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2010 Poetry Form Challenge

#08 Ghazal



The Ghazal is a very interesting poetry form and it exists throughout the whole of the Moslem world having originated as an Ottoman poetry form. As the Moslem religion spread throughout the Ottoman Empire, so also did their poetry.

Mostly the Ghazal is far from religious in its subject matter and indeed the form appears to be blessed with an abundance of erotica. This is probably why the form became very popular in Europe in the 1800's and then later in the US with the "Flower Power" generation.

Unfortunately the essential elements have been lost with these "Modern Ghazals" and now is the time to revive them or at least make it known what those essentials were.

The Ghazal is a series of couplets each one capable of standing alone as a poem. The first couplet is called the matla or the place where the heavenly body rises. This sounds like a pretty good start for a poem.

This couplet also sets the meter of the poems and the rhyming pattern. In the true Ghazal, the last word/s of both lines of the first couplet must be the same and similarly, the last line of the following couplets must also end with the same word/s.

Modern Ghazals seem only to rhyme these last words. Below is an example which follows a more modern pattern.

Bitter Race

Tonight lets have a drinking race
Without your love no clock will race

Fill the tankard with wine that's soured
Competition in jars shall be the race

Pour down the wine drink to forget
Make our feet too leaded to leave the race

Memory lasts longer than liquor poured
Un-lived dreams litter the path I race

Life's bitter brew this cup o'erflowed
With thoughts that makes my heart race

Horus and Bacchus joined me tonight
Overcome by wine and slows the race

Till consciousness by sour wine devoured
Strikes me out of this hard fought race

Ryter Roethicle

It follows logically that although the Ghazal has no set length, if it has seven couplets then it also has the basic requirement of a sonnet; i.e. fourteen (14) lines. The other requirement is that it must also have 14 consecutive lines.

Some people also would state that it must also be Iambic Pentameter also to be a sonnet. The Italians who devised the sonnet, merely said 14 lines, and no meter was stated, similarly the Spanish and the French. The Ghazal originated in Turkey and so I would grant an exemption there also. The example below shows the same example as before, in a sonnet form.

Bitter Race

Tonight lets have a drinking race
Without your love no clock will race
Fill the tankard with wine that's soured
Competition in jars shall be the race
Pour down the wine drink to forget
Make our feet too leaded to leave the race
Memory lasts longer than liquor poured
Un-lived dreams litter the path I race
Life's bitter brew this cup o'erflowed
With thoughts that makes my heart race
Horus and Bacchus joined me tonight
Overcome by wine and slows the race
Till consciousness by sour wine devoured
Strikes me out of this hard fought race

Ryter Roethicle



Ghazal Challenge Replies

Maryse Achong

Ancestral Ties
Indian Arrival Day

Divena Collins

Flames Of Passion
Of Eternal Love
Spirit of the Sea
The Spirit Within
Well Stone A Crow
Whisper To Animals

Ryter Roethicle

All things must end
Autumnís Last Days
Friends
La Morte d'une Souris
Quote
Stars
ZZZZ Time

Nia Wynne

August Leaves
Good Cheer



Maryse Achong

Ancestral Ties

ďCome my children lets get together
Take my hand brother and sister
Look around you what do you see
Rainbow people of La Trinity.Ē
From many different countries they came to our islands,
And so our ancestors made their homes in these islands.

From Europe, Africa, India and China they came,
And mixed with the indigenous folk of these islands.

A huge melting pot of people is what they became,
Representing all the ethnic groups of these islands.

The term Rainbow People is just one popular name
For the inhabitants of our beautiful islands.

With no one race to call my own I can now proclaim
I am a true product of my beloved islands.

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In celebration of Indian Arrival day

ďYesterday is but a dream, tomorrow is but a vision. But today well-lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well therefore to this day.Ē
Sanskrit Proverb

They came from India to this new land of hope
They left their motherland with their hearts full of hope.

They crossed the Kala Pani with fear in their hearts
Yet through it all they were sustained by their hope.

They arrived on a boat called the Fatel Razack
And whilst the journey was long they never lost hope.

Both Hindus and Muslims came bringing their cultures,
Though different they shared the common bond of their hope.

Today we wear their clothing and relish their food,
Celebrate their coming which was borne out of hope.

Welcome again my Indian brothers and sisters
You have shown us that once there is life there is hope.

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Divena Collins

Flames Of Passion

Flickers of flames that dance unto the night
Softly yields shadows through this night.

Enhancing all that becomes within this glow
Loves sweet passion flamed by candle light.

The moon may shine its fullest in the sky
And heavenly starlight may glisten bright.

Natures evening perfumes may fill the air
Of fragrant glowing petals shaded white

But nothing in this world of love compares
As candles flicker softly through this night.


Candle 1 - Vladimir Kush
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Of Eternal Love

When soft and gentle breezes blew a kiss
Which placed on parted lips a tender kiss.

Whispered then of love, true love divine
Desirous within a sensual touch of bliss.

Spirits soar while lovers become entwined
Creating precious moments to reminisce.

Both heart and souls eternally combined,
This unconditional love shall always exist.

Love with cherished hearts cannot be blind
When placed on parted lips a tender kiss.


