Huitain

This is a very old French verse form and as the name suggests consists of one eight (huit)-line stanza with 8 syllables in each line. This is the pure form (Huit et huit) but later 10 syllable poetry emerged and this appears to have been far more popular with the English speaking Iambic pentameter poets until the outbreak of the Napoleonic wars, but nowadays poets tend to be less restrained by syllable count

The form was written based on three rhymes, one of which appeared four times and the two typical rhyme schemes are:
a. b. a. b. b. c. b. c. and
a. b. b. a. a. c. a. c., with the former being the most popular.

Be thou like a rose

Be thou like a Rose my beloved
Let not thy thorns keep me away.
When I see thee I am resolved
So pray hold me and bid me stay.
My hasty actions thus betray
Thy womanly scent has drawn me,
Now drawn, and for my actions pay.
So helpless like the worker bee

Ryter Roethicle
At the same time a similar form was emerging from Spain. There is no doubt as to the root, with the Spanish version covering a similar rhyme pattern.
a. b. a. b. a. c. a. c. and a. b. b. a. a. c. c. a. again with the former being the most popular.
Anger

Time wasted by a monument of hate
Formed by a spell of our immortality
That our feeble mind wishes it could create
And thus enables our own insanity.
We are too impatient and force fate,
Whilst ignorant of what the future holds
We dare presume, another mortal trait
Instead of waiting to see life unfold.

Ryter Roethicle


Huitain Challenge



Maryse Achong

Barefoot Love
Chaconia Flower
'Flamingo' Dance
Flower Power
Foreign Exchange
Hard Time
Leaf To Leaf
Limbo Like Me
Mixed Message
The Pattern
Torture Tactics
Up The Ante

Kathy Anderson

A Nameless Emptiness
An Unnamed Ache
A Vivid Splash

Deborah Bell

Cry of the Dead
It's those weeds
The Edge of Night

Gloria Carpenter

Not up to snuff
Prima Rosa
Seasonal Question
Sleep with dreams
Undone
Who Called?

Terry Clitheroe

Breathe Not
Dancing to Loves Tune
Dragon Wings
East of Fire
Hold my Hand
Nocturne
Peace from a Forest Pool
Photograph
Swan of Tuonella
Twilight Time
Uncharted Waters
Xenobiotic, a Protest
Yielding to You
Zeb

Divena Collins

Adrift at Sea
Angel of Mercy
Angelic Demons
Calm Within
Instinctive Survival
Jewel of the East
Lady Vs Gentleman
Leaf Charmer
May it be May
Meadows Green
Nature's Diary
Nature's Imprint
Reality of Fantasy
Sensual Fantasy
Unloved Child

Maggie Cusick

Mother Earth

Lorraine Dafney

Brownies
Pink and White

Allura D

As the Willow

Gaer Llwyd

In the Night

Kevin McKinney

Gloria In Humiliatas
Scholarship
The Toughest Thing

Leny Roovers

Cold
Racing
Unison

Ryter Roethicle

Anger
Autumn's Glory
Dancing to Loves Tune
Science Lesson
The House

Allura and Kevin

Grace Note

Gloria and Ryter

Out of a Void

Kathy and Ryter

My Offer



Maryse Achong

Barefoot Love

Although in high heeled shoes I was
Taller than him, we did not care;
It mattered not to us because
We knew we were the 'perfect' pair:
So I wore high heels everywhere,
Except when we got up to dance
Those shoes were left under my chair,
So that our eyes could talk romance.

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The Chaconia Flower

Oh Chaconia, crimson, radiant,
The national flower of our islands;
We are overcome by the brilliant
Splendor of your blooms; like magical wands
You herald in each anniversary
Of our Independence, and you remind
Us of the untold richness and beauty
Of our land; we have but to look to find.

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'Flamingo' Dance

See the Scarlet Ibis dancing,
No need to ask the question why,
He is intent on romancing
The 'lady' who has caught his eye;
He can't afford now to be shy;
If he wants her as his partner
Now is his chance and he must try
Everything; he has to woo her.

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Flower Power

A single rose pressed in a book.
A reminder of days gone by,
A youth's sweet gesture as he took
A young girl out, it made her cry;
The memory still makes her sigh:
Though time and years sep'rate them now
That lovely rose remains a tie,
A bond between them still somehow.

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Foreign Exchange

Born of different mothers they now
Lie side by side on common ground;
Such strange bedfellows, stranger how
It came about that they both found
This place; their story would astound
You; one came winging on a breeze
From far, the other from just 'round
The corner; tales of two cities.

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Hard Time

I heard the anguish in his voice,
I swear that I could smell his rage,
His anger at what little choice
He'd had: impossible to gauge
The depth of his hurt ; a new page
Must be turned: I could feel his pain,
Had tasted his tears; though no sage,
I knew with me he'd smile again.

