MsJacquiiC

I am happy to announce the 1st Call For Submissions for our sister-site Poetry-Defined.com. It is for the poetry form BALLAD. The call will close May 29, 2007. Please refer to the NEW Poetic Type Published Rules & Guidelines for more info on the rules and guidelines for submitting poetry.

Below is the webpage your BALLAD poem will be associated with if and when chosen for inclusion. Please refer to the description and definitive example for more information about the form BALLAD. The next call will be announced Monday May 14, 2007.

Good luck, Be creative AND Happy posting!

Jacquii.

Originating Website: http://poetry-defined.com/index.php?categoryid=7&p2_articleid=12

Sartor

CHRISTINA

Since you have gone away, Christina
My world no longer is the same
I miss you more each day, Christina
I know not where to lay the blame

The stars no longer shine, Christina
The nights are always dark and cold
Since you’re no longer mine, Christina
No longer mine to have and hold

Somewhere we’ll meet again, Christina
Beyond, where all is bright and new
We’ll kiss and greet again, Christina
Forever I will be with you

My sun is sinking low, Christina
I watch it slowly fade away
It’s time for me to go, Christina
With life, I can no longer stay

We never said good bye, Christina
I fired once and you were gone
Today I know I’ll die, Christina
With you forever I belong

Once more I’ll use the gun, Christina
To pay the debt to you I owe
Your death can’t be undone, Christina
But I can change the status quo

You must know I forgave, Christina
Perhaps my heartache now can cease
Buried beside your grave, Christina
The grasp of guilt may then release

Sartor

Sartor

Fallen Angel
.
A fallen angel fell to earth,
fell through an azure sky.
Upon that instant hell gave birth
to siren Lorelei.
.
The angel fell ‘tween star and star,
then tumbled through the cloud.
He landed on the stone altar,
among the siren crowd.
.
The angel fell upon his back,
he lay on broken wing.
The sirens with their eyes of black,
slowly began to sing.
.
Sweet as the honey from the bee,
sweet as a virgin's sigh,
they sang so sweetly, come to me,
did maids of Lorelei.
.
The angel never moved again
and yet he did not die,
but sealed the fate and sealed the pain,
of singing Lorelei.
.
Unto this day they can be heard,
on rocky windswept shore.
Their songs are pleading word for word,
which seamen must ignore.
.
The siren cry of Lorelei,
floats out upon the wave.
It begs and pleads come meet your needs,
come to a sailor's grave.
.
Come hold our charms within your arms,
we're waiting in the mist.
They mummer low you will not go,
when once our kiss is kissed.
.
As they extol the breakers roll,
to crash upon the rocks.
The sirens stand upon the sand,
with wild wind blown locks.
.
Sartor

Sartor

Romeo

He roams about in Fairyland
where humans may not go
and just so you can understand,
I will explain it slow.

The air is filled with floating mist
of multicolored hues;
whirling shades of amethyst
with alternating blues.

All colors come in countless shades,
each shade a meaning holds.
Deciphered it pays off in spades,
if not, it then withholds.

Around each rock, each shrub, each tree,
everything large and small,
an aromatic cloud there be,
slow twirling ‘round them all.

The tongues of misty billowed cloud,
encrypted information
and as he roams he is endowed
with much anticipation.

Throughout it all he has strong ties
to his enchanted home.
Beside the flagstone hearth he lies,
‘till time again to roam.

Sartor

Sartor

OLD LOVE
.
I walk alone the path of life,
my destiny to fill.
I march but to my drum, my fife
and lonely bagpipe trill.
.
If to your heart I have caused pain,
I did not mean it so.
My love is soft as Summer’s rain
and pure as Winter’s snow.
.
Should we but chance to meet again,
within a span of years.
How should I then address your pain,
with silence or with tears?
.
And should you rush with open arms
and smiling eyes to me,
to show again those lovely charms,
that once had captured me.
.
I would be forced to turn away,
lest you should chance to hear,
the breaking of this heart of clay,
or see the running tear.
.
Sartor

Sartor

Metaphoric Inspiration
.
Softly Oh Muse: Thy tender voice
Melodic sweet and clear
Thy Goddess sisters all rejoice
When such as I may hear
.
Let phrases fall into my mind
Daughter of Zeus sing low
Syllabic meter intertwine
Let inspiration flow
.
From Mt Olympus hear my plea
Don't misjudge my intent
A simple poet such as me
Would sing a last lament
.
Sartor

Sartor

Escape
.
Like wind in trees, old memories
are blowin’ through my mind
as swirling leaves about the eaves,
old thoughts are intertwined.
.
Reminders of another love,
another used-to-be
or an old friend before the end
of what he meant to me.
.
All for naught fragments of thought
like cobwebs in my brain,
that whip and weave in make believe,
rethinking them again.
.
I toss, I turn, oh how I yearn,
the drug to take its toll,
that sleeping pill my thoughts to kill,
letting peace have control.
.
Then I can drift into the rift
of calm serenity,
escape once more and shut the door,
upon my memory.
.
Sartor

bush poet

This is writen in the style of an Australian Bush Ballad in the long line format popularised by A.B. Paterson.

THE LADY IN THE LOCKETT

From the cool of my verandah, on that morning in July
how the scream of hubby’s chainsaw brought a tear to my old eye.
One by one the branches toppled from the Pepperina tree
where the lady in the locket ‘round my neck would play with me.

Oh her smile was so infectious and her laughter filled the air;
she would push me on the old rope swing that daddy had put there.
I would hide beneath it’s branches when we both played hide and seek;
yes the lady in the locket who was gentle, kind and meek.

How I cherished all those precious years we shared both you and I
and the magic of those moments they still tend to make me cry.
You were always there to guide me through the good times and the strife.
My sweet lady in the locket. Yes the mother in my life.

Through my teenage years you nurtured me and gave me sound advice
on the values of relationships and that was rather nice.
When I married you were th