Of Course (Rondeau)

Of course you are not model thin,
And yes, you have some blotchy skin.
Your nose may not be very nice,
But that has never been a vice.
The greatest beauty lies within.

You have a slightly crooked grin,
But what it does to me is sin;
I should not have to tell you twice,
Of course you are

Beautiful, it makes me spin.
I love the dimple in your chin,
The parting in your hair, precise,
And yet for you it won’t suffice;
You ask me, “Am I?” with chagrin.
Of course you are.

The Rondeau Challenge is ongoing, as are all challenges, for whenever you have an itch to try something new.

In Da Club

A dog once asked a cat to dance,
He knew this kitty loved to prance,
But kitty said, “Oh no, I can’t
Go dance with you. The way you pant,
You’ll slobber on my gorgeous fur
And bark too loud. Why can’t you purr?
You’ll step on all my kitty feet,
And then you’ll want a doggy treat.
Not to be blunt, but dog, you stink;
It makes me want to hork my drink.
So no, I will not dance with you,
But prancing? Yes, that I can do.”

And so the kitty pranced away
With nothing more she had to say
While doggy scratched his left behind
And thought, Okay, then never mind.

Circus of Dreams: A Terza Rima Sonnet and Challenge

Circus of Dreams

It’s the circus of dreams where dreamers will go,
And if you’re not careful, it will steal your soul,
But if nary you try, then you’ll never know

If this could have made you finally whole.
You can choose to perform or be a sad clown,
Sitting off to the side and long for control,

Or swing on the trapeze, not cannonball frown.
Letting go, you don’t know if you will be caught,
But you hold your head high and do not look down.

Though your stomach will feel like it’s in a knot
To see hungry lions as they nip and bite
The dreamers who came and are leaving distraught,

But if you teach lions to roar with delight,
Then you will know dreams and the marvel of flight.

The Challenge

Instructions on writing a terza rima sonnet:

  1. There are a total of 14 lines consisting of four 3-line stanzas (tercets) and one rhyming couplet.
  2. The rhyming scheme is aba bcb cdc ded ee.
  3. Commonly written as ten syllables per line (Those Who Judge) or eleven syllables per line (Circus of Dreams). It does not have to be a strict count.
  4. Often seen without spaces between for the sake of continuity.

Next I will highlight the patterns.

It’s the circus of dreams where dreamers will go,
And if you’re not careful, it will steal your soul,
But if nary you try, then you’ll never know

If this could have made you finally whole.
You can choose to perform or be a sad clown,
Sitting off to the side and long for control,

Or swing on the trapeze, not cannonball frown.
Letting go, you don’t know if you will be caught,
But you hold your head high and do not look down.

Though your stomach will feel like it’s in a knot
To see hungry lions as they nip and bite
The dreamers who came and are leaving distraught,

But if you teach lions to roar with delight,
Then you will know dreams and the marvel of flight.

My apologies to email subscribers who received my “doh!-that’s-not-the-save/update-button”, accidentally published post yesterday. (I’m glad no one could see the mortified look on my face when that happened.)

For this form, I found 10 syllables per line easier to work with than 11, but you may find the opposite is true for you. To participate in the challenge, either provide the link in a comment, post it in a comment, or link with a pingback to your post.  Most importantly, have some fun!

As always, your poems will be added to the challenge post along with the links to your blog and poem. If you like what you read, please follow the link in the title and “like” it there too. :)
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God’s Poems

Heed this as we walk amongst ungodly souls
Imprisoned in evil’s stronghold of darkness
May we remember they are ours to console

Let us not fear or turn away in blitheness
Thinking we are better now we are redeemed
Lest we be the ones walking lost and aimless

Love them we must like us they are God’s poem
Fearfully and wonderfully made by Him
To become a broken mess wreaking all mayhem

Although of our Lord these souls have blasphemed
And turned away from our Father who loves them
By grace given us these souls must be esteemed

With heavenly voices like God’s seraphim
In haste let us sing to them Salvation’s hymn.

  awomansaved

Promise Me

do promise me you will always be there
even when the shadows gather their sheaves
and this dying rustle an expunged air

when the tides pick up their volcanic steam
unleashing fury on this battered shell
do promise me you will never leave me

even when my breathless heart tolls a bell
faint clanging notes of diluted sweetness
whisper of a faraway living well

let me sip of its ever cool freshness
let me drink of the warmth that is your love
oh, shield me from this threatening darkness

as my lids droop and take their final bow
promise me you will stay true to our vows

  ©Celestine Nudanu

Keep Faith

Beyond the horizon and to the right
you’ll find my rainbow adorning the sky
hoping your wishes keep it in sight

they say you may find a pot of gold
keep the faith because you never know
and if you dare, just stretch and be bold

This world is not meant for those who are shy;
It is for the courageous and strong
It is for those who always question with, why?

