2016 Poetry Form Challenge
#06 Sonnetina Uno
The Decastich is basically any 10 line poem and nothing else is stated. The term Sonnetina states that it is a poetry form with meter, hence it becomes a little song.
The first one of the Sonnetinas is the Uno and states that it should be constructed as a blank verse poem constructed in Iambic Tetrameter, Pentameter or similar.
In the deep night in your own green backyard
Shadows fall where no moonlight ever touched
Instilling a deadly cold, thus fevered
Imagination taking on its canard.
The shape of these thoughts trails icy eyes
Across the skin of limbs exposed to the bise
Then travels to the heat upon your scalp
Making every hair charged with pure palp.
Such dread leaves frost upon the air you breathe
As the beast captures your heart in hands raw sheathe.
In the yard a row of wildflowers
Buzzes with hordes of bumblebee's and flies
Taking their final trough of sweet nectar
To feed their multitudes during winter
And keep the queen in royal jelly.
Never mind the daisies with white petals,
Golden centered turning orange when done
For they hold the pollen in wild cups
And share their bounty on the wind of wind,
Creatures small, benefits to all above.
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The northerlies are less frequent now
Instead the southwesters are beginning
The bite has gone from the constant sun,
Occasionally there are small rain showers.
There's a colour that pervades all round
The leaves in the garden are all brown,
But not the brown of the northern death
It is the way in our summer leaves go.
Coming winter will again turn life sane,
Instead of drought there may be floods.
Change of Reason
Never ever again will I write of love
No flights of fantasy or special moments
Or lover’s whispers with oil slicked tongues
No flowery images and such to speak of
No more of passion and all its torments
And finally, chasing setting suns is wrong.
Wind and river whisper with their voice
Their own assurances to my covenant
My sense of rightness will make me strong
With reason I have a choice where I belong.
Dance to a Different Hum
Imagine a meeting within a shady grove,
Where eucalyptus flourishes, and shimmers.
Casting in that groves are shady shadows,
And a many thousand spearing lights
That pierce their way through the leaves
Finally to crash down on the earth below.
The creatures within, dance through light beams
Revelling in the warmth and the life giving streams
Passing in return, the pollen and other gifts
To the sound of humming and winged rhythms.
Each morning do we really waken
And if we do, is it to the truth?
Or, do we sleep and dream our lives
With some pleasant moments denied?
Are you a long past memory of my life,
Portraying life as what used to be,
Or a fantasy of what I want to see
And very much different from reality?
Each morning I wake again to life
Seeing you there, as in my dreams!
When she said to me "Love" the first time
There was so much trembling in her words
Which were resting on those oh so grand lips,
And I wondered, "If only time came and went
We would forever happily spend our days
Simply looking at the beauty of the moon".
The peace and wonderment that we'd attain
Feeling ever connected through space and time
And that would be made all the more wondrous
Through our sharing through our life together.
Be thou not a spirit of the night
Thou art too real to be a dream
And if thee were such a dream
Then thy kisses are a drug indeed
And well would I a habit of thee make
That I would spend my time abed
With kisses of thee and such dreams
That Elysium would be a shadow.
Such splendour would I derive
From one so simple gift from thee.
Inside the splendour of your eyes
I see truth and unquestioned trust
Implied by knowing you so well.
Cupid's arrow's set, the arrow flies
In landing knocks away the shell
Of resistant walls built so strong.
The sun may set, but there is always
Knowledge of other and better times,
Our right to trust and claim our prize
Eternity together will be ours to know.
Two lovers watch the moon rising outside
and are speaking about its phases and of love
whilst music plays softly in the background.
There is a cessation in talk for a while
as other things become more important
the music plays softly in a different key .
The stars have now filled all the night sky
the smiling moon has softly moved on
sure now that her message has been told,
they know they are each others moon and stars.
The night is dark and you're alone.
In fear you hear the night beasts howl
See the shadows creep along the wall
In fear you cringe as ghosties groan.
Rotting flesh gives the air its stench
Once more you hear the hooting owl.
Visions remembered from times before
No forgiveness now the dice are cast
No priestly rites can save you now
Finally Hell as claimed you whole.
Out of the Void
Out of the void my love has grown
The minutest grain, a cosmic speck
That seed was sown out of nothing
Finitely creating this heavenly domain.
Not of wood, or brick or stone or steel,
No roof of tile that'll shelter from storm
A pulsing heart, inside flesh and bone
Made of love, that will protect and warm.
Two separate beings that have made a whole
That time or distance could never part.
Potency of Dreams
Dreams give wings to my hidden hopes
And cause my fantasies to take flight.
In my sleep I dare to dream of schemes
That brings my deepest desires to life.
What kind of beast dwells so deep within
Should tear my soul leaving me reeling,
But what causes greatest harm but fancies
That lends power and strength to feeling?
