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Dark Grace


The asphalt of the ghost, deserted town is old and split,
my thoughts it claims upon the edges of sky's foreign moons,
I saw redemptive souls emerging from the depths of wit,
designs that winters form with interlaced on walls, festoons.

The Mistral blows (my soul), new paths defines and ridges crowns,
inside the dreams embeds the windy drawls and teenage years,
my mind foresees, its state to evolute and be renown,
while my December eyes become, reflectors of cold's tears.

Along those roads, deserted towns become a threaded toy,
of Mistral calls, a song abandoned in a bard's old tale,
unerringly be whistled by the ghosts and gusts' decoy.
alike the blowing winds (my soul), stand tall, in their assail.

She drifts in Mists! A cotton fog and mystery's versed text,
upon a sculptured bark, her promised vision I inhale,
Was I so handsome in her eyes, dimension thus convex,
a splashing wave upon her wharf and she, the night's dark veil?

I saw her form surpassing voices' amplitude and fast
on skyward billows of adjoining rains thenceforth to glide,
was pre-designed and coarse the destiny her beauty passed,
in emptiness wind-gates that led to naught, in fog to hide.

Befallen Angels then transformed time's masquerade to wings,
I saw my soul to stare at the buffoon's dark colored face
Inside the winds, a marionette he was without the strings,
- oh, her aphotic eyes that stared in me, and her dark grace!

© G.V. 10-02-2013 All rights reserved
(Iambic Heptameter - Quatorzain)

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Wanderings of Soul

Wanderings of soul



Couldn't see the colour of the sky,
Nor the birds, their flight so high,
The greens were lost in twilight,
Didn't you see tears in my eyes ?

My stray soul that still wanders,
Passion swamps mind that ponders,
Parallel walk yet no greet,
Will the two banks ever meet ?

Vibrant dreams await fulfil,
Desires in heart deep instil,
Quell pain of eternity,
Do I live infinity ?

Till wrinkles on skin appear,
Emotions to mind will steer,
Till rainbow in sky will fade,
Can I beat my weary jade ?

Wanderings of soul will end,
Love if you could just pretend,
Your lie would be worth a price,
Can't you see tears in my eyes ?







Written December 7th, 2014
Iambic heptameter 
For contest 'Iambic verse' by Giorgio A.V.


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A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH

A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH The silky pearly-white soft skin, beneath her comb's dark beams and her intriguing olive eyes' attentive, thoughtful gaze, behind the night's befalling veil, with elegance supreme, like mystic crypts enchant the men and cause infernal blaze. Involuntarily transmits her messages across a forest nymph expands her spell beneath the moonlight's phase, beguiles the thoughts; romantic dream her cherry lips of gloss the nightly creatures stuns and laws of reason disobeys. Untamed, a diamond in the rough, the nymph in darkness shines without a partner to escort her dance beneath the sky, denies to coexist with men, proposals she declines, and so belongs to breezy streams, that lift her image high. © Olive Eloisa Guillermo, 08-20-2014, All Rights Reserved (Quatorzain or Iambic heptameter

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A song of songs

on the verge of love,
mutual discovery unveiled
in their secret world;
lips to lips ,sealed,
hearts in passion pound
ardour's whispers sound;
need unchains desire,
pleasure's fever fans a fire,
each flame thrusting higher;
in duet's crescendo choir
realisation exceeds hope,
promise, with trust elope;

enchantment metamorphose
as love,sublime,grows 

Note:
a quatorzain is a stanza or poem of fourteen lines

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A Requiem verse

nothing moves,
silence!
echos of voices,past
awake!
faces appear,then
depart!
a tear trickles,
slowly!
the music plays,
faintly!
emotion erupts,
again!

regret whispers,
in pain!

Note:
a quatorzain is a stanza or poem of fourteen lines

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Colours of Rainbow

Colours of rainbow

Clouds when veil the mighty sun,
Morning seems so dull and wet,
Rainy day can be much fun,
Joy that tiny drops beget,

Colourful umbs run on roads,
Footpath forgets carefree walk,
Evening croak of frogs and toads,
Resting calm of a skylark!