I kept my word and he did smile,
He became my 'raison d'etre', my
Everything, at least for a while.
But sometimes wounds run deep, and I
Did not understand, that is why
We fought and went our sep'rate ways
For far too long: and that 'good bye'
I know will haunt me all my days.

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Leaf To Leaf

The stems and stalks are stepping out
Dancing leaf to leaf; they're swirling
Round and dipping low, unfurling
Their petals as they go about
Their dance routine; there is no doubt
They’re having a good time for sure;
They have been partying without
A break, they're making love not war.

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Limbo Like Me

"Limbo, limbo like me", they shout
"Come try to dance below the bar",
The Trinis one by one back out;
This is one dance where they stay far
Away; you have to be a star
Performer to go down so low;
But unsuspecting tourists are
Eager to be part of the show.

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Mixed Messages

"Do as I say not as I do"
Is oft the message parents send;
No wonder kids go 'round the bend,
They do not know what's false from true,
What's right or wrong, they have no clue.
If Mum and Dad can't show the way,
The kids will turn to someone who
We hope will not lead them astray.

"Respect yourself" the Mother says,
"Or nobody else will, you know"
But she is not willing to show
How it's done: on carnival days
Mama's half naked, as she sways
In wild abandon; too blind to
See her daughter's face as she plays
'Mas': it is something she must do.

"Don't drink and drive" is Father's law,
"And if you do I'll take the keys";
The youngster readily agrees,
But he knows that's just talk, no more;
When Papa comes through the front door
At nights, he's drunk: forget his speech,
The one he gave the night before;
If he won't practise , he can't preach.

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The Pattern

The cloth of life is woven from
Threads of joy and strands of sorrow
Crisscrossing all our lives like some
Intricate design; and although
There is no way that we can know
How it will be when its complete,
We have to play the game or throw
In the towel, concede defeat.

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Torture Tactics

I'm sleep deprived, my eyes mere slits
This morning, should tape my lids so
They stay open; I'm at my wit's
End, as coffee will be of no
Good use to me; I could just go
Back to bed, make up for lost sleep,
But I have plans today, so "woe
Is me", I can't start counting sheep.

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Up The Ante

You offer to 'take care' of her body,
But who is going to 'look after' her heart?
The two of them go hand in hand you see;
And if they don't for you, you'd better start
Looking elsewhere, for that would be the smart
Thing to do: she'd want more than the icing
On the cake; she'd want all of you, not part:
And yet still the offer is enticing.

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Kathy Anderson

A Nameless Emptiness

So many hand have held her palms
Up to be kissed, down to be tied,
That when she wakes she hears no psalms,
Only the sounds that she has cried
To an echoless room of sky,
A vast blue space that holds ghostly
Vagabond ambient cloud realms
To carry emotions voidly.

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An Unnamed Ache

No man has ever walked upon
The valleys of her heartsome soul,
A beach cradled only by dawn
Whose burnished crimson has no goal
Save to warn of storms or burnt coal,
For all that love has lost or traced
It's mark, the hourglass has drawn
The sands down into times embrace.

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A Vivid Splash

Mornings charm is ever new gold
Like a spray of daffodil rows
In beds where predawns rays now
Spread their fingers like wings so bold,
How magnificently they hold
Their pose till father sun arised
Comes to steal the scene, peacocks cold
Blue removed in vivid surprise.

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Deborah Bell

Cry of the Dead

I weary of merely thinking,
Longing to feel alive once more.
That brief moment upon seeing
A rose, a baby, and the door
To emotions swinging open-
Yes, to know, not just in my head,
But in my heart, to know awe again.
Sparks which let me know I'm not dead.

Let the breeze take me past the dead
Still zone of reckoning my sins
Into someplace where veils are shred,
Truth has meaning and love seeps in.
Let its fragrant touch be my floor.
Bless my ears with its musing.
Let me catch the scent of the shore
Playing there among the living.

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It's those weeds

It's only a red petaled rose,
Not the entire, lovely, garden;
There's only one flower I chose.
Don't worry - I just have a yen
To remove one flower from the glen.
We're determined to stamp out weeds
And your efforts will help our men
To kill those pests and meet our needs.

It's only the red petaled poppy
That was planted next to the rose;
Its weeds! (we think there are thirty);
I don't really mean to impose
But you really shouldn't oppose.
We're determined to stamp out weeds
And your efforts will help us close
In killing those pests and their seeds.

Its only the red garden wagon,
(we've heard that wagon's transport)
and our badge says "Weeds Dragon!"
Weeds, with flowers, we know consort,
With the wagon used as escort!
We're determined to stamp out weeds
And so pleased with all your effort
To kill these pests and aid our deeds.

It's those weeds, those terrible weeds!

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The Edge of Night

The dreams are a kaleidoscope,
Where views skip from the observer
To participant on the slopes
Of a revolving recorder.
Perhaps with a turn of the head
Pieces will fall and be released;
Memories forming scenes of dread
Will pass into a blissful peace.