My frail imagination reigns and is revived,
Less virtuous lovers live on immortalised.
The storm's over now and I see blue skies again
But there is no scent yet only pure clean air.
The shock of the storm has amazed everyone
That sudden flood has cars and trucks trapped.
A speeding car's skidded off the Whitten bridge
Two more deaths to add to the statistics.
I just been out to check my garden after it
And found my Guinea Pig's hut's was flooded
But he's OK sat on top of his wooden house.
Soon I'll see green shoots pushing out the ground.
Where are you going now my lady?
Today what roads have you travelled?
And were you alone or did I join you?
What secrets have our souls shared
Asking what have we lost that we need
Or cast aside never needing again
As we travelled onward and upward?
Perhaps I heard your voice call out
Join me now as we walk down the road
Or have our paths merged for a short time?
Small yellow bodies with sharp pointed wings.
Darting and dashing, humming and swirling
See them dive and spin as they feed in flight
Once threatened by man craving for fancier caves
And brick roads built for his smelly chariots
For these intrusion they destroyed your homes.
Now there is the threat of mans cast off pets
Just bought casually and without thought.
Small, cuddly, inconvenient, bundles of fur
That in time becoming snarling feral beasts.
When I stripped my parent's bed of their sheets
I found the imprints, their bodies had worn.
Springs, made impressions like thumbprints
Placed in soft wholemeal bread with care,
Worked at, earned in years, shaped through time
Like a pair of shoes made only to fit their bodies.
As I change the sheets on my bed I look there
And see the indentation left by me alone
Soon it will be time to turn over the mattress
Then it will even out the non-events of time.
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Let the darkness fall down upon me
Close my dreary tear stained eyes
Soon my time here shall be spent
Bury me not in cold sodden earth
Nor heat and flame of eternal fire
For when my spirit hath departed
I shall arise again as once before
And new dreams shalt be created
Much better than they were before.
From mistakes that I have learned.
My eyes shall open to a new dawn
With a future of paradise to come
And all I once was, shall fade away
Making room for a much better me
My stars shall forecast life brighter
A reading from the rune stones true
New birth by the turn of the tarot
That prophesize my future to come
Of all the things that I never was
Shall soon come to pass eternally.
When the wild autumn winds cease to blow
And whispering breezes caress the trees
It is then that a woodland sprite shall dance
Amidst the fallen leaves of burnished gold ;
With outstretched arms for harvests yield
She chants her rituals unto a fading sun
Giving thanks unto the seasonal harvest
Soon the dark earth shall lay deep in snow;
And wild life hibernate within their nests
Not until then shall she lay down her head.
When mutual attractions lies deep within
It is the basis for a life long relationship
For both are united within heavenly bliss
When the spirit of love kindles their flame;
What then but partake in the joys of love
Then both combined become one of a kind
When one gentle touch awakens their senses
And their heart beat within tremors with joy;
It shall be then that they both feel blessed.
So endearing are whispers of love divine.
Vast is the sea that carries me forth
From inland cliffs thro` ocean waves
Awash with motion towards my fate
At the bottom of the deep sea bed
I am none other than a pebble.
Down I float in a darkened abyss
Where I cannot see speak nor hear
No sun nor stars no moon above
Nor can I breathe the salt sea air
I am no more than a grain of sand.
Here do I lay so long now forgotten
From past storms `neath the sea bed
No more in motion to sail the ocean
For all that remains to survive
Shall be no more than driftwood.
Violent waves that swept the ocean
Storms that sunk tall galleons of old
Turbulent waters that ruled the waves
Now calm and tranquil from anger spent
I am nought but the moods of the tide.
A Rightful Queen. (Anne Boleyn)
I who hath once been the Queen of England.
Joined in holy wedlock to Henry the V111
Hath been cast asunder from false misdeeds
Twas ne`er in my power to produce him a son;
Honourable love then faded from his plans
As he seeked for a promising successor
I to be obliterated from my rightful throne,
To be executed neath` the blade of a sword;
Imprisoned like a criminal high in the tower
Though my innocence hath saved me not.
The pain and anquish neath` a long sharp blade
Had left me tortured with a clean severed head.
I had vowed this would ne`er be the end
For I shall still walk the passages once more;
And haunt the vast grounds of the royal court
Headless tho` I am I shall still ride my steed
For what was once weak hath now made strong
My spirit shall linger throughout the ages;
For what they hath done they shall ne-er forget
That I was once the rightful Queen of England.
I tippytoe`d to my bed but I could not sleep
Fearing a monster would hide underneath
Re-occuring nightmares haunted my mind
I have see him deep in my restless sleep
He creeps underneath with big hairy arms
I have felt him oft` times grabbing my leg
His claws are sharp and could hurt me much
If I have let my leg hang out the bed I mean
I Within my nightmare scream out loud again
And look once again for one more last peep.
