Short Terza Rima Poems
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The dawn breaks, I rise up to greet the day
My sleep, though dreamy and peaceful, I must leave
For I must go back to reality.
WINDOW
window to the soul
may not be done with mirror
choose some quiet place
eyes closed body relaxed
you looking at you just light
I am stuck here in this class, a prisoner but without a crime,
Time slows to a crawl, and day by day we go,
Stuck here in this invisible slime.
`Till I stop breathing, I won`t stop living.
Basking in the sun`s warmth, proof that I still feel.
So long as my heart beats, I`ll always dream.
Happy birthday, Sister Wilma,
Poets try the Italian verse;
The rhyme scheme of Terza Rima
Is interlaced as they rehearse.
Topic: Birthday of Wilma D. Honrubia (March 19)
There once was a girl named Shama
Who wondered about her karma
As a poet her rhymes
Were always out of time
To most her terza rima was trauma
Deborah's
limerick contest
Silence in my heart
Causes me to cry
Tearing my soul apart.
Often I will sigh
With echoes in the room
Wafting to the sky
The emptiness is my doom
Leaving me alone
Surrounded by gloom
Faith keeps on going
Daily as prayers are submitted
Love and peace with much Joy are present
With peace and more
God loves love
The heaven and stars above
Prayers as one stand
Living life again.
As the living water
Moves within streams
falling down from the mountain source
Baptising love in crystal light
With burning flames inside the soul
For keeps each word holds reverence to your name
...comes now the ebb,
between twigs, someone spins
its silken web...
...brown twigs are such
one's fingertips desert
their sense of touch..!
O' Holy Jesus
you gave your life,
for us.
Our faith and hope in you makes us dive
into the ocean of joy and love.
Your grace keeps us alive.
The moon with a full smile beams
cradled inside the golden ring around
stars twinkle entering one vision
Cut from the clearest crystals
baptised through the oceans mist
held on the throne crowning beauty
PRIMORSKAYA APRIL
Trees are lost in the misty river’s sweep,
Tall buildings disappear
In the still chill of morning.
Below the glassy surface of the deep
And horizontal water,
The cold sun is swimming.
A symbol
of our creation
is the birth of love
One heavenly gesture
complete encompassing
one's heart
In divine purity
embraces the darkness with warm light
within our spiritual being
Unrhymed tercets
Still; my soul is graced
Breath of heaven falls
Kissed upon my face
Risen, yet to fall
Swell to flow out
Silence speaks it all
A spirit in drought
Finds the water deep
Never to run out
Fire does not sleep
Fallen yet to leap
In italian “winkle” is like a verb
Imperative exhorting then to win
Exalting thus the strength of the nice herb.
If in winter looks like it's dry within
You see it back with its sky blue flowers
And quite sudden resurrected has been.
comes now the ebb,
between twigs, spider spins
its silken web...
for brown leaves are such,
fingertips desert
their sense of touch !
We are not
Willing to be a hut
With a hailing, haunting history
Our fallen fathers fought for a golden glory
And our martyred mothers sealed the sacred story
With our hands and heart tied together
We’ll never break our border
Asunder.
An eager eye in space
Search high and low
Long to see the face
Search a thousand rows
From the sky to ground
Hill to peak of snow
All that I have found
Is nothing to be seen
Faint; a growing sound
You have always been
Here I stand between
Whispers out of night
When the rising sun
began to awaken her eyes
Dawning golden warm holds breath
deeply delicious waves colours
expelling darkness beholding
Priceless the light
that touches down softly
beautiful dream gently kisses
unrhymed tercets
Original Poetry?
As poets are we to be condemned?
For every verse and rhyme
To check its providence.
Do we have the time
To produce the evidence
Of copyright, so as to fend
Off the stigma and shame.
Never to be able to publish again.
MOTHER
People often cry
And ask when does life begin?
Does the answer lie
With clinical exactitude?
With religious dogmatism?
With legal certitude?
With political correctness, or other?
No, the simple fact is that
Life begins with the word mother
I stare long and hard at nothing,
still can't figure out something,
her whisper lingers long and lilting
like an old song of youth haunting,
echoing away as a ripple of silence
and I forget all hurts and violence!
Never B Flat
Sometimes B Sharp
Always B Natural
Orpheus and
Apollo and
The guided Muses
Octoecho
Dorian mode
Uneven float note
Thoth inventor
Ihy child
Lord of vibrations
True rhythm is
Jehovah’s biz
Created for us
Led by music
Offbeat, weak beat
Syncopated trope
Convicting Thoughts
August 1968
By Miracle Man
January 15, 2021
I reasoned why to me they came,
convicting thoughts that appeared;
God released me from my shame.
Things God thought I need know,
He introduced Jesus, to be revered;
Heart now possesses an inner glow.