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Spirits Of The Sea

Her spirit arose from the depth of the sea
From her watery grave in a relentless sea.

An unrest spectre returned from the deep
From a sunken ship, `twas lost to the sea.

She arose from her darkened silent sleep
As gales broke her silence across the sea.

She called for her lover as she did weep
His spirit to rise from the deep blue sea .

Together they flew from the oceans keep
Arose as doves, from the crest of the sea.


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The Spirit Within

So warm this spirit that glows with love
Deepening the thrills of sensual love

Within pleasurable dreams of desire
Enticing emotions within this love

The flames of passion flicker higher
Sparked once again the joys of love.

Awakening of emotions transpire
A warmed spiritual calming of love.

Fantasies of dreams now retire
To embrace close together with love.


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Well Stone A Crow

Two fine blackbirds had perched on a pole
For blackbirds often like to rest on this pole.

Six crows came and knocked them off the end,
A man came from Poland, called himself a Pole.

He sparked up a bonfire striking two stones
Threading six crows through the metal pole.

He roasted all the crows on his barbeque
Licked clean his fingers and the metal pole.

Down flew the blackbirds saved from this folly
To tell you the story of crows, and the Pole.


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Whisper To Animals

A whisper of kindness is all they need
Soft gentle words even animals need.

For they have got feelings like our own
Whichever the species, whatever breed,

They all need love, and are not alone
A little fondness, to calm and to feed.

Spiritual rewards have oft` been known
Animals in need could be close indeed.

A trust and affinity has to been shown
Together like us, true love is their need.


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Ryter Roethical

All things must end

Save not a thing it all must end
Itís inevitable all things must end.

Why must someone have to die
Why must there have to be an end

Why is it only then we realise
That itís too late, weíve lost a friend

All things have not been said have they?
Say it now, drop your pride and bend

Friendship is still the greatest wealth
Why must we wait until the end?


When it was his world - Vladimir Kush
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Autumnís Last Days

Streets of clouds with the sun peering through
Settle to reddened slumber as the day is through.

Black clouds threaten the blue morning skies
A sight that may prove the drought is through

Birdsongs are lesser from almost wintry skies
As all avian merriment for a while is through.

Homeward drives made difficult by glary skies
Led by chilling winds that are knifing through.

Soon those drives will be made with darker skies
And misty fog with headlights punching through.

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Friends

Save not a thing it all must end
All things must come to an end.
Why must someone have to die
Why must there have to be an end
Why is it only then we realise
That itís too late, weíve lost a friend
All things have not been said have they?
Say it now, drop your pride and bend
Friendship is still the greatest wealth
Why must we wait until the end?
Declare your love or regret forever
Love is the riches you cannot spend
The dead take nothing with them
All things must come to an end.


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La Morte d'une Souris

Today I had to kill another mouse
He was small and grey a nosy little mouse.

Lately I had killed several around the house
They were probably kin to that little mouse.

If only they would keep away from my house
I wouldnít have to kill each little mouse.

But they came and searched my house
And I found traces left by each little mouse.

They ate my food, and shat within my house
I resolved that I should kill each little mouse

I placed traps in various places in my house
And one by one, I killed each little mouse.

And in one of the toilets in my house
I flushed away the body of each little mouse.

Should another one come into my house
Itíll get the same deal as any other little mouse.


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Quote

Love knows not itís depth until separation
Kahlil Gibran


We know not how much we love until we part,
What greater pain is there, than when we part?

Each time we meet is now a loving ceremony
And for awhile nothing is able to keep us apart

That love we had together is naught but a memory
But how can anything tear that revelry apart?

Remember love is not just another sweet revelry
True love is when two lovers become one part.

All this is merely one poets simple philosophy
To ease the pain each time we have to part.

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Stars

Wandering hand in hand easily we touch the stars
Let us dwell there and be free amongst those stars.

Life and love give birth to moments of shadows
Each shadow pales and falls away before the stars.

When lovers touch, loving and love become as one
But loving and lovers are more glorious with stars.

The moon has become the light for all that is love
The deepest love begins under the light of stars.

There is no reason to love, love removes all reason
But all reason is lost, and all love begins with stars.


Other Worlds - Vladimir Kush
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ZZZZ Time

Finally with dark it is the time to sleep
Indeed the sun is in the deepest sleep.

On the stage of life no-oneís left to play
The actors are all gone, and fast asleep.

Daytime creature await another day
Covering and protecting as they sleep.

For awhile the trees no longer sway
And it seems that all has gone to sleep.

The stars begin to fade and go away
Now itís the time for the night to sleep.


Night Prod - Vladimir Kush
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Nia Wynne

August Leaves

Shadows fall over me
Much the way August leaves.

For breath of October
Forgets how August leaves.

You're looking charmed
Just like green August leaves.

Is there any magic
When our August leaves?

Recalling how we shared
Before our August leaves.

Sun lights the hours now
As you find August leaves.



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Good Cheer

Tis now the hour of dread and fear
Mysterious, no good nights cheer.

The ways of subtler minds dream
Any words of love for good nights cheer.

Sweet of wine and romance dancing
Are the best ways of good nights cheer.

Every word a means to draw lines
In sands of time, there's good nights cheer.

Once there was a time I could fly,
Kathy wishes for good nights cheer.



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