the budding Banjo, or Lawson would play with this form and in copying their Northern counterpart send messages of love to their women back in the towns and villages, and in due time the origin of this form would be forgotten, until one day a curious poet picked up a tatty book of poetry dated 1903 and saw several sonnets there all unique in form and two handwritten sonnets in the back dated 1914. It is assumed that the owner of the book died in the Great War. This sonnet form has three Envelope quatrains and a couplet, which gives a rhyme sequence of;
a. b. b. a.... c. d. d. c..... e. f. f. e.... g. g.... Each sonnet is Tetrameter, Pentameter, or similar.

Madness

Am I forever holding back on my dreams,.
Scared to step out into the world again.
Lest I realise the world like me's insane,.
Realising all things with love are as it seems?.
Today's one more of waiting, and of abstinence.
Tomorrow will be the same until we meet.
Then time will pass again on winged feet.
And again sneer at our human impertinence..
Lovers who dare to wish and hope for more.
A simple wish that they were not to part.
Without hesitation have given their heart.
Despite past experience have chosen to ignore.
For certain love cannot ever be ignored.
And in given time that is the real reward..

Ryter Roethicle



Contents

Maryse Achong

No Entitlement

Divena Collins

Australian Kilty Warrior
Elfin Wood Hall
Mystic Moon
Once In A Blue Moon
Spirits Of Love
Two Sonnets

Jem Farmer

As Stars Reflect
Love, I dare
Make Merry With My Heart
Shakespeare's Dilemma
Thief o Night

Ryter Roethicle

Indigo Moon
Indigo Scenes
Nature of Spring
Questions 2009
Vientos Justos
Vuélvame
Xerophilous Gardens
Unfinished Love

Nia Wynne

Partial to Words



Maryse Achong

No Entitlement

How casually we regard life and think
That we are entitled to the good things
That are sent our way; but all these blessings
Could easily vanish in the mere blink
Of an eye. We just have to look around
To see the proof of it, it's everywhere;
Still we go on as if we do not care.
We ignore the disasters that surround
Us, once our little world remains intact.
Too selfish, cold, to feel another's pain
We turn a blind eye or perhaps we feign
Concern. That is reality, cold fact.
Without love in this world we are all lost,
Are we prepared to pay so high a cost?

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Jem Farmer



As Stars Reflect



Above me hangs the winter's moon of blue
she's gazing out across the midnight sky
to bring a kiss to greet my lover's sigh
and whisper softly of my love for you
And when the bells begin to chime the end
of time; the old is done, and new begun
I wish aloud that you and I be one
on lunar magic I shall now depend.
I wish you were here with me tonight
but dreams of love now seem so far away
my tears return to greet the New Year's Day
and close my eyes beneath the moon's pale light.
I prey you look upon the sky above
for one moment as stars reflect my love.

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Love, I Dare (Iambic Dimeter)

As waning sun
shall close the day
and stars betray
my heart's undone.
The quilted night,
no solace brings,
her voice ne'er sings
to ease my plight.
Yet, love, I dare
to speak your name
by candle flame
and feel you there.
I long for this
one scented kiss.

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Make Merry With My Heart

Between the arches stands a burning flame
A scarlet flare with subtle hints of blue
Where dreams are traced and love divine is drew
As all the sparking embers, spell a name.
Behind carved locks I gaze into the orb,
As mists of time, make merry with my heart
The secret words are said and clouds depart
My destiny I dare not yet absorb.
Repeated questions asked of runes tonight,
Then cards across the table, silence dealt
Before the sacred altar where I'm knelt
I pray to fate for even more insight.
There is so much I want, I need to know
As now I stand before love's portico.

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Shakespeare's Dilema

I know why Shakespeare could never compare
His lovely maid to summer's finest day.
There are no words a Bard can find to say,
For you have shown my heart something so rare.
As each aspect of you ignites my soul
In flames that only love and passion see.
There is no door or key to set me free,
Ensnared by words I let my senses roll.
I do not seek to find release, it's true,
For love you make my humble life complete
And lead me here where only lovers meet,
Each time you take my hand to dance with you.
As we allow our bond to now evolve
In love there's no equation left to solve.

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Thief of Night

So wild and still, my dreams are coming home,
And like a thief of night my love collects
Where ardent fantasies of thought project
And sleep no longer; love has come to roam.
A pixie cannot sleep alone each night
As now the heart is burned by lover's kiss
And dreams have turned to this empty abyss
The way she sparked my soul; a beacon light.
Alone there is no air or room to breathe,
The ashened walls of night are closing in
As bracing scars of love are etched on skin
When senses cover blades in silken sheathe.
My love, the thief of night, can drink her fill
The huntress takes my heart, now wild and shrill.