Keep track of rainbows and stars if you can
God made them for us to help keep our faith
the faith deep in your soul no one can ban

Delight in all seasons and all nature brings
You will know He is with you when a Robin sings

  CMelba Christie

My H∈art Sp∈aks

I have lost the beauty I once could see
A world of solitude engulfs my heart
Since I lost what my soul loved completely
No words can stop our fate to be apart
Someday I know we’ll meet in heaven’s bliss
Yet now I’ve to release love and restart
Too consumed to see there’s a lot I miss
Never let regret stole away the years
Soon these will perish as we share a kiss
I recall the love I felt in for years
That my soul found in life I’ve always seek
In my anguish, alone, I shed cold tears
I’ll find the words in you I cannot speak
And pray life’s despair will not make me weak

  ©ArVhee

The Man I Need

Will I marry a man of great beauty,
Aesthetic, prim, with billions of dollars,
Prompted with fame with which to endow me?
Or will I be tied to a quiet man,
Whose mind drinks the world of philosophers,
Bless me with Universe’s phenomenons?
Perhaps with a man with boundless talents,
Who would woo me in life, cunning anon…
Will I? if Fate be so kind? Why not? yet!
I know very well the man that I crave—
A soul who lives his life on what He wills;
If I were to pick one thing for a mate:
I’d pick someone who trusts what He reveals,
Someone of His character— he who kneels.

  Jashaél

Find a Way

My quest seems to end at the very centre
Of this deeply woven intricate maze,
Disguised, so innocent to enter

I penetrated its heart in a daze
An invisible wand in my hand, raised
Through the fog, mist, the shadowy grey haze

Bruising along the way, my quest unfazed
I reached out and the thin veil gave away
To reveal its truth as my eyes blazed

In such simplicity my answer lay
I was bemused, my quest was over
Now all I had to do was find my way

Back through the maze, fear to overpower
Find my way to you as fireflies hover

  Madhura

Mirkwood

Stumbling through Mirkwood, dwarves and one hobbit /
grumble coarsely at Gandalf the Greyfriend: /
“Bring us to danger and again you split!” /

“Your powers our mission could well defend, /
but again we are left naked, exposed. /
Your only advice? From the path, don’t bend!” /

Gleaming, sinister green eyes have disclosed /
creeping things that shuffle, scuffle and snort: /
who knows to what mischief they are disposed? /

“When you leave us, with whom do you consort? /
What cold furtive shadows do you pursue /
without granting your fire, our fiends to thwart?” /

Alone in the dark, our travelers stew. /
Ignore Grey counsel and heartaches ensue. //

  Jen Rosenberry

Summer Heat

T’was hot as though it were a summer’s night!
I tossed and then turned seeking his Lordship Sleep…
Heartless, elusive, though seek him I might.

I was in Morpheus’ valley deep,
When Hades call came for me to come out…
Sweat covered I was no longer asleep!

Once awake there was really little doubt,
African heat has come visiting us.
From flooding we’ll soon feel the autumn draught.

Last week snow and now the desert’s red dust!
Tis true the saying that the weather is king…
And in those nobles you cannot place your trust.

So I’ll hear the blackbirds and sparrows sing!
(Take note: I’ll remove the duvet first thing.)

  Bastet

My Spirit Brother

It seems I have been tricking myself each day
By surmising both of us are free and clear
Apparently I think, there’s no other way

For us to survive through each and every year
And to arrive at the appropriate place
A million moves to combat the shame and fear

That shadow our dreams, arising from disgrace
Today I find myself all covered in woe
For acceptance now I have given up the chase

I would protect you forever for love, but no
My spirit brother how far you have wandered
You cannot respond now it’s time I let go

Loyal and steadfast, my duty I’ve pondered
Like camels and straw our bond has been squandered.

  Jambo Robyn

Death’s Door

Once a bud waiting in beams of summer,
Dreaming of the one to bid her open.
Petals closely held and thorns to buffer.

When at long last one came to her garden,
Bursting forth, her fragrance on winds did dance.
Thorns cast aside she began to blossom.