I wander through these nightly dreams
Which place me in these acts of war
Torn landscapes of Dali's best scenes,
Waking, wondering, what they're for.
Are they telling me something new,
Profound meanings for my life's path?
Or, remainders, simply refuse;
Spillage from my daylight's caraffe?

Another night's shadow descends.
Filling my largest coffee mug
With acrid punch to twilight's blend,
I wait until night's sleep does tug.
I stall the moment of sleeping.
I watch instead flickering shots
Upon the screen until reaping
My seconds, sleep draws my lot.

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Gloria Carpenter

Fighting Force

In caverns darkest hollow hall,
Beware ye, of those blighters, keen.
They infiltrate by fiendish crawl,
Then slash with blades the walls between.
On battlefields where they convene,
They never stop, no need to sleep.
They brandish weapons as they call
Their battle cry, before they creep

Into a slender cavity
Where torture starts with just a tickle
Such tactics of depravity,
A little more, a little trickle,
Hacking now with sword and sickle,
Unlocking floodgates primal source,
With gush of sluicing gravity,
Beware ye, of this fighting force.

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Not up to snuff

My voice is fading, far from well,
yet when I cough, I whinny hoarse.
Oh, not like Leny's steed ~ can tell ~
I sound more like a frog, of course.
So here I sit with no life force,
all shivery. I have the flu.
My ribbit puffs and starts to swell.
I'm wrapped in blankets. How are you?

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Prima Rosa

As starburst pops a final flash,
another shoot shows off her flair,
vivaciousness with stylish splash
irradiating everywhere.
As dusk descends with ribboned hair,
a breeze picks up velocity,
and swirls the stardust through her sash
in dance of luminosity.

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Seasonal Question

A taste of winter's summer, autumn's spring,
in shades deciduous or evergreen ~
Such seasonings add tang to everything,
from saucy salad days to haute cuisine.
Some choose one dish, some waffle in between,
whilst others sample tidbits all the while.
If winter's summer fed her autumn spring,
would changing seasons still remain in style?

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Sleep with dreams

It is no secret flowers need
to sleep with dreams, however brief,
replenishing their inner seed
upon a stem of core belief.
When dewdrops fall on pillowed leaf,
a bead of dawn revives, awakes.
As blossoms open, dreams recede
to fill the spaces morning makes.

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Undone

If I have nothing else but this,
it will be enough forever,
for such beauty floods my soul. Bliss
within, and throughout, wherever
there is breath to breathe, for never
did I dream I would find you ~ one
who showed such tenderness. Your kiss
untied my heart. I am undone.

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Who called?

Who called the winter back to play
in flurried flirts with teasing bite,
when warmth had brought a spring bouquet
all dressed in green, of such delight?
Who needs reminders, billowed white
with swirling brush of icy trace
in wintry chill on moonlit night,
when stars appear to fall from space?

Should I collect those stardust flakes
that settle on my window ledge
and hold them ‘til the sun awakes,
to share their twinkle on the edge?
Or should I make a gentle pledge
to blow them with a wish away
and send them on a flight of fledge?
Who called the winter back to play?

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Terry Clitheroe

Breathe Not

Breathe not so deep my love to sound like a sigh
Rather each breath shall be a tribute to passion
Realise that to lose thee, I would much rather die
I want thee complete not in ways that're of fashion.
Taking thee to heights above where angels fly
Each kiss given in pleasure rather than allowed.
Each kiss given to thee willing and unreservedly
With sounds of love uninhibited, hallowed.

Touch not so wary my love, I am all thine
Waiting and wanting that confluence be it of hand
My only desire to make thee completely mine
My lips or more you have only to demand.
Your eyes conquered me wishing souls combine
My heart pounds in tempo like a marching drum.
My heart responds in kind, you became my shrine
Calling me, come to me, come to me, come!



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Cry of a Lonely Soul....

The morning wind is flower fresh,
With the coolness after the storm,
That washed away the grey ash,
Scattered in the yester morn.
Now the garden has been reborn,
With mix of ash, and tears and rain,
With the bower you will conform,
Till we are together again.

In peace you rest by rivers side,
Sheltered from the heat of day
Where as lovers we used to hide
Celebrating with lovers play.
Now fate has taken you away,
And I am left with these memories.
My mind in crazy disarray,
Unable to shed my agonies.



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Dancing to Loves Tune

Dancing to loves tune, you spin and turn
Inside your heart thuds, and skips and pounds
Loves eternal dance will forever resound
Whilst the fever of love causes you to burn
And when apart your innards twist and churn.
The sensuous tempo that loving always makes
As your lover's steps with pleasure you learn
Bodies touch knowing there are no mistakes.

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Dragon Wings


Gliding on mighty dragon wings,
Floating high o'er silken cloud,
Of sweet white cotton candy crowd,
Looking below makes my heart sing.
Ploughed field are not for kings
Tapestried earth make farmers proud
But fit warriors only with a shroud
And dragons think of different things.