Scent of water freshens life,
Enjoying work isn't child's play,
Woe bygone and so is strife,
As if joys will ever stay!

Rainbow colours bring sunshine,
Vibrancy touches each mind!



Iambic heptameter
Written September 28th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Joined soup on May 16th, 2013
For contest 'Structured forms- Iambic verse II' by Giorgio A V


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Teen Pregnany

                                                 Teen Pregnancy


Have they forgotten about condoms
how long is this going to go on
Should we offer them some

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Nostalgia-Song of the Expatriate

(I'm 
an 
Indian 
lassie, 
was 
born 
in 
West 
Africa, 
(Nigeria), 
Grew 
up 
in 
South 
Africa 
(Swaziland) 
and 
currently 
live 
in 
East 
Africa. 
(Tanzania). 
So 
I 
live 
in 
Daresalam, 
near 
the 
Indian 
Ocean.


I 
might 
be 
like 
any 
other 
expatriate, 
desirous 
of 
their 
homeland
Upon 
my 
country's 
soil 
fervently 
wishing 
to 
stand.
I 
can't 
help 
feeling 
profusely 
foreigner
in 
this 
highly 
foreign 
land
I'd 
give 
anything 
to 
go 
back, 
say 
even 
be 
a 
mariner
for 
there's 
an 
ocean 
to 
cross 
before 
familiar 
sand.

An 
ocean 
with 
dear 
motherland's 
name
greets 
me 
all 
the 
way 
here 
with 
tantalizing 
lure
Tiring 
me 
of 
nostalgia's 
seemingly 
endless 
game
reminding 
the 
distance 
between 
the 
shores 
is 
galore!

Everything 
here 
seems 
just 
too 
alien 
and 
foreign
The 
air 
seems 
foreign 
punctuated 
by 
exotic 
birds
In 
this 
land 
I 
still 
feel 
as 
if 
lost 
in 
some 
warren
and 
the 
foreign 
language 
- 
I'm 
at 
a 
loss 
for 
words!

I 
feel 
estranged 
and 
disoriented, 
struck 
with 
nostalgia
though 
I 
might 
not 
be 
such 
a 
patriot 
any 
more
The 
awaited 
journey 
to 
India 
from 
Tanzania
to 
reach 
familiar 
ground 
of 
lakhs 
and 
crore.

Ah, 
the 
welcoming 
scenes 
of 
my 
homeland
always 
so 
enticing 
and 
inviting
It 
might 
seem 
surprising 
that 
for 
me 
she's 
a 
dreamland
but 
a 
desire 
to 
go 
back, 
since 
ages 
I've 
been 
fighting.

I'm 
home-
sick, 
waiting 
so 
long 
to 
be 
back 
home
There's 
no 
place 
like 
home-
sweet-
home
Here 
I 
feel 
I've 
lost 
my 
tracks
Like 
a 
homeless 
wanderer 
do 
I 
roam.

As 
here 
I 
feel 
no 
less 
like 
a 
Gulliver 
on 
his 
travels
yet 
to 
rehabilitate 
from 
homesickness 
might 
take 
a 
lifetime
For now, I can merely 
sing of motherland's 
marvels
and wait soberly for fate 
and destiny's chime.

But an underlying truth 
here: I feel alienated 
everywhere
as if I hailed from No-
man's-land
They think I neither 
blend with the Indian 
nor 
the african
but hope they respect 
my very individual brand.

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Origional quote

Life in the fast lane ends up with you being the lead car,
in a slow moving funeral procession. 
J. K. Chenevert 1995

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Contemplation

Today is a contemplative day.
Not a day of joy but of thought.
A wrestling of sorts within.
I hope to find some clarity.

What lies have I told to myself?
What have I chosen to believe?
Can there be escape from myself?
I hope that the answer is yes.

So I sit thinking of my days
Into which cup I'm pouring life
Is there time to hold something back
Or have the sands blown away

All the answers I thought I knew
Now they seem like a cosmic joke
Still there's a difference I can make
All I need is courage to change
 


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THE WRONG PERCEPTION

Sex is not love as assumed...
so what's it's purpose?
To multiply?