Trusting his sweet words of love and romance,
She saw not his façade begin to fade.
August’s heat revealed all a trick perchance.

Autumn’s chill finds him gone; farewell now bade.
Thorns stand at the ready; shall fail no more.
Life soon over, she wilts as fall’s clouds shade.

His heart as frozen as the winds that roar ~
Was it him or winter that brought death’s door?

  Skye

A newly discovered sonnet by William ~Snakeswagger

My mistress’ eye is like a currant bun
Though she has problems, she is quite divine
Her bosom is bared, bold out in the sun.

I hope that what his hers is also mine?
My mistress eye looks fine as it is glass
She lost her marbles playing with a fox

She’s good at letting errors whistle past
And mending fuses in that little box.
My mistress dear I gaze upon that breast.

I see her skin is warm and she does sweat.
I too have lusted and I have confessed
But still she gambles and she places bets.

In truth I am as fickle as a weed
but each must act according to his need.

  Katherine

Cold

How can it be cold, frost nipping the air,
When all of the trees sport leaves in full flame,
Except for those that are already bare?

Those naked trees must be shiv’ring in shame
Amongst all their fashionable brothers.
“We’ve nothing to wear!” they woefully claim.

They would be warm if they had their druthers,
But the autumn wind has left them undressed,
Left to eye the bright frocks of the others.

As the temperature falls, they are distressed,
Crying out their sad plight as they shiver,
“The cold, bitter, wind puts us to the test!”

The sun drops down low, light just a sliver,
While bright leaves float away on the river.

  soberflight

Those Who Judge (Terza Rima Sonnet)

What I have found about the ones who judge
The worth of others with a scornful eye,
They are the ones who would also begrudge

This judgment on themselves and will decry
The acts of others, pointing out their faults,
Entitled to opinions, they’ll reply,

So quick to make the first verbal assaults
Interwoven with prejudice and fear,
Not knowing that they dance a lonely waltz

Where in the end the verdict’s most severe
On those who think that it’s their right to wield
The hammer, masking self-doubts with a sneer.

But when you judge someone, you cannot shield
The truth about you that will be revealed.

Too Much Potential

I try to simplify my life,
But when it comes to stuff,
I find it hard to throw things out.
Why must be it be so tough?

It’s not like I’m emotionally
Attached to everything,
But almost anything I feel
Has purpose it can bring.

Is it a fear or practical?
It is not clear to me,
But there’s a reason things were made
And that is what I see.

When Wombats Cry

When wombats cry
In Aussieland,
The one thing you
Must understand
Is that they cry
Because they see
Fine members of
Their family
That used to waddle
All around
And dig their tunnels
Underground
Have vanished from
Our planet Earth.
How do you judge
A wombat’s worth?

The Northern one
Is critically
Endangered now,
Surprisingly,
More than the
Panda bear,
It’s true,
As low as 35 into
The 1980s,
Scary times,
And even though
This number climbs
And reached 200
Just last year,
Is this enough
To keep them here?

Written for Wombat Day, October 22.

“The Northern Hairy-Nosed Wombat…is on the brink of extinction. It is one of the last few representatives of the remarkable suborder of mammals that included the massive diprotodons. To lose this unique species would be a national tragedy and an international embarrassment.”
  – Professor Hugh Possingham Member, Wentworth Group of Concerned Scientists, FAA

The World Wildlife Fund has adoption kits available for endangered species on their website. Here is a link to adopt a wombat if you are interested: http://gifts.worldwildlife.org/gift-center/gifts/Species-Adoptions/Wombat.aspx.

Instead

Don’t speak to me of winter,
I know it’s coming fast;
Long summer days, warm summer nights,
Were never meant to last.

Don’t chill the air with frosty words
And make a bigger hole
Where warmth will leak and color leach
From pockets of my soul.

Instead, read me spellbinding tales
Of lands with balmy breeze
Where I can bask, bundled in bliss,
When digits start to freeze.

Trifextra Prompt: Fear (Not Submitted)

1. A world of grand illusion
Built on self-placating lies;
People feeding my delusions
Despite my desperate cries.
Common sense, reality,
Will fade and disappear;
Self-deception crowned in glory
Is what I duly fear.

2. I fear my poor wings are not strong enough to fly
And no matter how long or hard I try
That I’ll never touch the precious sky
Before I die, before I die.

Trifextra Weekend Challenge: We are looking for a 33-word explanation of what scares you (or your character).

