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2010 Poetry Form Challenge#03 Envelope Couplets |
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The Envelope couplet is a far stricter variation of the Stave Stanza, here the first and last line use the same
refrain which starts and completes the stanzas of that poem. The second and fifth line of each stanza rhyme with the
refrain lines. This leaves only the centre couplet to change its rhyme.
The pattern for a three stanza work would be:
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Maryse AchongIts carnival in Trinidad The people are ‘getting on bad,’ Time for pan, calypso and brass, Man, woman and child ‘playing ‘mas’ Party hearty, time to be glad... It’s carnival in Trinidad. It’s carnival in Trinidad, And it seems everyone’s a tad Crazy; it’s just a passing phase That will last only a few days, It’s not that we have all gone mad… It’s carnival in Trinidad. It’s carnival in Trinidad, It’s no time to be feeling sad, The whole island is on fire, With folks wearing chic attire, Whilst some are outrageously clad; It’s carnival in Trinidad. It’s carnival in Trinidad, Before I forget let me add It’s a show that’s beyond compare, You’d understand if you were here, I can guarantee that it’s ‘rad’! It’s carnival in Trinidad. back to list |
Divena CollinsOh come ye gentle breeze from the ocean Touching softly with waves of warm devotion Feeling the pulse of passion from the deep, Where strong flowing currents doth not sleep, And awakens thus sincere hearts emotion Oh come ye gentle breeze from the ocean, Oh come ye now lost spirits of the night Shalt thou not return from dark into light, Feel again the warmth of thy lovers arm To adore, cherish, keep thee, from harm, Once more the sun shall forever shine bright Oh come ye now lost spirits of the night.  ----- Embracing Spring Should I embrace this morning of Spring For it lifts up my heart this joy to bring, The warmth of the sun to caress my face When Spring awakes, taking winters place, Once I have heard the sweet cuckoo sing Should I embrace this morning of Spring. Should I embrace this morning of Spring, And welcome the Geese return on the wing, Seeds shall sprout where flowers once grew, And the cycle of life shall then start anew Daisies, buttercups, and a round fairy ring Should I embrace this morning of Spring. Should I embrace this morning of Spring To wade thro`fields and do my own thing, Spring awakens warm thoughts for lovers And now is the time for them to discover, Love and affection this season can bring Should I embrace this morning of Spring.  ----- The First Refusal No dear not now, my head aches today, Please dont annoy, I beg you this way, I know that,`tis not my head you want I shall not submit, to tease nor taunt, I dont care, what you might do or say No dear not now, my head aches today. No dear not now I`m baking a cake I said not now, Oh for goodness sake, All you think about is a bit of rough. I bore you six sons isn`t that enough. I know wedded life is to give and take, No dear not now, I`m baking a cake. No dear not now I`m changing the beds I shant get inside with you instead, Really my dear we should be discreet Why would I want that in clean sheets Why dear, oh why, did we ever get wed. No dear not now, I`m changing the beds. It`s time dear, all my housework is done What? you watch soccer at half past one, Come now darling you are not being fair, I have my needs, do you not even care, During the adverts, we`ll have some fun. It`s time dear, all my housework is done.  ----- My Italiano Nonna (EC Variation) My Italiano Nonna held me on her knee And told me tales of old from sunny Italy, She lived upon a mountain in Filignano With only a donkey to travel to and fro. Life was pretty hard then for her family, Knowing no different they lived happily. Many years later she left her native land Off to Scotland with emigration planned, Took her sons with her to start a new life. Where Poppa took our Momma to be his wife. They worked very hard cash was in demand, An ice cream shop they bought and manned. Momma was from England`s Sussex by the sea A contortionist on stage before having me She met our Poppa while she was on a tour, But she was very young then and felt insecure They both wed in a place named Gretna Green She was the prettiest bride they had ever seen. Then along came my sister, two brothers, and I, Things got bad, when Poppa made Momma cry, He turned on Momma and broke her heart They made up their minds they were better apart, So then returned to Englands promised shore, Where we settled down, Momma, and us four. But now theres no one left here but me, And a few old pictures of my family, Memories are golden and remain so clear To remember times that were oh so dear, And in my heart will cherish and remain As I look at their photos all over again.  ----- My Spirit Returns Once hath returned to this life I was lent My form will go back from where it was sent, Whilst spirit returns on a gentle breeze With a whisper through the Willow leaves. I shall be thy warmth with a heavenly scent, Once hath returned to this life I was lent. Once hath returned to this life I was lent, This spirit of happiness, love, and content. I hath loved and adored , laughed and wept. Precious memories, I in my heart hath kept I shalt be with you, within a natural event, Once hath returned to this life I was lent. Once hath returned to this life I was lent. A haunting spectre I shalt then represent . My love forever shalt always be cherished, Everlasting love shalt not remain perished, Heart and spirit from, whence I was meant Once hath returned to this life I was lent.  ----- The Path Of Dreams Together they walked the path of dreams Loving each other every moment it seems, Her hand in his, they both strolled along Feeling secure, just guessed they belong. They followed the rivers flowing upstream Together they walked the path of dreams. Together they walked the path of dreams With heartfelt desires and high esteems, Blissful moments no words were spoken. A love like theirs never could be broken, Nor cupids feathered arrows schemes, Together they walked the path of dreams. Together they walked the path of dreams Through meadows of golden corn supreme, A precious awakening of nature and love When spirits arise to the skies up above Fond Fleeting images of paradise redeems Together they walked the path of dreams.  ----- Sacred Egyptian Feline Oh thy sacred feline from Egyptian past A spiritual symbol of the Goddess Bast, Mythology, worshipped from ancient lore, Enbalmed in a tomb now, and forever more And centurys on. when this time has passed, Thou art perfectly preserved within thy cast. Oh thy sacred feline from Egyptian past, Thy art much respected as time doth pass, Times gone by thy were depicted a lynx, Crafted on ancient statues of sphinx. Felines Thro` the years changed in contrast. Thou are perfectly preserved within thy cast.  ----- Silence Was Golden Silence was golden under a moonlit sky, No words were spoken twixt you and I, We just knew that we were meant to be At one with each other, both you and me, It was not in our minds to say goodbye. Silence was golden under a moonlit sky. Silence was golden under a moonlit sky. Even the breeze breathed a gentle sigh, Hazily dreaming we shall never forfeit That moment that we had felt complete, Spiritually we knew our love did comply Silence was golden under a moonlit sky.  ----- Whisps of Whispers I`m all alone for my mother she has gone To hunt for dinner, said she wont be long When I grow I shall hunt for food instead Then I wont have to wait long to be fed, Hope she is safe, and she is not lifelong I`m all alone for my mother she has gone. I`m all alone for my mother she has gone, With a purrfect pitch I roar my tiger song For I do get up to mischief when she`out I am only a cub and just learning about, The difference between right from wrong I am all alone,for my mother she has gone. I`m all alone for my mother she has gone For I`m her cub and know that I belong But sometimes she can be rather fussy, For I`m really only her mischievous pussy, One day soon. I will certainly grow strong, I`m all alone, for my mother she has gone.  ----- Winds of Fantasy When our World seemed to shudder and shake, And thus it became a horendous earthquake. Upon a time when the great winds of change, Gathered clouds that were heavy and strange, Visions of moonbows arched above the lake When our World seemed to shudder and shake. When our World seemed to shudder and shake Waves of high seas, crushed the wind brake, Gods were angry while thunder clouds roll And lightning flashed upon all mortal souls. They chanted toThor and hoped he`d partake When our World seemed to shudder and shake. When our World seemed to shudder and shake The sun almost shone but was just a fake, Great mountains high crumbled to the ground The planet Earth, now square and not round That which was once, now a drastic mistake When our World seemed to shudder and shake. When our World seemed to shudder and shake To observe the stars would make our neck ache, Our World being square could be better today We should be able to study them sideways, And charters will now have new maps to make When our World seemed to shudder and shake.  back to list |
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Ryter RoethicalAs rain descends from a sombre cloud Hear it falling like an angry football crowd And from the grey morning as we arise In the drought catching us all by surprise. Half light now lights a land once proud As rain descends from a sombre cloud. As rain descends from a sombre cloud Dragging it o’er, helping suns demise Meanwhile birds sit quietly in their nests Mother hens clutching chicks to their breasts A strong wind picks up the grey shroud As rain descends from a sombre cloud.  ----- Ferrari I am the smith and our love is the fire Kissing stirs the coals and makes the flames higher There are times when the heat becomes white hot What it heats is oftimes placed in a tempering pot This often causes me to heavily perspire I am the smith and our love is the fire. I am the smith and our love is the fire A love that always gives us all that we require Even when tamped there is still that warm glow That leaves a feeling others vainly seek to know What we have, others work hard at to aspire I am the smith and our love is the fire.  ----- Just Memories The magic is going as autumn draws to a close, What will happen then only heaven knows? Remembering beach walks along virgin sands. Smiling, walking with my love holding hands. Feeling warm sand sneak in between my toes The magic is going as autumn draws to a close. The magic is going as autumn draws to a close, Soon I will have to change to warmer clothes. With evening return to a summer memory As darkening skies looked on in testimony It’ll be the same again next year I suppose The magic is going as autumn draws to a close. The magic is going as autumn draws to a close, It is not leaving merely having a short repose. I believe the magic will never leave this place It is simply Mother Nature showing her grace, And allowing us to see some alternative shows. The magic is going as autumn draws to a close.  ----- Lady and Knight Who were we, when we danced last night, Dancing and romancing well unto dawns light It was not the first time, nor will it be the last It will be our future, as it has been our past You are my Queen, my lady, I am your knight Who were we, when we danced last night?  ----- Monday Bloody Monday (Variation) I hate Mondays, do you want to know why? Well, I was hoping you knew that already. Sunday is when you really hate Monday Question is, do I hate Monday or Sunday, Just a thought perhaps I’ll give that a try. I hate Mondays, do you want to know why? But Monday is after Sunday you may recall, And what if it were Tuesday that would fall? Then you might hate it, not Monday instead Then Monday would not be the day of dread That day called Tuesday would now appal, But Monday is after Sunday you may recall. And Wednesday might not be so innocent No longer the middle of the week we bent. If t’were switched and became the day of rest Wednesday would become the day you like best. Then Thursday would be your hatreds intent, And Wednesday might not be so innocent. Should we leave Friday and Saturday alone If we do some bloody whingers bound to moan. So there we have it keep it or change the week The present one is dated from times antique. Whatever we do is bound to raise a moan, Should we leave Friday and Saturday alone?  ----- Pan's Magic The piper plays, then to each a part allots In staying back we’re tied in tender knots. He lingers awhile but not reluctantly so It is free to you and I, to come or go It’s just one of his more tender plots The piper plays, then to each a part allots. The piper plays, then to each a part allots He’s the director the one who calls the shots. Feeling trembles when we kiss this way With looks that bid each other to stay. Music has stirred the feeling in our roots The piper plays, then to each a part allots.  ----- Rain (Fat Chance) It’s autumn once the time of the stretch of grey Where broken farmers hire special men to pray. A time of tears for Heaven, and wet thoughts Belie another week more of rainfall noughts The cooler night replaced by a hot sunny day It’s autumn once the time of the stretch of grey It’s autumn once the time of the stretch of grey Once careful strides avoided where puddles lay Autumn greens not seen, still remaining brown. Broken farmers forced to move to town Because sunburnt crops cannot pay their way It’s autumn once the time of the stretch of grey It’s autumn once the time of the stretch of grey See northern cities flood causing much dismay Now a day of rain has become a time of praise Occasional splattered window on grey days Soil too dry, starting to look like Saharan decay It’s autumn once the time of the stretch of grey.  ----- Value of Love Love alters not by time in months or years, Through eternity, there’s no longer fears. In time love becomes a melding of souls, Able to abandon all worldly controls. Time only mellows gentleness appears. Love alters not by time in months or years, Love alters not by time in months or years, Trusting in each other, all doubt disappears. Lies no better than wormed or rotting wood, Nothing could ever be honest or good Every loving couple become pioneers Love alters not by time in months or years,  ----- Wind Thoughts First Thought Kiss flavoured winds are my thoughts Over mounds of passion wisely bought Flesh draped so subtle yet so easy I find Lips brushing skin, naked in my mind And giving flesh a form in pastel strokes Kiss flavoured winds are my thoughts..  Second Thought Winds off an ocean that whispers and calls Guitar strum sounds echoes from walls Matching heartbeats with sensing ends Embracing thighs whilst making friends Movements touches and sounds enthrals Winds off an ocean that whispers and calls.. ----- Yesterdays Dreams As I watch a leaf whilst sat under a tree The wind is causing it to dance with glee Pirouetting in the air like a ballet dancer Possessed by the wind who’s a necromancer Imagination given reign to an un-mystery As I watch a leaf whilst sat under a tree. As I watch a leaf whilst sat under a tree Yesterdays dreams seem to blow from me Tomorrows like the leaf are still up in the air And yet now I’m free, no longer do I care No longer do I worry about uncertainty As I watch a leaf whilst sat under a tree.  back to list |
Nia WynneLike a breeze you pass by to mesmerize With your yellow, green, blue or purple eyes, Sometimes a wheeze is what you may give me But I've never failed to beckon you to my knee Because I like how fur tickles away sighs, Like a breeze you pass by to mesmerize.  -----  Spiritless Apathy is like a disease of thought It becomes its own melancholic drought A circle without anywhere to go But down the rabbit hole to depressions low Low estate, as esteem crumbles a lot Apathy is like a disease of thought.  ----- Used to Be There used to be joy in the morning And once every breath was sun shining, Moon glow waiting for twilights end To meet more of her special friend, The Andromeda to match astral wings, There used to be joy in the morning.  back to list |
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