2012 Poetry Form Challenge

#22 Spanish Sonnet




Another interesting variation through the mixing of cultures. This time combining the Petrarchan Sonnet form as the octave, but uses the Rima Alterata a variation of the Sicilian as the sestet.
The meter like the French sonnet, normally comprises of ten syllables.
The rhyme scheme is .a.b.b.a...a.b.b.a....c.d.c.d.c.d.
To my Brothers

Small busy flames play through the fresh laid coals
And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep
Like whispers of the household gods that keep
A gentle empire o'er fraternal souls.
And while for rhymes, I search around the poles,
Your eyes are fixed, as in poetic sleep,
Upon the lore so voluble and deep
That aye at fall of night our care condoles.
This is your birthday Tom, and I rejoice
That thus it passes smoothly, quietly.
Many such eves of gently whisp'ring noise
May we together pass and calmly try
What are this worlds true joy, - ere the great voice
From its fair face, shall bid our spirits fly.

John Keats



Spanish Sonnet



Maryse Achong

Ole!

Terry Clitheroe

All Things Change
Autumn Angel
Deceit
Media truth
Poetic Musings
To Be Loved
Un-perplexed
Wraith or Faith

Sonnets Redoubled
Texte
Sonnet #1 - 14

Divena Collins

Angel Of Love
Boyhood of Raleigh
Classic Willpower
Daphne and Apollo
Eternal Star
La Masquerade
Monsters Return
Letter
Moon Shadows
Philosopher
Sailors Three
Wind of Wisdom

Jem Farmer

Dancing with my Muse
Hidden Thirst
Morning Song
Night Echoes



Maryse Achong

Ole!

A Spanish Sonnet ought to be great fun
I thought to myself I'll do two or three
Because all things Spanish look good to me;
But time has flown and nothing has been done.
Okay I said, I shall do at least one
Lord knows I've fallen behind terribly,
But days and hours race past rapidly
And sadly I have only just begun.
Better late than never’s how I console
Myself, for I can only do my best;
Tomorrow maybe I'll be on a roll
Will have a bit more energy, more zest
And I'll be organized and in control...
Ha! That will be the day, I only jest..

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Terry Clitheroe

All Things Will Change

All things must change, it is the way
Plan for things, but do not expect
That all that's good Fate will reject
Remember, when you sow, you pay.
To find true love, we all will pray
Pain making some too circumspect
Just treat all things with high respect.
Until we do, our lives will be grey
Fate does not have a heart of stone
But has been known to turn away
Or perhaps she needs you to atone
With two souls meeting is her way
The story unravels with you alone
Things will change in life's play.



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Autumn Angel

Come take my hand my autumn angel
No longer summers colours bright.
The days share equal time with night,
And the lush green's no longer visible.
All has been taken from summers well
The crops are gathered, and been sold.
Our legacy the colours of red and gold,
Which will be gone during winters spell.
Thus time is ours in our own private nest
Away from cooler seas that chill the air.
It is now we find that time alone is best
Time we've earned through our endeavour.
Whilst the outside world's quietly at rest
Our future lives will stretch out forever.



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Deceit

Have you ever walked down empty streets,
Well after the night has conquered the day?
Each measured step, took you a special way,
You knew there was no way you could retreat.
Further away from where you felt complete,
And questioning the will that led you astray,
I wonder is there an author of a greater play,
In which you are now the victim of deceit?
What is the purpose of showing any emotion,
Knowing all that is promised will be denied?
It's just been cast out on fates whimsical ocean,
Where all the presenters of truth blatantly lied
And thus cynics were given their promotion
When what was true and right just simply died.


Music, Astronomy and Deceit - Paolo Veronese

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Media Truth

A Tarantella upon the written word,
Treadings once welcome become a snare
Creating in some a desire to lay bare
A pursuit of lies, and non-events occurred.
Biased paragons of truth speak the absurd
Catching the unwary in their vacant stare
Hammering non essentials til they swear
That black is white and always was preferred.
Now games are crueller than realised in youth
Portraying the predator as the prey.
The innocent having to dig for proof
And justice does the blameless betray.
Sociology just helps breed the uncouth,
And read ignorance what the press portray.



