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Posted: 1/15/2005 12:45:20 AM | Oh knights and maidens, hear my words
this 'chivalry' doth make you nerds
please rest and quaff some ale from gourds
before you trample me in herds
Now,
elfs and orcs in stories written
dames distressed and scoundrels smitten
valiant knights who'd save a kitten
the little boy who lost his mitten (sorry, got carried away there)
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Sir This-And-That you so revere
who fought with mace, and lance and spear
and thrice in battle lost an ear
but never once succumbed to fear
did not exist - is this not clear?
he never walked upon our sphere
nor held a lover close and dear
and had no code which to adhere
adore him not, and shed no tear
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no wizards did to him appear
he had no friend, no foe or peer
not Lancelot or Bedevere
for they as well were never here
Well,
Cervantes told us of a knight
Quixote, who, in maddened flight
on Rozinante did alight
with Sancho Panza clear in sight
and challenged windmills to a fight
'tho in his head he was not right
(he once fought sheep with all his might)
on chivaly he shone a light
and let us see its piteous plight
So,
such tales are naught but fantasy
an idle thought, a reverie
in French it would be 'la folie'
to take these stories seriously
i don't deny that you are free
i only wish you'll hear my plea
wake up my friends and you will see
a place i call 'reality'
And Furthermore,
move out of your parents' basement! | |
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Posted: 1/15/2005 12:43:36 PM |  well written
"And Furthermore,
move out of your parents' basement! " Lol.
Sometimes I feel like I am pushed to the basement but its my own.
Yesterday was hell.
I have to deal with reality often this is an escape but metaphors to disect reality.
I am in here mainly to entertain some ladies (Not doing well lately)
But also to release steam or share things in life through poetry and read others input.
But anyway no offense taken the other day. | |
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Posted: 1/15/2005 12:48:08 PM | Revamping the end of the day
A confession wanting to stray
Feeling abused from her dismay
Time to time walking the dark way
Foolish words or mischief feeding
A strong drink or anger seeding
A cold lonely heart left bleeding
If we always choose this leading. | |
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Posted: 1/15/2005 9:51:28 PM | Last glimpse of night, my eyes heavily lay
To pondering thoughts of what lies ahead.
Tomorrow’s welcome, seemingly far away,
Questioning the journey, leaving today
For an unknown realm where souls yet to tread.
With a faint lamp fueled only by a past,
And a staff fashioned from mistakes to guide,
I’m able to walk in a world this vast.
Capturing heart felt moments as they last
Staying the course with courage at my side.
In a passing door into tomorrow
I met with wisdom as she spoke her name
A vision given not just to borrow
And saw a man's face that shed no sorrow
Clasping tightly to feel one in the same.
I stood near footsteps of tomorrow’s dawn
He had vanished but left a still small voice.
With my staff and lamp as yesterday’s gone
I thought of him as I traveled on
Was that a dream or an awakening choice?
AWAKENING CHOICE
BY Me
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost (1874-1963). | |
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Posted: 1/15/2005 11:14:38 PM | OK, well I wrote more than that, dunno where it went, but ......
I REALLY liked AWAKENING CHOICE Awesome stuff there MTF-G !!
Kim ¦¬] | |
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Posted: 1/16/2005 12:23:32 PM | There are the ways of
Honor and chivalry
But I am reminded
Of another side
Stuggling with dark edges
In Life's Journey
Having only a staff
And a small lamp to guide | |
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Posted: 1/16/2005 12:27:15 PM | Posted and written for another but wanted it posted here.
WEEPING MANY LYRICS ALONE
The verses from life's stormy doom
call attention to your distress
The struggles through a dreary gloom
hopes for your hurting soul to rest
Dark storms can show a world of light
for it reveals our true nature
Battered, torn, not a chosen fight
a heart broken beyond measure
Many nights to bathe your weary soul
in the raging seas of tears
Fierce thrashing waves of trouble roll
fiery words to conceal your fears
Anger, justifiably so
weeping many lyrics alone
Hurt from deceit you can't let go
beautiful soul turning to stone
Let the fragrance from your fragile heart
breathe sweetness instead of pain
The sea will calm when winds depart
left to rest in the quiet rain | |
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Posted: 1/16/2005 12:28:34 PM | Though troubles assail
And dangers affright
Though friends should all fail
And foes all unite
Yet one thing secures us
Whatever betide
The promise assures us
Our faith will provide
Stand then with all great might
With all your strength endued
But take to arm you for the fight
Wisdom that foe's are subdued
Find forgiveness to employ
As you let the past go
Turn these angry drops to joy
And send the pain below | |
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Posted: 1/16/2005 10:14:33 PM | Again very impressive work. The theme White/Black Yin/Yang is very thought provoking.