Every dark night it has always been the same
Shadows play havoc on my childish mind
Of ghosts and phantoms that haunt the night
'Neath my mattress he`s watching and waiting
One false move and he will gobble me alive
I reach for my teddy, he is no longer there
Not even he cares to share my dreaded fear
When he does not even comfort me I mean
Could it be he the monster `neath my bed
Do shadows play tricks within a tired mind?
Harken now unto the darken'd night
Canst thou hear the call of the wild
The screams of an owls fated prey
As pain gnaws thro' an open wound
And blood runs freely upon the heath
Strained veins within reddened eye
As he tore at flesh with open beak
And stripped the bare bones of flesh
With not a morsel or carnage found
For hunger pained his gizzards so.
Pain of hunger versus pain of death
Named survival of the very fittest
What was seen to be running free
Venturing forth so precariously
Caught unawares in a bated trap
Of an owl swooping down on him
There is no certainty of escaping
'Tis the laws of nature to submit
The weakest never stands a chance
With ne'er the strength to survive.
There`s a mist by the graves at Tinkers Creek
Where unrest spirits arise from their casks
And a musty cloud floats within the breeze
From the depth of the dank clodden earth
Ghosts that have spoken from silent tongues
Amidst the bleakness of their darkened tomb
Arisen to haunt and bring fear to the living
Who in years gone by had pointed their finger
And had dared to accuse them of witchcraft
They who hath now risen to seek their revenge.
There`s a mist by the graves at Tinkers Creek
Where no living soul had dared to venture
Fearing the worse for their minds of sanity
Of haunted dreams throughout their lives
The hurt experienced, nagging deep within
Revenge they wanted and revenge they got
From the spirits of those they had tortured
Ghostly shadows that walked the dark night
That had suffered then the tortures of death
Shalt not rest for evermore silent in the grave.
Whispers Of Love
I hear them in the darkest hour
When I am tucked up in my bed
His soft whispers of love divine
That delights my awaiting ears
I lay amorously awaiting him
He arouses these aching desires
How his arms reach out for me
While our longing bodies entwine
To be close lovers one more time
Surrendering ourselves to love.
Come nigh my love unto my dreams
Within our fantasy of passions
Entwined closer in a sensual dance
Of loves sweet harmony together
So gently those touches caress
The furnace shall soon extinguish
Of flames that burned with desire
Flicker and dance through the night
Now spent of vigour and passion
That echo`s only of soft whispers.
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A whisper of lavender calls a dream,
In gentle words that dare the heart to care
As darker thoughts recall how love can hurt
Mechanised walls surround the patched up heart,
Before hungered lips betray the soul
With more lavendered words inviting trust,
A poet hides behind versed make believe,
No sign the pulse is racing faster still,
This unspeakable need to see her eyes
And speak the words voices never say.
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How can she stay sane with you?
When there's no love from you.
When money has diminished
To buy a sexy stylist dress
To catch your roving eyes.
How can she stay sane with you?
When all you want from her
Is to leave her in pain and sorrow.
You'll never comprehend true love
'cause you think your far beyond tomorrow.
Tomorrow, you'll regret it
Your going to find out someday
A few days was never enough time
To know who you passed up.
But someday when you truly ponder
Over the things you thought were bad,
Then and only then you'll understand.
What happened and didn't happen
As much as you wanted to happen
Broke and heartless, she'll remain to you.
You're a man who does nothing,
but sweet talk, not a man with respect for women
Your one of many not to invest in true love
A man who thinks women are his possessions.
Thinking yourself as God's gift to all women
Did you forget, a woman was God's gift to man?
With that said; she'll walk away gladly from you as
Life's calm and peaceful to her without you
And without your characteristics of conceiving women.
She's more sane with someone who knows what true love is.
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Clouds speak without uttering a sound
Enquiring minds seek the meaning of life
Lying on the ground looking into the sky
Simple beauty floats in serene motion.
Later there is a powerful conversation
That takes place between heaven and earth
And man must consider his worth shrink.
In comparison with the timeless motion
The wind will scatter his ashes to her corners
And continue her never ending chase of clouds.
Dream on Girl!
At first she is a little girl in the store,
Looking around the supermarket
She sees the eye catching colours
Of the packages of sweets and toys
She smiles and instantly wants it all.
She looks sweetly up at her daddy
With blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes
He finds he is unable to resist
Her appetite larger than her eyes
After all it's only a credit card.
Tonight will be another dream of tomorrow.
A young woman enters the store,
Catching the eyes of all the men
With an offering of sweets and toys
And very desirable packaging
Every man there desires her all.
She looks sweetly across at daddy
With blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes
No way can he possibly resist
His appetite lost in her eyes
It's only an expense account.
Tonight, they will all dream of her.
An older woman enters the store,
Very rich, confident, and aware
Her eye catching jewels and furs
They have become her sweets and toys
She married well, she has it all.
