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Posted: 6/11/2005 12:32:46 PM | A kings feast tonight, for a Black Knight!
who's galantry, out shines... the sunlight
to use his sword, this day
not to cut into enemies nor slay beasts
but to cut out pieces, of cake... on this day! | |
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Posted: 6/17/2005 9:19:02 PM | My time here is waning down
Yet I stay I love each friend
I ponder whether to delete
Somethings must come to an end
I will give this thought but
know that it heavily weighs
Just know i may not be on much
as I ponder whether to stay | |
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Posted: 6/17/2005 9:44:37 PM | Hi Black Knight... I hope, all is well with you...
Time is just a matter, of the mind
simply living, day by day
experiencing, new things
as it comes, on by
sometimes good, other times bad
but all the time, exilerating
exercise, too thoughts inclined
we come and we go
placing our lives, in show
our rymes and the inner spirit, that grows
like sharpening, of knives
we use, the pain or joys
too write, our views
for us? for others? too, learn
or simply, just amuse
all and all, its a ride and half
the power of the mind, is here
for all, to grasp | |
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Posted: 6/17/2005 10:04:50 PM | Immortality? is a hard one to ponder
shall i stay or go, who knows?
for sites thereon, therein or unknown?
we never quite, fade away
for trails we leave behind
are far, from grey
like foot prints, in the sand
its all, in life's plan
too be taken, from here to there
and be brought back, later to share
with our souls, laying bare | |
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Posted: 6/18/2005 9:51:54 AM | Aids, to the cause
when one faulter, the others come to call
rising to the occasion
acting as a brace or crutch
so that, they do not fall
one of lifes truths, simply being there
with care, so fair
friendships, aligned
such beauty, when others
rising to thier duty
how many more truths, can be found
in threads, we roam around
more honest, there doesn't seem to be
for friendships at hand, are truly
a beautiful sight, to see | |
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Posted: 7/2/2005 9:33:36 PM | The darkened path around the bend
Unbeaten way, where does it end
The crescent moon's mischief smile
Just a dance of its twinkling guile
Lured to explore blackened hollow
Inner woods and souls they swallow
Where has his fair maiden gone
Vanished from sight no trace at dawn | |
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Posted: 7/3/2005 12:59:23 PM | A poets heart, is like a song thats waiting to write
whether from inner feelings or outer, sights
we evolve with time, place pen to paper
like a scribe, in our very own times
seeking for others, to view
and maybe change, a few rules
hopefully making life, a little brighter
bringing issues up, where sight
has become dimmer, from lighter
just my way of thinking, i suppose?
really don't mean, too impose?
we all have, our points of focus
just some of us, move around
like pens, who migrate like locusts | |
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Posted: 7/11/2005 8:54:30 PM | I am ...
at this moment as I've always been
thee enigma of championed hope
the herald of victories conquest
and justice to moral decrepitation
I am...
with certitude the mythic harbinger
a simple feather from the angel of death
the might against the abyss of chaos
the dream lived within the uncertainty
I am...
of ancient memory and futures claim
the spoke of truth and wheel of greatness
the glory of all that is righteous and good
the dilemma that spites the rage of darkness
I am...
a true shining beacon pure and untainted
the cleanser of all that is wrong and evil
sought by the moral filth but unreachable
desired by the wicked but the prize of only One
I am...
forged of heart, and steel by the hand of light
the shear force of order in the soul of man
the unstoppable belief of good and rightness
the true heart of the once and future King
I AM
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Posted: 7/22/2005 9:17:59 PM | The rolling misty fog silent creeping
The mariner lies the morning sleeping
Rhythmic tone of the the bay side bell
The breaking wind the loose vessles sail
Sudden Awakening the fog horn roar
The lost hazy mind where is the seashore
The damp settling mist clinging to the face
Swallowed by the ghost, vanished, no trace | |
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Posted: 7/23/2005 10:11:33 PM | Ok this is a religious poem but hey i was compelled to write so I did. Wanted to for awhile and had notes over time to assist so here it is.