I did not submit these (you are only allowed to submit one), but if you choose to submit, there is still time for you to do so (until Sunday 8 p.m. Eastern Time). They can be written in any written style as long as they meet the 33-word requirement. Hyphenated words are technically counted as one word (I received e-mail confirmation on this). A quick and fun challenge! :)

Pushing Through

Though the sun will not shine when dark clouds align,
It is never torn asunder,
But fleet-footed joy is cautiously coy
And flees from the sound of thunder.

He rides with the stars, in fairs and bazaars,
And thrives wherever there’s laughter,
But when rain starts to fall, away he will trawl
To find the sunshine he’s after.

How silly is joy, a misguided boy,
To search for the rays of the sun
By running away from gloom-glowered day
Before the storm has begun.

For the sun’s always there behind clouds of despair,
And it’s through these clouds one must run;
To break through the pain, you must swim through the rain
To embrace the warmth of the sun.

Nevermore

Once I was a raven slacking, when I thought that I’d go thwacking,
Beholden to a long-forgotten promise I could not ignore.
Soon I heard a distant mumbling of somebody softly grumbling
That someone outside was tumbling, tumbling on his treacherous door.
I thought it strange the words he spoke, grumbling ’bout his treacherous door -
But still I thought, I would implore.

It was in the dead of winter and I had just got a splinter,
Knocking in the shadow of the dreams that had come once before.
Wistfully, I longed for summer, but instead I played a drummer,
Drumming as the newest comer, comer that sought to implore
For the days of gold and amber that I lost but still adore -
Days I lost but still adore.

How the whistling wind was whipping frozen feathers, boldly nipping,
Chilled me – willed me with an urge so strong it shook me to the core.
Thus insisting, I kept thwacking, manners though seemed to be lacking
As somebody kept on yakking and would not open the door -
A foolish someone kept on yakking and would not open the door -
A window then I would explore.

It opened with a zealous blow; a face from summers long ago
Was staring wildly at me like he’d never seen me once before.
I proudly stepped into the room and found myself inside a tomb;
The living dead here seemed to bloom unhappily above the door.
I sat myself beside a ghost now frozen blind above the door,
And then I quoted, “Nevermore”.

The only word my lady left me when she faded, weeping gently,
Asking me to send it for her to the one beyond this door;
But madness lurked behind these eyes, accusing me of willful lies,
He filled the room with all his cries of a lady named Lenore;
But this was not her name, my lady, oh how cruel to call Lenore -
My lady waits now nevermore.

Written for Daily Prompt: Homage.

Copyright 2013 © Sonya Annita Song

When It Breaks: A Triolet and Challenge

When It Breaks

Trust must be handled very carefully
For when it breaks it’s never quite the same.
Intact, it’s priceless, though you cannot see,
Trust must be handled very carefully.
The smallest cracks begin in secrecy
That grow in guilt and shatter homes in shame.
Trust must be handled very carefully
For when it breaks it’s never quite the same.

The Challenge

Instructions on writing a triolet:

  1. There are a total of 8 lines with two different repeating lines:
    • The 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat.
    • The 2nd and 8th lines repeat.
  2. The rhyme scheme is ABaAabAB. The capital letters represent the repeating lines.
  3. Commonly written with 8 syllables per line, as in The Tiger Knight, or 10 syllables, as in When It Breaks.

Here I will highlight the patterns:

Trust must be handled very carefully
For when it breaks it’s never quite the same.
Intact, it’s priceless, though you cannot see,
Trust must be handled very carefully.
The smallest cracks begin in secrecy
That grow in guilt and shatter homes in shame.
Trust must be handled very carefully
For when it breaks it’s never quite the same.

This is an excellent form for building upon a particular theme or subject. Once you have your two repeating lines, you only have 3 more lines to write! The challenge is in fitting everything together so it makes sense.

Have fun with it and I can’t wait to see what you can do with this form! As always, your poems will be added to the challenge post along with the links to your blog and poem.