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Poetic Musings

I tried to capture a feeling today,
It fluttered away on butterfly wings.
On a nearby flower see how it clings,
Never to disturb these things of beauty.
I tried to capture someone's soul today,
She evaded my words, loudly laughing.
As though someone else had made her sing,
Then she hid not willing to hurt me this way.
I tried to catch all my wild thoughts today
And tried to corral this herd of emotions.
Exhausted, I rested and watched them stray,
Wandering off on hair brained notions.
They slowly returned their own sweet way,
Once again putting my pen in motion.



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To Be Loved

The begining of night promises things to come
Twilight glimmers with unclaimed dreams.
What love of day's not bettered by moon beams
And reluctant newfound love easier to be won?
Often loves words are smothered by light and sun
Yet freely given and received as lovers schemes.
Following paths carved out by wishful streams
Words curbed at day, at night are overcome.
Who's eyes do not shine brighter under loves light
What words are not truer when lovingly given
What greater power's there than that of loves might
Yet given away freely in loving, again and again
There is no subject, or object, there is no harsh rite,
There is no pain, to be loved is to be forgiven.



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Un-perplexed

Sometimes a wanderer may see many things,
And just as often should many lessons learn.
Experience found as homeward he turns
But in apprehension, to the past he clings.
Yet hope still lingers and once again he rings,
Words spoken, promises made, he returns,
And casts his lot with chance, still fearing burns.
Will she be the one who will make his heart sing?
Her smile speaks more than words could ever say,
And her eyes speak volumes of her intent.
How can there be doubts now, a desire to stay,
But only her touch will tell him he is content.
They wine and dine, and meet love all the way
And then finally fate gives her willing consent.



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Wraith or Faith

Countenance haunted by dreams unfulfilled,
The hollowed eyes of veiled doubt and pain,
All the symptoms of a soul torn in twain.
The body grown thin, muscles cannot rebuild.
And all once lively essence has been killed
Useless now, has been flushed down the drain
The wraith only remains alive on this plain
Everything else remains unfulfilled.
Why must we be yoked to such sorrow,
Offered again would the same choices be made?
What are the values offered tomorrow,
Are ideals so priceless they never fade?
Morals and ethics, what do we borrow,
Or just like the rest, we hide in the shade?



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Nature - Sonnets Redoubled

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Given any chance at all new life begins
Creatures know their place and seek a mate
All beasts live in harmony within their state
See the humble spider and the web she spins
Every plant that pushes forth new skins
Knows it will have its time here then it waits
Begins to procreate helped by its insect mates
So nature's balance never produces twins.
All this was given to man and his conceit
And with time forgot this is not his plan.
He is truly believing in his minds deceit
Stating all this has been given to man
Ignoring everyday of a species defeat
Then we hear corporations fighting a ban.



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Sonnet #1

Given any chance at all new life begins
Growing, forming, shaping adapting to strife
This is the challenge Nature puts on life.
It thrives and shapes and lives and fits within
Each year there is never any form of chagrin
Every plant mutated and has adapted so.
As it laid dormant in sand or slept in snow,
On looking close a new shooting will begin.
Each plant finally awakens within the ground
It is now the time and the chance to grow
As the plant life everywhere starts to abound.
When rivers of flowers and plants begin to show
All this and more is part of the natural round
The least of which should humble man so.



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Sonnet #2

Creatures know their place and seek a mate
But what is man nothing but a beast
And just like them must breath and feast
Whilst realising he is the master of his fate.
And never waiting for others to berate
Other creatures saw his faith decrease
His greed saw his interest in others cease
Careless of the evil deeds he will create;
Ignoring the simple ways that feel the Earth
And the Brehon laws of the Ancient Celt
Who knew what Nature was really worth.
Knowing how that original creation felt
Beasts and plants in harmony from birth;
Man must learn about natures safety belt.



