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2013 Poetry Form Challenge#03 Spanish Sestet or SextillaThis form is derived is derived from the Italian and Sicilian ones, but gives a little more variety to the poet. Each line usually has eight syllables, but there are versions of this form that use Tetrameter and Pentameter. Like the Quintilla only two consecutive lines may have the same rhyme pattern. In the example below, it uses a. a. b. c. c. a.
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#03 Spanish Sestet or Sextilla
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Maryse AchongI do not drive, I never learned, Though nowadays I wish I had; I should have listened to my Dad But I was young and unconcerned. One day perhaps before too long, I tell myself... I’ve heard that song. back to list |
Terry ClitheroeCome take my hand my autumn angel No longer summers colours bright And days share equal time with night. Lush green colours are no longer visible The crops are gathered, and been sold, Our legacy the colours of red and gold. This time is ours in our own private nest Away from cooler seas that chill the air Our evenings by a fire in a comfy chair It is now we find that time alone is best We have earned through our endeavour Our future lives stretching out forever.  ----- City of Angels I tried to listen to the earth today And all I heard was the scream of jets. Black car fumes, dust and cigarettes Nothing works here there is no way. The Earth breathes and lives and cares, Breathe, and live in this filth, who dares? Rain will not wash away this kind of filth, Those in control are deaf, and set in mind. They silence those who care and are kind Nor do they care about their peoples health. The boom of the earth they have not heard, For they have never known or cared!  ----- Clouds Mirrors are clouds that hide the truth They tell lies because they cannot see Nor do mirrors know what is of thee What is of now and was once of youth You see a picture in front of you Which changes every time you view. Look at a picture every ten years Each time an older person appears Different it appears inside the same Inside there is still beauty and care To one who is not in love this is rare But realizes love is in no way a game  ----- Dragons Believe in dragons, that they may live again. Cannot we believe and see what we will see? The time is ripe that we may live in fantasy Cannot fantasy and life be both the same? Lording over land and sea, the gentle beast Knightly lore was blackest deed and evil feast For dragons lore was part of what used to be. But blackest deeds and wicked tricks overthrow Whilst secretly they hide and secretly they grow Hear amid our deepest dreams the creatures plea. Magic's gone that helped kings gain their power Now they emerge welcomed from their bower.  ----- Had We But World and Time - Glossa Had we but world and time This coyness, Lady, were no crime We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love's day. Andrew Marvell..."To His Coy Mistress" As now I love you, I shall in a thousand years I have done before, the parting leaving tears. It shall be so again, but let them be of joy Thinking we have a love that is sublime Had we but world and time Each parting leaving us less as natures toy, In life's springtime we will meet again My passion driving like a man insane And you my dear so shy and oh so coy And I would have you by bedtime This coyness, Lady, is no crime. In my heart I knew it was no ploy Summer is a time of light and life Sometimes of conflict and also strife As one will help should the other fall At journey's end with the close of day We would sit down and think which way. But love and patience conquers all In autumn there is much more peace And love now takes on a sense of ease. Or a single glance that means so much A hand, a smile on our journeys way To walk and pass our long love's day Familiar traits, knowing by just a touch ----- Hyundai Again Driving past a car yard something caught my eye A red Hyundai Getz called out to me Red is one colour I never want to see Hoons drive red cars that I see flash bye Careless and breaking every road rule. I like white cars they are really cool. I bought my white Hyundai, 20 years ago She was good and faithful but suffers age And I thought it was time to turn the page So to Google search and new cars I did go. I printed out a list of what I wanted to see As I drove past, Murgatroyd had called me. Going in I stated what I wanted to drive Against better judgement and normal thought She called me again wanting to be bought During that test drive, she felt really alive. On Friday I'll pick up my car that is red When a week ago I'd rather be seen dead.  ----- Just Flown Away For a while I knew heaven but it flew away Yet it carried our dreams every single day, Like the birds we watched that were part of us. Now they are gone, and our dreams are no more And never again wade in at the evening’s shore, Because heavenly sands have turned to dust. For a while sunsets were deeply coloured Now misty and clouded no longer amoured For the sun has gone out of both our lives. Pain has robbed you of what was really true And memory is now just a distorted view But in my mind, love and truth survives.  ----- Kidding as Usual Winter is still all around, yet there are sounds, Forecasts tell us he's still doing morning rounds Nor should it judging by frost in early morn. Sounds that winter is not able to free, But during the day we look around and see Spring buds; is it too soon for them to be born? How often do these signs betray the facts And then see birds carry out spring like acts, Believing that early spring is about to show Late winter oft show signs of what's to be. With parrots screaming out look, look at me Noisy showy buggers always making a row. Some trees too used to winters changing moods You see the experienced local tree standing nude. Prefer to wait, after all they get chance to rest. And whilst the imports flash their buds and hues Jacarandas will provide really scenic views. In a few weeks will compete as a colourful best  ----- Love Forbids You Love forbids you not to love. That gentle hand that repulses me sought the pressure of my hand; your eye says: "I love you", though your lips are saying: "I won't!" Fedora; Umberto Giordano. Love forbids you, not to love; Having known you, how could I not, Not a victim of a match makers plot I did not need any gentle shove, To be with you is all I'll ever crave I have become your humble slave. That gentle hand that repulses me; Does it intend that I should go away Instead of holding so that I stay Why does it grip, not set me free It confuses me I don't understand You know I'm yours to command. You sought the pressure of my hand; But I feel the wanting in your touch. Is it only at dreams that I can clutch Yet you say solitude is where you stand. Body language gives a different view Creating this great desire for you. Your eyes say: "I love you", Your lips still say to me: "I won't!" I cannot believe that you don't I'm confused, what should I do? Yet I hear you say: "please, go away" But everything else says: "stay!". Though your lips are saying: "I won't" Everything else tells me that you want me Please stay here where you need to be, Would I hear you call out: "please don't". Should I call your bluff and leave right now, Or kiss me, and make that final vow.  ----- Noche de los Tiempos In the mists of time we shall meet again Break bread, and from the wineglass sup Sharing life, more tasty with each cup Singing songs of a once familiar refrain Songs, that speak of our love in rhyme And echoing throughout all of time. In the mists of time together we danced Moved and danced then we romanced A piper played, we held each other tight. Music lingered, changing with our mood Our dance of love a sign of all that's good Searching each others eyes, far into the night.  ----- Perception As normal winters misery shortly returned With no more morning birdsongs to hear, Last week they called out loud and clear. And last week promises of summer burned Idiotically we cast aside winters layers Then once again we sat round blazing fires. Every winter's day we prayed for rain But fickle nature decided to abstain. Then in spring we were promised drought, But with spring it bucketed down With several floods in parts of town I suppose really we shouldn't shout. We are paying heavy for all that rain Having quenched its thirst's alive again The ground grew with all kinds of bush That Greenpiece wouldn't allow to go Week by week we saw fire fuel grow Then lightening, fames, death in a rush. Now with Tasmania's forests all on fire Destruction in the Eastern states higher. What was promised has now all gone Farmers moving out, there is no gain Another year of loss, another year of pain There's no more benefit to anyone.  ----- Questions? How often do these signs betray the facts And then see birds carry out spring like acts, Believing that early spring is about to show Late winter oft show signs of what’s to be. With parrots screaming out look, look at me Noisy showy buggers always making a row. Some trees too used to winters changing moods You see the experienced local tree standing nude. Prefer to wait, after all they get chance to rest. And whilst the imports flash their buds and hues Jacarandas will provide really scenic views. In a few weeks will compete as a colourful best  ----- Quintessence Waking in the morning is enlightenment Seeing the morning sun aglow with life Your morning stretch, feeling free from strife Your lovers smile, and a feeling of excitement. It's seeing the flowers in your garden bloom Hearing morning birdsongs in your bedroom. In the morning you brush and clean your teeth Smile at the mirror your mouth feels refreshed. Happiness has once again been accomplished This simple act means much more underneath. It is reality, one of the many sparks of each being The Quintessence of elemental feeling.  ----- Venuta e Sega e Merda It's raining hard outside at last The birds for once are very quiet No deeds for them to brag tonight Though in my trees not closely massed Probably in contempt of what they do That is stain my car with their poo. I grew fruit and veggies in parts I allot But the bastards flew past it all Looked, dived not eating it whole Pecked part eaten and left to rot Then flew up to a neighbours tree Cawing with contempt at what I'd see.  ----- Verdad Ocultada por las Nubes In the mists of time we shall meet again Break bread, and from the wineglass sup Sharing life, more tasty with each cup Singing songs of a once familiar refrain Songs, that speak of our love in rhyme And echoing throughout all of time. In the mists of time together we danced Moved and danced then we romanced A piper played, we held each other tight. Music lingered, changing with our mood Our dance of love a sign of all that's good Searching each others eyes, far into the night.  ----- 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 And giving flesh a form in pastel strokes Kiss flavoured winds are my thoughts Lips brushing skin, naked in my mind. Second Thought Winds off an ocean that whispers and calls Guitar strum sounds echoes from walls Matching heartbeats with sensing ends Movements touches and sounds enthrals Winds off an ocean that whispers and calls Embracing thighs whilst making friends.  ----- Yardage When you waken, listen to the silence Which you hear with a different sense. Loving words were said as you slept. Perhaps your lover's spirit said something Replying with something equally loving. Your spirit heard as its vigil kept. You both may sleep, but never your souls Because even when apart they are a whole. Even when apart they still converse There is no distance that can deter They constantly whisper to each other. Timing and placement they both traverse. back to list |
Divena CollinsWhat wonders found within a lamp That glows of warmth in the dark Shadows flicker with just a spark Images within shall minds revamp Appear from shadows oh so near Of ghostly figures depicting fear. How can a childs play be so drawn To dangers that may hurt as much And warned they are not to touch But fascination may already spawn Their eyes so alight within magic How then can this glow be tragic. When a child has inborn desire`s All they see is a flame so bright That glows of magic in the night They see not the danger of fires Flames grow high of red and gold A child entranced may not be told.  ----- Driven Crazy I found a job in a farm yard Drivin'a tractor aint so hard No lady I turned out to be What else was I meant to do I was one of the chosen few And was to be the life for me. It is now I let down my hair For a country life I now share This is what I was meant to be I know what its like to be alive All alone in my tractor I drive This was to be the way for me. I drive a tractor round the farms What shall I do wrong that harms Except run over the farmers son He looks at me from head to toe For I watch these interests grow Maybe it`s just I need someone. I drive a tractor dont know why Or drive this man crazy if I try Maybe its just my need to thrive What I need or life is to me A county life is my place to be If they need a woman with drive.  ----- Fortunes Folly What she sees in a crystal ball When future images pay a call Shall it be of a lovers dream That predicts a fortune of fate An undying love is ne-er too late If a romance shalt reign supreme. Mystic powers that are unbeknown That only the gifted shall be shown What must her future that lies ahead Reveal deep inside the crystal globe May it be wise for a novice to probe Shall she rest easy within her bed. Spirits are drawn to take a chance Lost in a daze of meditating trance That thro' the past shall bring forth All she had relented from the past Her image of the future shall cast Within the shape of a new rebirth.  ----- Love Endowed Thy fond kisses thou shalt endow So blessed be thy tender touch Within a heart that beats so much Whilst endearing passions grow. Love shalt ever be a part of mine Thou shalt ever be my valentine. My feet not yet touched the ground Thy love whose arms hath held me kind That for many days when love was blind Within moments we both slept sound There was no other who loved divine That shalt ever be my valentine.  ----- Past For Future I saw the old folk that lived within Deeply imprinted within my mind That years of memories unwind Those aged families next of kin How the years had passed them by Such sad tears of sorrow that cry. A palace is what they thought Though humble as it may seem If only to have shared a dream It was much better than nought But time had shaken dreams away All their future had gone astray The old homestead shall not stand Tho' desolate and cold it shall be That once sheltered their family Who put all they had on the land Tho' small, it was all that they had That is what makes this all so sad. One day soon developers shall visit And change the outlook of the land It is they who have the upper hand To demolish all that was exquisite And what shall be there in its place May it haunt them all with disgrace.  ----- Peguses's Wild Oats A creature dwelt within the woods So strange was he with many moods For he was half horse and half man Peguses he was beknown by name I think his parents were to blame He thrives the very best he can. Being half horse he needed his oats But in a supermarket everyone gloats Horses are banned from the store But his other half was a proud man Yet begged them to lift the ban Or he will never shop there no more. So they finally gave him his porridge Much more than he could but forrage That will last him 'til next his need He trotted back home to the woods With a supermarket trolley of goods For it's wild oats he needs to breed. Man shall be a horse for all that One end breeds and other to chat If man or horse dont get his oats Then it is sorry life they may lead It may be the end that they need For pleasures of love he devotes.  ----- Rodregus Mouse If I was hurt bad and in pain Drenched in a shower of rain If I was bitten sore by a beast Totally ignored by my best friend Would you help me out to defend Or even be sorry to say the least. If the shoe was on the wrong foot You know that I wouldnt ever scoot But offer you my most humble hand In case you would trip on your laces And end up having to wear braces I shall comfort you where you land. When ever I takes a run and jump On my head swells a great big lump Why oh why must it be this way The cat's waiting around the bend I know its not his love he sends Upon my whiskers it's not my day.  ----- Spirits Of Love Why should love forbidden be When a passion within reigns free Why must this longing never be so Shall it not show within their eyes Or gentle song of a lovers sighs When the warmth begins to flow. To cross the bridge of happiness When cool waters beneath caress Freedom of spirit hearts of love Shall fly to freedom together Both spirits to remain forever Upon the wings of a turtle dove.  ----- Stormy Clouds Dark clouds that gather together The humidity of stormy weather Let thunder roar lightening flash To regain sensuality within lust Within the heat on earths crust Teasing lovers sensual panache. What is it about a violent storm Flashings of power as clouds form Is it the heat that turns them on Or the atmospheric humidity To relax the cause of frigidity Upon fears of a storms passion. Stormy skies shall regain their right To haunt in darkness thro`the night Within the mist of a heavy cloud Those who reap the power of love Shall but worship the sky up above Blessing ever the fear of a shroud.  ----- Youth Recalled I wish I was a woodland nymph To dance naked through the trees I would only have myself to please And the royal harmonical symph Carefree and so happy I shall be When all shall forever recall me. I wish that I could turn the tide And alter the waves of the ocean For such would be my devotion To be a mermaid devoid of pride For topless I shall swim the sea And all shall forever recall me. I wish I was Eve without Adam And I think that he would know I have more than him upon show And shall never be titled Madam So carefree and happy I shall be But he may if he need recall me.  back to list |
Lorraine DafneyGently saute two onions then Add garlic watch closely turn when Just brown now set aside to wait Scramble the eggs till their edges Are firm to cut and make wedges Fold over and present on plate back to list |
Jem FarmerThe shards of glass that stopped the fall Are splintered out upon the ground Except one in my heartbeat's sound I'd heard the engine fade and stall As spinning wheels then pulled away And left me to my dying day. A pool of scarlet slowly grows Below my lifeless body here No more shall my heart know of fear For my soul danced into shadows And left behind the taste of pain Until it walks this way again. I felt the road that burned my skin I felt the burn of gravel rash She had not seen me in her dash My eyes gazed up to wonder in Just what had she found not to like In words: Look left, look right, THINK BIKE!  ----- Bloody Bipolar Upon the ground my broken dreams Are scattered like shards of glass; As dull as old unpolished brass. The tears that flow in watered streams As thoughts of joy now sail away To where my mental demons play. I hear the birds that sing outside, I watch them fly across the blue, Then turn around away from you, Inside my mind it's time to hide, Forget the dreams of running free I'm losing touch with sanity. From birth to death my mind breaks down No ready cure or easy fix Constantly thoughts twist in helix To drag me down to where I drown Alone, in pools of crying tears Beneath the sound of silent fears. ----- Lost The demons are here, back again, Refusing to leave me alone Yet I must face them on my own, They drag my soul through shards of pain As they did before, years ago And again I can't let it show. They haunt my dreams then cast me out, Beyond the reach of all I love I cannot find the way above The pain. I can't scream nor shout Beyond the truth of pure belief There's nothing left but inner grief!  ----- Spanish Guitars I pray we walk in lunar light, Beneath the gathering of stars, To music from Spanish guitars, So that our senses can invite Desires of love between us two, In cool night air just me and you, A place for silent secret things, For thoughts inside a loving heart, The thoughts that dwell where we must start In silver light that moon shine brings We'll talk and walk before we kiss Then slip away into love's bliss.  ----- The Ultradian Trip In non-stop circles my mind turns, From highs to lows my brain, it burns, I'm torn in half between the two, A speeding car, out of control, My aching head must take the toll, There's nothing left for me to do. I cannot see what lies ahead, I cannot hear the words she said, As darkness comes to take me back To hidden pain of crying fears My heart is lost in weeping tears Yet still I fight to stay on track. This pain inside I need to hide, It's buried deep where none confide And now I feel that all is lost, I've lost my grasp, I’ve lost my grip On this the ultradian trip, And I alone must pay the cost.  ----- Wreath A skilfully dismembered mind Touched by the acts of unkind; It cannot find clean air to breath. And in the darkness words descend As all desires must break and bend To form a strangely silent wreath.  back to list |
