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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
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*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

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

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The Poet Artist

 
Opining souls; a heart-felt plea,
from deep within, the writer chimes.
Selecting prime words is the key,
which draws the reader into rhymes.
 
All poets strive to paint their worlds,
with spilled black ink and feathered tip.
A writer feels the words unfurled,
creating pictures with each script.
 
At times, cold print will strike a chord,
a shock-filled verse brings forth dismay.
Requesting poems – sweetly poured,
inhibit words the poets say.
 
To cavil lines in verses read,
with captious thoughts of words repulse.
Sad broken lives or souls which bled,
disrupt the reader’s warm steel pulse.
 
Addiction plagues the writers quill,
the need to write fulfills the heart.
Imploding spirits scribe to fill
the void, and thus creating art.
 
-TheMsLvh  © 2011
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The Aftermath; A horse and man

Amazing steed with hair silk white,
beauty graced – shadowed the moonlight.
No spiraled horn nor wings of flight;
earthbound hoofs pranced with sheer delight.

Adorned with crown, rider takes mount;
dreams of triumph fail to surmount.
From battles, deeply soul-engaged;
throws down stained spears – his heart enraged.

Battles drummed, he answered the call,
left scarred, yet survived above all.
Tattered vest – arrows injected,
war left his soul unprotected.

High on his horse with thoughts impure,
close his eyes to the world obscure.
Finds great solace – the rhythmic gait,
dark shadows of war bearing weight.
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TheMsLvh © 2011 *Special thanks to
Mike Patrick for introducing me to meter and feet

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