When we will choose to fly
In each 'goodbye', a hushed, 'till when?'
In that which we cannot exscind:
The ‘us’ in ‘we’, preserved, predestined
To meet among the stars again.
Where wanes renounced, the future found
In life — by time, turned uncertain,
Prevails the faith that we are bound
To meet among the stars again.
Eyes closed doth seek the cosmic curtain
Where perchance we'll see it lifted:
In dreams wherein we live, nor die,
So, hold on, where once we drifted.
Where some transcend, we'll choose to fly
To meet among the stars.
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15-6-2023, M.A. Tempels ©
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i have not seen an angel in so long
all eyes and wings surrounding my unrest
i pull my heart out of the wooden chest
so i will fall throughout the night’s grand song
angelsight - one proof of insanity
setting my heart on fire is another
i try again to find humanity
so i will fall throughout the night’s grand song
you as blanket upon me and smother
i curl and smoke - to the chest i return
in dark wood smooth i close electric eyes
and hope to dream of angels with that burn
one loose copper wire will be my demise
so i will fall throughout the night
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Pop up prompt:
(From May 3rd till May 16th *this prompt has been extended by a week)
Challenge: Write a Tempels sonnet
The Tempels sonnet is written in iambic octa- or pentameter, and follows the following scheme:
a b b A - c d c A - d e f e - f A
The capitalized A-line rhymes with the first line, and is a repeated line. However, in the sonnet’s conclusion you remove the last two syllables of the repeated line, distilling it to its core to increase impact.
Examples:
Perhaps I’ll dream of trees
Her dancing spell
Helplessly addicted
her laugh, her voice (by @petrow.*)
*Fantasize the chopped off two syllables at the end of the last line, because at the time of @petrow’s writing that specific condition hadn’t been established yet.
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Once, long ago, I met his kind:
The kind of man who walks with wind,
whose eyes conceal the sun within-
its radiant harmony never far behind.
I was caught in his light, defenseless,
overwhelmed by his molten skin
and the sacred rhythm we kept, now blessed,
its radiant harmony never far behind.
His eyes electrify soft skin
and encourage chemical souls to blend.
Yes I’ve met his kind before-
Sunlit muses walking among men-
The song we sing haunts the breath of the wind,
its radiant harmony never far.
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As eyes shone true
It's strange to drift in quietude…
Of jarring noises, none remain;
Replaced by you; your smile, your eyes.
It's strange, for my ineptitude;
My geode heart, benumbed by pain —
My shame — has cracked inside: I died.
Yet I lost naught but petty lies.
Your truths remain: infinitude,
As stars illume forever's plane.
Your eyes —your eyes!— illume the skies
Where once in darkness I would hide;
Where once no heartstring could persist.
Here, you wear white — you are my bride,
And share a life so dearly missed.
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28-2-2024, M.A. Tempels © "... a Keats sonnet."
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Hyaline
The night arrived
In dark of moon, obscured,
As mournful clouds processed across the skies
With solemn silence lasting in their wake.
Awash in black I sought to be assured
Of life! — beyond my closed or blinded eyes,
Unable to discern reality.
A noise; a sigh so soft, suffused with ache
Caressed the drapes, and thus my gaze, allured,
Beheld her love, confined in
Spectral guise.
She reached with glassen fingers, mine to take:
One touch to spark her luminosity;
One kiss — that clouds, consoled — might free
Her ghost.
Come morn I read her obituary
And wish I'd been there
When it mattered
Most.
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19-10-2023, M.A. Tempels ©
A Keats sonnet
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18-1-2023, M.A. Tempels © “... a Keats sonnet.”
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Light & Shadow Play
Though sun ray gold may barely reach
The alcove, earthen — shrub and trees —
Here, soft moss grows in violent green.
Thin sallow leaves allow the breach;
A willow’s veil, wind-swayed at ease;
A mesmerizing shadow play.
These phantasmagoria, seen
In wond'ring what our Earth might teach,
Allure a pond'rer to his knees.
Absorb the human I have been;
That my death-flogged soul, here, might stay
Among lively golden shimmers.
Till twilight strikes my judgment day,
Or until a future glimmers.
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6-1-2023, M.A. Tempels © “... a Keats sonnet.”
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Tempels Sonnet (Template)
(Preferred) Meter:
Iambic Tetrameter
Rhyme scheme:
a b b A* - c d c A - d e f e - f A**
* The capitalized A-line rhymes with the first line, and is a repeated line.
** The last repeated A-line loses its last iambic foot.
I incorporated the repeating lines, because I love rondeaus and villanelles. I found the introductory stanza to be most satisfying with an ‘a b b a’ scheme as it has a sense of completion on its own, which fits it as the head of the poem. After that the body follows in an ‘a b a b’ scheme, interrupted by the repeated line, which I left out in the third stanza so the poem’s ‘reason’ stands out, and because it gives more power to it returning in the conclusion. However, in the conclusion you remove the last two syllables of the repeated line, distilling it to its core to increase impact.
Example:
Obsidian constrained
a - A faint glow frames the bolted door,
b - Illuminating chosen dark;
b - A knock resounds and I would hark
A - If I would dare to dream once more.
c - Am I a fool for staying lost;
d - Afraid of what my pulse dictates?
c - I know my heart can’t ail the cost
A - If I would dare to dream once more.
d - Could it be hope that now pulsates
e - In rhythmic booms; within my room,
f - A rhythm's premise, bright and true,
e - Fractures the obsidian gloom.
f - This light, I know it could shape you,
A - If I would dare to dream.