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Sonnet #3

All beasts live in harmony within their state
Some occasionally may see the light of day.
Have they a lesser right to have their say,
Are they any less of Nature, no right of fate?
In time of flood within the Ark went each mate
Saving all life and turning no pair away
When man listened to what God had to say
He remained quiet, not daring to communicate.
What of the beasts that thrive in this domain
The creepy crawlies that feed on mans refuse
These little beasts that are part of the chain
Even for them Nature has an important use
Soon there'll be a time when Nature gains
There will be no choice, you daren't refuse.

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Sonnet #4

See the humble spider's web she spins
An artist who weaves the finest of silk
Yet misunderstood as are all her ilk
The balance may change when sanity wins
Nature will level it out, to mans chagrin
And Natures balance he cannot bilk.
Until along comes man in his conceit
Not realising nature counts his sins.
Always thinking naught's better than man
Ignoring that he's only an alternate form.
Tribal ways "Civilisation" ignores the plan
Science and technology must heed the norm.
Ask any of the ancients how the tribes began
They did not ignore every other creature born.

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Sonnet #5

Every plant that pushes forth new leaves
And blossoms forth its symbolic scenes
To procreate and pass on its genes
Is aware of the life that it conceives.
Most reliant on symbiosis it believes
Or other creature that passes seed
To fertilize each plant and weed
See the worker bee amid the sheaves.
And as the seasons wax and wane
See Nature balancing out with time
With one years loss another's gain
There's balance naught can out climb
All things are equal over the main
And a balanced life is Natures prime.



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Sonnet #6

Look, see the eagle soar such a wondrous sight
Majestic, riding the thermals where he belongs
Playing with the air, soaring, listen to his songs.
See the feathers spread out balancing the flight
As he sleeps in the night another raptor has right
Here is wisdom with no respect for fools and song
His flight no less majestic, who can see him soar,
Is function all that important, when there is might?
Man knows that there is beauty in their flight
And this is often where his wisdom flaws.
He will not spend time during the day or night
To giving to Nature the respect he owes.
Each raptor king is deposed, despite their might
Knows it will have its time here, then it goes.

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Sonnet #7

We all travel through life like wagon trains
Leaving our tracks where we go on the grass
Making our presence in life felt as we pass
Like wagon wheels on fresh virgin plains.
Or how your footprints in fresh sand remains
In time the tide washes away where you passed.
Trying to beat nature by removing trees and grass
And planting our genetically modified grains.
The once lush fields once again become dirt.
The seasons come and go, as is decreed.
In the depth of winter there is another desert
Nature has stated it so, man has disagreed
Sometimes for a while man tries to reassert -----

Sonnet #8

Nature's balance never produces twins
Spring is when Nature comes alive
With worker bees rushing from the hive
On their daily task to help as life begins.
The air is clear and all life free from sins
Blossoms bloom on bush, and trees revive
For this task each plant gives to the hive
A drop of honey being what this bee wins.
Every year you'll see new life returns
And begins to procreate and so life grows.
Symbiosis means paying turns with turns
Just rewards for helping to re-compose
Nor is there any need for life's concerns
This is the simple way that all life knows.



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Sonnet #9

All this was given to man and his conceit
That he live in simple ways upon the Earth
Then through life's travails proving his worth
Somewhere to live an abundance to eat.
Living as one with the Earth's, a simple feat
Following ancient ways there is no dearth
As long as there is not too much birth
Those who know never have to compete.
The ancients never had need to steal or cheat
Taking what they needed they paid their debt.
A field of food gathered and a little meat,
From working all day and a lot of sweat.
But some men think these rules can be beat
And ignore the warnings and Natures threat.