I especially like the line
"White to Black, long the Memory,
Gray of hue, the current slavery."
Definately fitting wisdom for this thread. | |
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Posted: 1/16/2005 11:53:20 PM | Gather my sword , and grab my knife
It is time , for this god to ignite
Flames of petty fury i must enrage
For the king has kept me locked inside this cage
To a crowd i must die , just to livin up their day
Why must i fight , i wont go down today
Here i am with the sword in hand
Showing the mortals i do understand
I want to be free , and even the score
Slave me , oh slave me , i want it more
You cannot entrap me for the rest of my days
I will leave here and you will lose money in the daze
History has changed , the underdog has risen again
Back to the drawing board , i have too many friends
Now im the flavour , and you are the king
You only know how to wear your golden ring
Take me down , again , i ask you this as a challenge
Reap what you sow , I am the god from heaven
Believe in my fellow man , a belief you dont understand
Because you have it all , and it was handed on a golden platter
When i must dethrone you , please dont ask whats a matter
I have the right to release my anger
Directed at you by millions of my friends
We will be back , if you ask again
Put away my sword for the moment
I only need it when i hear suffering , you promoted
So listen to me now , and forever i enslave
You have been giving a chance , just being buried in your grave
The horseman will always remember your name
When we go to battle its because of your flame
So many of us died , all in vain
Im here to erase my awful pain.
Daniel | |
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Posted: 1/17/2005 1:27:11 PM | | Wow Danny...this is what I speak of when you know how to cause a healthy conviction within a person's soul. I wish I had some of your imagination it would help my verses. You are very talented and I like the metaphors you use to describe something divine. | |
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Posted: 1/18/2005 9:04:08 AM | Dragons, a fabulous winged creature
Fierce in battle with a valient nature
Sensible and cautious to Knights that prey
Not lured by the enticing words they say
Clever and poised, she stands firm and ready
Instinctive to harm, plods slow and steady
A Dragon's loyalty will ne'er depart
But no friend comes easy she guards her heart
For this Knight this is an admirable trait
She's undeserving of a perilous fate. | |
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Posted: 1/18/2005 9:09:52 AM | The fading sun is leaving me this day
Pondering thoughts what comes tomorrow's way
Will there be great tidings or more sorrow
Only the dragon see's what's tomorrow
Spreading her wings to morning sun rising
Ascending high into the horizon
Dressed in black and scarlet and scales of gold
Claws of iron and eyes of emerald
Swiftly she flies encirculing the earth
Quickly above before my day gives birth
Descending through clouds, her powerful essence
Intense heat and fire, by her mere presence
Her soaring downward swoop casts me to earths floor
Prior to falling I saw tears at her lore
Why did the dragon choose to spare my life?
She could have smit me in her hurt and strife
My heart moved in compassion for her pain
And a reverance for her mighty reign. | |
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Posted: 1/18/2005 9:13:12 AM | WHEN THE NIGHT FALLS
The lonely walk on a cold November eve.
On the brink of winter, the last fallen leave
Howling wind shifting you on a straying path.
The brown, crumbling earth as frost has laid its wrath.
Lost and confused, reaching forward without sight,
While the dark, new moon sleeps at the crest of night.
Stumbling aimlessly helpless from way to way.
Fear of the unknown, long from the break of day.
A sudden screaming wind casts forth its vengeance
Shoving you through briers with no resistance
Pounding you to the ground as your clothes are torn
The moon’s back is turned the trees bristle and scorn
Not one star can flicker a glimmer of light
Swallowed up from the woods at a distant height.
Yet you crawl finding the path left trodden
Slowly to your feet, courage not forgotten
The wind has now past but the forest still dark
Faced with a blinding journey you must embark.
But listen as night stands still for a faint voice
A friend seeks providing you hope and choice. | |
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Posted: 1/18/2005 2:51:44 PM | The night fell suddenly , as if the war at set the sun
It was time my lord , time for this life as it begun
Throw down my arms to my side , Bark my orders with pride
Follow me brothers down the hillside
Lets work together , think of our children and women
The worlds darkness is set for the next millenium
Attack the enemy ready to strike
On our land , lets fight
As the men followed , they broke in their stride
The dragon flew down , from the dark shadows of the night
Breathing the fire along the fields
Breaking the spirit of all that lay yield
Only one man can stop this beast
He is resting , painfully asleep
Awakened from his sleep
He looks outside to see his beast
His mortal enemy back again
For more than just a dragon revenge
This story shall continue........... | |
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Posted: 1/18/2005 6:28:32 PM | Seasons
Some friends are here for only a season
Guiding our journey with thought and reason
Keeping our paths straight when we are drifting
There to cry with as burdens are lifting
Sharing in laughter, bringing a bright smile
Walking beside our road mile upon mile
Sharing in our lives and destiny.
