| Chivalry defined from the Round Table
Posted: 8/28/2005 6:53:41 AM | Reminded me of when my 22 yr old son was young and used to play with cardboard boxes that way. Wow....walk a wonderful walk down memory lane!!!
One Kiss ----- on 8/5/04 by Nightshade ( my nam de plume)
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I saw thee again in
dreamlike slumber after lids
heavy with sleep fell victim
Thy face colored by pastel hues of
gold and burnt orange
Lit by the flame of my bedroom
candle
The angelic face,eyes soft and
warm,calling me into their
calm interior where weary my soul
might lie and find rest
Senses yearning,soothe the ache
for a moment!
Thy arms were lithe,and picked me up as a breeze doth a leaf
Carried me off to yonder green meadow and lain me down
on earthen blanket, emerald green
And oh,the vision that followed! Wouldst that Heaven were as rich!
All of mankind is jealous, longing for thy lips
Thy angelic face drew near to mine and lips soft as the down
feathers of the new borne snow goose touched mine own
I closed my eyes in this dream and let senses out to full extent
The lips were felt inward and out as I allowed our souls to mingle
through that kiss
But cruel fate in mornings dawn! I awake at the sun peeking in curtains,
partly drawn ,and curse the morrows new light
For with it,sleepy eyes awaken once again and thus the journey
into paradise ends
I touched an angel in my astral fantasy,felt Heavens blessing in one kiss
And on the dusks wings, as the Sandman comes and lids succumb once again
May blessed I be to feel that angels kiss once more | |
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| Chivalry defined from the Round Table
Posted: 8/29/2005 2:41:34 AM | Wow azure....that poem is impressive. I like the details used to describe the moment. Please visit and post more. Your work will definately help my mind.
Thank you for your comments as well. Much appreciated | |
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Posted: 8/29/2005 6:42:26 AM | Off He Goes
He has received the word,
War is coming to the kingdom,
The king has summoned him,
It is time now.
His maiden, his true love, she is afraid for him,
No one likes war, and neither does she,
But she knows he must go.
From a knight in the round table,
Now he must become a soldier,
To defend the king, to defend their land,
And most important of all, to defend freedom.
The night before, she prays for her knight,
She prays for peace and not war,
To rest she goes, but tonight she shall not sleep.
Morning has come, his puts on his armor,
And today, he is the soldier,
Today is the day, war is to be fought.
Upon his horse he goes,
It is time now,
With his comrades in arms he goes,
As brothers today they fight alongside one another,
They will defend each other until the very last,
Courage and bravery in midst of the fear of death,
Truly, today the Angels of Death shall be waiting in the battlefield.
The king mounts his horse,
He shall lead them into battle,
On their horses and with their armor,
They are prepared to die for their king,
They are prepared to die for the kingdom,
They are prepared to die for their land and their freedom!
They are ready now, it is time for war,
As they leave,
The knight's maiden meets him at the gates of the castle,
Upon his arm, she ties her cloth made just for him,
It is go with him into battle,
So that he knows, she is with him,
. . .And she will be waiting for him. . . | |
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Posted: 9/12/2005 3:49:18 PM | Knight In Black
The sages have spoken, bishops agreed
To death with one, the king has decreed
In the arena, they must face each other
Once comrades in war, brother to brother
Unbeknownst to the knight dressed in white
That his foe is of blood, whom he must fight
He appears a mystery, dressed in black
Concealing his eyes by turning his back
It has been many years they’ve been apart
From the days they fought with courageous heart
Separated in battle, left for dead
The black knight fallen as his comrades fled
Many years he went waywardly about
The ways of chivalry left in doubt
Feelings of betrayal, consumed with wrath
Wandering distant realms in errant path
Though bitter wounds would heal in their due course
The past can creep on a knight and his horse
Old comrades stumbled upon him one day
Startled in fear and what he might say
Each concerned he may report their cower
They struck up their swords to overpower
But their own blood would spill as each one fell
Thus black knight now faces the decree from hell
The king sets the stage by a brothers hand
Choosing White Knight to avenge the land
Mounted and ready to joust to the death
Each knight positions and takes a deep breath
The trumpet sounds and each horse dashes
On the mad brink of dust and ashes
Just before the last galloping dance
The black knight nods before yeilding his lance
His helmet flies and wood splinters his chest
Fallen with honor as his eyes come to rest
The white knight lies prostrate to what he's done
Seeing blood betrayed the day he had run
In guilt and shame, he weeps and laments
To his brothers last, sacrificing moments | |
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Posted: 9/12/2005 5:30:09 PM | | Thank You DragoN.....It was one of those that started one way but took its own course in the afternoon. Guess it has to do with the strands of loyalty and feelings when it is taken for granted. | |
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Posted: 11/23/2005 2:50:07 PM | The white froth tumbles and rolls
The path it takes no one controls
Creeping water in salty mist
Under dark skies of amethyst
Todays castle inside out
From grays and blues waltzing about
Two steps forward where shorelines meet
Its cool wetness buries my feet
Moonlight flickers the ocean vast
Shallow glimpse of its deepened past
So my heart hides its essence
Beneath the sea sung in silence | |
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Posted: 11/23/2005 3:19:58 PM | Hi you 2....