We think of gold as common stuff,
Greed and power is the sin of man
Humans acquire what e'r they can
Whilst what we have is quite enough.
Oft we are told that their life is tough,
But it does not justify crimes against us
Peace and serenity they will not discuss
And every contact aggressively rebuff.



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East of Fire

East of fire the day has begun
The birds have ris and start their day
And chat and talk as is their way.
Each one welcomes the morning sun
Thankful the cold of night is done.
Yet to the west all is still dark
In minute steps it's soon undone
And a brand new morn will embark.

Such is life and has always been
Waiting for the morn in the east.
Hunger rising, the breaking feast
To feed the starving beast within.
So with sunlight your days begin
Sometimes wishing the day to end
And an hour to last just a min
Such thoughts I just can't comprehend



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Hold my Hand

Hold my hand for a little while longer
My love for you makes me bid you stay.
They say absence makes love grow stronger
But lovers shouldn't have to go away?
It would then turn sunshine to dullest day,
Have they ever felt they were torn in two,
And watched the best part turn to grey,
When rain clouds replaced a sky of clearest blue?

No hope or prayer can ever ease that pain
Awaiting the time that you'll see the face
Or speed up time should they return again.
Until then only patience is your saving grace
With time stood still or at the slowest pace.
Meeting will tear the gloom from leaded heart
At first site we will once more embrace
Knowing living once again can start.



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Nocturna

The night is dark and you're alone.
In fear you hear the night beasts call
See the shadows creep along the wall
In fear you cringe as ghostie's groan.
Spine chills as evil seeds are sown
Rotting flesh makes the air most foul
Now you hear the werewolves howl
The night grows darker, you're alone

In terror you reach for the phone
The line is dead, all help has flown

And evil now wagers for you whole
No forgiveness now the dice are cast
For Hell as claimed you whole at last
No priestly rites can save your soul
Picture yourself in a huge flaming hole
One flash of light and a waking poke
Relief floods through as tears you choke
Your first experience from satanic ghoul.



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Peace From a Forest Pool

See the Sun's rays flickering through
The branches of silent lush green forest
With sprinkling pillars of golden hue
And songs of praise from an avian chorus.
Then insects like smoke invade the view
To suddenly disappear like any Will O Wisp
And the birds leave also as if all on cue
Leaving the cool pool air silent and crisp.

Lily-pad laden borders fingers spread
Blooms tint the pool from white to red.

The mist shrouds fern and grass with dew
They are silent as the night life goes to sleep.
The next shift needs takes on a life anew
And for a while there is a silence so deep.
Blessed peace reigns here in this bayou
Heralding the start of another quiet day
Still see the Sun's rays flickering through
Getting warmer as morning has her way.



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Photograph

Sitting, looking at your photo once again
I'm reminded of how our life has been
Until recent merely a poor life scene
Now it's strong no matter what the strain
And out of madness we've become sane
My previous life has been so bad
A brighter life through you I've had
Because of you I'm free from pain.

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Swan of Tuonella

Tonight Sibelius shall be my choice,
The lights are low the wine tastes good.
A lonely oboe makes felt its voice,
As the Swan of Turin floats from the woods.
An interlude that made the heavens rejoice.
With the strings I float amongst the stars,
As its eternal floating presence entice,
My half closed eyes wish all this was ours.

The music softens as if to fly away,
And cellos sound, like they are from afar.
As if welcoming softly the close of day,
The violins call out to the Evening Star.
The music now symbolises the grey,
As daytime creatures into their nests melt.
All avians have long since ceased their play



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Twilight Time

Twilight glimmers with unclaimed dreams
Casts away the promises made by the day
And in the end get that for what you pay
Do not live a life hidden by moonbeams.
Cover your eyes, life is not what it seems
Don't live your life doing useless things
Cast aside now those small binding strings
Prepare for dawn and all the happy scenes.

Twilight glimmers with unclaimed dreams
Soon sleep will add to or dismiss them
Who knows, this time there'll be a little gem
A gem that will offer hope to your schemes
Helping you live with more confident themes
With a richer life rather than that of ordinaire
And someone you love and willing to share
The rest of your life creating more happy scenes.



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Uncharted Waters

In the uncharted waters of the heart
The tour guides are fellow travelers,
Equally lost and unsure of the parts
Played in emotion's deep-backwaters
Unclear, like a water damaged chart
Backpacking each day exploring the way
Your guide has a map like abstract art
How can a leader not know what to say?

In the uncharted waters of the heart
Where each one must chart a course of need
Sometimes accede to ways that will impart
A smoother journey that will in time succeed
But sometimes needing to make a fresh start
Always unsure of the correct star to follow
Fellow travelers who know refuse their part
Means sometimes one own life ends hollow.

In the uncharted waters of the heart
Where often hidden shoals and mysteries
Wait to wrest the traveler none to smart
From bliss to horror, living lives of lies
Imposters who misleadingly impart
Like a corporate being who's life is a mess
That's falling deeper and deeper apart
And certain in time becomes soulless.