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Divena Collins

Australian Kiltie Warrior

Whilst in Australasia ye, my bonnie wee lad,
Proudly wore yer kilt, wi` a lass in yer arms
Twas of Australian tartan frae Scottish farms,
With a sporren oot front, tae hide all ye had,
There wisnae a finer laird, in all O` ozzy land,
In war ye fought wi yer claymore and shield
Wi valiant courage in Australias battle field
Havin` a lilt tae yer kilt, in a Scots guard band,
Your coat full` o` medals pinned tae yer chest,
A braver warrior, wouldst be hard put tae find,
Ye Kilty Australasian yer just wan O` a kind,
And tack it frae me, you are wan O` the best,
Thee tartan clad soldier wi` valour an` zest
Proudly wearin` yer kilt pinned tae yer vest.



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Elfin Wood Hall

There is a party tonight, down at Elfin Wood Hall
To celebrate the events of this New Years Eve,
Thro` sweet wild brambles, by snow covered leaves,
Just knock twice at the door, when you come to call,
There is lots of red berries, and loads of nuts,
With some Crab apple cider, to wash it all down.
Wild life that dwell on the edge of the town,
Shall indulge, from the shiniest, of wild acorn cups.
Just bring a large flagon, and a lump of coal,
There`s a welcome for sure at Elfin Wood Hall,
This New years Eve they are having a ball,
By the bunch of wild leaves of burnished gold
Just knock the door, to come in from the cold,
Two rabbits, and a mole, hopped into the fold.



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Mystic Moon

Spiritual fantasies. by shadow of a blue moon,
High Priestess chants rituals, `neath moons light
Beckoned spirits of love, to enter this night,
In a magical, tempting, rhythmic, bardic tune
She hath sensual, powers with her pagan chant,
Luring, enticing, souls of lovers to arise,
`Neath this mystic moon, from the darkened skies,
A blue moon, holds this power, to enchant,
In mystified daze, she chanted and danced
Awaiting visions, of her lost love`s desire,
From eternal magic flames, shalt then conspire,
Here on earth, with visions of love enhanced.
Entwined once again, through a spiritual trance
Her lover hath returned, for eternal romance.



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Once In A Blue Moon

Ancient times of myths, mystic moons, and folklore,
When the moon ruled,the ebb and flow of seas,
Like today in strong winds, or vibrant breeze,
With strong currents, that stir the deep sea floor.
Once, and only once, when this moon shaded blue,
Strange things happen, in void of the deep,
And high the tides rise with an internal sweep,
Mystical happenings, under blue waters construe,
Lost Cities arise, and take place on the shoreline,
Shipwrecks surface, set sail, covered in grime,
Eaten with rust, from the salt sea and brine,
From deep murky waters, in darkness and gloom,
Visions of fantasy, in our mind they may bloom,
And then, only then, `neath a shaded blue moon.



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Spirits Of Love

How doth we knoweth if this, our love, shalt be true,
Hast there not been a moment, we both hath known,
With the passing of time, these feelings hast grown,
Incarnate spirits, once again, hast returned anew.
A love which hast been proven thro`tests of time,
With a passion that hast lingered on thro`the ages
Returned once again, to restore, thy olde pages
Of love thro`the past, `tis back to now, in it`s prime.
But true love, shalt ne`er, have cruel words spoken
For a love that is true, shall ne`er runneth smoothe.
But to givest and taketh, to comfort and soothe,
Thy words art kinder, thus to be said unprovoken,
Passionate love with feeling, shalt be softspoken,
So thus, thy circle of love, shalt ne`er be broken.



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Comparison of Two Sonnets

Eternal Love (Australian)

My Love for thee shall cherish here within.
For I shall sorely weep if we should part.
Thou dwell so deeply engraved in my heart,
Thus spiritual gifts of love remain therein.
We did but know, we were always together,
At last we have found a true love once more,
This feeling so strong has been here before
We both vowed this love shalt be forever.
Cherished love within an angels prayer
Which had in the beginning without an end.
Not only lovers but two greatest friends
There`s not a thing this life can compare.
These spiritual feelings shalt always remain,
Eternal lovers now both belong once again.



Eternal Love (Shakespeare)

My Love for thee, shall cherish here within.
For I shall sorely weep if we should part.
Thus spiritual gifts of love, remain therein.
Thou dwell so deeply, engraved in my heart.
We did but know, we were always together,
At last we've found true love once more.
We both vowed, this love shall be forever.
This feeling so strong has been here before.
Cherished love within an angels prayer
Which had in the beginning without an end.
There's not a thing this life can compare
Not only lovers, but two greatest friends
These spiritual feelings shalt always remain,
Eternal lovers, now both belong, once again.