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HORSES ARE HEROES

I've always admired 
horses
and I guess I most surely 
always will
No legend without em' 
complete
The unsung heroes of 
any heroic battle

Pony, colt, filly or mare
ride it bareback if you 
dare

Ride them to a trot, ride 
them to a canter
your beast of burden yet 
be fair with the 
horsewhip
Dön't think it cannot 
throw you off
just coz' your feet are 
secured in the stirrup

A horse is so handsome, 
graceful and royal
Know you've harnessed 
a stately, princely animal
Tis surely a conveyance 
both regal and loyal
Hooves and horseshoes 
have trodden paths since 
times immemorial.

Whether twas the 
magnificent Moghuls or 
the mighty maharajas
tis horses who added to 
their pomp and glamour
The knights, squires and 
musketeers
all needed horses too for 
any show of valour

I ardently admire the 
noble appearance
of the silky maned 
Arabian horse of 
elegance
Described as a  powerful 
white beauty with 
flowing manes and tails
To me a horse with 
dashing, equine charisma
altogether of admirable 
build and countenance

On these majestic yet 
stalwart stallions
depended the victory 
feats of most battalions
No victory or history 
without horseback 
power
The horse is indeed the 
heroic champ of 
champions

As for food feed it 
fodder
Hallowed be the stables
for this fauna of the 
fables
But be not harsh with 
the halter

Stroke its mane or its 
muzzle
The rider seated in its 
saddle

And the rider goes a' 
walloping
as the gelding goes a' 
galloping.

Ah and there goes a 
jockey in his jodhpurs
racing in a livery of 
racing spurs

Thus a more flattering 
sporting exercise is the 
equestrian
esp if compared to the 
jogging pedestrian

And then to have a look 
at horsey hues
coats in shades of 
mustard, magenta and 
maroon

Feel that velvet touch of 
nature's velveteen
Tis universally admired, 
that glossy brown sheen

The bridle and the reins 
on this regal being seem 
quite ironic and unfit to 
me
But it is indeed quite a 
task to tame
that wild mustang hued 
in deep mahogany

Famous heroic horses 
that've ridden into the 
present
from the anals of history
and I'll mention those 
well-known to me
They're Al-Boraq, the 
Zuljanah, the wooden 
Trojan horse and the 
Xanthus
Some real remarkable 
horses, others more 
legendary
They do deserve such 
fabled epic and fuss

Horses are heroes no one 
can deny
and while horsecarts 
mightn't have units of 
horsepower
but a foal shall grow into 
a steed as time goes by
when it shall welcome on 
its back the rider

Hearken em' horses 
neigh, whinny snort or 
nicker
Have been mounted both 
by villains and hero riders

There riding on smooth 
sandy dunes or even 
coarse gorse
Clip clop go the hooves 
of the heroic horse.

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Echoes of The Heart

Brows  from the west wind, clinch and glint abreast.
Bracelet she wears,rocks rhythm to country's souls.
Her coloured oval Lips subtle the thought
That she braises when it comes to domestics.

Her subdue touch and crutch are her good sorts.
Echoes of the heart, the chance that chest should date
With no vowel vague; and apprehensive to many.
Lo and behold certified and satisfactory core.

When we she built up beauty with peace
Our hearts long for day by day to feel and see?
Despite giant writes and intact punchy speeches,
Yet her dumb and deaf jokers move no inch.
When will her peaceful procreations procreate peace?
When will are heterogeneous veins vaunt brotherhood?
When will her crowns suffice  apartheid recurrences?
Or peace will dwell after the extinct of all her utterances?
~A.O~

Entered into: Gail Angel 
Doyle's "Echoes of The Heart" Contest.

 


 


 


 

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Secrets

SECRETS

Breaking shackles of restraint
Is love the lost key?
Heart opened?

FADE TO GREY

I gave away tomorrow
So you have today?
This in lieu?

MECHANICAL RESPONSE

The clock on the wall ticks on
Yet my heart does not?
Sick of life?

