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| What Voice Beguiles?
Posted: 7/16/2005 10:41:29 PM | What Voice Beguiles?
What voice has come to raise my dreary mood?
So young of years but sweet with daring guile;
That curve of mouth so close it pouts of brood
This waif dares tease, to tease the dare, with smiles.
Can she not see these years that wear with haste?
This breath I take is rasp with times cruel care;
Does wisdom gain where strong once held high rate?
Or cruel is life to joke with voice so fair!
The air is sweet with tastes of lilac scents,
These knees may fail with just her whispered word;
Oh my, the breath that raises bosoms vest,
I'm caught as eyes do smile so sly, her nerve;
Oh death delay beyond the coming morn,
Tonight a song I'll sing, of love re-born. | |
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| Perplexing Love
Posted: 7/18/2005 3:26:16 PM | Perplexity plays out for one and all,
When Cupid comes with arrows from above:
The stage is set; we hear that curtain call,
For, in the end, we’re not immune to love.
The postulate puts wisdom in the frame,
But far from fact this “visionary” view,
When, on that day, consuming is the flame,
With heat a hitch the likes we never knew.
The poet speaks like poets often will,
And laughs out loud, his foibles to declare:
He fell in love; he knows again he will,
So strong that need for castles in the air.
The fairytale plays out, while yet denied:
Remove that spark, the very flame has died. | |
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| A Destined Love
Posted: 7/18/2005 3:27:39 PM | When destiny decided we were one,
We had no say except to acquiesce:
The universe decides what’s getting done,
And rest assured it’s that and nothing less.
For us indeed the end result was love,
And that’s a thing we could not set aside:
The rainbow rules the heavens up above,
And, truth be told, that window’s very wide.
When came the call compliance was the key,
Resistance seen as pointless from the start:
A single path stretched out for you and me,
And that’s a thing we truly took to heart.
When destiny decided we were there,
It granted us the answer to the prayer. | |
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| Perplexing Love 2
Posted: 7/18/2005 7:37:28 PM | Thoreau4747
Perplexing Love is certainly a good read as to feel every insight from within your heart. Often poetry is not as much about understanding each word or meaning - and of your piece here I was indeed moved.
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Lindsay
13 July 2005
Where with understanding
Could true love be to hold
This flight of eternal desire landing
Awakened through mercy to unfold
Childhood memories to share
Upon a palate of unfeigned love
A picture of painting year in heart to bear
Unified in the kin of a motherhood above
Foretold as each day treasure was mercy
Grasping to happiness held to hand
With blood common to run free
Together in cheerfulness stand
Those times to pamper with gratitude in grace
Her preparation future maid portrait to face
“When love and skill work together, expect a masterpiece.”
John Ruskin
English critic, essayist, & reformer (1819 - 1900)
©2005 Regina Publications
New Zealand
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a poet who cares
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| Perplexing Love 2
Posted: 7/18/2005 7:50:03 PM | Thank you for your kind words,
poettothecars | |
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| After The Fall
Posted: 7/19/2005 8:20:02 AM | She rocked my world the way a woman might,
And I was left to hunger and to hurt,
When there befell the long and lonely night,
With that a skiff that I could never skirt.
She must have known the burdens that I bore,
Gone in so deep that she herself had wept,
With that a hold like never once before,
And that a slice for which I sorely slept.
I can’t deny the agonizing ache,
Which went beyond the muddles of the mind,
To think the time that trauma’s yet to take,
So much of her that’s always there to find.
She rocked my world the way a woman can,
I’m now a shell of what was once a man. | |
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| Sonnet Writers Unite
Posted: 7/20/2005 11:00:37 PM | Denied
The years have come to fill a decade full
I cherish not the coming of its end
These memories remembered take their toll
New love that buds declines like fashion trends
You were the one that gave my words their soul
To germinate within a lonely seed
A kiss, a touch, in baited breath they’d grow
To live to give the romance life you see
I’ve often wondered where the years have gone
The swiftness of the wind propels my life
I feel the touch of you in every song
And whisper soft your name in waning light
You are the one my heart will not let go
And I wont ever kiss you darling Rose | |
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| Sonnet Writers Unite
Posted: 7/21/2005 1:46:44 AM | Good work, PoetbyNight and Thoreau.
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I've caught the falling sands with fingers bare
as they escaped my other hand held high,
and stemmed the downward tide that heaps its cares
as lovers' meetings miss. They sit and sigh.
You come to me with arms and feelings wide,
and laughter, singing, kidding as you move
upon me, as our voice and visions glide;
no god or messenger with grim reproof.
I tally cost and consequence of those
who strike excuses when their stars go out
and justify a thin life in repose
while other lovers stand and sing and shout.
