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My desert I-land is a great place to be.
Would you care to peruse this brochure?
But even with the Bible and Shakespeare,
my eight favourite gramophone records,
and a limitless supply of needles,
not everything is kosher.
If you're feeling lonely, how about
me coming over to you-land,
or if you like, you can visit me-land
On second thoughts, I'd better visit you-land first,
As in the second person you can't tell nominative from accusative.
In any case, we can always practise the dative,
or conjugate in the first person plural.
We'll see I to I, I'm sure.
Then we can go on trips to him- and her-land,
and even to the continental them-land
(if you can stand the crowds).
But if you come over to me-land,
I'll show you all the tourist sights.
Don't believe those silly stories about swamps,
shark-infested bays, and so on. Lies, I tell you, lies!
Mind you, I can't promise fair weather all the time.
If the wind's in the wrong direction,
you might imagine you're getting the whiff
of an imaginary swamp. Lies, I say!
Can I interest you in a colour brochure?
Visit my sunny I-land--excuse the slip--visit me-land.
Some adjectives can be so possessive.
Envoi
There's no need to get tense
about the future.
After the conjugation
and--excuse my grammar--
things copulative are past,
and we are no longer active,
let us, the redundant,
decline in the imperfect,
and dream of a promised land,
beyond the gloaming,
where the sea ends in
the infinitive.
I watch first rains on dusty countryside,
And know, no pathways etched are by despair,
And yet, hope comes like first showers to guide,
Give ample hints on how to go and where.
And a way out appears from nowhere,
With hope in heart walked hast man longer miles
On dead stretches, pathless alone that veer,
In darkling woods as in deserted isles.
Like migrating birds that on wide wings ride,
Hope seems to come on one’s own latent dare,
And sings eternal spring songs, fear decried,
Worry's no fond word, nor is fall unfair,
In hope man casts his net, wishes to snare,
To men of hope a begging bowl beguiles,
Busy that catch oyster pearls with hands bare,
Let darkling woods dare in deserted isles.
Yet, those that in great fear for time would bide,
Tying limbs and minds in ropes in mundane care,
Whence, wonder I, would hope come with fair pride,
How would fount hope in despair, all so rare?
It's hope, life survives from its wear and tear,
Hope, to walk free from edge of knife, time’s wiles,
And hope ‘tis that makes life easy to bear,
When darkling woods dare and life itself riles.
Envoi
So, let raindrops on dust never despair,
The first rainfall in hope hast carved out isles
In its diligent due concern and care,
That darkling woods dare, nor life ever riles.
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Musings (Ballade)| 02.02.2011 | hope
In the still of the night, where shadows softly kiss,
Our hearts beat in sync, beneath the silent stars.
A touch so tender, as dreams entwine in secret,
The world fades away, and only we are awake.
Your lips on mine, a whispering promise of more,
In that fragile moment, eternity seemed to start.
Stars above us witnessed our hearts, igniting with touch,
A dance of fleeting dreams in the dark of the night.
The kiss was a promise, soft and divine,
A silent vow beneath the heavens so bright.
Each breath held a memory of that sacred start,
In the depth of our souls, a love we could not dismiss.
Time drifts slowly, yet your kiss remains,
A gentle echo that the night cannot erase.
Each night, I reach for the warmth of your touch,
To relive the magic of that celestial embrace.
But dreams fade with dawn’s inevitable start,
Leaving only a heart haunted by stars.
In the quiet of dusk, I remember that kiss,
A tender trace of your love, lost in the night.
The stars bear witness to what was once true,
A timeless touch, forever etched in the dark.
The heart aches with the dream of your return,
Yearning for the night when our love could start anew.
The night you kissed me, an everlasting star,
A kiss that bridged the worlds of night and dream.
Each touch a fragment of a love so profound,
Held within the silence of a memory's stream.
The heart longs for the stars, for the warmth we shared,
In the darkness of night, where our love once dared.
Envoi:
In every twilight, the stars still kiss,
Dreams of that touch linger deep in my heart.
Though nights pass by, the love we knew does not dismiss.
Swirls rise and fold through the field of color,
outlines drifting at the edges, searching for shape~
each one carrying the quiet pulse of an idea.
Figures brighten, blur, then pass into another idea,
their borders dissolving inside currents of color
that refuse to settle into any single shape.
Nothing here is finished; everything leans toward shape,
toward the next flicker that might become an idea,
toward the widening spiral of ungoverned color.
ENVOI
In the creator’s mind, color keeps opening, shape keeps shifting, idea keeps arriving.
The cottage was no more than just a shack,
But it certainly took memories back,
To that place, where I spent all my young days,
Living and learning, it’s all quite a haze.
Yes poor, but always had enough to eat.
My dad was hard, and oh, my mum was sweet.
A good combination to raise a lad,
I was always happy with what I had.
Fishing and exploring my dog with me,
As it all came back to my memory.
Not having much, there's a thing to be said,
Kids like what they’ve got and make do instead.
Most do not crave more than what they have got.
So poor kids do not find they need a lot,
A pole to fish, a log on which to sit,
A stick to throw the dog, few friends close knit.
Fun and exercise, a creek to swim in, *
Things change when he grows to notice women*.
Then it is time to move to the big smoke.
Women will show no mind to a poor bloke.
They like to be romanced and you should know,
That requires a good job to earn some dough.
It’s farewell, I was off to the city,
Now looking for a lass very pretty.