The Blood That Spills
The hour was nigh to meet with his fate
Powers of darkness consumed in their hate
The red beads of sweat from a blood drenched head
Remove this cup to his father he pled
Just a stone's throw away, his brothers slept
None at the watch as the enemies crept
Seized by nights cover betrayed by a kiss
Thirty shekels of silver for blood like this
Mocking blasphemy as tempers inflame
He stands there in silence to each false claim
Abandoned by brothers left to his own
Blameless he must face this course all alone
His comrad would cower accused by his foe's
Thrice will deny before the rooster crows
Blindfolded and beaten mouth spilling red
Tearing the garments the sinless one bled
Clenching the hair as they ripped out his beard
Flesh torn from his face as swollen eyes teared
Passed through the courts his words put on trial
Messiah or not, he speaks no denial
The washed hands of a judge no wrong he sees
"Let the people choose to do as they please"
The murderer goes free when the men cry
It's God's child whom they wish to crucify
Tied to a post forty lashes less one
Flesh dangles in shreds before they are done
Led into a hall the soldiers circle
He stands faint as they clothe him in purple
His head dressed with a twisted crown of thorns
His face spat on as the garrison scorns
The blows to his head beaten by a reed
Thorns puncture the skull as they watch him bleed
Cross on his back escorted to the street
Battered body fell his strength in defeat
One would bear his cross by soldiers request
Dragging to the place of his final rest
The rusted nails sinking nine inches deep
The screams of anguish while the mothers weep
Gathering crowds mocking while he torments
Soldiers cast lots dividing his garments
His frail frame writhing in agony's stress
A body in shock, a heart in duress
He speaks these words after all he's been through
"Father forgive them, they know not what they do"
His mother broken lying in dispair
As he suffocates struggling for air
The cold consumes, his life overtakened
As cries to his father are forsakened
The sun grows dark over the whole land
Its face is blotched out by the father's hand
Cries for deliverance echo across time
Pleading his blood, the price of man's crime
From the anguished mariner lost at sea
To the soldiers wounds from metal debris
From a dad's tears for his child lying frail
To greiving widows when the towers fell
To all who felt lost in hopeless dispair
Looking for answers and someone to care
Hearing the cries he pays to set us free
With sacrificial blood that runs down the tree
The earth trembles, the veil tears in two
The centurion weeps "surely its true"
The spirit given to father's embrace
Holy of holies has a new dwelling place
Oh where oh where is the sting of death
All fulfilled after he takes his last breath
Three days to rise, the stone rolled from the tomb
He walks with the living conquering doom
To the father's house he now must dwell
Until the judgement of angels who fell
It will be a day like the last great flood
The sun will grow dark and moon drip with blood
Then trumpets will sound and the clouds will roll
He will come like lightning for each elect soul | |
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Posted: 8/14/2005 1:04:40 PM | The Weary Way
A wayward time has given birth
To see beyond the edge of earth
Out of the gray into the black
In darkened skies no traces back
New moon hovers in secret pass
No star to shine as clouds amass
The valley echos in stillness sound
The pitch of night no light is found
Tightly inching the narrow ledge
Staring over the outer edge
Above the cliff, town of sorrow
A faithless hope cries tomorrow
The rhyme of man, the fate to all
By dust they come, to dust they fall
Old clock ticks in the middle square
Its hands of time do not care
The pendulum swings from this tower
Twelve tolls to sound the midnight hour
Silence broken with deathly rattles
The grip of fear, the soul embattles
Awakened wolves in distant howl
Questions uttered from hooting owl
What lies in the deepened ravine
The swallowed light, below unseen
Is there life or is there death
For racing heart, consuming breath
The last bell tolls then silence rings
The thoughts come clear as stillness sings
Shall see what lies at break of day
For now must inch the weary way | |
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Posted: 8/16/2005 2:42:24 PM | Castle With A View
It was our domain where the tall grass grew
In the whistling song as the warm wind blew
The strands toasted brown from the August sun
Its soft caresses in afternoon fun
The scent of white lace and tiger lilies
And katydid tunes in soft melodies
As we cut secret trails through the deep field
To sunken terrain for hideouts to build
With beach towel capes like supermen wear
And crabapple bombs to fling through the air
We dived in the grass with our arms spread wide
And crawled underneath for a place to hide
Time appeared to stop as the sparrows sung
The bumblebees buzzed and grasshoppers flung
Til that faintly heard jingle caught us at play
Circling the bend interrupting our day
With capes flying high through the field we soared
Yelling "Ice Cream!! Ice Cream!!" as bellies roared
Tasting the delight of a dreamsicle treat
As creamy nectar dripped down at our feet
We then watched the airplanes crisscross the sky
With their feathery streaks painted on high
Til the sun dipped low, yellows fading red
From Crimson to purple as star lights spread
The world seemed like a castle with a view
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Posted: 8/21/2005 7:01:31 AM | 
This fair lady has found your stories to be very entertaining~
Your writing skills are excellent...above par!