I move upon your waves of blue and green
and bless the convoluted fates unseen. | |
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| Sonnet Writers Unite
Posted: 7/21/2005 2:00:08 AM | Psst hey rory LOL Im kidding...beautiful sonnet :)This is a highly prestigious thread..:D | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
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| Sonnet writers unite.... come try your hand.
Posted: 7/21/2005 2:22:15 AM | Tell me
Does a sonnet have to be mushy and sentimental??
Or can it be also on other more mundane subjects??
I've just started reading a few to get the gist of them.
The rhyming is not a problem
But possibly the subject matter is beyond me at this stage
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| Sonnet writers unite.... come try your hand.
Posted: 7/21/2005 2:47:26 AM | Any aspect of love, longte: bitter, sentimental, lustful, pining, sad. The key is not so much the rhyming, but the iambic pentameter structure which, technically, should be adhered to consistently. Iambic (two syllables- first is short, second is stressed, making up one metrical foot) pentameter (five metrical feet per line).
and thanks, fellfrom (damm, can't edit an upside-down thumb, lol) | |
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| The Hands of Love
Posted: 7/21/2005 6:15:48 AM | You’re right, my love, I surely said I cared,
My hands held out confirming such a call,
But, then, my heart was truly what I shared,
While games you played– it mattered not at all.
On love’s estate the garden’s always green,
The roses thrive and every one’s in bloom,
The gods themselves are there to intervene,
Perchance a lapse in any one perfume.
You see, my love, this is the stuff of dream,
Which poets pen and seasons emphasize,
With this of course a spelling that’s supreme,
And these as well a wonder to our eyes.
Reviewed at length this matter, as it stands,
I was alone in reaching out my hands. | |
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| Sonnet writers unite
Posted: 7/22/2005 8:13:16 PM | longte... its not about being mushy or sentimental. Sure theres love, desire, lost love, pain of love, but pick any topic and write with an emotional purpose. Do you dare to try it, and try to get the iambic down... don't focus on the fact that it rhymes in a certain pattern because the sonnet is a whole package and not always that easy to fit together. :)
Good luck,
PS.... search on shakespearian sonnets to review, believe me when you get it you will love the result. | |
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| Sonnet writers unite
Posted: 7/26/2005 12:45:44 AM | Forever
The warm wind blows this night with lonely sighs
And summers grip holds dear this wondrous land
But I do wish in haste these days rush by
For warmth of heart will glow with hand in hand;
A week or more this dream within your arms
And nerves long gone help not to hold this wish
My trust to fate that love waits from afar
And you the gift of cupids arrows Kiss;
Although I try to hold this dream in check
Determined I will fly where north winds blow
And nothing, save a crash and tragic wreck
Will deny me, this need, this want, this goal.
Till then I’ll sing the songs of summertime
If you my love would be forever mine | |
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| Sonnet writers unite
Posted: 7/26/2005 1:32:48 AM | Love the second to last line.
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LONG DISTANCE
We sit and pine the hours away in fits
While running errands, doing dishes, held
In supine lassitude, while lovers' wits
Entwined do revel as their bodies meld.
This courting compromise does tax my strength
When I hear you on the phone again,
I want to feel your limbs pressed on my length,
Inflamed with want, with power of ten men.
So shake these shackles off, my dear, it's time
To fling this servitude of daily care
Away, as earthly revolutions prime
With vagary, their hopes and plans ensnared.
Affix your presence with me soon, my Sweet,
'Fore love's strong measures stagnate and deplete. | |
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| The Poet Writes As Yet
Posted: 7/26/2005 12:19:20 PM | Content am I to make the earth my bed,
To deem as soft my pillow made of stone,
The same to eat as if my daily bread,
But that my Muse has love for me alone!
The clouds may burst and pour upon my frame,
The open field, before me, like a flood,
A gaping wound, that festers into flame,
I’ll gladly make my refuge in the mud!
Let men grow weak upon the battlefield,
To make of them the children that they are,
When peace has come and blood has been congealed,
My Muse will glut me, then, with caviar!
Let Pegasus be called the mighty steed,
The poet writes as yet a millipede! | |
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| The Poet Writes As Yet
Posted: 7/27/2005 12:30:34 AM | rory, gotta love that last couplet.
Thoreau, amazing 'the pet Writes As yet' great flow.
good write coming out, hoping to see more. Maybe there's some other talent lurking in the shadoows.
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| The Poet Writes As Yet
Posted: 7/27/2005 1:29:09 AM | As i see through the eyes bestowed upon me
I look through each , constantly
Many things are best left ignored
They seem to come out as I get bored
The mind ever races for this im sure
Just like a fish see's food with a lure
Maybe i can visualise something to ignite
Or simply be a part of it , by leading to unite
So my words stay clear so I need not bring fear
Auto-pilot switched off , so that I can now steer
I have only two lines in which this has meaning
So listen to the point , my eyes shut from the light thats beaming
Optisism is the optical illusion for a pessimist
Pessism is the painful pleasure for an optimist | |
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| In Dreams of Peace
Posted: 7/27/2005 11:43:44 PM | In dreams of peace I feel your beating heart.