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Sonnet #10

With time Man forgot this was not his plan.
In much older times what men took from Earth
Was replaced by something of equal worth
Thus a barter system with nature began.
The way of a person now called a pagan
Who replaced in kind with some other gift
Sometimes slaves killed at the end of shift
Nothing was taken from any garbage can.
Now inconsiderate, boasting, without stealth
His debt to Nature, he ignores and cares naught.
Coal, diamonds or gold taking out great wealth
Now he just rips it of the earth with no thought.
The clean skinned owners think of their own self.
Ignoring it's from Nature that they have bought.



Air Itam Dam - Penang 03 12 12

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Sonnet #11

He is truly believing in his minds deceit
The teller speaks replacing facts with figures
And of ideologies professed by vested interests.
The real truths are written on a paper sheet
It is folded and the light of day will never meet.
Of that truth politicians show their disinterest,
Waffle and sidestep showing what they do best
When its time to vote the right thing meets defeat.
Old trees are cut down and not replaced by new.
Because of this everything suffers in the process.
Developers build towns then shopping malls
The lungs of the earth begin to grow an abscess
"Rent a crowd" protesters march around halls
The media are amused and write about the mess
Selling more papers and more trees must fall.

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Sonnet #12

Stating all this has been given to man
Huge petrol tankers criss-cross the Earth
Taking out, but not paying back its worth
All the time stealing as much as they can.
When the petrol oceans finish their span
The Barons of Power will find another berth
And we will cheer them for all we're worth,
Calling them Kings and worship their plan.
Satan looks at their acts and laughs at God,
Who gave us a place to live and food to eat.
The sons of Cain have taken over every sod
Now we must pay for what's under our feet.
We had only to share, sometimes give a prod
Instead the greedy are allowed to lie and cheat.



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Sonnet #13

Ignoring that everyday a species dies
The Japanese world is filled with crime
Allowing the extinct list to climb,
And presenting us with outrageous lies.
Their Whaling ships scour the seas
Killing whales or "Scientific Research".
And the Japanese name they smirch
Making profit for their companies.
Deaf and blind to the worlds cries
And never heeding humanities voice
The Japanese people turn blind eyes.
Surely they can make a better choice
But still they murder under disguise
I wonder will the world ever rejoice?

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Sonnet #14

Then we hear corporations fighting a ban
Or of an oil spill from a damaged tanker
Once more adding to Nature's canker
Remember its the fault of greed and man.
Some have woke and are doing all they can
Realising the truth and voicing their rancour
Finally the corporations are feeling the anger
They're waking, compromising, making a plan
It's a difficult road, that will take lots of time
Pray Nature's patient and is willing to wait,
But if so we'll end up in a world that's sublime
Instead of destroying we must learn to create.
Paradise awaits us all as upwards we climb
And eventually arrive at Nature's pearly gate.



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Divena Collins

Angel Of Love

Why art thou angel tapping at my door
Adorned within rags of a beggars mask
That hath pleaded endlessly in thy task
Thou who shalt suffer poverty no more
Nor shalt blessings be of such to ignore
Thou who were ever adorned in damask
Should never be ashamed to beg or ask
For life shalt never be as it was before
Yet all that strived hath ne-er been lost
For deep within thy shalt feel the change
Within natural instinct of love embossed
That life or fortune may forever arrange
Best made plans shall forever be tossed
Not life but love shalt again feel strange.


Art by Eleanor Fortiscue Brickdale.

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Boyhood Of Raleigh

Staring with wonder upon the blue ocean
A fisherman spoke of a galleon set sail
Two boys listened to his fascinating tale
Words he had spoken with deep emotion
They admired this fishermans devotion
He told of the fate of galleons that fail
Of sailors therein which drowning impails
And salts of the seas that amass corrosion
He wasn`t to know that one of those boys
Was to be an explorer within his prime
A fishermans tale of fascination employs
Sir Walter Raleigh had served sublime
Tobacco and Potatoes his cargo of joys
All from a fishermans tale of that time.