Found this page almost 3 months back...didn't realize it has been that long.
Excellent addition.....N.... you were always good at doing that. | |
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Posted: 11/28/2005 8:15:58 PM | An Eagle In Flight
Seems like yesterday of that time ago
The ultra sound of life’s precious tempo
Nurses back and forth, mother in a stew
As we waited anxiously to greet you
Your little head entering this new land
Followed with the stretch of each foot and hand
Those first visions of light and breaths of air
As I held you in my palms with tender care
That innocent soul when looking in your eyes
A treasured blessing far beyond the skies
Bringing you home to a room painted blue
The many mornings hearing you coo
Squeezing my finger, kicking those feet
Sitting quietly with Cheerio’s to eat
Taking your first steps, walking without fear
How much you learned within that first year
I recall my days filled with stress and strain
Finding my chair before going insane
But then I felt your tug grasping on my knee
As you pulled upward climbing my body
Those little hands petting my face
Then biting my chin as you tightly embrace
Soon I forgot about my hellish day
Touched by your smile and your toddler play
How much you needed me and I needed you
Bringing me the world of a child’s view
I remember the nights of roaring thunder
You ran to my bed as I curled you under
We pretended we were eagles high in flight
Far above the storm away from the fright
Softly gliding over the jet stream air
Though the storms raged we rested without care
In just a few minutes you fell asleep
As I felt like a sandwich left counting sheep
The many fond moments and memories
From go-cart races to climbing trees
Watching you swing across the monkey bars
To sleeping out among the moon and stars
Time stepped away and soon you were grown
An empty house with mom and I alone
Moments to memories like dusk to dawn
Crawling to walking then mature and gone
Cannot rewind the day we said goodbye
As you found your place under another sky
In the blistering sun three oceans away
Where the storms rage but the rain clouds stray
The many nights I could hear the thunder
But how you were I was left to wonder
Today I sit here by the fireplace
Looking at you dressed in honor and grace
Centered on the mantel in blue and white
Full of glory like an eagle in flight
The grandchildren asking about their dad
As I boast of your fame when you were a lad
The roar of the crowd when they spoke your name
After the touchdown that won the game
I spoke of the homerun at the last out
And your dominance in each wrestling bout
But most of all how much you love them
How you valued life and valued freedom
In the midst of battle how you stood brave
Saving your comrades with the life you gave
As you soar above the earth and sky
Over the storm where the eagles fly
Can you save me a place where I can rest
On the winds of grace where the eagles nest | |
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Posted: 12/11/2005 1:27:07 PM | Precious Touch
Their little hands working away
The precious touch with love’s intent
Cutting, pasting, eyes opened wide
Captured by the Christmas moment
Shiny glitter in sticky glue
Of blues and whites, greens and reds
Scattered messes across the room
From glitter spills and paper shreds
The fresh cut pine, emerald green
The sparkling lights and ribbon laces
Created treasures on the tree
Laughter sings with smiling faces
Each decoration represents
Memories from those heartfelt years
Priceless gifts never forgotten
Impassioned thoughts with trickling tears | |
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Posted: 12/12/2005 1:44:36 AM | 4483
Wings of Heart
29 October 2005
On gossamer wings
and hearts worldwide spread
Those happenings as to
that of butter and bread
This dairy of envelopment
being the milk of flavor to kind
To think of another who
was upon your mind
In spreading those golden wings
sending thought and medium forth
Gone from where spirit begins
toward a journey of outcome
in probationary course
An aura of extravagance
where tomorrow was born
Upon a path of everlasting stardust
pampering to those from dusk to morn
"Train whistle blowing, makes a sleepy noise;
Underneath their blankets go all the girls and boys.