We hope they follow the next season to be
The leaves are changing. I felt the first frost.
The dusk of this season. The warmth is lost.
The growth seeds the soil for the dawn of spring.
What new life shall come when birds start to sing?
I wonder long after leaves have fallen
When snowmelts and flowers shed their pollen
Is it another season we will share?
To laugh, to cry, to smile and show we care?
The old folks ask how many friends are true?
When you count on your hand those that you knew?
For how rare if you can count up to five
In the time on earth you remain alive.
Your friendship has been true this I do know.
I held in faith those words the deeper we’ll grow.
Are your feelings and mine one in the same?
How many seasons will I count your name?
Please understand my honest confessing
I never intend to steal your blessing.
To harm the innocent beauty of your heart
To take from any that share that part.
But truly I state I’m weak to lose a friend
As the frost sneaks in at summer’s end.
When that coming day has breathed its last
My heart shall sink, as you become my past.
I will treasure the memory of you
Laughing at silly jokes and gestures too.
Comforting my sorrow, sharing in tears,
Giving me courage to stand midst my fears.
I will remember your smile and sweet sigh,
The mischievous look and that winking eye.
The fun and games in all our childish play
But the dearest was your unselfish way.
In a distant future, time yet to be
While I’m peering out into a vast sea
As the sun sits where ocean and sky meet
Feeling crashing waves break among my feet
Reflecting on seasons of yesteryear
And counting all the blessings I hold dear
I will remember you as I reminisce
And can say you will be greatly missed.
But when you wake some bright, sunny morning
And hear icicles melt and birds singing
Will you recall the time long before?
Laughing and crying with a friend you adore
Will you see me chuckling at my own jokes?
Will you talk of me to other old folks?
And as one true friend will I still stand
When you count who was real upon your hand?
By Me
PETAL TO MEMORY, TEAR TO DEWDROP
As the years go by, the seasons must pass
The leaves to fallen, the water to glass
Breezes to blizzards, and the rain to snow
Moments to memories from long ago
See that flower on a bright early day
Golden petals with dew dripping away
And that sweet aroma that I adore
Signs of that time many seasons before
Petal to memory, tear to dewdrop
Whispers of love to make a heartbeat stop
Sweet to perfume, adore to the moment
Remembering the time we once both spent
Dewdrops are falling, but only inside
Petals of the past that I cannot hide
Pluck a petal and wipe away the dew
Then hold me tight and make the moment true
By Me
Solitude
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of it's own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded.
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
By
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
1850-1919 | |
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Posted: 1/18/2005 6:38:05 PM | WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD
The smell of snowflakes, reflection of light
We walked together for half of the night
You speak this wisdom that my soul gain sight.
“In still winter’s dusk can you hear the call?
The howling wind is whistling, its voice shall drawl
It speaks quiet peace to all who may fall.
A time will come and troubles you may face
I shan’t be there to comfort and embrace
But where angels tremble you may find grace”
We stood in this silent lucidity
Your words were a part of my destiny
Forever given for eternity
In all the laughter and sorrow we shared
I ne’er questioned how much you loved and cared
As you freely gave midst the cross you bared
Sometimes we suffer not knowing reason
As life strikes us like an act of treason
Why did this have to be our last season?
As you lie helpless, tears stream from my eyes
Watching you pass where the unknown realm lies
Last gasping breath as you say your goodbyes
It’s now winter as I lie here in bed
The wind whispers those last words you said
“It’s time to go where angels fear to tread”
Catch the blessing
Did you ever walk into a garden of roses,
Smell a bouquet of carnations dressed in greens,
Gaze into the glass filled with red sparkling wine,
Or relish the sweet succulent juice of nectarines?
Did you ever lay your head to a silky pillow,
Have the sensual taste of strawberries and cream,
Cuddle in a blanket to a crackling campfire
Or drink the quenching water from a mountain stream?
Did you ever savor a warm soft September breeze
Smell fresh fallen snow on a December night,
Fall asleep to the sound of gentle rain in June,
Or lie staring at August clouds drifting from sight?