If you like what you read, please follow the link in the title and “like” it there too. :)
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Decadence

In anger night unfolds her sheath
just to cover our nakedness
lapping this gleaming decadence
In anger night unfolds her sheath
ashamed to see the evidence
which the stars sadly bear witness
In anger night unfolds her sheath
Just to cover our nakedness

  Celestine Nudanu

Change

Change can be a tricky customer
It creeps up, takes you by surprise,
Though you know it’s inevitable.
Change can be a tricky customer
To any unsuspecting new comer
Who ventures and fails to surmise
Change can be a tricky customer
It creeps up, takes you by surprise

  summerstommy

His Sacred Vow

His life and death His sacred vow
His love washes over my soul
His blood covers now to allow
His life and death His sacred vow
His life teaches us daily how
His death keeps us from evil sheol
His life and death His sacred vow
His love washes over my soul

  Shards of Dubois

I Fear the Rain

I fear the rain, for I love his fierce touch
And the comfort I find in his whisper
But after the storm I shiver so much
I fear the rain, for I love his fierce touch
On the friction my fists grasp in their clutch
So abandoned when the skies turn crisper
I fear the rain for I love his fierce touch
And the comfort I find in his whisper

  NCV

Gridlock

Heading west is rough when the sun goes down.
Bright sun glare catches you right in the eyes.
Traffic heads home as they rush out of town.
Heading west is rough when the sun goes down.
All the cars in your way can make you frown.
Gridlock – sometimes it crawls, sometimes it flies.
Heading west is rough when the sun goes down.
Bright sun glare catches you right in the eyes.

  dflorack

Sand Trap

Distraught inside an hourglass
Shoveling sand to make time last
So much time has already pass
Distraught inside an hourglass
Can’t let go of the life he has
Soon a dark shadow will be cast
Distraught inside an hourglass
Shoveling sand to make time last

  syl65

Marble Cheese

Seems that art can be anything
from broken glass to marble cheese
maybe good taste is vanishing
seems that art can be anything
one mustn’t be condescending
though this modern art might not please
seems that art can be anything
from broken glass to marble cheese

  Bastet

Warriors

Do not dismiss, do not forget:
All of us are warriors inside;
Not all battles produce bloodshed,
Do not dismiss, do not forget.
I can smile, you laugh, and yet
Our mind is filled with endless strife;
Do not dismiss, do not forget –
All of us are warriors inside.

  Jashaél

That Illumined Thought

I long to drink of that illumined Thought
That shall transform my dark night into day.
This imprisoned mind, I want it no more
I long to drink of that illumined Thought:
A ferry straight to eternity’s shore.
So dissatisfied with this mortal play
I long to drink of that illumined Thought
That shall transform my dark night into day

  Rexie

Like Sunshine On a Cloudy Day

Like Sunshine On a Cloudy Day
Like sunshine on a cloudy day
Every time you smile at me
Blessing me when you look my way
Like sunshine on a cloudy day
Angels sing and the babies play
And my captive heart is set free
Like sunshine on a cloudy day
Every time you smile at me

  ©Saleem Safdar, 2013

The Ripper

He ripped hearts out with ghoulish glee,
and set them in a golden cage,
Enslaving captives just set free.
He ripped hearts out with ghoulish glee
and pierced each vein, each artery
Of nymphs that let affection age.
He ripped hearts out with ghoulish glee
and set them in a golden cage

  Oluwadunni

My Comforter

The Father wipes my tears and weeps for me,
Accepts my yoke and embraces my pain.
His touch I feel, His hands I do not see.
The Father wipes my tears and weeps for me,
Whispers in voices soothing like the breeze
After washing my eyes with Heaven’s rain.
The Father wipes my tears and weeps for Me,
Accepts my yoke and embraces my pain.

  Oluwadunni

No Greater Love

Than this greater love has no one
For a friend to lay down one’s life
After all that is said and done
Than this greater love has no one
Keep this commandment from the Son
Alleviate the pain and strife
Than this greater love has no one
For a friend to lay down one’s life.

  awomansaved

Self-Belief

I’m the only thing that stops me,
I constructed that glass ceiling.
Sometimes I’m blind. I cannot see
That I’m the only thing that stops me.

If I surge, ambition’s set free
Winning is there for the taking;
I’m the only thing that stops me,
I constructed that glass ceiling.

  Pooky

More About the Moon

Oh, tell me more about the moon,
and why she holds me in a rapture,
and why she comes and goes so soon,
oh, tell me more about the moon,
why, when she shines into a room
every eye is held in capture,
oh, tell me more about the moon,
and why she holds me in a rapture.

  Nigel G

Tyrant Morning

Don’t, tyrant morning, call on me again,
while I am in the arms of healing sleep,
or beckon me to rise with mournful rain.
Don’t, tyrant morning, call on me again.
Don’t stab me with a needle point of pain,
or drag me from a slumber soft and deep.
Don’t, tyrant morning, call on me again,
while I am in the arms of healing sleep.

