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Song of Silence (Rondel)

Beggar-boy quiet watched eyes lavender blue
 One look of buried winter songs chiseled at my soul.
 Tattered earlobe sullen deaf bored with a hole
Flash of pride, lightning wells I could not look into.

Saw the velvet violin case and bore a hole there too 
Molded pride of undeserved, embers stirred the coal
Beggar-boy quiet watched eyes lavender blue
One look of buried winter songs chiseled at my soul.

Unclasped brass dull 'click' vessel and bow I drew
 Hungry eyes body rigid--could silent tune console?
 Searing bowstrings clawed at my heart a trembling cajole
Until I saw the tears run free clear as dusky dew
Beggar-boy quiet watched eyes lavender blue. 

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The Rhythm of my Heart (Rondel)

Rondel

Listen as my heart softly speaks to you.
Can you hear the rhythm of each beat?
You're the reason my heart feels complete;
And I wonder where I'd be without you inside me.

Baby without your love, living wouldn't be a guarantee
But I know nothing in life is concrete.
Listen as my heart softly speaks to you.
Can you hear the rhythm of each beat?

Just know my heart plays you a melody.
The cadence is like a loud drumbeat.
The sound is intoxicatingly sweet.
You're now a part of whatever I go through.
Listen as my heart softly speaks to you.

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My First Time (Trois Par Huit, Tanka, Rondel)

My first time,
Sexual pleasures climbed,
Was with an experienced lover.

She handled me so gently under the cover;
Knowing I had never been taught by another.

Protecting my fragile male ego;
Unleashed my libido
Down below.

This first love of mine,
Through her kindness and patience,
Was, to me, divine.
Forever, to her in debt
For future pleasures I met.

How lucky I was to find a lover so kind,
To teach me the sexual act.
Cuddling my id with emotional tact;
Enflaming my passionate mind.

As sexual tensions in my youth unwind
Cognizant of the knowledge I lack;
How lucky I was to find a lover so kind,
To teach me the sexual act.

So now, when an inexperienced lover I find,
My first lover I try to pay back,
By remembering the knowledge that I once lacked,
And to her fumbling ways stay blind.
How lucky I was to find a lover so kind.

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Rondel Pain (For The Rondel Contest Sponsored by: Jared Pickett)

Rondel Pain

Poetry can inflict pain like a sharp rondel dagger, 
Encircling each word with bigoted judgments on hand. 
Down a spiral staircase a poet’s thoughts may stagger. 
Semi-circular fashioned, ideas traverse memories’ span.            

Hysterical, political…subject does not matter. 
Orderliness and cleverness mete out the author’s plan.  
Poetry can inflict pain like a sharp rondel dagger,
Encircling each word with bigoted judgments on hand.

Banter securely bound, released by creative augur. 
Can choose many words found in vocabulary land.
Lexis gone thrilling can kill the heart of an iceman –
Stop, please!  Choose kindly words; become a pain free enabler.
Poetry can inflict pain like a sharp rondel dagger.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
June 2, 2010
Poetic form: Rondel  (Rondel Rhyming Pattern:  ABab, abAB, aabbA)

Thanks Jared for making us think!   

LEARN MORE:
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2.  DAGGAR http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rondel_dagger

3.  STAINED GLASS http://www.anythinginstainedglass.com/glass/Rondels/rondels.html

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Life's Carousel (Rondel)

Riding on life’s carousel 
Seasons and years spin by
Round and round the horses fly
We’re dizzy under it’s spell.

Repeating patterns we know so well
Never asking why
Riding on life’s carousel 
Seasons and years spin by.

The time will come to bid farewell
Those who stay on will say, “good-bye”
“Time to get off”, the midway man’s cry,
Do we dismount in heaven or hell?
Riding on life’s carousel.

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Fire in your Eyes (Rondel)

With the look of Fire in your eyes;
Your touch is like a searing Flame;
Adonis must truly be thy name;
Touch hotter than the fourth of July;

Scorching contact taking me high;
My love for you I do proclaim;
With the look of Fire in your eyes;
Your touch is like a searing Flame;

Surely you will not deny,
You, I will never tame,
You, I will never blame,
I can do nothing more than sigh,
With the look of Fire in your eyes.




~3rd place in the "The Rondel" Contest by Jared Pickett~

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Sweet Sweet Lorrayne { Rondel}

<                                          Sweet sweet Lorrayne
                                            No voice to speak
                                            Smile always peaked
                                            Just wanted to end her pain

                                         
                                            Known to one and all
                                            Cookies cakes she loved to bake
                                            Orders were never to small
                                            Family tradition she wanted to make


                                            Meds and revival she wanted nil
                                            Family and friends held her hand
                                            Assured she would wake in the promise land
                                            Lit a candle and placed it next to cross in window sill
                                            Oh ye hearts tears did over ~ flow and fill
                                     

                                  

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Beneath the Moon’s Silvery Light (Rondel)

My love show me thy heart is mine
in one, sweet kiss as lips invite
as all of me is indeed thine
beneath the moon's silvery light.

Oh let me taste thy sweetest wine
beneath the moon's silvery light
my love show me thy heart is mine
I'll surrender to thee tonight

Thy touch sends shivers down my spine
and lifts my heart to greater height
as wild senses, meekly resign
and succumb to passions delight.
My love show me thy heart is mine
beneath the moon's silvery light.

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Trois Par Huit/Tanka/Rondel-MY SPRING WAS TOO BRIEF

Why can't spring
last as a deep feeling,
and remain joyful and eternal?

What makes this season so vital and wonderful...
adorning our earth with flowers so delightful?
Who is so dubious to disclaim it? 

True faith admits no doubt...
will the heart?
  
My spring was too brief,
only desire outlived it...
floating as a leaf:
to taste death on barren ground:
such is the fate of all leaves!
 
Perhaps nostalgia is deeper than regret,
making me yearn with useless tears
and in doing so sorrow deepens...
without realizing I have no control over it.

Return spring with a new child in me,
making me run towards the sunflowers' filelds
increasing my chances to find serenity...
return spring, but don't be short and cheerless.

Years age the body, not the spirit...
as seasons remind us how fragile we are:
living one life and returning dust as before...
without voice, flesh, blood and thought.
 


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Sit (Broken Hearted Rondel)

I sit.
Outside your window.
Mournful.
Despondent.
Heart has broken in twain.
I feel nothing but pain.
I scream your name.
Silence.
Dawn appears.
Rosy fingers stretch across-
The dew laden grass.
Yet still.
Outside your window.
I sit.

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The Well - Rondel Prime or French Sonnet

My mind follows, where heart can not lead, Thriving on pain,inside me,is an empty well I think I've found a way out of this dread, To stop pain, from my past to dwell. Wounds can now be healed,no longer bred, Don't bother to call me,I sent you to hell My mind follows, where heart can not lead, Thriving on pain,inside me, is an empty well. Love is buried now and from you have fled, Never to be found again,no more is to tell No longer I am under your cruel spell, Tired of playing your games, rather be dead My mind follows,where heart can not lead, Thriving on pain,inside me,is an empty well. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2005 October,27,2014