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Xenobiotic, a Protest

I have found myself, not that I was lost
More that I was tangled in the web of life
The spider of that life made me pay the cost
And just in time I was able to use a knife
To cut myself free and get back on my path.
Even though its winter I must stand the frost
That disdainful breath of Fate and her wrath
I have found myself, not that I was lost.

I have found myself, not that I was lost
But I was an alien living in a foreign land
An icy world where there was eternal frost
Emotionless where everything was planned
Smiles were sought and friendship bought
And love came only at an exorbitant cost
Was it love or simply an expensive thought?
I have found myself, not that I was lost.

I have found myself, not that I was lost
Corporations and politicians control on life
Again today I thought about all the cost.
The cost of oil, of terrorism and the strife
Global warming, ozone layers and such.
Third the world is burning, another in frost,
There is all that flooding not leaving much
I have found myself, not that I was lost.



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Yielding to You

I surrender to you my love, my heart
And doing thus will set a paradigm
So others will know there'll be a time
A certainty that they will never part.
We have made love growing a fine art
We created a garden of love so fine
That the blossoms created are so divine
I am so certain that we'll never part.

Yielding to you so that others follow suit
Knowing their love will one day start
And secure and comfortable whilst apart.
But that garden created bore such fruit
As desire and passion began to take root
And it will live on forever and ever more
Whence once tasted the spirits will soar.
By surrendering to love, I gain all en-route.


Tranquility - Josephine Wall

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Zeb

There he is alone in a city of millions
They ignore that fact he is there at all
And so he is faced with a sea of walls.
He does not meet with their expectations
They are ignorant of his wartime actions
Yet he is alone with so many around.
Cast aside after and forced to face demons
The drone of their voices a grating sound.

Holding only a bottle his escape from Hell
His only solace for his poor troubled soul.
His need of alcohol seeks only to fill the hole
A military pension buys bottles of moselle
With an occasional night in a local police cell
In ignorance it is not help that he seeks.
He feels asking for help is only for the weak
What kind of pride of stops him daring to tell.



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Divena Collins

Adrift At Sea

My wayward mind is not here but apart
my inner self tells me I need to be free
you recall the seat we sat on by the sea
to grieve all alone within a broken heart
we admired calm waves as a work of art
of filtered sands through shells that sift
our most pleasured moment laid adrift
when gravity returns to amend the chart.

yet the past through future stands fast
remains as besotten within an eternity
But this seems to be only past visuality
within future memories that shall last
that remains within those future`s cast
keeping as always the deep sea's chill
may there ever be a seat by the coast
yes I guess there certainly always will.



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Angel of Mercy

I upon destiny may be mother of all
tho' angelic within nature shall be
an angel of mercy for ever upon call
affection for all shall be ever free
for I shall do or die before I may fall
I who have taken an oath of destiny
that took the veil within a great hall
may forever share love and serenity.

I shall not lower my eye lids in shame
there is no shame upon acts of love
nor shall fate place all of the blame
what is written within heaven above
shall not be shown merely as a game
I within this pledge shall forever stay
not a mere woman but angel of fame
nothing special it is just love's way.



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Angelic Demons

From the great planet correcticus of doom
angelic demons storms the vast universe
from incarnal fires of space that entomb
the final fantasy of evil minds submerse
deep within flames from heavens womb
unto the depths of satans eternity of fire
what lies ahead fire could only consume
when the demons of correcticus transpire.

Swarms of demons follow the eternal path
angelic thoughts remain as satan predicts
the journey forth shall bare much wrath
for hell upon earth may partially eclipse
those dreaded predictions so given hath
a warning of powerless deeds undone
to remain as they were is better by half
betwixt their moon the wind and the sun.



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A Calm Within

Meditated thoughts capture his mind
his Inner feelings are of a perfect calm
he drifts deep within content to find
salvation in peace with natures balm
the speed of life he had left behind
to find himself as a whole new being
captured within his trance combined
a mellow outlook calmer of feeling.

He who speaks peace within the land
shall be a blessing to all of mankind
reaching forth with a comforting hand
whether he is deaf dumb or blind
a calmer mind shall ever understand
what he finds within a natural peace
shall be a great comfort deep within
for a deep trance may ever increase.


Rumi

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Jewel of the East

The heat of passion is as ever there
within scented gardens of the east
a sensually exotic warmth released
that only wanton hearts do share
for eastern promises shall be aware
that unconditional love shall submit
warmth of a lover may never despair
upon vast plains of a desert moonlit .

Jewels of the east within their eyes
of an unconditional flame of desire
naught but love shall quench the fire
yet never be agreeable to improvise
fail not the promises lovers surmise
cast no shadow upon love`s divinity
eastern promises shall share affinity
eternal passion murmurs loves prize.