  Nigel G

My Blogging Triolet

Blogging is sometimes hard to do,
Especially for a newbie.
Achieving success is tough, too.
Blogging is sometimes hard to do.
Writing a perfect post that’s new -
Original is not easy -
Blogging is sometimes hard to do,
Especially for a newbie.

  Lorraine Reguly

Hollow Heart

By moon and smell of chimney smoke,
I walk the earth with hollow heart.
I swear my love for you bespoke,
By moon and smell of chimney smoke,
The truth shall life itself invoke
As death of man and bees impart,
By moon and smell of chimney smoke
I walk the earth with hollow heart.

  Shainbird

A Special Season (Triolet-2)

Autumn is a special season;
Just a glimpse of heaven’s glory.
Pumpkins bright and leaves of crimson;
Autumn is a special season.
We now rejoice for good reason;
As each breeze whispers His story.
Autumn is a special season;
Just a glimpse of heaven’s glory.

As the winds grow colder each day,
Upon the drying leaves, I dance.
God’s world a fiery array;
As the winds grow colder each day.
Pirouetting in God’s ballet;
It’s our beautiful fall romance.
As the winds grow colder each day,
Upon the drying leaves, I dance.

  Skye

Heady Dreams

From high above the stars and moon
Where heady dreams, their dust drifts down,
My love blows kisses—snow falls soon.
From high above the stars and moon,
Wishes sparkle; ‘mid sand, are strewn:
Diamonds cast off sea angel’s crown,
From high above the stars and moon—
Where heady dreams, their dust drifts down.

  ©Caddo J Veil, 2013

Muse or Not

My muse is such a fickle thing,
When she is here, it feels like spring,
A charming and uplifting boss,
But when she’s gone I’m at a loss.
I ask my words to come outside,
But no, they say, they have their pride.
They claim that it’s a holiday,
And all they want to do is play.
“But why?” I ask. “Why not for me?”
They say because they work for free.
“Your muse,” they vow, “is much more fun
And knows best how to get things done,
But when she’s gone, you poke and prod
And seem confused.” They gravely nod.
But muse or not, I’ll drag them out
And hope they work instead of pout.

When Pigs Fly

I have a flying pig at home
Who’s going through his teenage years.
He stays out late and chews my gnome
And when it’s bath time, disappears.
I don’t know what to do with him.
He never does his chores on time,
But every now and then, on whim,
I’ll hear him sing a joyful rhyme:

I am a flying pig, it’s true.
I love to soar up in the sky.
I may blend in, I’m also blue
And white – you have to train your eye.
It bugs me when I hear the phrase,
“When pigs fly”, as if they never do.
I want to cry out, Upward gaze!
I’m flying here, but why aren’t you?

Farewell

Not goodbye, no, not goodbye,
Instead, I’ll say farewell,
For I will meet you once again
In heaven or in hell.

If heaven be our meeting place,
Let all the angels sing,
And we will live within the glow
Of ever bursting spring.

If not in heaven but in hell
We meet one day below,
Then I will cry for joy because
My heaven’s where you go.

So not goodbye, no, not goodbye,
Instead, I fare thee well,
For I will meet you once again
In heaven, not in hell.

Inspired by Pooky’s poem, Not Goodbye. Thank you so much for the inspiration, Pooky! :)

No One Else: A Quatern and Challenge

No One Else

When sheltered by the gracious skies,
The world around us melts away.
The stars that shine into our eyes
Reflect the light of buried day.

We disappear into the night
When sheltered by the gracious skies,
The moon an arching hue of white
Embraced by black in breathless rise.

We cannot hear the hateful cries
That sting our ears and pierce us through;
When sheltered by the gracious skies,
There’s no one else but me and you.

A secret world for us awaits
Where we are free from all disguise;
Acceptance found, fear dissipates
When sheltered by the gracious skies.

The Challenge

Instructions on writing a quatern:

  1. There are a total of 16 lines with four 4-line stanzas (quatrains).
  2. There are 8 syllables per line.
  3. The repeating line (refrain) occurs 4 times, in lines 1, 6,  11,  and 16.
  4. It does not have to rhyme.
  5. If you choose to rhyme, the rhyme scheme is flexible.
    • The rhyme scheme of In Waves is Aabb aAcc ddAa eeaA.
    • The rhyme scheme of No One Else is Abab cAca adAd eaeA.
    • The capital “A” in the rhyme schemes above denotes the refrain.

