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January, 2013

Issue # Two

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Contents Letter from the Editor .................................................. 3 Debbie J. Embrey ................................................................ 4 So much Sorrow (Triolet) ...................................................... 5 Triolet of Death ...................................................................... 7 Spare the Dragon (Triolet) .................................................... 9 Living and Dying(Triolet) .................................................... 11 Christine Gorham .............................................................. 13 My Beliefs .............................................................................. 14 Land of the Living (Kyrielle) .............................................. 16 What I am thankful for (a unique round) .......................... 18 If I had one wish (another unique round) ......................... 20 My Family Tree (another unique round) ........................... 20 Eric Mwathi................................................................. 24 To Colin Wilson (Ballade) ................................................... 24 Death of Intellect (Triolet) .................................................. 28 Stars (Triolet)......................................................................... 32

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Letter of the Editor Dear Readers, Thank you accessing Rondeau Poetry Review’s second issue. As mentioned on the cover, this issue will include rondeaus on death. Don’t worry, about them being too gloomy. Having read through them already, I assure you, that they’re pleasantly thoughtful, though at times brutally honest. As you may know, anything or anyone, who stops living is dead. However even what has never been a living thing, can, theoretically can die too. Hope, faith, and even love die, in the minds of people and of beings all the time. Still, there are those, who deny, such a thing as death, exists. They believe those whose lives end, somehow get carried into the next one, be it that they come back as another person, creature or as an object, or that they turn up into some other place, where a type of after life takes place. When one person may lose hope, the love of one thing or the faith in one thing, those feelings, mentioned are believed to still continue to live in others. They might feel, for example, that a person might lose hope in some thing or someone. Hope, however, is seen immortal and will continue to live in some other form and in some other place. A thing we hate might be loved by someone else. We might lose faith in something, on the day that someone believs in it. So, death, as you can see, is something on which not only many think differently on, but makes a fascinating topic to write rondeau poetry on, which I hope you, dear readers, might greately enjoy, Best Wishes, Eric Mwathi (Editor) 3


.Debbie J. Embrey.

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So Much Sorrow (triolet) I'm not sure if I should feel this way The pain hits so hard I fall abrupt Perhaps it's natural and that's okay I'm not sure if I should feel this way Death seized my heart; led me astray Feeling ashamed and oh so corrupt I'm not sure if I should feel this way The pain hits so hard I fall abrupt.

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.Triolet of Death. From a beating heart into the dark The world once known is no more Leaving behind in this world my mark From a beating heart into the dark Afterlife now is the trail which I embark So unlike the trails I've trod before From a beating heart into the dark The world once known is no more.

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Spare the Dragon (triolet) Hark! Do not tempt to take him away! That dragon happens to belong to me You're ripping out my heart with what you say Hark! Do not tempt to take him away! You can't put him to sleep 'cause he's no stray Spare the dragon and set him free Hark! Do not tempt to take him away That dragon happens to belong to me!

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Living and Dying (triolet) How can I continue to keep going? My heart is torn; shredded to bits Living a life like this and still not knowing How can I continue to keep going? My heart's being pulled, in need of towing Living and dying, I'm thrusting into fits. How can I continue to keep going? My heart is torn; shredded to bits.

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.Christine Gorham.

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My Belief's God is LOVE, can't you see, He is the LIGHT that shines in me. Open your eyes and believe. God is love can't you see. You can feel his presence if you believe. His power and mercy comforts me. God is LOVE, can't you see, He is the light that shines in me.

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Land of the Living (Kyrielle) In the land of the living, There has got to be forgiving. We're singing my song, tagging along, Living in the city wonderland. In the land of the living, Let's do away with the sorrow Replace it by the cheerful' s rather than the sorrow. Living in the city wonderland. In the land of the living, We can build a new beginning. Learning to all get along, singing our song Living in the city wonderland. In the land of the living, Let's all stop the pretending, And all get along singing our song. Living in the city wonderland. In the land of the living, We can all throw a big party, For a brand new start. In the land of the forgiving. Living in the city wonderland.

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What am I Thankful for (a unique round) What am I thankful for? Raising my children being healthy and strong. What am I thankful for? Having God in my life! What am I thankful for? Wisdom to know right from wrong. What am I thankful for ? Having the knowledge to learn. What am I thankful for? Knowing life is precious and not to be taken for granted. What am I thankful for? Thankful for having the ability to love. What am I thankful for? For everything I have in life. What am I thankful for? My grandchildren whom I adore. What am I thankful for? For the time I had with mom before her passing. What am I thankful for? All my brothers and sisters, whom I adore. What am I thankful for? The terrific friends in our life. What am I thankful for? For a terrific daughter, Rhonda. What am I thankful for? The strength the Lord has given me. What am I thankful for? Last but not least being here at all poetry. What am I thankful for?