Rocking, rolling, riding, out along the bay,
All bound for Morningtown, many miles away."
lyrics of the song: Morningtown Ride
Words and Music by Malvina Reynolds
Performed by the Australian group The Seekers (1966)
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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Posted: 12/26/2005 7:28:09 AM | This was re-done.
An Eagle In Flight
Seems like yesterday of that time ago
The ultra sound of life’s precious tempo
Nurses back and forth, mother in a stew
As we waited anxiously to greet you
Your little head entering this new land
Followed with the stretch of each foot and hand
Those first visions of light and breaths of air
As I held you in my palms with tender care
That innocent soul when looking in your eyes
A treasured blessing far beyond the skies
Bringing you home to a room painted blue
The many mornings hearing you coo
Squeezing my finger, kicking those feet
Sitting quietly with Cheerio’s to eat
Taking your first steps, walking without fear
How much you learned within that first year
I recall my days filled with stress and strain
Finding my chair before going insane
But then I felt your tug grasping on my knee
As you pulled upward climbing my body
Those little hands petting my face
Then biting my chin as you tightly embrace
Soon I forgot about my hellish day
Touched by your smile and your toddler play
How much you needed me and I needed you
Bringing me the world of a child’s view
I remember the nights of roaring thunder
You ran to my bed as I curled you under
We pretended we were eagles high in flight
Far above the storm away from the fright
Softly gliding over the jet stream air
Though the storms raged we rested without care
In just a few minutes you fell asleep
As I felt like a sandwich left counting sheep
The many fond moments and memories
From go-cart races to climbing trees
Watching you swing across the monkey bars
To sleeping out among the moon and stars
Time stepped away and soon you were grown
An empty house with mom and I alone
Moments to memories like dusk to dawn
Crawling to walking then mature and gone
Cannot rewind the day we said goodbye
As you found your place under another sky
In the blistering sun three oceans away
Where the storms rage but the rain clouds stray
The many nights I could hear the thunder
But how you were I was left to wonder
Until I heard the knocking at the door
And then saw your mother curled up on the floor
My breath escaped me as numbness took hold
The world around suddenly growing cold
Frozen in time with my greatest fear
My heart drowning from agony’s tear
Today I sit here by the fireplace
Looking at you dressed in honor and grace
Centered on the mantel in blue and white
Full of glory like an eagle in flight
The grandchildren asking about their dad
As I boast of your fame when you were a lad
The roar of the crowd when they spoke your name
After the touchdown that won the game
I spoke of the homerun at the last out
And your dominance in each wrestling bout
But most of all how much you love them
How you valued life and valued freedom
In the midst of battle how you stood brave
Saving your comrades with the life you gave
As you soar above the earth and sky
Over the storm where the eagles fly
Can you save me a place where I can rest
On the winds of grace where the eagles nest | |
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Posted: 12/26/2005 7:30:44 AM | The Blistering Wilderness
Time and its domain of four dimensions
I forge ahead with my life’s provisions
The gateway between the past and present
Has closed its door in the passing moment
When roads diverged I traveled the one less
Somewhere yonder to find my wilderness
My soul knew no cost when journey started
Through the valley of the broken hearted
Left with two drops of watering refresh
The searing sun ravages through my flesh
Day finally falls, time to proceed on
I must not rest until tomorrow’s dawn
The passing night brings the cold heavy wind
Sending shivers to my blistering skin
Its whirling sand as the desert grains race
Pummels my body and thrashes my face
I press forward scaling dune to dune
In lonely nights under a restless moon
Sands shifting beneath my fragile feet
Contending with time before daylight’s heat
Still in the middle of the lowland drear
The wake of dawn is quickly drawing near
I must find some refuge within the hour
Before the desert flames burn and devour
The sun now rising rolling to the west
The narrow of a cliff offers me rest
In my listless slumber the vultures flock