The Boyhood of Raleigh - John Everett Millais,

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Classic Willpower

Frustration of a poet that cannot find
Within emptiness on an unwritten page
So deep inside he shall destroy with rage
Dark shades of grey from a troubled mind
Shalt follow his thoughts of another kind
He writes with passion of a futuristic age
Of imprisoned sentences locked in a cage
That had rendered him before to be blind.
Finally he escapes for his muse to survive
And pens a vivid picture from deep within
It is then his imagination begins to thrive
He knew in his mind he should finally win
When his play with words ventures alive
Determination of will may dwell therein.



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Daphne and Apollo

When warm and gentle breezes blew a kiss
Whispering softly of love,true love divine
Spirits soar high while lovers limbs entwine
Desires anew upon a sensual touch of bliss;
Creating precious memories to reminisce
Cherished hearts of love cannot be blind
Both spirit and soul eternally combined
This unconditional love shalt always exist;
There shalt be no barriers, none whatever
For love shines true through loving eyes
In mists of time they shall belong together;
Upon waves may this passion ebb and rise
To be locked in desirous dreams forever
Where spirits combine loves memory lies.


Apollo and Daphne - Waterhouse

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Eternal Star

Her spirit arose upon the dead of night
From a dark earthen tomb where she lay
That glides past angels of mercy that pray
To reach for the star that shone so bright
Deep
emotions within gave way to insight
For this was the time and the hour of day
That a pledge of love had shown the way
When spirits of death shall again re-unite
Far within the universe from earth below
That sparkles deep within two lovers eyes
Thro' eternity passions of love shall show
For what had fallen shall once again rise
And an eternity of love may forever flow
There upon the brightest star in the skies.



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La Masquerade

Dance to the music of the masquerade
Within deep refrains of a classical cello
Of bow and strings defined so mellow.
The finest orchestral musicians played
Within steps of dance that promenade
Midst painted illusions of artiste Angelo
Of shades of green and purple or yellow
Marks the scene of this masked charade
That pirouette to a concerto of ballet
Swirls of ribbons upon a painted mask
Blending perfection to the artists pallet
Soft the refrains of sweet rose damask
That melts within twirls of a pirouette
May be more that the audience shall ask.



The Philosopher - Rembrandt

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The Letter

She chose to be alone within a quiet spot
To read the words of love he had written
Within her heart she remained smitten
What he had in store she knew not what
But had prayed for the love of Sir lancelot
Though she knew she would ne-er befitten
His words of love had her soft as a kitten
Was she to ignore the attention she sought.
She held his letter so close to her breast
Thoughts of his love were growing so hazy
Maybe lovers would better when blessed
For passions of ecstasy shall never be lazy
His letter of love she shall again digest
Shall it be he or she that may act crazy.



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Monsters Return

Folk say there is a monster within Loch Ness
Who dwells on the foot of the deep lochs floor
If there is one may be there should be more
Some folk that have seen her say never the less
Mayhaps she has a mate to love and caress
They might both breed within Scottish shore
Who knows what ever else they may have in store
If this is true then this world they shall impress
Prehistoric monsters have since disappeared
But maybe they were only biding their time
For many more can be nurtured and reared
If Nessy and her mate remains within prime
Now Scotlands monsters shall never be feared
When profits are made from a penny or dime.



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Moon Shadows

Deep within an imaginative status of mind
Betwixt shades of grey within a moons light
Shadows silently haunt the darkened night
Moonlight within a hazy mist of a scary kind
When sanity of composure is hard to find
For a dark silhouette shall never be bright
Tricks of shade become hindered of sight
As the outcome of fear begins to unwind
Consciousness of being completely alone
With silence of breath devoid of all sound
Fear of a nightmare shalt forever be shown
When shades of darkness plagues the ground
Within wrestless sleep of nightmares prone
When fear of darkness shall ever be found.



