ROSARIAN SONNET FORMS
This form is a poet's delight as firstly it uses couplets. These are always a
favourite with poets, and then it uses a link for those who like the use of refrains
or French poetry.
Rosarian Sonnet Posts
O starry tiger, can you play today?
My childish visions have gone the same way
of rainbow halos that fortified stars.
We dreamed under blankets, to guard against
the vastness that devilled our tiny sense.
But now the world is small, and can equip
all of its marvels on a microchip,
as we drive toy trucks on the trail of Mars.
And, ghosts that spooked us off in the corner
are just another bloody foreigner.
Yet, ink still spills upon the plaited page
in tantrums that emancipate our cares;
the faith we planted in our youthful prayers
keeps yielding gifts regardless of our age.
Trail of the Snake
Water from Stone
Today I woke from just one more mad dream
where people roaming through my house did mean
no harm but did not seem to understand
that I was not amused with fun and games
nor did I have a clue as to their names.
As always when these dreams are just too much
I threw myself out of my bed and such
a scream came bawl'ring from my throat - be damned
if I cared what the neighbours thought or said,
this howl'ring was enough to wake the dead.
No more will I be pressed to save those stones,
those silly pebbles clutched within my hand.
I'll let them go and swim like hell for land;
I'll read them when it's time to rest my bones.
Would more be cherished this love so sublime,
Were loyalty of heart a treasure, not crime.
There would be more than fleshed incense and highs.
It could be satisfaction without pain,
Not syrinx cries of mournings loving wanes.
Call no false names in wanton flowered ears
But there instead take heed turtle doves tear.
The wings today that carried thee in skies
So rare a blue they could hypnotize you
And tear your soul into more than just two.
Would cherished be true loves designation,
As insouciant as bumblebee's path,
The name of which can't be found, but shunned
As clouds before the mornings sun be pith.
She waits for me each day to care for her
I sense her needs, her thirst like a mother
Planted years ago my how they have grown
Surviving times of drought and winter's ice
They will not surrender or sacrifice.
In autumn they blend with the colored leaves
Winter robs them of time to bloom like thieves
Bare they stand against the cold on their own
Till springs warmth arouses them to flower
When new buds are bathed by gentle showers.
Mankind could not match this tapestry sewn
By the winds that carry each new seed blown
They give to me without one word spoken
This gift of beauty a precious token.
I'd once thought that all hope was lost and then
I heard those sweet words from your heart again
What joy they brought my ears and my spirit
For yes, once more twas love and I in it.
I revel in each syllable's pure bliss
Attentive, I'm enthralled, I cannot miss
One single verse or sound that you emit
So speak of love and we as here I sit.
For I am yours with every sweet song
The lilting melody sweeps me along.
As you declare your love for me I swoon
And pledge myself again to only you
I feel as I'm the tides and you the moon
So sing to me, my love, as lovers do.
Come! Walk with me in the moonlight
Only you and I on this starry night
For have not we been together all time
Soul partners facing whatever our fate
Certain that you are my eternal mate.
Walk with me across the golden sands
Over moonlight desert as we hold hands
Searching for eternal secrets so sublime
The desert sand holds these memories
That in time will become our discoveries.
Reliving past events as we make life's climb Recalling why I am yours, as you are mine Come! Walk with me in the moonlight Let us relive again this starry night.
Only in Death
Through the Moons Absence