And scorpions scamper from rock to rock
Silently creeping the barren below
The sun’s blistering rays find my shadow
I wake to its heat as sweat trickles down
My hands start to burn on the scorching ground
My shriveling tongue, unquenchable thirst
My feeble body, wretched and cursed
The vultures hover awaiting their feast
To eat of my flesh before I’m deceased
Just at the brink of resigning to fate
The fragrances of rain invigorate
Though the atmosphere appears clear blue
The air permeates with a storm in brew
Born from the ocean and risen on high
Carried by the winds of the western sky
The trumpets announce and the drum beats rage
The clouds billow over the mountain stage
A gray shadow steals across the dry plain
The rushing wind roars like a moving train
Sounds of driving rain, down over the hills,
Dashing through valleys to the base it spills
Pouring showers flowing down my face
Immersing and cooling with its embrace
My mouth catching the rivulets roll
As racing water slakes my weary soul
Bouncing left and right, steady beating pour
Sands consuming ‘til they can take no more
Mountain vales gushing as rain submerges
Rock-strewn cliffs becoming water surges
Creeks overflowing in the dry divide
The desert thirst quenched by the running tide
The dry earth absorbs the flooding streams
The seeds lying dormant burst at the seams
New breath begins to spring up through the sand
Its delicate scent blooms across the land
Without rain the seeds would shrivel to dust
A vibrant river will harden and crust
Beauty will erode when the sand thrashes
All that’s alive will crumble to ashes
O send me the rain to revive my life
Deliver my soul from this desert strife
Set it free from searing deprivation
Quench its essence from the desiccation
O rain O rain let the rivers run through
Immerge my tired soul, give it breath anew
Let seeds spring open and the green stand tall
Give my life strength let fragrances enthrall | |
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Posted: 1/21/2006 9:27:38 PM | Angry nights in tears
Sleeping with our fears
Shall open the gate
Giving refuge to hate
To eat of the fruit
From this bitter root
Shall poison the soul
Waiting bells to toll
But hearts forgiveness
Dissolves bitterness
That one may strengthen
And love once again | |
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Posted: 1/28/2006 2:57:51 PM | Funny^^^^ what i wrote a few days past sure don't want to heed to that today.
Yesterday I entered a long dark corridor seeking a place to hide.
The heavy door slamming shut no turning back
The walls creaking in the old musty hall
Webs strung down passing over my face
I can feel the damp floor seaping in my shoes
My chest weighing hard with memories of the past
My heart feeling frail and my eyes losing sight
Yet somewhere in the middle I find a moment to rest
As a crack of light splinters where I choose to sit
The light reflects off the mist from my breath
As the mist crystalizes on the ceilings and walls
O how I just want to lie here awhile left alone
No one to cause me pain, no one to disrupt my peace
My hands stinging from the frozen floor. My eyes heavily lay
This is my solitude a new place where others do not belong.
Time to go the day is coming to a close.
The doorway at the end creeps open to a resting sun
The gateway of tomorrow comes. A new season dawning.
Goodbye yesterday. We are completed.
time to seal my heart and leave that chamber frozen.
I know whats there and that is all that matters. | |
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Posted: 2/1/2006 4:40:44 PM | Been a while since I've written here, Hope all is well BK!!!!
Empty trails up the mountain
The dust spreading freely behind
Within the trees the hold the cover
And the shadows so confined
To reach the summit of all fears
Upon the watchful eyes
The people of the valley seek
The answers from the wise
Knights on horseback climb
Through the thinning air
Past the signs of desperation
That warn all too beware
Finally they reach the peak
And find the question’s answer
It was inside them
The quest was the enhancer
They are the souls of today
They hold the questions key
Through the rays of the sun
They learned of inner peace to be………..
Sam | |
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Posted: 2/2/2006 6:43:38 AM | Thy skeptic knight cometh, witnessing amongst the prose, as thy heart and hands that build these round tables listens and caresses silence and rage, as defined shivalrous words validated themselves in drink.