She looks across at her toy boy
His blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes
Now no longer can she resist
Her appetite larger than his eyes
And after all it's only money.
Tonight will be another dream of yesterday.
Sticky coated fingers
As she tasted each flavour.
Licking her fingers now
Savouring the memory
Leaving a sticky mark in her mind.
First October Days
There's a change in the weather
That's not even gradual any longer,
Instead the finality of an arrival
Like the stone dry of winter grass
Thick stalks and leathery husks
Flying like an old woman's hair
As the South-East Arctic wind hits
Bringing gusting white Cirrus clouds
Instead of warm rain laden Cumulus
Clacking a sombre greeting song.
How do I know?
How do I know she is my love?
So many ways show she is mine
See her eyes and see them glow.
Her look is headier than any wine
See her smile, look at her serenity
Her touch tells me she is content
And my knowing she is content
Only makes for a stronger love
Keeping her serenity makes her mine
After wine, I bathe in her afterglow.
I Am The Waves
I am the waves that splash down on the sand,
Or gentle moonlight that reflects in your eyes;
The melody of spring when the earth is reborn,
With green shoots and the new-borns cries.
All this I offer, if you live in harmony with me,
Or else suffer the pain I can cause humankind.
I am the storm raging that humbles your might;
The earthquake, the avalanche that wakens dread.
More than strong enough to destroy any tower,
I prove it each day, each month, each year.
When she said love the first time
And the trembling in her words
Resting on those oh so grand lips,
I wondered, "If only time came and went
Forever would be the days be spent
Looking at the beauty of the moon".
The peace and wonderment attained
Feeling united through space and time
Is made all the more wondrous
Because I'm sharing it with her.
Who was that fiend that stole my soul,
And left me with a deep abyss of sadness,
That has built an endless dam of tears?
In the darkness I hear my inner voices taunts
Sneering about the dreams I once held dear.
What fate has given, she has also taken away,
Savouring the irony of love, becoming loss.
Is it punishment for some past transgression,
Perhaps atonement for sins as yet unknown
Or just one of her cruel jokes?
Momus: the daughter of Nyx, and the Spirit of Derision, Sarcasm, and Irony.
Questions of Love
Is love made of rock, of hard granite stone
Heavy and solid, and sometimes a bore?
That rock shatters and wears away to sand
The constant battering of waves breaking it down
Is that what love is and how it degrades.
Or is love an illusion of hormones and wishes
Where the instinct to breed is only a chore
Never receiving anything that was planned
Like a superannuation scheme gone wrong
And all that's left is the memory of a promise.
Real love is nothing like this and never was.
Real love is expecting nothing yet giving all
Real love is receiving far more than planned
And giving back as much and the more
Until in the end there is no need to give.
True love is a smile, a touch, a special look
A look that says everything and doesn't need proof
A touch that can arouse or calm the worst fear
A smile that warms the cockles of your soul
A soul that you now know you both share.
Sombre Lady (Variation)
Staring at the drizzling rain
In a semi-conscious stupor
Her misty blue eyes, dry
Once filled with teardrops
She watched teardrops
Fall to the floor
Like the raindrops dripping
Gravely from gutters
In a pitter-patter of bitter memories
Sitting almost naked
On the cold cordwood floor
Futility of hope long abandoned
Dry silent sobbing
Betraying red eyed torment.
The tumultuous circle
Several shivering shrinking
Shrieking sobbing serenades
Angst amidst anguish
Of this severe affliction.
When attempting to forget,
Nothing soothes pain
And it's persistent personality
The only implication
Incapable of moving on
Unwilling makes unable
To simply find another.
Other fish in other pools
Are not wanted....Yet
The process of healing
Stuck in this wet, muddy rut
Wanting to move in time
Perhaps possibly possible
Winding roads of life
Once seeming impassable
Diverged from misty woods
Now wanting to move
Still capable of careful reference
Needing emotion, love?
Is that so strange?
Now, reminiscent of sadness
Watching the rain fall again,
With misted eyes
And whispered breath
She simply sighs....
Mine is not to pursue, nor is it to entice,
But realise a realm exists not of human
Where life is not measured in your span
And drinking human blood is the rule.
Hear the subtle beat of leathered wings
And see the silhouette against my light.
Too late, you have ventured in my world
For up here I can see what misery it brings.
Looking down after I see an empty shell
One more soul is added to the ranks of Hell.
What have I done?
What have I done to her, he thoughtfully asks.
I have opened her mind to her emotions
Too long hidden, and to tears long unbidden.
I have opened her mind to fears once known
Dreaded again, because of fear of repetition.
I have opened the door to her heart,
With a key to a lock that she herself created
Wherein she can feel a passion long denied.
She can travel to places she has dreamed of
And find a love, she always prayed for.
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