I dream
Second hand
What is real and what is dream
Hard to tell with you it seems
What is real when all you know
Is second hand, a major blow
What is real, when all you share
Is part of life, but, is reality there?
What is real is my mind fills in the blanks
Reducing your imperfections by many ranks
What feels real , is the friendship case
Knowing at some point, we touch base
What is real is humour and fun
Sharing moments one by one
What is real is that lack of insight
Are the things that I share recieved right
Sometimes it it hard to understand
What you are saying, when it feels secondhand
What is real are our different lives
But thats just fine that makes us wise
What is real is our different take
On lifes problems our views on fate
What is real is the spark that we get
Talking and sharing when we’ve never met.
What is real when I all I know
Is secondhand hand a major blow
What is real is a ripple in my world.
The sign
Dark days become nights the stars don’t align
in this nightmare world of retrograde time
Stare into the cosmos look for a sign
Spiral out of control, lost lifes design
You were my anchor now gone such a crime
Dark days become nights the stars don’t align
Need to find a new path draw out the line
Not play the fool in futile pantomime
Stare into the cosmos look for a sign
Days feeling like weeks dreams seem borderline
My home no longer the haven sublime
Dark days become nights the stars don’t align
Break free from bad feelings must not resign
My love is worth more than a tumbling dime
Stare into the cosmos finding a sign
Love all encompassing, truly divine
Is waiting to find me yours was a mime
Light days become nights the stars realign
Stare into the cosmos yes there’s a sign.
This is written in the form of a Villanelle.
Dreams and wishes
The whole of me
The Trijan poetry form
Trijan Refrain
The Trijan Refrain, created by Jan Turner, consists of three 9-line stanzas, for a total of 27 lines. Line 1 is the same in all three stanzas, although a variation of the form is not to repeat the same line at the beginning of each stanza. In other words, the beginning line of each stanza can be different. The first four syllables of line 5 in each stanza are repeated as the double-refrain for lines 7 and 8. The Trijan Refrain is a rhyming poem with a set meter and rhyme scheme as follows:
Rhyme scheme:
a/b/a/b/c/c/d,d (refrain of first 4 words of line five )/c
Syllables per line: 8/6/8/6/8/8/4,4 refrain/8
Anybody fancy trying one?
Here is my first attempt at a trijan.
Project plan.
Prioritise, set goals on time
A mantra, keep in mind
Could help us solve the paradigm
To me it’s just a bind
I Juggle more balls productive
Way of working, seems seductive
I Juggle more balls
I Juggle more balls
Plan and wander, not constructive
Prioritise, set goals on time
My butterfly mind likes
to flit and fly,is this the crime
No strong finishing spike
Always a big picture thinker
Way of working such a stinker
Always a big picture
Always a big picture
Watching tv whilst writing! Clincher
Prioritise, set goals on time
Concentrate, on one task
at a time, helps keep life sublime
Plan it : too big an ask?
Keep stress at bay by working smart
Works well for many, take heart
Keep stress at bay
Keep stress at bay
Make a project plan at the start.
Yearning
As I search the roads of this eternal maze
I just find dark corners and more dead ends
Searching and searching to ignite the blaze
With short term lovers or just good friends
Where is the love I am yearning towards
To worship my body and cherish my mind
The soul mate, lover, giver of rewards
The man to care for this heart in kind
I know that love is a two way process
Give in order to recieve: I understand
Love unrewarded no forward progress
As I travel the maze on roads of sand
Hopeless it feels, a lovers touch I crave
Before I am called to the end, the grave.
Mystic Tango
Poem in the style of a Terra Rima Sonnet.
The Last Holiday
A Georgian house Ivy clad
No haunted corners places of dread
Labyrinthine with added wings
Bright lofty rooms added zing
A chance to explore new places
Share some love, cement relations
This holiday the first in years
A time for smiles not for tears
A Georgian house ivy clad
Haunted corners make people sad
Labyrinthine with added wings
Places people get lost, find fears that sting
Mother leaves us but returns
Distraught, crying, in disarray
Her locket clasped tight in her hand
Her lifeboat in this shenanigan
Lost and frightened she clung tight
To the memories in her locket bright.
Ups and Downs
What is it with life
it has ups and downs
Pleasure and pain
Joy and heartbreak
do the rounds
Would that our lives
could, just be pleasure
No pain or woe
for us to measure.
Why is it, things
go so wrong?
Bad things happen
not like in songs
How do I deal
with the days
that are black
When the roof
caves in
The cheque
bounces back
I have to dig
in deep
To my reserves
my internal resevoir.
What is it with life
it has ups and downs
Pleasure and pain
joy and heartbreak
do the rounds.
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 