Finding the sweetest girl did take a while.
I knew I’d found her when I saw her smile.
Now with my wife and our four kids, life's good.
I will try not to spoil them, though I could.
I’m a happy bloke, take all in my stride.
But I look back on that old shack, with pride.
The Lord’s fair I lived a good life indeed.
Avoided temptation helped those in need.
Walking a path, times to follow or lead.
Sponsor : Kim Rodrigues
Contest Name : Take a Chance on Chanco
5 verses. 6 lines in each . 10 syllables in each line
Envoi 3 lines. 10 syllables each line.
Spelling, Grammar HMS all checked
Rhyme Zone used. 3rd Verse Lines 5 & 6
Rhyme Zone quotes two poems that have used Near Rhyme
• Swim in * Women as Near Rhyme.
Rhyme theme: AABBCC, DDEEFF, GGHHII, JJKKLL, MMNNOO, PPP
Posted 26th May 2023
With 6 lines per verse, I did not know how to do ABAB rhyme style as specified in your requirements as ABAB is only for 4 line verses.I took a chance and entered it anyway.
[*Hendecasyllable: line of verse containing 11 syllables with stanzas with repeated end words and a five line envoi that concludes the ballade.]*
Look as… “a crimson sky breaks the distant shore”
Signaling I will see my fair home no more
the ship drifts into shadows far from yon shore
And soon the sky is dark night, crimson no more
The vastness of an indigo sky I'm sure,
will leave my soul lonely alite nevermore
The dusting of pinprick lights are ever sure
guiding all lost ones to find their way once more
Again, crimson sky breaks on a distant shore
A foreign land I have never seen before
But skies remain the same over every shore
Connecting souls across oceans of befores
Envoi:
As long as skies remain, with stars to proclaim
I am here at home, even though not the same
Now knowing, no matter where we are going
We do all see the same vast canvas of yore
Yes, the same crimson sky breaks the distant shore.
Within her sensitive heart, a storm brewed.
No one could see her inner agony,
Even when her mind to suffering glued.
Beneath the calm and serene appearance,
In her mind's cavern dwelt a silent grief,
And none could find in her a discordance.
She did not complain or show any guile.
Persevered not to make her pain outward.
Always faced the people with a sweet smile.
.
Instant joy and cheer she could ever feign.
Even in her life's most trying moments,
A calm equipoise, she tried to maintain.
She purposely put on this deception,
Not to make her ailing parents troubled,
While her heart was bleeding in dejection.
Such double life was so hard to endure.
How long she could do this, she was not sure.
May. 9.2023
Take a Chance on Chanso Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Kim Rodrigues
5 Verses and 1 envoi
10 syllables in each line.
Vague words lead poets to heady heights far yonder
If we, like Wordsworth, seek a path to’ wander.’
But words there are whose power is less prolific,
Dwindling fast the more they are specific.
Sententious and meaningful are rhymes
Which great poets have utilized at times
as when a line whose somber end is ‘womb’
finds in the next one that ends with ‘tomb.’
Or when a line that sadly ends with ‘death’
Is cheered next line with ‘heaven’s living breath.’
Poetry, they claim, is vast and universal,
But entry to it so often meets reversal.
Screwdrivers ,it seems, have failed, to join the race
What cruel fate has offered them no grace?
‘Appetizer,’ ‘sliver’ and - oh yes- ‘scuba diver’
Bring little help the shunned screwdriver.
Can rhyming slang yet save the day?
Let’s ask a Cockney on the way.
“Sorry, mate, I don’t know neiver.”
Envoi
If there’s a will, then there’s a way,
An optimist will tend to say.
Is there answer? No chance ismissed,
If we give the ode just one more twist.
Love like this is once in a lifetime
More beautiful than the sweetest kiss
Whispering grace in nature’s soft rhyme
Love this strong is meant for hearts and souls
Sweetest kiss, gentle grace, His embrace
Raining over those His love controls
Love brought alive, kindness, stirring
His embrace, light – eternal beauty
His wonders alive and recurring
Love that breathes music through dazzling songs
Eternal beauty, rhythms vibrating
Singing through the winds, where bliss belongs
Love abides inside those who believe
Rhythms vibrating, inspiring strong faith
Growing close to Him will not deceive
Strong faith comes to life inside disciples
Who sincerely trust in their bibles
TAKE A CHANCE ON A CHANSO Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
April 15, 2023
Chanso: 5 verses plus 1 envoi
9 syllable lines, tercet, lines 1& 3 rhyme in each verse
End word or words from line 2 of each verse,
begin first line of verse 2 in next stanza.
*near rhyme disciples/bibles
See sensuous stay
Touch tender tell
Opt old obey
Roar rich re-tell
Yield youthful yell
Live lovely lay
Indulge intent
Now numb nice nay
Ebb end extent
Simple screams sights
Teaching tale tight
Oblige odd orbs
Risky reach robs
Yes you yield yore
Love living lore
Intuit ideas
Note nice nudes near
Etch end explore
Search special shores
Tale told touching
Offer opts ore
Rise repeats roar
Yonder yielding
Linger loving
Insight inching
Now naked noise
Embalm envoi
Sacred soul sings
Tones thrill touching
Open offering
Rouse rich rapture
Yes your yielding
Love leaps living
Imprint inking
Note nice nurture
Encrypt ending
Leon Enriquez
29 Mar 2014
Singapore