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Instinctive Survival

What good is a fence when birds have wings.
to fly across unprotected meadows of grain
wild of creatures that have the right brain
with ways and means to hypnotise things
that are tamer in what immortality brings
tis only the loser that thinks what he ought
yet his inner voice portrays what he sings
a bird in the bush shall thank thee nought

'Tis the way he shall be within distinction
for he needs to survive so within his right
his featherd plumes may bear not a light
camouflage gives him naught of selection
with a darkened form his final connection
to surrender may not be of a forgiven oath
until then he shall pray for his protection
only mother nature shall pledge his troth.



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Lady Vs Gentleman

Why do men sit with their legs apart
how much room do they really need
is it because they like to be free`d
if he was a lady he would be as a tart
now that would upset her apple cart
why cant a gentleman be as demure
as ladies of substance must be pure
the gentlemans pose has fallen apart.

Men that are men shall be no disgrace
as a gentleman is her man for all that
it is he that honours her endless chat
for he keeps himself silent within place
a gentleman is that of a different race
for he knows full well when to be quiet
he is not about to induce another riot
that may crease his coats ruffled lace.



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Leaf Charmer

O' charmer of the withering leaves
come dance to the tune of the fall
as cold autumn winds begin to call
a golden mirage of spent sheathes
where gusts of a wild wind weaves
a final gift of natures restoration
the autumn woodland e-er recieves
returned to loam as a new salvation.

O' charmer of the new forests loam
come seek new sapplings as before
as nature intended in times of lore
thus shall be a much greener home
beasts before once more may roam
nature itself shall forever be a cure
shaded boughs of sweet honeycomb
of golden nectar anew for the future.



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May It Be May

It seems such a long way off since May
when now the summer sun shall fade
spent withered blooms lie in disarray
seeds adrift upon a dark earthen glade
where nature shall have her final say
maidens dance within autumns moon
of scattered seeds wind blown away
beneath a pale moons spent lagoon.

Come next year when May returns again
the loam may nurture young roots below
sprinkling softly from dark clouds of rain
when nature follow`s the seasonal flow
this pleasure of beauty shall ever regain
every season that earth shall ever replay
following the seasonal monthly domain
that seems such a long way off since May.



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Meadows Green

Let us lie close within meadows green
let me taste thy lips as they kiss mine
thine eyes are the bluest I have seen
as they touch loving thoughts divine
the song of meadows remain as serene
where scented breezes shall ever flow
love was ours upon a beautiful scene
feelings of passion shall forever grow.

Let us lie where bracken shall bloom
it is then sensations of love may show
by an aphrodisiac of natures perfume
from the earthen floor so deep below
that lies tangled within natures loom
mystical charms of woven fantasies
calmer desires that need little room.
spares no need for loves depravities.


"Dreams" From Deviantart

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Nature's Diary

One fine October morn' within the fall as I sat 'neath boughs of a willow tree I heard the coo of a wood pidgeons call that called to his mate so wild and free as leaves fall silent from boughs so tall may doves have no need of hibernation when silence is the merest word of all It was too late to start a new generation. Bitter the winds upon an autumns moon hence a wintry season pathes the way most of the wild life shall snuggle soon as the bitter winds be as wild and grey all may perish within the winters tune 'neath a wood pidgeons feathery wings when autumn`s winds become immune to unchangeable predictions of things. Upon a fine spring morning of utter bliss I inhaled the blossoms upon the bough I felt the morning dew drops gently kiss softly warmth of moisture upon my brow memories of spring may never go amiss as wood pidgeons dance unto loves tune thoughts of cold and frost shall dismiss 'twas all in the past on the month of June. A brighter season shall very soon follow summer may dance around the maypole as shall dove's the sparrow and swallow all within shall hear of the thunder roll as milder weather from many a hollow of woodland glades that may nurture all meadows of pasture left there to fallow shall share mother of nature`s final call.


"From an Edwardian Diary"

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Nature's Imprints

What if leaves on trees look down on us
if ever they do then what shall they see
shall it be so much of a distraction thus
as images imprinted upon leaves so free
natures pictures of wildlife shall discuss
the imprints of life from a floating sheaf
that broke free from the withered truss
showing signs of wild life on a fallen leaf.

This had caused too much of a mystery
for natural trees have no senses to see
and has proven unknown within history
but this is what mystery is meant to be
if anything may be of wild lifes curiosity
printed forever upon a leaf from a novel
bestown upon natures wild life capacity
for artifacts of still life shall not unravel.


"Leaf Carvings"

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Reality of Fantasy

So near to me yet he is so far away
yet within a dream I feal his touch
it was he that I longed for so much
now all I shall do is hope and pray
he may meet me half way one day
yet I see him clear within a dream
a knight in armour I saw him gleam
who faded within my dreams astray.

I awaken within the pasture green
and see only what dreams portray
as the streams image glide`s away
leaving me with visions of a dream
window`s of the mind lay between
the differance of fantasy to reality
shall only play a part of mentality
yet I felt upon strength I may lean.



