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The Rondeau is a very underestimated and sometimes a very challenging poetry form.
It consists of three stanzas, a quintet (5 lines), a quatrain (4 lines) and a sestet (6 lines),
making the poem a total of 15 lines. |
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In Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing,fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. Lt. Col. John McCrae, M.D., 1872-1918 |
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DiarmaidFrom you I am one breath away Thought I'd lost you that fateful day Inhuman hands destroyed the we They cared not for humanity I drowned that day in tears of grey. With black soul I vowed they'd pay Through haze of grief I'd find the way Knowing you'd not come back to me From you I am one breath away. Think not bad thoughts you used to say Draw not bad karma, keep mind gay Heeding your words I rose from debris You were not gone, you were flying free Patiently waiting for our day From you I am one breath away. back to list |
Michael DixonWhen you were mine and I was yours The highest mountains we would soar Through clouded whispers in the sky Past the stars above we would fly You were the one I did adore An ocean blue that meets the shore Is where I once did stop to pause To ask of you but you were shy When you were mine and I was yours Do you take me with all my flaws And to others you would ignore You at me with tears in your eye Motioned no and began to cry My heart belongs to another cause When you were mine and I was yours -----
River Bank |
Etain DruantiaAway the eagle flies into silent blue while wistful eyes watch, shiny with dew, her confident grace sails eternal skies oblivious always to humanity's lies, horrors we put our Mother through. Still freedom stands despite the few who try to spoil her mirth with evil brew, supported she is by good's rally cries, away the eagle flies. War, hate we've known, but this is new, an assault on innocence, a day we'll rue; eyes may weep and hearts heave sighs, from this sorrow greater strength will rise; our belief, our Faith, shall soar anew away the eagle flies. In Remembrance of September 11, 2001 -----
In Loves Garden
Into A Light Gray Mist
The Pain Inside |
Leny RooversAn empty canvas is set out again, its waiting face still blank, devoid of pain. The painter's haunted eyes and trembling hand will soon with angry strokes start to command, exchanging hurt and fury to obtain a palette like a multicoloured stain, from which is chosen aptly, not in vain, that special shade to make the image, planned on empty canvas. Now paint on linen, strong as song's refrain, is wiping out the white with near disdain; each touch of brush is adding to the land so boldly caught in colour's striking strand. Transformed are dreams from painter's fevered brain, on empty canvas. -----
Mirror
My Four Cats
Pain V
To say goodbye |
Teagan De DanaanAll things must change, it is the way Do not expect the same each day. Plan for things, but do not expect That all that's good Fate will reject Remember, when you sow, you pay. To find true love, we all will pray Until we do, our lives are grey Pain making some too circumspect All things must change. But Fate does not have a heart of clay And has been known to turn away Or perhaps she is the architect And two souls meeting her project The story unravels as in a play And things have changed. -----
Dancing to love tune -----
I Surrender To You -----
In Brimbank Park -----
Tears have been shed -----
The Glass is broken
Tommorrow -----
With Husky Voice |
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