Cyrch a cywta
(Kirch-a-choo-tah):

A stanza of eight, seven-syllable lines. The first six lines sharing the same rhyme. Lines seven and eight are similar to an Awdl gywydd couplet.

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x x x x x x a
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x x x x x x b
x x b x x x a

Skitter
(It's a tough life being a cat)


Open up, for I want out
I must be up and about.
Now I want in, silly lout!
Don't keep me waiting, I shout.
I'll have my way - there's no doubt
I'm the boss here - oh, you pout?
Now get out that box! My breakfast!
It is past seven! What? Nowt?

Dera Cymreiges


Cyhydedd fer Posts
Contents

Allura D

The Futility of Determined Change

Deborah Bel

For lack of courage
Shared Sighs

Bruce Henderson

Dog Gone
Who's that Girl?

Ryter Roethicle

Avian Feelings
Harvest Time
Pensive Nights

Lorainne Stark

Someday


Allura D

The Futility of Determined Change

Life before me a blank slate,
From past crimes exonerate.
Walk the path both firm and straight,
Turn from sorrow's sad estate.
Highest ideals elevate,
Rend the dark, illuminate.
Though I strive for sanctity
Liberty has come too late.

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Deborah Bel

For Lack of Courage

With a weight holding me tight,
While eyes are locked upon sights
Distant and hazy, I fight
Against feet that long for bright
Vistas, but can't bear the bite
Of desert sands that just might
Burn their ambitions away.
So they stay, in dimming light....

And have whiled away the time,
Spent with no reason or rhyme,
Squandered and flittered, sublime
Notions of bright peaks to climb,
Without effort, toil or grime.
Stagnation. Where summertime
Should yield up ripened harvests,
My own best, but pantomime.


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Shared Sighs

Are we alike, you and I?
Does the sunset catch your eye
Or the moon's face cause a sigh
In your heart? Do you still cry?
Does your stomach knot like my
Own in the taste of a lie?
Do both of us hear the note
In a poem, you and I?

Do we share recognition
In a plaintive rendition
Of poet's pen? Transitions
Pulled from our intuition
The truth of our emotions?
Is it all but illusion?
Are we alike, you and I?
Is my sigh, recognition?


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Bruce Henderson

Dog Gone

There was once a dalmatian
who lived on a plantation,
and acquired a fixation
for his neighbour's alsatian.
What began as flirtation
soon led him to migration,
when the she-hound told her mate
of her state of fetation.

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Who's that Girl?

It's not quite an average post,
to leave myself prone to roast;
when I went to the right coast
the Autumn left me engrossed,
yet I sensed a spectral host.
Though I do not mean to boast,
my worldview went through the floor
when I saw Emily's ghost.

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Ryter Roethicle

Avian Feelings

Free as the birds join’d in flight,
Alongside are sheets of white,
Above the heavens are in sight.
Feeling absolute delight,
But I must return and lose height
Aiming for the airstrip lights
Above me the skies of blue
Turns into the darker night

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Harvest Time

Death gathers all to her side,
Seeking all from far and wide.
No matter where they abide,
Rich and poor with her must ride.
No ‘ception to time or tide,
Age or youth is cast ascythed.
Sons, daughters, mothers, fathers
Death gathers all to her side.

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Pensive Nights

Its nights like this I miss thee
My minds eye shows what could be,
My dreams what I want to see.
My desires are that you agree
We love, for eternity,
Not just nights, but days also,
We’ll see time go, peacefully.

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Lorainne Stark

Someday

In darkness that has no face
All mankind will live in space
No more a need for a race
People on Mars will share grace
Waiting for their turn and place
The future’s left to embrace
Man living in harmony
Peace you see found a home base

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