Did you ever hear crashing waves midst the moonlight beach,
Watch the fog roll in across the quiet seas
Be moved by the gusting winds high atop a mountain,
Or watch a falcon glide far above the trees?
Did you ever reminisce with a wise older man,
Listen to the laughter of children at play,
Spend a little time teaching a child to ride a bike,
Or breathe in deeply the smell of Christmas Day.
Did you ever notice each day has blessings to catch?
Will you grasp tightly to each passing moment?
Or are you consumed with all of life’s struggles
Missing all these precious blessings as each day is spent?
Just a few poems to share before MTF departs.
Really enjoyed the poetic story danny. Will be anticipating the conclusion. There are a few Dragons on here that are on the side of chivalry. There stuff has also been much enjoyed. | |
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Posted: 1/18/2005 9:25:37 PM | Our lives like chess and strategic thinking
Risk the gambit leaping over the pawn
Move out the bishop then castle the king
Looks like a defense and your bishop's gone
But when a POF member moves her queen
In disguise I foil with a Smother's mate
My lyrics are posted many have seen
This gambit leaves but this thread reveals my fate
My purpose with a gambit now complete
I'd hope gals would see me as more than friends
(A poet in white armor head to feet)
Honest intentions until this all ends
The typoon spins onward, waters retreat
Settled sand reveal where new shorelines meet | |
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Posted: 1/18/2005 9:27:05 PM | Last post for your amusement
Proud Robert McGee
There’s a man from Harborstan
His name is Robert McGee
A genius in calculus
Proud of his doctorates degree
Loud to speak, scoured the meek
Filled with self-admiration
Then a lad, a grade school grad
Wisely asked him a question
"There’s six crows sitting in rows
‘Til you shoot one of them down
How many crows sit in rows
Now that one is on the ground?"
"Anybody past grade three
Will know the answer to this
There are five still sitting alive
Unless your poor aim shall miss."
"Sorry sir you're in error
Commonsense you display none
A dead bird and a shot heard
No more crows but the dead one"
"Just one dead bird, how absurd
You are right I missed one fact
There’s a fool past third grade school
That can not add or subtract.”
Mr. McGee as schooled as he
Thought that he was very smart
No delight to see the light
But only to speak his own heart | |
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Posted: 1/19/2005 2:30:07 PM | Associates
Those who associate with one
Who flatters with their lips
Will have no secrets
While surrounded by a fleet of ships
Those who associate with one
Who is quick to choose wrath
Have many enemies
And shall die on a careless path
Those who often drink whiskey
And engage in drunkenness
Shall become mockers and brawlers
At some point penniless | |
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Posted: 1/20/2005 3:42:51 PM | To often we see people asking for some advice
But they only want pity or excuse for their guise
To often we see people deliver their advice
Standing on pedestals to be-little and chastise
I've learned in life that we all face the same temptation
We all folly and are left in humiliation
This message is for all that can relate to these lines
Cast not stones les' you never fell into thorny vines
But also do not shun the helpful words of a friend
Stand up, alter course and race again until the end | |
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| Chivalry defined from the Round Table
Posted: 1/28/2005 9:22:27 PM | A Very Serious Look at CHIVALRY
Where have the tales of chivalry gone to from these pages?
The tales of Knights and Maidens fair and Magic through the ages
It seems the Knights are resting now or maybe gone away
The field is now the Dragons.... If we want to play
Maybe we will play the game and speak of something new
We will speak of chivalry from the Dragons point of view
We Dragons are a fearsome lot... or so the stories say
Awesome teeth wicked claws and breathing fire all day
If that was all there was to us then surely you would find
That Dragons would no longer.. come easy to your mind
When Merlin needed wisdon he went into his cave
He went to visit Dragons... not to Knights so brave
And look how many Virgins came knocking at my door
Just hoping for a Knight to come.. so they could see some sport
The Knights would don their armour and clamber on their steeds
Then wander through the countryside bragging of their deeds
Think what sort of Hero a Knight could really be
300 pounds of armour soon brought them to their knees
Yes they lived the purest lives... It could be no other way
To try and get their armour off took them half the day
And if a "mighty armoured Knight" ..more through luck than skill
Slew a "fearsome Dragon" he'd want to show his skill
He would cut the head of and parade it through the town
But think of when the battle was the other way around
and the "mighty Knight of chivalry" lies roasted on the ground
What then does the Dragon do with the morsel he has found?
We will try to look at this from a modern point of view
You have no can-opener and a tin of Irish Stew
I REALLY enjoyed writing this
Commenters will be gratefully incinerated | |
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