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Endless Rails – Sonnet

 
Conductor please, I’ll buy a ticket sir,
one with a window and reclining seat
of leather, ashen white, to rest my eyes.
 
Caress cut crystal bronzed with fine liqueur –
accentuates heart’s rhythm of repeat;
across split rails of iron laden tracks.
 
Bequeath my soul to wander boundless skies,
eternity unburdened I prefer;
and leave behind cruel visions of defeat.
 
These fleeting images across sunrise –
through railway tunnels never looking back;
on restful rails of vast suspended time.
 
Discover hidden truth for which I lack.
Upon this train, towards endless, I shall climb.
 
 
☮TheMsLvh © 2011
Amazing photo by dorinnovac

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I Must Surrender- rondeau redoublé

  
 
I must surrender the mind’s hold,
let go the blaze trapped in my head.
Times have changed. Leaving misty old
perceptions of what is, now dead.
 
Raised independent – so inbred,
to never swallow what was told.
To always question – not be led,
I must surrender the mind’s hold.
 
Events have changed my journey’s road;
the day I flew but fell instead.
All my dreams dying – turning cold –
let go the blaze trapped in my head.
 
I never feared what lay ahead,
those days of youth brought suns of gold;
so quick to alter by moon’s end,
Times have changed. Leaving misty old
 
faint memories pulled from the void.
Of better days where I transcend –
to grasp a breath and long behold
perceptions of what is, now dead.
 
Succumb to pain, I hide in bed;
heal mind and body, feel controlled.
New dreams will come a doctor said  –
relax and breath and let unfold.
I must surrender.
 
 
 
☮TheMsLvh © 2011
Image Courtesy of DiegoUnspire
 
 

*Technically speaking a rondeau redoublé is made of six quatrains ended by a hemistich (of exactly the same type as the one in the rondeau form, and built on the first verse as well). The 24 verses, 4 of which are found twice (in the first stanza and as endings of stanzas 2-5) all belong to only two rhyme groups, the tricky scheme of this form is:

ABAB BAB1 ABA2 BAB3 ABA4 BABAh

A New Dawn – Tanka

Tanka consists of five units (often treated as separate lines when Romanized or translated) usually with the following pattern of onji: 5-7-5-7-7.
 
 
   As the new day dawns
Yesterday’s wreckage is gone
   Today brings new start
Deliver hope with sunshine
Chasing the shadows away
 
  
TheMsLvh  © 2011

submitted to The Purple Tree House

Photo by papalars 
 

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Thunder Buffalo -Sonnet

John Keats (1795-1821) used elaborate choice of words and very sensational imagery. It is no wonder he is one of the main pioneers of England ‘s Romantic Movement. This sonnet follows Keats’s sonnet format with abcabdcabcdede rhyming scheme   Keats was particular in his iambic pentameter rhyming scheme and structure of the entire sonnet . 
 
 
A feathered ritual danced long ago;
she faintly heard the elders ancient call,
envisioned – living nature’s way of life.
The primal drone of thunder buffalo;.
abruptly crossing earthly hallow sprawl –
Lakota warriors on horseback dare.
Life’s rhymic cycle dawns, awakes the ear –
resounding earth’s cold tremble ‘neath white snow;
alerting wolves in winter’s bondage thrall.
She questioned, self-induced bewildered fear –
and clutches tight her sacred totem bear;
accepts her blood; the blood of native lore.
 
Today’s the day she’ll run with white-tail deer –
within the Shaman’s love, forever more.
 
☮TheMsLvh © 2011
 
“Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity—it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.”-John Keats
 
artist – Pam McCabe – Art.com
Summited to dVerse Poetry Pub

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California Style Morning

 

Grey stillness clutches morning sky,
not willing to release the sun.
Between the slate horizon line,
low flying seagulls slice the fog.

A piquant smell of saline mist,
released by crashing ocean waves;
drifts hauntly over barren beach.
True nature’s breath of living sea.

White fragments of sand dollars spilled,
along the water’s broken edge.
Low tide’s exposing gift, tossed free –
from tumbling ’round the ocean floor.

Salt air surmounts steep rocky cliffs,
dull silhouettes of coastal trees.
Commanding roar, the siren’s song –
brings high tide, California style.

☮TheMsLvh © 2011

 Submitted to We Write Poems #67
*My theme song in the early 70’s, yet I am California native.
 

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Think Only This of Me

Prompt #17 for Carry On Tuesday, http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/, was to use all or part of “If I should die, think only this of me” (the first line of Rupert Brooks poem, The Soldier). *Thanks Mike Patrick for inspiring me to write this after reading his poem*. I used iambic pentameter in Quatrain.
 
 
Remembering past days of childhood dreams,
explored the world through starry wild eyes,
Adventure was attractive;  I must say,
unbridled freedom was my crowning prize!
 
With money saved, I flew across the pond,
experiencing new lands with scenic views.
Impoverished days or wealthy party ways,
I traveled miles, wearing holes in shoes.
 
The love for people I hold dear to heart,
along with animals who roamed the land.
True nature’s gifts of rainbow pots of gold;
and warmth of sunlight with cool ocean sand.
 
I lived my life embracing truth of love,
to give much more of me than to receive.
Delightfully filled heart with love to give,
unselfish quest for those who are in need.
 
If I should die, think only this of me,
my soul belongs to Mother Nature’s thread.
Don’t shed a tear because my life’s been full,
just put that party hat upon my head!
 
TheMsLvh  © 2011

Image source: Go Green

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Drown a Flask

  
 
Confusion purl inside my head,
sad thoughts besiege this weary soul.
Words spoken – carelessly said,
alone, I plummet down a hole.
 
Can eyes see pain behind my mask,
concealing anguish buried deep?
Escape your own pain, drown a flask,
Your pseudo façade makes you weep.
 
Expressions glaring dissension,
this anger boils your mad face red.
The wine color brings forth tension,
unsaid words scratch till hearts are shred. 
 
Appears to be a no-win lot,
old patterns never seem to lie.
Let distance heal this love torn knot,
before time takes toll and we die.
 
 
-TheMsLvh © 2011
image source: Google image
 
 

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