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If I Had A Wish (another unique round) If I had a wish, War's would turn around. If I had a wish, There would be peace and harmony. If I had a wish, Hope would be a reality. If I had a wish, Love would be spread around. If I had a wish, We would be tolerant and forgiving. If I had a wish, Hostility wouldn't exist. If I had a wish, We would all admire our abilities. If I had a wish, Forgiveness would be a given. If I had a wish.

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My Family Tree (Kyrielle) My father was a Vollmar In a huge family tree. He had 12 brothers and sisters, In his family tree. They lived on a farm near Bowling Green, A thousand acres of land Seeds were planted come spring and they were green.. In his family tree. In the 1800's the kids went to school And walked down the dirt road, To the Vollmar school. There was a school in our name, In his family tree. In the 1900's back near Bowling Green There was a Vollmar's Park By the Maumee River near Bowling Green The Park thrived and was popular back near Bowling Green In his family tree. In the years that have passed by The school, farm and park are gone. But our family is rich in history, In his family tree. 22


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.Eric Mwathi.

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To Colin Wilson (Ballade) Alas, poor Colin Wilson, fell, The man was only eighty two. At twenty his first book, sold well, Unlike, the later works he’d do. They shunned him, like an odious smell, And made sure his fame never grew, Until his work had ceased to sell. Poor, Colin, I’ll be missing you. His voice rung clearly, like a bell. His eloquence could stun a crew. His thoughts stuck to your hair, like jell, Though not all, he believed, was true, It still managed to ring that knell, And made me glad, when I felt blue, Making you feel the world was swell. Poor, Colin, I’ll be missing you.

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The stories, that he used to tell, Were like pictures an artist drew. His wisdom managed to repel, Stupidity that stuck like glue. He was the type, who could excel, In speaking of concepts, quite knew, Yet bight-sized, like tinned mackerel, Poor, Colin, I’ll be missing you. Envoi Now you’re in heaven, with Marcel, And Sartre, and the clever few, Chanting to work, played by Ravel. Poor, Colin, I’ll be missing you.

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Death of Intellect (Triolet) Sometimes I feel that intellect is dead. All schools have got its blood spread on their hands. We have to learn to teach ourselves instead. Sometimes I feel that intellect is dead. We must think with our heart and not our head, And that’s a fact nobody understands. Sometimes I feel that intellect is dead. From stupid things that our system demands.

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Stars (Triolet) The stars are sacrificed to serve our dreams, Until they top themselves with tons of pills, Celebrities, are on death row, it seems. The stars are sacrificed to serve our dreams. We love the joy, to watch them hurt, instils, Like when rumours are spread, that one switched teams. All stars are sacrificed to serve our dreams, Fame is not gold, simply because it gleams.

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.Contributors.

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Debbie J. Embrey

Debbie J. Embrey is a mother of three children, a stepdaughter and several grandchildren. She has been writing poetry, since age 19, which had been the very day that her youngest child was born. Like so many others she has overcome a lot of problems, which was partly thanks to her writing poetry. Especially, during those times, her motto has been that “If we stand strong, against the salvaging winds and waves, we can overcome.� Debbie J. Embrey has published poetry widely which has each left her with an 'Editor's Choice Award' certificates and finds it an honour to have published more than one poem, for the first time in her life, in this poetry anthology, for which she gives God the glory, for making her a gifted poet.

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Christine Gorham Christine Gorham is a poet, who is based in the Ohio Texas, of the United States. She is fifty nine years of age.

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Eric Mwathi Eric Mwathi’s fiction and poetry has been published under Shot Glass Journal, Tongue Mag Magworth's Literary Magazine, AllPoetry.com. Bard’s Magazine, Garbaj literary magazine, Stactes Greek literary Magazine, and The Supplement, was shortlisted and considered for the World City Stories Prize and contributed to Shannon Norman’s Natural Reflections (A Collection of Poems). Before editing this poetry journal he had also started the Everyman’s Poetry Journal, edited the Anthology of Contemporary Love Poetry, and the Anthology of Religious Prose & Poetry, The Rondeau Poetry Review’s Anthology on Nature and the Anthology of Prose and Poetry on Desire. See more of his work at his website : http://ericmwathispoetry.webs.com/.

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Rondeau Poetry Review (second issue)  

This is the second issue of the Rondeau Poetry Review and the first one of this year. Enjoy reading it.

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