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Dungeons of the Soul

Beware the secrets castles keep,
In empty chambers tucked away,
Within your soul they do not sleep.

There, quietly within they creep
Kept hidden from the light of day.
Beware the secrets castles keep.

Lost down behind where conscience weeps
The secrets know they cannot stay.
Within your soul they do not sleep.

Through many walls it slowly seeps
Till when our peace becomes the prey.
Beware the secrets castles keep.

We're warned that what we sow we reap.
At harvest time we'll have to pay.
Within your soul they do not sleep.

Loud echos from within betray
The secret truths that were delayed.
Beware the secrets castles keep.
Within your soul they do not sleep.


Craig Cornish Written 3/23/2013
In more of a 19th century form using tetrameter


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Violet

VIOLET

If only blue and red came together,			
to build a violet colour instead,
then our lives will certainly be better.

The sides of politics will not matter,
no more deceit and gross lies will be spread,
if only blue and red came together.

If sports rivals did not turn game wreckers,
and accepted defeats with a calm head
then our lives will certainly be better.

Red and blue coats in battle forever,
throughout all of history this is read,
if only blue and red came together.

If both husband and wife kept their measure,
and family feuds where fixed before bed,
then our lives will certainly be better

If we spelt each word letter by letter,
and foresaw misunderstanding ahead,
if only blue and red came together,
then our lives will certainly be better.


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From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands

From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands.
Comely words of comfort put the comma in the gray;
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands.

Hesitating white clouds meet the night`s dark commands,
But bring the dawn`s serenity for the a golden bay;
From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands

Luminous black jack oak stopped the moving sands;
The winding road might have danced on the hills` clay;
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands


Recollections` last wave in the glass blowers` light stay,
Smiling from Spring Lake to Thistle Shimmer`s way, 
From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands, 

Pine Barrens` silken grasses are kissed by birds of height,
Chateau Inn looks at the grave laurel and blueberry gay, 
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands.
In Paradise, rivers flow under Blueberry Month` sight.


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Cruel Ballet

An open window frames a scene        
Compelled obsession’s wistful sway
A metaphor imbues my dream

Entranced a moth, in porch lights gleam
Around it flits, a cruel ballet
An open window frames a scene

Alone at night, the same routine
Your heart within a glass display
A metaphor imbues my dream

Unaware the faux flame's scheme
A driven urge the moth replays
An open window frames a scene

With fettered will and pull extreme 
Your gravity of soul persuades
A metaphor imbues my dream

The glass I stroke as slumber weans 
In crushing heat I fall away  
An open window frames a scene
A metaphor imbues my dream

Chopped II Contest 
Includes:
A Moth
A Porch Light
You Alone
An Open Window
-10 Nov 2014-