Next I will highlight the patterns.

When sheltered by the gracious skies,
The world around us melts away.
The stars that shine into our eyes
Reflect the light of buried day.

We disappear into the night
When sheltered by the gracious skies,
The moon an arching hue of white
Embraced by black in breathless rise.

We cannot hear the hateful cries
That sting our ears and pierce us through;
When sheltered by the gracious skies,
There’s no one else but me and you.

A secret world for us awaits
Where we are free from all disguise;
Acceptance found, fear dissipates
When sheltered by the gracious skies.

If you have abstained from previous challenges, this would be a great starting point as it is a relatively easier form to work with than the others, and it doesn’t have to rhyme.

I look forward to reading your wonderfully unique quaterns! Your poems will be added to the challenge post along with the links to your blog and poem.

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The Road to Heaven

As we walk the road to heaven
Everyday dawns a new lesson
Pride’s death is our tale of woe
When we surrender and let go

To rid ourselves of the leaven
As we walk the road to heaven
Willingly we must heed His call
As He lifts us from the fall

To be courageous and be strong
Standing against the enemy’s throng
As we walk the road to heaven
Knowing our hearts He will strengthen

Sometimes He will let us stumble
To keep us ever so humble
And grateful that He is sovereign
As we walk the road to heaven.

  awomansaved

Tangerine Sky

Beneath the cool, tangerine sky,
I dream of the gleam in your eye.
Gazing upon tide’s crimson hue,
I see your smile; I still feel you.

In longing solitude am I,
Beneath the cool, tangerine sky.
In a breeze I hear your whisper,
Gentle waves hold haunting laughter.

Memories ripple as a stone;
Wistful thoughts lingering alone.
Beneath the cool, tangerine sky,
On gossamer wings they now fly.

Somewhere upon a distant shore,
Do you think of me anymore?
Tears mix with the tide, as I cry,
Beneath the cool, tangerine sky.

  Skye

Untitled

The bells sound, another one gone
Yielding to the typhoon of thoughts
They were so sure, they were not strong
We failed as they tied the knots

Shovel the earth, dig up the dirt
The bells sound, another one gone
A head on your lap, a bloody shirt
They’ve been suffering far too long

Balancing life on empty songs
The shattered smiles of broken hopes
The bells sound, another one gone
Falling down while bound to their ropes

Filling up graves faster than light
Of those who could not carry on
There on the edge, filled only with freight
The bells sound, another one gone

  Jared Meijer

Feline Nature

Daily I walked alone and free
And problems I had not a one.
Living and working just for me,
Everything was much more fun.

I managed my time as I pleased
Daily I walked alone and free
No one to blandish or appease
None with whom I’d to disagree

With him there’s little space for me,
For I have a feline’s nature.
Daily I walked alone and free,
Limitations don’t make me purr.

Always to have to compromise
Just makes me want to shout and flee
Return to feline paradise…
Daily I walked alone and free.

  Bastet

Four Seasons

Riding the wind up to the stars,
Magical horses with gold manes,
Carry the faeries to spring fairs
Lightly they will play their bodhráns.

Season feasting comes once again.
Riding the wind up to the stars.
Of magic and bright summer days
I and my true love now will sing,
.
No man knows from whither we come
Nor whither we shall someday go.
Riding the wind up to the stars,
Now hark, bodhráns will play in fall.

I lay me down weary of life,
For no faeries nor magic lives.
I’ll dream winter dreams then I’ll go,
Riding the wind up to the stars.

  Bastet

Tomorrows Passing

Haunted by tomorrows passing,
Streams of tears overflow today.
Love’s alluring kiss is missing,
Has been amiss for many days.

All hope is gone with silence spent,
Haunted by tomorrows passing,
Two hearts asunder, broken, rent,
Cast aside in moments wishing.

Day is lost to hopeless musing
And dreams of pleasured nights, we two
Haunted by tomorrows passing,
Alone, in mind, from one so true.

In spirit realm our souls abide,
Honest, forthright, gift of blessing.
Two, united, no longer hide
Haunted by tomorrows passing.

  scottishmomus

Almost a Quatern

There is a space
within the face
that shows what feels
under the skin

When out about
There is a space
That I seek out
For contact to begin

Look for signs
Of inward minds
There is a space
Connected to within

Just go anywhere
And you can share
Whether sigh or grin
There is a space

  wbdeejay

An Unrhymed Quatern

All is truly well that ends well
Like earth and her dearest of souls,
Who shall blossom after the storm
And rejoice, and thrive evermore.