Copyright 2014
Harry J Horsman 2014

For Dr Ram's Quinzaine contest.

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DISGUISING GENDER

They dislike their manliness and hide their
gender under women's flashy clothes...  
who are they?

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SLEEP WHAT SLEEP

The rooster crows Heralding a new dawn Yet sleep is beyond me That basic human need has deserted me Leaving me in a whirlwind of thoughts Contemplating, scheming For what else can I do? Reminiscing, remembering What else is there for me? Musing, pondering How else can I survive? When all that I ever wanted, All that I ever dreamt of Vaporized into a noxious smoke When all that ever contented me Is gone in a puff of smoke When mine nights are restless And the nightmares keep me up Where then can I get more dreams? How then can I ever hope? When I am this close to my demise When mine existence is all but useless How can I ever sleep? Without the hope of ever Holding her in my arms How can I ever dream? When the anticipation has grown cold And my future looks bleak. Why then should I sleep? When the dreams turn to nightmares How can I ever sleep? Without the hope of ever seeing her smile again Without her, Who sang me lullabies with that soporific voice Can I ever sleep? Without the hope of dreaming of her Tell me, What is love really? Memories? Recriminations and regrets? Pain? That agonizing pain? Would that I had known, Would I ever have loved? Would I ever have dreamt? Would I ever have hoped? Mine pneuma is vexed The questions never end The answers are never found And sleep is still beyond me My eyes in the darkness, Open to a beautiful vision A vision of my persecutor She whose heart I broke, She whose pain I authored The girl who I love so much She whose memory gives me no respite She whose departure has stolen my sleep, The only one who can exorcize my ghosts And bring back sanity to my heart Guess I have to live with the pain Till eternity and beyond! Guess I have to cohabit with my memories Till the very end of time Guess I have to live with the hallucinations Till she finds it in her heart to forgive me And to love me as I always will Guess I have to put up with the sleeplessness Till the emotion subsides IF IT EVER WILL! Then I will sleep!

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Concept


Simplicity of concept
Beautiful and enough
And truth
Is true beauty and enough

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The All-Clear

Perhaps, I might be blind at anytime,
The present, I know, I'd beaten the time.
Though then, I was down in the dumps
Now, I cocks an ear and eye at the pumps.
Now, I'm not living in cloud cuckoo land,
I behold facts in what is my hand.
Power shouldn't hold onto word-smith,
But should be based on the worldly-wise,
With the think-thank aides and not filth.
That 'll keep cries in check for the rise.
If you can't beat them, convince them
And not to turn your back like Satan.
Set the pace for those at the helm
And don't keep back plans as though isn't your clan.

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                      RAISIN CANE

There was a dried-up grape who became uncaring and overbearing
So one might say he became one brazen raisin
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Top Gun

 quatrozain 

The year is nineteen hundred eighty-six,
the biggest action, music, plots play through.
Behold the crowds are raving, buying ticks!
Top Gun, the movie’s here and overdue.

While brave Tom Cruise, the hero, rims the sky,
it’s really only stuntmen on those planes.
And to be sure, a romance follows nigh -
the female fans expect that love will reign.

Parental guidance warns some shoddy talk,
which gives the picture young adult appeal.
The sexy scenes are clean as new white chalk;
a final song provides nostalgic feel.

The mix for Top Gun 2, as yet unknown -
they must incorporate a role for drones.


Reason A. Poteet
09 Oct 2014
 iambic pentameter  for Giorgio's Contest III

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Modern life

Modern life

When goodness grows at snails pace,
When kindness in the life suffers,
And shrewdness keeps winning race,
And cheating and ditch buffers,

When best friends misunderstand,
When a dear one breaks your heart,
And foes closer to heart stand,
And tries to ignore your scar,

Joyous moments come so slow,
Be sure humans are at end,
Miseries in life fast grow,
What progress do you pretend ?


Iambic heptameter ( quatorzain)
Written- August 21st, 2014
Poet- Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest- Structured verse- iambic form
By Giorgio A. V.