My scarf is tossed to you!
My attention was drawn due to the chivalrous title of this thread, the entertainment value held me here. Some awesome writings in here! Bravo! Please keep up the good work!!
Leave the Bee's Be....very cute!
Fantasy! I love it!
*Live*Laugh*Love*
~Dena~
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Posted: 8/21/2005 9:28:45 AM | I wrote this a while back , I love fantasy.
A Maiden's Love
Maiden: I have waited for this day, my Prince will come to me
My eyes of blue show tenderness, that only he can see.
Where are ye my Prince, this castle is so cold
I need thee arms around me, to warm my very soul.
Prince: Thou hast my love sweet maiden, forever and day
Come walk with me in the meadows, least I might lose my way.
We will dance to the music, the birds will surely sing
I will offer ye these flowers, and this your wedding ring.
Maiden: I will walk with thee sweet Prince, near the castle grounds
And watch with faith enduring, the love that we hath found.
For in thee my heart I do entrust, forever and a day
And I am always with thee, never to lose my way.
Prince: I will offer up my Kingdom, built for thee my love
And ask that our love be blessed, from angels up above.
For ye have brought me happiness, that I have never seen
And I'd wait right here forever, for you to be my Queen.
written: by Theresa
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Posted: 8/22/2005 7:32:36 PM | | Thank you Mari, Hearts delight and theresa for your welcomed comments and support. It inspire me to write when I get the chance. Theresa, your poem is beautiful and thank you for sharing. | |
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Posted: 8/27/2005 11:16:48 AM | Dad arrived home and wheeled in a huge box
Waiting, watching, what mystery unlocks
Rolling up the stairs and in through the door
Sitting it down on the livingroom floor
Our minds were filled, consumed with surprise
Watching him open with his bulging eyes
From the box to the corner he slid
Just like us with the excitement of a kid
The big wooden frame had funny looking ears
And in that frame a snowman appears
Dad played with the ears and turned its nose
Then started yelling at that picture that snows
He smacked the side before going to the roof
He was on a mission to remove the snowy goof
Up and down many times in delirium
Twisting and turning some funny metal stem
The more hissing we heard the more angry he got
Til kicking the box that he just had bought
Bouncing it through the room, out the door it went
Not much caring about the money he spent
While dad watched that snowman the rest of the day
We took the large box to the yard to play
We cut out some windows and painted the side
Then cut out the middle to open wide
We crawled in and looked all around
It truly was a castle that we had found
While dad continued to cry like a boy
Sulking all day with his broken kids toy
Our afternoon was spent in much pleasure
For we discovered dads genuine treasure
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Posted: 8/28/2005 6:50:06 AM | You, m'lord, have such a flare for putting pen to paper. You truly need to think about having these published in a book. Your writing skills are truly amazing. I have so enjoyed reading everyone of them.
My writing tends to lean more towards John Keats style. And I do not think I have any to share that tis of knights and chivalry. But I would like to post one none the less. If twould be allowed.
Azure Gypsy | |
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