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2010 Poetry Form Challenge#07 Sonnetina CinqueThere are two quintains required and this gives the poet a lot of flexibility to mix and match if required. In the example below the poet chose to use a Quintilla (Spanish Quintain) pair:
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Maryse Achong“Vote for me please!” the candidates all cry “I’ll keep my promises I tell no lie; My party is the one that cares for you Our members each and every one, ‘true blue’.” I listen to their rhetoric and sigh. I want to vote, yet still I hesitate I’m not impressed by either party’s slate I’m caught between a rock and a hard place And it appears it will be a close race. I’m tempted to leave everything to fate. back to list |
Divena CollinsAmidst ancient gnarled, twisted trees Thro` blankets of mist by a clearing, Deep in a forest with sighing breeze Strange happenings were appearing, In dire need of an exorcist expertise. Sceptres from the past thro` the mist Sat around their wooded bench table, They ignored me and I got the gist Was it I, the ghost and now able, To be next on their short waiting list?  Socrates Hemlock - Vladimir Kush ----- The Healing Tree 1 Strength in the sap of the branches free With powers that flows through leafy veins Along with aromatic oils of the Cedar tree, Enhancing by the morning dawns soft rains And medicinal salves from the honey bee. Woodlanders gathered from far and wide With ailing bodies and much troubled minds Feeling much stronger from the magic inside, Sweet sap arises through frail hands, to find Healing spirits from this source shall derive. 2 Sickness and strife spread through the lands Prayed to the heavens, thank God what they had A source from the tree shared as planned The woodlandic peasants no longer were sad And through the healing tree did understand. Mother nature provided her own perfect cure Those ancient years when they all but knew From all the herbals in the forestry`s pure, There were remedy`s there from all that grew And thus finding out made them feel secure.  Twelve - Vladimir Kush ----- The Pommie Mouse I. Once in a kingdom of animal lovers There dwelt a little timorous mouse Who had some sisters and brothers But were caught in a trap in the house So poor wee mouse he had no others. So sad was he, his heart was shattered That he scampered away full of strife, Who wants a mouse lost and scattered Unless, he bedded a mouse wife for life Once in a life time, he may be flattered. II. Perhaps he may go Australia instead. A Pommie mouse in the glorious sun His friend assured he had a spare bed And he was going to have loads of fun With Vindaloo and Port, he`d be well fed. He sneaked on a plane and over he flew He thought he`d better go take a look, For jet lagged mouse, his room had a view, He snuggled in bed with a poetry book It was there he settled contentment anew.  ----- Of Ancient England I. Oh ye great oakens from England grow. Throughout the forest of Sherwoods loam Scatter thy great seeds of acorns below Where the band of Robin Hood called home And his merry men drew Arrow and bow. Oh ye green plains that winds doth strew Hills of Dartmoor where horses grazed `Midst craggy hills, where waters run thro` This ancient breed was borne and praised Pride and valour thro` mighty battles grew. II. Oh ye great oakens of Englands shore Majestically spread, thy boughs of olde Steeped in ancient history to explore Of Kings, Queens, and Pagentry bold Now resting beneath thy dark forest floor. So sleep thee, thy knights upon the moors Who sped `thro Dartmoors craggy hills, Thy haunted steeds form dust no more Of thundrous hooves now silent and still With ghostly remains of bygone lore.  ----- Ring Around The Roses I. An age old song for children at play, Has a meaning they had not known To sing and to dance in a ring that day, While disease and sickness had grown They were too young to grieve and pray. A plague had spread thoughout the land, Cause, are fleas which infested town rats. Over the country this plague did expand The dead were transported away in carts And the children left could not understand, II. They sang of raised sores of bubonic plague That were circled a red ring all around, And symptoms which to them were vague Of sneezing spreading germs abound To help spread this epidemical outrage. A herbal sachet for smell to prevent Kept close to their hearts in a locket, This herbal power of posies with scent Was oftimes placed in their pockets Their belief was instinctively meant. Quote Ring around the roses A pocket full of posies Atishoo, atishoo, we all fall down.  ----- Shakespeare In Love I. Thou art truly my love, my life, my all Love in my eyes, doth shine in thine Oh my love thy doth much to enthral Such love lock`d in two hearts divine. Shalt not be sever`d, what e`er befalls. Oh sweet art thy soft kisses sincere How joyous to love and to be belov`d, Gracious are these memoise to revere `Neath stars and brightest moon above, Thus treasur`d love, is ours so dear. II. Come hither sup fine meadow wine Sweet pleasures true love shalt lure Thy sense, touch, those eyes of thine, Deep fantasy thou shalt ne-er obscure When the passion of lovers entwine. True loves spirits shalt rise together Blessed to be by each others side This eternity of love shalt be forever, For truest love shalt ne`er be denied Not life nor death shalt part us never.  ----- She Slept Alone I A moon was out it`s most fullest Stars were twinkling so bright Her lover happened by his coolest Begged to sleep there that night (She was to be his hostess.) She was reading a book you see But he disturbed a good chapter, Put down the book and come to me, Says she, I know what your after (Logically, he just had to agree) II She was never to be forsaken Her vanity forever was for life The wine she sips must not be taken Even Scotch whisky would be rife (She is not to be shaken) He said it was love at first sight And this she gravely mistook He was her master, it was his right But he never disturbed her book (She slept alone all night.)  Pillow Book - Vladimir Kush ----- Stepping Stones I I step on stones over the lake So I shall be so close to you For each and every step I take, I always seem to walk back two, And slip as I shiver and shake. The lake is wide, I cannot swim And stones have gone from view I see my watery grave show grim With my reflection rippling thro` And love preserved deep within. II Then shall I soar high in the sky High above the sea on the wing On the back of a dove I shall fly Let the angels rejoice and sing But I look down on earth and cry . When spirits arose I then did see Gazing down on Earth from above The beauty then was there for me Perfect visions of the one I love A paradise where waters run free.  ----- This Season Of Love When April showers wash winds away A flourished spring awakens loves tune Bursting forth blossoms borne in May And deepens the rose in flaming June This season of love forever shalt stay. Warm is the sunrays that shines in July As the warmth from a true lovers kiss Brighter the Moon that glows in the sky Closer we share, such heavenly bliss When all in this World, are you and I.  Selene. Greek Moon Goddes back to list |
Ryter RoethicalStep this way he said Touching her bare shoulder As he led her to the bed. Take off your clothes was his refrain, Each touch becoming bolder. She let him have his way The end justified the sin Smiling knowing he would pay. And with release he felt the pain As her venom took his life from him.  ----- Candles and Hares Like a candle our love burned, but far too bright In lust and passion, we tasted too much too soon Burning our candle at both ends into the night. Juices sipped, and juices pent, with loss of gloom At start of day, love slipped away, hidden by the light. Now we are older and much wiser in our ways Our teenage spirits whilst not dead and gone Make us steady and much more able to stay The conclusion is proven and very foregone It is the tortoise, not the hare that wins the day.  ----- Caterpillar What is that caterpillar doing on my vine? So fluid and alive, yet seeming so impersonal; I’m touching it now, see how it responds And so easily curls around my index finger. Such confidence I have to admire... It’s so vulnerable and soft and spongy, And I could crush it so very easily. I place my finger back once more to the vine. If it survives it will be a beautiful butterfly, And bound to be a source of my joy.  ----- Death of a Lovesong 1 I cannot be, and I cannot feel, I lost everything that mattered. You broke my heart so easily And handed it back to me shattered. I have no feelings because of you. I cannot see, I cannot hear Those words I so longed to hold They fell to the ground bitterly A whispered silence now so bold. I cannot hear because of you. 2 My life is dark and so quiet now Almost feeling like the grave A darker love as deaf as death Where is that release that I crave? I’ve been blinded by your loss Within this tomb of dark despair The tears have ceased to flow Nothing left here but ash and dust With barren love, naught can grow. A desert is now my heart.  Supernova ----- Doors Some open doors, for others they close Some have a life that’s always hard Winners win what ere is chose Losers are born, destined to lose From life’s rich reward ever barred In life, in love, there never a pause Wondering now what’s fates next card I’ve lived a full life, I’ve opened doors Built many walls, laid many floors Surely nothing now can be too hard?  