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Sensual Fantasy

All alone in a world full of fantasies
life passes by within an autumn sigh
love shall be there this I know for I
if only that life had no formalities
to shun the thrill of loves activities
yet if we close our eyes to feel love
instincts shall enter within thereof
for the creation of pure sensuality

Head in clouds I dance to loves tune
soft sensual warmth of lips that press
shall it be within a loving touch caress
when the nearness of hearts commune
it maybe we shall bless the opportune
may this just be a fantasy of yearning
with two in mind longing, concerning
to seal with bliss and to seal it soon.



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Unloved Child

Sadly rejected with no fault of her own
an orphaned child with nowhere to go
her broken heart bore no love to flow
within dark eyes torment had shown
parential love had never been known
she had no love to cherish or to give
nor did she inherit much will to live
within her world she remained alone.

she walked alone like a wandring cloud
for of friendship she never really fared
other than that nobody at all had cared
so she hid herself within a dark shroud
and fared nothing of which to be proud
some have it all but others have none
why should she be the unwanted one
so tearfully rejected within the crowd.



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Maggie Cusick

Mother Earth

Mountains standing sombre today,
gold of sun hiding behind clouds,
wind whipping through misty ways
Ehoes mighty orchestras loud
rippling silvery lakes do shroud
tall trees gracefully genuflect
adoration to nature proud.
rain saturates mother earths sect.

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Lorraine Dafney

Brownies

"I just heard they'll be visiting."
"Again, they waste no time at all."
"They find us most interesting."
You'd be too if you were that small."
"Its amazing the way they fall."
"I bet they can't open a door."
"Each is barely three inches tall."
"You know what they say less is more."

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Pink and White

Pink and white buds now grow lovely
At night they illumunate streets
While their branches do sway gently
Enough to spread their essence sweet
Come walk and smell their fragrant treat
Beneath the stars and the moonlight
White pear and pink cherry trees feat
Makes arbors for lovers tonight

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Allura D

As the Willow

Graceful as the willow, dipping,
When winter wind blows harsh and drear;
Gently as the doe bows, sipping,
Thirstily from the river clear;
Pliant as the grass lies, bending,
Before the onslaught of the rain;
Surely as the heart beats, mending,
The seasons turn, love comes again.

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Gaer Llwyd

In the Night

Parallel tracks, laid side by side
Darkness of night covers the rails
Full head of steam, sad whistle wails
Charging ahead, driven with pride
Opposite courses; passing astride
Heart is let out into the night
Fates are driven, no longer tied
Moving apart in nonstop flight.

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Kevin McKinney

As Luck Would Have It

Lounging on a bed of primrose,
Puck spied a maid born of a dream;
Full twice his height and he supposed
No fairer visage had been seen
E'er since brave Boudicca was queen!
He rose, dazed by her radiance;
She smiled and stooped and kissed his nose,
"I'm honored by thy audience;"

"What ho! How fate hath smiled on me,"
He thought, with scarce contained surprise;
"This day was made for 'bauchery,
Let's sweetly carve thee down to size;"
She laughed and said, "Yes," with her eyes!
They'd liven up that sleepy wood,
There in the roses Puck surmised;
They'd get themselves up to no good!

"Pray tell," He said, inquisitive;
"How dost thou, attending stature,
Delight in the diminutive;
Do I satisfy thy nature;
Am I tall enough a creature?"
Poor Puck's eyes near left their sockets;
"I require only one feature,"
She said, "How deep are thy pockets?"

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Gloria In Humiliatas

Who drew this neon star so well
Defined and in such brilliant hues;
Vibrating clear as morning's bell
Announcing procreation's news?
Unlike the chime whose peal we lose,
This badge preserved in acetate
Will yet adorn long as we choose
To make its season hesitate.

Strange how we pull back the throttle
Portraying life in one flower's
Moment captured in a bottle;
As we try with all our powers
To keep it beyond its hours;
A proper sign of reverence
That we tend these ageless bowers
In tribute to impermanence.

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Scholarship

What little I'd have learned of love
On my own, but that we are told;
It's soft as the wings of a dove;
That it cannot be bought or sold;
It causes a mild distraction,
An absence almost, of the mind;
A sympathetic reaction
Somewhat akin to being blind.

Now, what do fish know of water?
What do birds know of the air;
Or the queen bee of the daughters
Who have spent their lives in her care?
All of them are fully immersed
In life and joyfully inclined;
Artisans, lovingly rehearsed
In the parts they have been assigned.

Without you, I was like a fish
Desperately in need of a stream;
A Dodo about to languish;
A hapless drone, a bumble been!
Be my rose against tedium;
My reason to expect the dawn;
Let our love be the medium
In which all we hope for is drawn.

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The Toughest Thing

I share fond appreciation
For the toughest of things to do;
Realize one's situation
And gracefully bid life adieu.
Comes a time when it's futile to
Rage and struggle against the stream;
To drift away from all you knew
And 'waken to a brand new dream.