Gaer Llwydhardwood smoke scent captures noses bright beach plums overtake roses hound dozes, hoses away stepladder up, gutter to clean on branches, fat squirrels are seen school-bound teen scene, football play ripe cranberries float in their bog sweat pants and shirts warm the jog nights of fog, grog hot with spice spindrift and whitecaps fill bays neon sunsets shorten the days Jack Frost's craze, glazings of ice village tourist shops closing down now cord piles for woodstoves abound cornstalks found, bound to lamp posts old sol wanes in late afternoon in phase of the great harvest moon wind chimes' tune, loon cries the loss starlings mob in wavering clouds at the cider mill there's a crowd calling loud, proud geese on wing with festivals casting their spells sound of barn dance fiddling swells joy upwells, dwelling as king back to list |
Divena, TerryWe found love in the mists of time Another place in another clime We knew we were lovers before Somewhere within time had shown With eternity of bliss ever known That touched both hearts sublime. Of warmth within we both knew Thro'all ages we remain as true In eternity stars forever shine A galaxy of love and utter bliss Sealed with a tender loving kiss Shall ever belong to me and you.  Ceochain Ama Somewhere in the mists of time I met you We shared wine and bread together you and I Singing songs that will echo through eternity. And now each life I wait until our rendezvous. Each blessed meeting this life's days are good And as essential to me as any nourishing food Somewhere in the mists of time we danced As a piper played, we held each other tight Searching each others eyes, far into the night. And moved and danced then we romanced Music doesn't linger, it changes with the mood Our dance of love's a sign of all that's good back to list |
Terry ClitheroeSight: the First Sense I see your reflection in the window Do your eyes hide your sorrow? Visual inquisition they do not admit, And wonder, who is it really I see? Without answers my mind isn't free What do I see, what do you permit? What thoughts hide behind your smile, Surely your love of me isn't so fragile? You turn to me two more mirrors, And yet that love your eyes do admit. Each time we meet we further commit. Slowly windows change into doors Sound: the Second Sense I see your reflection in the window No sound of your love, I wonder, It does not speak, will not admit. It turns to me, still with a smile Not a sound from you to beguile, What do I hear, what do you permit? You know that triangle of words If only your spirit could be heard. Tell me you are willing to commit. Endearing words will remove this fear They're the only ones that I hold dear. I wish I could hear them come from it. Smell: the third sense I see your reflection in the window I sniff the air, but where is the odour? That sweet fresh bouquet where is it Clean, showered and freshly soaped This reflection doesn't bring me hope What do I sense, what do you permit? This glass image has no fragrance This is nothing without your presence Where's the aroma that belongs to you? There is non of loves pungency in it How can this unscented image commit? This is a non smelling image that I view! Taste: the fourth sense I see your reflection in the window I ask, "What flavour does it endow Am I allowed to savour any bit? It does not make my tastebuds drool. It looks so bland, food for a fool, What will I taste, what do you permit?" Of saltiness flavour, there is none The flavoured loves juices are all gone There is no finer taste I will admit. Need I search for spice and cumin? Than that of a fruity loving woman If I taste you, will you commit? Touch: the fifth sense Your reflection in the window How can I make its heart grow Oh! Were it possible to touch it How well I know your softness With warm wet lips so soft to kiss What do I touch, what do you permit? No impostor's image that's before me And your love that special joie de vie. I feel trembling flesh willing to submit, Holds your shape and your form Soft and pliant so willing to conform, Under my touch, I feel you commit. Intuition: the sixth sense I ask, "What lurks behind your smile I know I'm the lover you wish to beguile I see the love light that your soul emits?" There is only one thing now I need to know Are you my Juliet and I your Romeo? No longer asking, "What do you permit?" In a silent place I feel your soul We know completion, we are whole Now we have integrated our ego. The physical world is another place. The ideal model takes on your face That reflection I saw, in the window Soul: the seventh sense The reflection I see in the window I search my mind, I need to know The past has gone but you remain We are now closer to being whole Is this an image of your soul? Eternity has finally become our domain. You turn to me, and offer your soul, Because of the love we share, we are whole, The window of love open to us both No longer having any sorrows to hide. As together through Eternity we abide I see your reflection in the window. back to list |
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