It speaks to me of wonders that I'd know:
Thereat the path as well the written chart,
By which to gauge the ways the rivers flow.
I wander far and wide in hopes I’ll find
The answers sought inside my very soul:
It's never meet to merely venture blind
Perchance you'd seek that picture, good and whole.
Unveiled the view to eyes that shine so bright –
Addressed at length the verities that are –:
The mind that's closed is shutting out the light;
The open mind is reaching for the star.
In dreams of peace the universe expands,
And Soul is known for making such demands. | |
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| The Coldest Heart
Posted: 7/29/2005 11:41:47 AM | The Coldest Heart
Is it the bitter cold or winter wind?
That steals the heat from I and loves hot flame.
This heart to be the victim of my sins;
Before I found the light of kinder ways.
Every warmth that touches these saddened eyes,
Is welcomed with a sweet and gentle kiss.
Too soon to cloud and freeze like winters sky;
Now left are memories of moment's bliss.
But you, the question of confusing dreams,
Whose words may crack my cold and frozen night?
You'll find a way to me through sewn seams,
If sprinkled love within confetti white.
So come to me and light this lovers dark,
I know your touch will thaw the coldest heart. | |
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| Lost Love
Posted: 8/3/2005 6:37:33 PM | LOST LOVE
I loved you. Passion filled the air we breathed
In long lovemaking in or out of doors,
The both of us in smiles and sweat were wreathed,
The only problem making time for more.
What was the turning point, lost ghostly Love?
The flame once blazed, then flickered, then was snuffed.
Silent, no use to search for signs above,
Past raptures mocking, say "it's never enough".
You're gone, your memory does fade and change:
I seem to see you in exalted light.
The past always illusion we arrange
To heighten beauty, and diminish slights.
Whatever, take these thoughts of you and I,
And bless your family, you, and new guy. | |
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| To Judy
Posted: 8/6/2005 8:31:15 PM | TO JUDY
I overlooked your rage and gloom, and fooled
Myself that lust would flame into a truth
I hadn't seen outside the bed, bejewelled
You'd be, and rare just like a puma's tooth.
Who were you then? Where are you now? I see
So perfectly the passion gone, and know
The torrents roaring mightily did flee
Into a vaporous exchange and flow.
A stamp of fire encrusted on my skin
Still glows a decade later when there's kept
A memory that's held, though no one wins
Our past of love, as others intercept.
Your body haunts my dreams from time to time.
The lovers hold amidst the unknown crimes. | |
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Joined: 1/19/2005
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| Sonnet writers unite.... come try your hand.
Posted: 8/7/2005 6:35:17 AM | daddy's got a bottle
daddy's got a bottle and mama's got a bruise
and little baby sister, knows not what to do
she heads out to the playground as three years olds will do
but when she sits upon the swing, she's singing only blues
daddy starts a yelling and mama's kneeling gloom
while little baby sister hides inside here room
she crawls beneath the covers and shivers as she cries
when morning light comes shining through, mama has black eyes
daddy's got a bottle and mama's got a bruise
and little baby sister knows not what to do
her belly aches from hunger, famine is her nights
cause daddy's got his bottle, no milk for her tonight
daddy's got a bottle and mama's got a bruise
and little baby sister, never made the news | |
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| Sonnet writers unite.... come try your hand.
Posted: 8/8/2005 5:39:37 PM | FOR ERIN
I gave, and tore a strip of self-made pride
And joined your world of fam'ly cares and woes
While stopping words so bold I tried to hide,
As wound up, self-absorbed, you picked your foes.
A clear mistake, we parted after one
Short year, the thrills tapped out and gone like trains
Through smoky canyons whistling forlorn none
Could see when boarding, chucking ropes and chains.
You disappeared like passengers aboard,
Behind those freight car windows, finally
So mute when tired of swinging solo swords
In air becoming stale that was so free.
Your constantly congested mind in clouds;
No rest till coffin's covered in the shroud. | |
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| Sonnet writers unite.... come try your hand.
Posted: 8/14/2005 4:27:31 PM | Here is a sonnet that requires Shakespearian pronouncian or the final couplet doesn't rhyme. I have no children so I don't know where this poem came from. I'd been reading a great deal of John Donne beforehand though.
My Son
Look at my son, how grand is he
Greater than I, my pride he be
Tall strong and intelligent, ay
Lasses swoon when he is nigh
His fathers gift he has for sure
Both hand and heart steady and pure
A tongue of silver like my own
For it the lasses cry and moan
I would thank the heavens above
For a son I am proud to love
Like his mother gentle and wise
You see his soul in his blue eyes
Though it will hurt when I die
Through him I will live eternity | |
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