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10-5-2021
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Shrines and libraries
Your eyes, and I ---
Awash in love, pure and hot enough
To seer that gaze into
The fabric of my very soul;
And in my mind, erect a shrine
To timelessness.
I keep thinking about
Your eyes,
Religiously, ritualistically
At haphazard intervals. Subconsciously,
However, once experienced,
Deliberately
Caused to be profound,
And ocean deep, as I know how
Covertly easily
Time steals our memories,
Or paints them
Into pictures, unclear, and far from the
Initially registered reality.
I fight this fact of life, fiercely.
You ---
Were real.
Your eyes I did see. Your gaze I did meet.
Your love, I did feel. You ---
Were real.
I visit and revisit
Your shrine in my mind; write
Poems about the veins in your
Wrists; the freckles
I kissed;
The sharp lower canines
That made you look feral. So, your
Elfish eyebrows, and taunting smile.
I write of the way
Your hair would fall down,
And how your scent would intoxicate me
When carried by the steam,
And augmented by the heat
Of the shower.
I incorporate the eye openers
Of soft spoken conversations
In testaments
Of when the entire universe made sense.
I shape sonnets
For your hips, and hands;
Rondeaus for your voice; villanelles
For the heart that beats
In your chest;
I divine the nape of your neck;
All, as manifests to closeness.
I record you in rhyme
As to not forget.
As
I know
How covertly easily
Time steals our memories. I accept
That I no longer exist in your brain's
Hemisphere. I accept
You have
No need to remember me.
Yet I hope you dream,
And that somewhere, subconsciously,
There is a version of me that as of yet
Still may exist for a while...
Not as a standing monument to eternity,
Yet as fog rising from a forgotten grave;
A shape-shifting ethereal pall;
A shredded niemendal;
A phantom smile,
Insignificant,
Yet kind.
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13-4-2022, M.A. Tempels ©
(Niemendal, noun: a trifling thing; nothing. Often used to describe a meaningless romantic pocket novel.)
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Entertaining extremities
I am not wired to cherish extremes;
I overthink, till I haven't a clue,
Considering various reference schemes,
But from the moment I saw you ---
I knew.
Before, there had never been certainty
Within the fright of my mind's misty moors;
No truth had ever sparkled so bluntly
As that bright,
‘You are mine and I am yours.'
Suddenly, everything gleamed crystal clear;
Absolved, I was, from disquieting doubt;
My being, ridden by existential fear,
By your love arose toward the ninth cloud.
Now, long after you left and broke my heart,
I still cannot fathom we'd ever part.
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6-10-2021, M.A. Tempels © “... a Shakespearean sonnet.”
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Sonnet zero (as in worthless)
Shall I compare thee to a
Summer's, oh ---
What's the use?
Word, nor rhyme, nor metaphor
Matter anymore.
All these tokens of affection,
Unread, by reader, intended...
Created without raison d'être,
Outlive their deliriously established purpose.
Irrational by
Design; fantasized in semi-
Conscious
Survival mechanisms.
Reality
Cannot exist,
Yet the desperately clung to dream can't be
Conserved or maintained either.
What is left
Is the tension between
Vacuum and seal ;
A status quo
Of postponed
Nothingness.
I shall compare thee
To something, some
Other day...
If and when
Living / existing
May once more
Make sense.
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20-9-2021, M.A. Tempels ©
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Divine intervention
Elysium’s hymns, soft in her embrace,
Nigh persuade
My damned soul to surrender
Its earthen stronghold for infinite space
If not her heartbeat echoed
Its splendour.
To be so close to her love, free flowing,
Transcends ev'ry sense
Of dead or alive,
As the All
Begins shrinking and growing
Like a whelmed heart pounds
To try and survive.
Then, hallowed water, rejuvenating,
Trickles
From her lips in
Deepest kisses
Spilling elation; never abating
In bequeathing empyrean blisses.
She embodies the light of long lost skies;
My divine intervention, humanized.
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21-8-2021, M.A. Tempels © “... a Shakespearean sonnet.”
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Loveless paths, dead ends
The visions of prismatic paradise
Are safeguarded by the subconscious mind,
Still sensed alive in the realm of closed eyes
Rapidly moving till it’s you they find.
For a while scenes, fantasied, may flash by
In redesigned unforgotten futures
To visualize other paths to try;
Different lifelines sewing
Different sutures.
It is useless.
Every newly flicked switch
Puts on a light bulb soon to short-circuit;
Lust nor desire sustains the flame which
Welds fast these pieces...
They no longer fit.
Then, every considered future's dismissed;
Tossed to relive the day when we
First kissed.
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20-8-2021, M.A. Tempels © “... a Shakespearean sonnet.”
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Wonder’s embodiment
Youth: inchoate establishment of will,
Free and unbound by external senses,
Experiences, and deductions; still
Beholding all --- through
The clearest lenses.
Youth: the mind favors
Awe over verdict
In
Subconscious mental leniency,
Until life's rules of engagement
Turn strict
To guarantee
The brain's efficiency.
To stay alive,
The mind lets less ‘world’ in;
Indifference is inevitable,
Subsequent to this survival instinct
That causes the curious eyes to dull.
It's strange, the way she eludes this
Deemed truth;
Staying wonder attuned,
And full of youth.
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23-8-2021, M.A. Tempels © “... a Shakespearean sonnet.”
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