Soon as it seems life means the most,
We finally feel right in our bones,
The stream has left us polished stones,
It's time for giving up the ghost!
Just when, at last we're not engrossed
In games of winning and loosing;
We're dealt a blow with no riposte
At a time not of our choosing.

But how to turn the tables while
We're still the masters of our fate?
Acknowledge help and banish hate;
Give love away; return each smile
And happ'ly go the extra mile;
Be as honest and as aware
And open minded as a child;
You'll be a child when you get there.

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Leny Roovers

Cold

My head is filled with cotton balls,
stuffed up, obscuring inner sight;
my nose, the source of waterfalls
in which my eyes swim, looks a fright!
A cold sneaked in, without invite.
Outside, a blanket of fresh snow
was draped over the world last night-
white-crystal fever sets aglow.

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Racing

I've lost control over my horse,
he gallops fast, refused my lead;
I'm frightened by our present speed
and lost my balance by fierce force.
My world is spinning from its source,
connecting threads are twined in cords.
I have to change this hapless course-
transform the spirals into chords.

I grab the reins I lost before,
and pull with force, he feels the bit-
remembers who is boss, submits.
Still sweating, we achieve rapport,
new energy flows from our core.
My horse and I must learn to race
in unison, when we explore
our visions' edges- reaching grace.

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Unison

Today my mind's a stubborn steed;
with reins in hands, attention taut,
I steer my horse beyond all thought.
While riding with increasing speed,
I find seductive views recede.
From flowing hills we reach a plain-
I catch my breath, he nibbles weed.
We rest awhile, let go of strain.

My horse then whinnies, true to breed;
his voice brings back a thought I fought-
I see it pass, am not distraught.
At walking pace our road proceeds,
a bridle, we no longer need.
In mutual trust we now trot lanes
towards our home, as we agreed;
I stretch my arm, to touch his manes.

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Ryter Roethicle

Anger

Time wasted by a monument of hate
Formed by a spell of our immortality
That our feeble mind wishes it could create
And thus enables our own insanity.
We are too impatient and force fate,
Whilst ignorant of what the future holds
We dare presume, another mortal trait
Instead of waiting to see life unfold.

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Autumn's Glory

Mad summer's heat has gone away
And in its place it's left the rain.
For awhile cooler days are left to play
Then perhaps the heat will be back again.
Autumn presents a more liveable day
For humans but not for what is grown.
Whilst we live a more pleasant way
Springtime's display is being sown.

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Science Lesson

The chemistry reaction between you and me
Ignites the sparks causing uncontrolled desire.
The friction of our movements sets up ESD
Fuelled by love sets our body cores on fire.
Fusion being all that we seemingly require
When our elements are finally blended,
And a chain reaction is what shall transpire
With a healthy stir each day recommended.

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The House

The cynic's house is built brick by brick
Painstakingly cemented together by anger.
Bigoted windows, with glass inches thick
So that of seeing the truth there is no danger
The sarcastic steel doors are locked and stick
When ever reality is around for a while
With a roof of hate, covered by slime and slick
Impenetrable, hostile, but destroyed with a smile.

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Allura and Kevin

Grace Note

If I had my way we'd never
Have a reason to be fearful
Or to fret about forever;
Life would never be so awful
To make either of us tearful.
We would leave mourning to the dove
And all our songs would be cheerful
As orchestrated by our love.

Harmonics

Life is full of trial and pain
That simply is the way of things,
But with you joy will rise again
Will give a weary heart new wings.
Love counts the measure of it all,
The melody that our life sings.
The road of life will rise and fall
Your love the balm, that living brings.

Ovation

We would own the night together
And banish darkness like the dawn;
As players who duet better
Would banish silence with a song,
And relish in the sing-along;
Our rapture in it deep'ning till
All other voices are long gone,
While our crescendos echo still.

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Gloria and Ryter

Out of a void

Out of a void my love has grown
From a cosmic speck, a minute grain.
Out of nothing a seed was sown
Finally creating this heavenly domain,
That brick, or steel, could ne’r attain.
Inside is flesh and a pulsing heart.
Please do not treat me with disdain
I’d be destroyed if we should part.

A Passion Blooms

A little seed, a pulsing heart,
With tender care, a love will sprout,
And as it gains in strength, will start
To lose its shades of fear and doubt.
For what can live within, without
If left to wither in the dark,
When love is what life’s all about.
A passion blooms from just a spark.

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Kathy and Ryter

My Offer

I want to kiss every inch of your body
In case I miss I will repeat my deed,
Again and again until response I see
I will fulfil your desires and answer your need.
Relax, feel my touch ease away your tension
Soon from your daily cares you will be freed.
There is no reward I seek save your attention
And your willingness for me to proceed.

My Answer

Do proceed with abandon, wild
As my pleas, sure met with kisses,
Soft as rain, softer than mild,
Yet warm insistence remisses
No answer, nor failed, dismisses
Any wish to be freed from locks
That you unlock with loves beguiled
Hand, that now drops my velvet frock.

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