Doors of the Night - Vladimir Kush ----- The Hawk Sitting here by a rocky hollow Watching a hawk and her trajectory Her flight feathers extended now As she hovers in all her majesty Dipping and rising on the thermals from below. Trimming her feathers circling around Suddenly… her wings close As she plummets towards the ground Rising again with a victorious screech And faintly her victims dying sound.  Heavy Prey - Vladimir Kush ----- Jessica Our time together goes by in a blur Hardly savouring events that occur Yet we know there is no other way. Each time I see you, how you have grown And so different from the babe first known. Looking I see you have your fathers eyes The same blue that’s looking at you now. You’re growing more beautiful everyday. In a while you’ll hear the young boys’ sighs All wanting to steal you away.  ----- Lingua delle anima (Language of Souls) My desire is to grow old with you, But we both know this can't be true. For a long life can never be my destiny And when you die I pray it will it be me Waiting, to welcome you to eternity. Our two souls will kiss and again unite As spirits, in love still we will ignite The flame of love once more together Forever bound, and loving ever You have become my life’s endeavour.  Always Together - Vladimir Kush ----- Never Forgotten 1 "Never forget" he said to her, At the start of their first night together "My touch will be all you will feel, My lips, the only ones you will ever know My taste, the one you will crave for life". Blindly, as a virgin she reached out to him, Then again, and again. Young and yearning, desperate to be loved, She compromised all she knew "I will always love you". 2 How could anyone compare to you? Your hands, your eyes, your sound. No other could ever be to me What you are. I swear", As he went away to the fight. Many years later, as she lay dying The echo of that promise was still heard. As their children gathered to say goodbye Then listening closely, she heard his voice A voice she had never forgotten. ----- No Fear of the Dark I couldn’t help it, but I think I saw a light I thought that all that lay before me Was nothing but a continuous darkness. A light was there, it was you, you were the light, And hearing your voice made it much more real. I realise now it was no mistake what I saw Nor was there any painting of words by you Now I wish for you to blow out the candle. There is no longer a dread of the darkness Because now I can feel you there alongside.  ----- Paradise I used to think that paradise Was a great surf beach and blue skies Or a well shaped slab of rock That just might be possible to climb, And always a glass of stout afterwards. Several broken bones later I realised Paradise was not having to prove things Life is about being able to appreciate it There is music, and wine, and natural scenes And most of all… There’s You.  Music of the Woods - Vladimir Kush ----- So Long Ago I wonder sometimes how any love begins Mine began with a poem that made me laugh One day we met and shared love by the sea For a while we lived as if there was no life before Making promises we could not ignore. So long ago now, yours began with a poem, I wrote to you, and I hoped you’d like. Then we celebrated love together, Those few warm nights of poetry and love But too soon we had to part, for such is life.  To our time together - Vladimir Kush ----- Sogni di Amore 1 Dreaming of the romance of this night Dark blue skies, form a stars back drop The beauty, the allure of a full moons light. Sitting on a seawall at some exotic stop Looking, touching, bodies ready to ignite Magically, soft, wet lips, light our fuse Senses lost giving in to our feelings Touching, surrender, as control we lose Naked bodies, our senses reeling Opening, giving, nothing concealing. 2 Now with no though of self or same As with your love I cry your name You in turn offering yourself in love Finding a pure, loving treasure trove Creating a tender everlasting flame. And with the dawn a wakening kiss Of sunlight on two bodies thus entwined A wakening smile and years to reminisce On early times, and how they dined And how they created those dreams of bliss.  Psyches Dream - Vladimir Kush ----- Ubiety I awoke and found myself wandering in the clouds “I am not dead I think” I thought Why then is there this wondrous feeling, And why can I look down on the world below? I awoke again wondering what was the truth. What is the truth? Is truth a reality or a dream? In my dreams there is no trauma or stress Why can’t that be a dream and not reality, Then what was in my dreams become the truth, And no-one will be worse for the change?  To our time together - Vladimir Kush ----- Was it all a dream Was it all a dream? I wonder Shifting gears as I drive. The vision of you, your voice The kiss, the throaty "I love you" Was it all a dream, or memory? My voice in the wind Blowing softly in your ear Yes, a dream come true Whispering my love to you While you hug the winding road.  1963 Volkswagan Karmen Ghia
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