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Ryter Roethical

Indigo Moon



The moon is ne'r bluer than when yer heart is broke
Everything is a memory, everything is pain
All you want is your lover tae come back again
Proving that any time apart is ne'r a joke.
You lose yer sense o' smell, yer sense o' taste
Times sense slows down, everything takes forever
Yet when ye talk for a while on the web, it's never
Enough time because there is so much to waste.
Reverse yer psychology an only speak when ye must
That way 'twill drag the time ye spend chatting
And very soon ye will hae talked all morning
Or whatever time ye think is rightly just.
Ye cannae walk away now, she has yer soul
And without her you can never be whole.

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Indigo Scenes



See blue butterflies flying from the blue moon
To say they're hordes or swarms would be unjust
A crowd too cruel; more like a glorious gust,
Blown by a heavenly wind that will end too soon.
The mood is set the sky is blue, but tis day
Though we have little time to wait til death
Tis no problem at all to hold one's breath
When night appears with her unique display.
The redness has gone it's dark for just a while
Except the stars suddenly have all turned blue
The celebrity of the night comes into view
That indigo scene makes it all worthwhile.
And in the blue light of this night all is still
It always was and no doubt always will.

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Nature of Spring



I sigh as I watch life cycling past me
The sound of life around brings back memories
Of seasons, and plants and birds and their melodies
Of how they came and went and now cease to be.
Spring brings forth new life of plant and being
The cold mornings making the way for day
And in the sun you see new life at play
Like young chicks not ready yet for the wing.
Budding plants throw out tender fibrous shoots
A wondrous scent pervades all wooded land,
In watching see all forms of life expand
And all types of plant life push out new roots.
The competition is now on to attract,
Reproduce or die, is a matter of fact.

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Questions 2009



How much can I remember about last year
There were some ideas lost and some took up
Mostly it was sipping slowly out of my cup
Financial gains whilst down, I had no fear.
My work controlled my life and little of me
But I controlled my work so my life was free,
And my social life was based around poetry
So that in turn kept me very happy.
It's now the end of two thousand and nine
Again we ask what will this year be like
And pray in no way will they be alike
But then realise its all one heavenly design
Is there one faculty responsible for our Earth
Is there a syllabus responsible for our birth?

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Vientos Justos (Fair Winds)



Fair winds and good fortune beckons us all
But things we see around are images, no more
The relentless sea a mere drop upon the shore.
When love in her glory finally makes her call.
The soul is the vessel with which love doth haul
Sailing on the seas which life in constant pours
Fair winds like storm, or calm, just other doors
Doors which once opened there is no recall.
We make each life, each love a port of call
Not just a journey in life, a reason to explore
Meeting for a long time, always wishing more
A constant search each life in fates dark hall.
Sometimes like this one our time will be so small
But together for Eternity when comes that call.

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Vuélvame



Sitting in my chair on this white sandy beach
Looking at the orange sky of the setting sun
Inside's a need for my lover and what'd begun
But now she's far away well out of reach.
Remembering all the kisses and things we'd done,
Although my heart aches, I think I understand
Things were perfect, better than we had planned,
Happiness was the rule and we had so much fun.
The water rushes in and out greeting my hand
And the nesting birds are calling to one another.
The sun settles more as the night starts to gather
A whispering breeze is saying "I understand".
In just a few long months we'll meet once again
Then we'll find what new heights love can attain.

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Xerophilous Gardens



There are no fair winds this time of year
The ones from north bring nought but heat
And the southerlies are pleasant to greet
But short lived when they do appear,
Especially when they bring us rain.
There once was a time, every fifth day
When rain would come and we would say
"Look! See! It's bloody raining once again".
Oh to moan and whinge about a shower,
To see a fall that used to last all day,
That type of weather has gone away,
Instead we're happy if it lasts an hour.
Most once full dams are down to nought
As we enter our eighth year of draught.

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Unfinished Love

When lovers part for a while love's not finished
Although the moon is blue it's not the end
And with each new life that love extends,
For love is like an endless piece of thread.
Lovers must part for a while when death calls
"La grande extase", the halls where we must wait
Until we are called according to fate
And then with luck we meet in newer halls.
There we must flirt and court and win again
Restarting a cycle of love of so many years,
Learning through new fears, and so many tears.
If only we could remember about a previous then.
The love we have is not of today or yesterday
But something created by all of eternity.

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Nia Wynne

Partial to Words

The words are there but just get blown away,
Everyday is a rare opal gem,
Pebbling a beach that now, we condemn
As each day is swept out like stones of clay.
What is left are the shadows we once saw
Together, now apart by three long weeks,
Though seldom do stories tell what tears speak.
Blue moon of fable and lore's we draw.
So here the poet in me seeks release
For peace of mind shouldn't be a blue moon,
Love then stays when sad songs end none too soon
And friends in less rare moments bring back peace
. So hope is found on shores ne'er to cease
With words that show the world love shan't decrease.



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