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The Philosopher

Deep in thought within a darkened room
Silently contemplates a mind of his own
He who hath been a philosopher known
A gifted centurian within a silenced tomb
He who returns from an earth clad womb
With a gifted foresight once unbeknown
And prophesized the great storm of doom
Within prediction wilder winds had blown
He climbed the steps of a spiral staircase
Reaching out t'wards the heavens above
The stars of fortune passed by at a pace
T'wards the light flew the wings of a dove
Upon which life after death had taken place.
He held forth his arms to the glory of love.


The Philosopher - Rembrandt

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Sailors Three

Within half of a wrinkled walnut shell
Three little sailors had sailed the sea
Upon pretend oceans of rainfall free
The gutter of water served them well
Three little sailors with shanties to tell
They sang the emotions of sailors three
Upon their creation from a walnut tree
Surfed upon waves of the oceans swell
How there images of play were as real
Simple yet daring upon a creative mind
What wonders these sailors must feel
Upon a journey taken of a daring kind
That had mastered the art of the reel
Whenever there was fish there to find.



The Philosopher - Rembrandt

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Wind of Wisdom

It is here I first saw them with both eye's
At first I thought it was a sign from past
That sailed the waters of ancestors last
But I listened to the great wind of sigh's
Do not take heed of a stranger that lies
For they shall trap you in nets they cast
The herbs that feed all shall wither fast
While your buffalo herd shall surely die
Take heed the ancient words of wisdom
Let drums beat loud thro'out your land
Send them back to their far off kingdom
For past generations of your Indian band
Speak of a truth that is spoken seldom
Listen to the great wind and understand.



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Jem Farmer

Dancing with my Muse

To fall in love is simply letting go
Permit the heart to reach the brighter skies
No longer asking for where’s, how’s and why’s
And close the doors on darker things we know
It's not simple to let these feelings flow
To walk away from those historic sighs
And follow the new way destiny flies
Accepting truth of love must be on show.
The gazing eyes that ignite as they meet
That love demands, there can be no denial
As footsteps falter to the rhythmic beat
Yet eyes can gaze for hours upon a smile
As shrouds of hurt slip silent in defeat
This art of loving once again worthwhile.



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Hidden Thirst

Each night I kiss your eyes before I sleep
Across the miles in shards of silver light
The feather kisses that whisper good night
A gentle touch to shield my passions deep
Unsaid words of love within the heart steep
The love that yearns to feel the warm respite
In that embrace where our senses ignite
You stole my heart as yours alone to keep.
But can you know how much my soul burns
And lingers in the realms of one place where
One single thought can deftly swirl and churn
As in my torrid dreams I meet you there
The hidden thirst for the sweet love sauternes
In ev'ry kiss I place on night-time air.



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Morning Song

The sun slowly rose in the eastern skies
As I felt the breath of love gently dawn
The whispered word to say my heart's reborn
Whene're I hear her call in passion's sighs
As the sun sets to mark the day’s demise
I need not feel lost, alone nor forlorn
For like the breath that took the early morn
I see that love is drawn within her eyes.
Desire once locked away so deep inside
Cannot be bound or concealed anymore
One kiss released my heart to swiftly glide
Like cascading silk pools upon the floor
For love has reached out to where souls collide
In deep desire that is forevermore.


Cupid and Psyche - Lionel Noel Royer

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Night Echoes

Last night I heard you walking in the hall
And felt my rapid pulse quiver and quake
The moment nerves began to softly shake
In the silence came the voice of love’s call.
Last night I felt love enchant and enthral
As senses quivered to gently awake
And left my heart open for you to take
Amid the want that is passion’s befall.
Yet old fears raged in memories of pain
Those spite fuelled words that dragged me to the floor
In darkness doubts surface; a cold steel chain
A war cry that is love’s hungered encore
Empowered dreams return to chance again
Released my heart is free to love you more.



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