Mythological times
and fantasy games
irrelevant truths
you rearrange
wents of old
Hah, I say
realities told
and faced every day
don't make me laugh
knights and dragons
fantasy flights
are jets and sunset islands
and those whimsical prose
you cunningly out
romancing your thoughts
is what that's all about
and when hearts are closed
and put to true loves test
how does one giveth
my skeptic knows best
cold and selective
hearts of steele
locked, shut in lies
refusing to feel
ignoring lifes cries
who needs the real
while void munger buy
more fantasy shpeel
and who still sits
at these round tables
tis it not mostly men
spewing their fine fables
and movies books and wisdoms
may very well be
written with hearts
and fine minds fantasy
but underneath words
reality remains
as hungry goes hungry
without books and games
and so wise words mean nothing
to those that need drink
from wells of clear water
not wells that just think
and be safe in your ethnic castles
surrounded by comfort
and wait
while your powers of tongue
sometimes
masterbate
so nay I say
fool us not
with fantasy chivalry
and times forgot
for chivalry is action
not words of thought
but I'm just as guilty
because
sometimes
that's all I've got
and as you can see
I too, spew a lot.
ma, not directed at anyone, just taking my skeptic dog out for a run a muck is all...:)
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Posted: 2/4/2006 7:02:06 AM | Thanks mari for sharing. I sent my web page awhile back not sure if you got it.
OM. "for chivalry is action not words of thought" I absolutely agree. And I agree that there is a starving world out there and we have a responsibility to reach out by our deeds not words and agree that our Kings are just getting fat. This thread is to provoke thought and requires the reader to look deeper than to assume it is just about fantasy. Even the poets of old used metaphors and prose to convey a real and personable message. | |
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Posted: 2/5/2006 9:50:59 PM | The Steeler Romp
They were the underdogs from the very start
But their sweat and tears came from the heart
The bengles got bangled, the colts got saddled
Jake the snake choked and the broncos got rattled
We rolled into Detroit our heads held high
The Bus and Heinz, Big Ben and Fast Willy
As towels whirled the hawks became silly
Just like before the announcers turned
Half time report said we would get burned
But the gold and black made their attack
Now world champs and next year we'll be back
Ok so I had a few beers . Thought I would at least try. | |
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Posted: 2/5/2006 10:07:39 PM | With a broken heart
pride torn and shattered
where once stood honor,
now pity sleeps.
Not the handiwork of others
only myself to blame
no magic woven from loving hands
but, a dark tapestry just the same.
Wherein there lies the key to the riddle,
intertwined our destiny's lie
panting and bleeding
drawing strength from stillness
waiting to rise again.
There is no succor
there are no absolutes
only in living again do we find
the painful escape
from the death
of us. | |
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Posted: 2/20/2006 3:31:53 AM | The Kings Plea
When once a king
It would seem
Now a peasant
So what right do I have to speak ill of ?
At best guess
It was all meant to be ...
This
Duality
In lives
As if
I should think
Myself
Lucky
I keep hearing
Echos of try and unlearnd before me
Do I consider this an honour?
Yet
Your clues are so elusive and vague
Filled with strange thoughts of ill and repair
Surely tries have not gone unseen
I've walked your coals
And grassy nolls
In faith and uncertainty
Bathed in your natural beauty
Quested in your demands of quest
Those days on years
Soft blows to the soles
All reminders of
My Time
Nearing
An end
And Still
I live in your fog
Unknowing
Unseen
And
Untouched
Have I been as ruthless
As he once was?
Have I no right to ask?
If for only, a small grant
Could I swim
In
Unpained
Unthought
Moments
Like that moment
In the party hall
Around and around
We went
On those
Plastic
Clouds
Yet,
I ask
Please
When is
The enough
Of what feels like
Chains
In timeless
Debt
And
Death
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You inspired something in me awhile back, bin working on this...Thank you! | |
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Posted: 2/20/2006 4:14:48 AM | Om-not that you asked, but have you considererd trying to rewrite the above poem using the part below as an ending? It's very strong. Quite striking.
My Time
Nearing
An end
And Still
I live in your fog
Unknowing
Unseen
And
Untouched | |
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