In the light of the aftermath,
All is truly well that ends well.
Now we shall hear the wedding bell
For a lover and the gentle maid

Whose bondage blooms with passing time,
Despite all pains of yesteryear,
All is truly well that ends well.
We shall forget all chores of life

And sing with pride, a song of praise
To the Maker in His great pomp,
It is indeed a joyous day,
All is truly well that ends well.

  Lancelot

Sovereign Thoughts

Clear thoughts by sovereignty proclaim
Over eyes, ears, parts, limbs and tongue
To stand high above mortal fame
And bring about a world unsung.

Ships of dreams and of fools set sail,
Clear thoughts by sovereignty proclaim
Human faculties become frail
Chasing rabbits to an endgame.

Beauty disembarks without blame
And youth hides deep in memory.
Clear thoughts by sovereignty proclaim
Urgency for philosophy.

The seat of imagination -
Journeys without a step, remain.
Never abandon true station,
Clear thoughts by sovereignty proclaim.

  ©2013 Shainbird

Coping With the Unavoidable Passing of Time

I compromise my truth with lies
in order to take step after
step, breath after breath, caressing
illusions with death after death.

Grasping at a fantasy as
I compromise my truth with lies
for illusions sooth the pain of
a soul that can’t accept that life

is ticking toward completion
– victimize every lesson as
I compromise my truth with lies.
Bent on self-destruction instead

of realization of the truth;
perceptions are all moot when to
great lengths I’ll go to hide, that’s why
I compromise my truth with lies.

  Sreejit Poole

Carousel

When we are on the carousel
We go up and down, ’round and ’round,
Like we’re in a trance or a spell -
The experience is profound.

Everything turns out alright
When we are on the carousel.
We’re guided by the spinning lights
And fill our bucket from the well.

We ride the ocean waves that swell
On our imaginary steeds.
When we are on the carousel
We are free of all want and need.

We play under carnival skies
And to each other secrets tell.
We get lost in each other’s eyes
When we are on the carousel.

  Saleem Safdar

Caught in the Glare

The dragon fixed its topaz eye
I felt a shiver down my spine
I froze and stifled back the cry
He didn’t move, eye locked with mine

I took a breath but could not move
The dragon fixed its topaz eye
More intensely without a move
That bejewelled eye in anger flared

As I held my sword, hoped to try
Break this bond and take back what’s mine
The dragon fixed its topaz eye
A waiting game to him was fine

But I had no such luxury
I placed down sword and watched him fly
Not going far, with love I flee
The dragon fixed its topaz eye

  Fi Anderson

Brief Shadows of Time

Hidden in brief shadows of time,
Glanced glimpse of faces, memories;
Black and white snapshots (masked-mute mime)—
Tangled in half-sleep mysteries.

What does gloved hand hold, which beckoned,
Hidden in brief shadows of time?
Benign secrets, accounts reckoned?
Ghost-love songs absent perfect rhyme?

‘Tis brass key for spice box: sage, thyme,
Blue lavender, to waft my dreams—
Hidden in brief shadows of time,
Where I wait, ‘mid unrav’ling seams.

Nothing left of this heart to break—
Chain, silver knots; shattered wind chime;
Clutching my faith, dozing to wake—
Hidden in brief shadows of time.

  ©Caddo J Veil, 2013

If I Have Left Since Yesterday

If I have left since yesterday
And chosen not my vows to pay
The Heavens would’ve screamed and grieved
Once my sword was withdrawn and sheathed

The Devil would’ve laughed and prayed
If I have left since yesterday
Scorning Angels crying over
Shameful reasons no soul abjured

The seeds would wonder day and night
Why holy grounds were much defiled
If I have left since yesterday
And chosen not to love, to stay

But to depart I did not do
For I could see: neither would you
Won’t be as strong as we’re today
If I have left since yesterday

  Jashaél

The Wings of Faith

Faith is love on sparrows wings,
as it lifts us up and we sing,
but as the days drag on and on,
we forget the wings love flies on.

We come spiraling down and see,
faith is love on sparrows wings.
Love without faith is a vile thing
it gets us stuck inside a dream.

Our hearts they crack and burn with fire,
with lonesome, idle desire.
Faith is love on sparrows wings,
but don’t get lost simply singing.

God gave us wings so we could fly,
but do not let us fly on by,
trusting our strength alone to fly.
Faith is love on sparrows wings.

  Deanna