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Post by Lady Winter Wolf on May 5, 2005 3:47:44 GMT -5
Ah, the muse has finally awakened once again......something new.
Warmth
Walking round the manor grounds. Listening to the nighttime sounds. I feel a chill upon my skin The warmth of the window light entices me in.
Entering the room filled with soft, warm light. My eyes perceive a beautiful sight. The man I love sleeps upon a sofa there. Upon his face has fallen a wisp of hair.
I brush it back from his bristled cheek. Ah, a glint of his eyes doesth now peek. His arms reach for me, drawing me down. Next to his body, a sigh tis the only sound.
My head lies upon his broad chest. Fingertips roaming as if on a quest. But the warmth of the fire doesth entice us though. Our breathing together in a natural flow.
Sleep makes our eyes heavy, and they close. The hair on his chest doesth tickle my nose. I smile, my arm wrapped tightly around his waist. We have all night, no need for haste.
Ah, the logs make a crackling glow. Nestled together, deep in love we know. The warmth of fire is a wonderous thing. But the song of our hearts we will always sing..
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Youth
::Raises eyebrow::
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Post by Sanguine on May 5, 2005 10:33:36 GMT -5
Will you be updating this thread regularly, me hopes? =^.^=
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Post by Lady Winter Wolf on May 6, 2005 2:20:48 GMT -5
Will you be updating this thread regularly, me hopes? =^.^= I haven't written any poetry in a long while, and I don't want to bore everyone with my old writings, so......dunno.
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Post by Lady Winter Wolf on May 7, 2005 5:03:17 GMT -5
Another Chance
In my head doubts do dwell. Words of hurt beginning to swell. People once trusted, betrayers now. Those of pure heart not easily found.
Rely on family, yet they want to harm. Who to turn to for much needed calm. Bitterness they live on, whining voices. They made the choices.
Hands upon ears to keep the words out. Louder and louder they continue to shout. Time to make a choice of my own. Time to leave that unhappy home.
Wandering round this land I roam. Finding a love, making a new home. Forget the past, push out the hate. A new life of happiness is never too late.
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Post by pixie on May 7, 2005 22:09:10 GMT -5
The last poem hits Home on the day before Mother's Day. I've not spoken to her in years. It's moving stuff.
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Post by Lady Winter Wolf on Jun 11, 2005 1:54:32 GMT -5
Battle in the Night
Moonlight glints off silvery sand. Shadows of dunes reaching like hands. Sparse grass hides a knowing creature. Peeking, large eyes a distinctive feature.
A slight flutter of wings as it ascends. To pixie business she must attend. Upon the shore the others came. Brutish beasts clearly untamed.
Away she flew to warn the council. Dunes rise before her like towering hills. In the distance she sees a town’s light. Clashing sounds of a fierce fight.
The others came by land and sea. Conquering all without mercy. She continues on to her own people. Just beyond the shadow of the town’s steeple.
Flying fast, her heart beats harder. To save her folk, and her own dear father. There, her village, at last in sight. But would they all flee or fight?
To the council she did fly. To tell them of what she did spy. They listened intently and nodded their heads. A decision must be made she pleaded and said.
Nay child, we will not flee. The others cannot our kind see. We will not with their kind collide. We are of the fae, our magic will bide.
The Elders gathered, one and all. To the gods they sent up the call. A wavering mist began to form. Thunder heralded a gathering storm.
Down came the heavy rains. Pelting hail caused the beasts pain. Bolts of lightning lit the night sky. Terrified faces the townspeople did spy.
In a valiant last effort, the others were swarmed. A wall of bodies before them had formed. Pushing them back towards the sea. The others, so frightened, did flee.
Upon their ships they did sail. Never did they expect to turn tail. The gods were angry, this they did not expect. Plans to conquer now were upset.
The little pixie stood in a daze. The power of the gods surely did amaze. The town and her village, all were spared. Because they stood firm and dared.
Slowly her father’s arms wrapped round her. “She is tired, take her home sir.” He lifted her up in loving arms. She fell asleep quickly, dreaming of moonlight and charms.
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Post by Lady Winter Wolf on Jun 21, 2005 3:29:41 GMT -5
Ever Learning, Ever Seeking
For all my wisdom, I am still the unwise one. For all my knowledge, I am still the unknowing one. For all my learning, I still cannot teach. For all my seeking, I still must reach.
Throughout the years, life has been experienced. Not all is spiritual, but based upon common sense. Hardships and falls, balanced by pleasures and love. As I seek below, so I seek above.
So I am the Elder, and yet still a child. A rock to lean on, and yet still wild. Age has no meaning, when forever young. For each life I’ve lived, a new one has begun.
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Post by Lady Winter Wolf on Jun 30, 2005 22:36:11 GMT -5
Empowerment
Willingly, you give me your life force. Knowingly, you become the source. You cry of your loneliness. Blaming me for your life’s mess.
The choice you made, you made alone. To sit and wallow in your darkened home. The glow of the screen lights up your face. Afraid of the world’s hectic pace.
Help me, you cried, so I gave you my shoulder. But my own happiness only made you grow colder. Not fair, you cried, to hear of my pleasant life. Jealousy is the truth of your strife.
So, I sit and read your lying words. You pray though that I have not heard. Your guilty lies tell of your shame.. You feed me, I revel in your pain.
Speak my name, good or bad. Pretend I was the one who made you sad. Think of me, write what you will. Empower me, bathe me in the energy you spill.
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Post by Lady Winter Wolf on Jul 10, 2005 11:06:21 GMT -5
Death of the Black Eyed King
Deep within the forest glade. Dappled sunlight into leaves fade. Mourn the passing of the king. His demise the bards do sing.
Loved by his people. Yet his own loyalty was feeble. A third of his life had only passed. His lust could not be surpassed.
A beautiful maiden he took for a wife. Promised her love for all her life. A child she bore him, of golden hair. A strong son for the royal pair.
This elven king, chosen by his sire. Could not control his desire. A horrid hag transformed her appearance. Enticing the king with words dearest.
“Come lie with me, I am the one.” “Your wife and child are surely done.” “With one such as I, no one can compare.” “I will complete our lustful pair.”
He heard her words, thinking of his wife. She would be there always in his life. What she doesn’t know of. Would not hurt her, or their son.
As he laid with the hag. Images she sent to nag. All would be seen and felt. His black eyes, a mirror kept.
On the ‘morrow, he kissed his lady fair. Touching her cheek, brushing her hair. She looked within those pools so dark. Saw the truth, so hard and stark.
The dagger’s edge, sharpened by her tears. Without hesitation, without any fear. She drove it deep within his heart. His life done, before it could start.
As he lay dying, he heard the hag’s laughter. Realized her plan, that sly crafter. To take his honor, destroy his life. Cause his family the deepest strife.
How weak he had been, this elven king. Yet his praises the bards do sing. Let the people his kingly life cry. Than to know his betrayal and lie.
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Post by Kaber on Jul 11, 2005 14:32:50 GMT -5
I really like this one love. Especially the title. Nice imagery. Well done! I also really enjoyed Battle In The Night. Ahh the lightning, the thunder. The beasts fleeing in fear of the wrath of the Gods. Very Nice.
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Post by Lady Winter Wolf on Jul 14, 2005 1:20:43 GMT -5
I really like this one love. Especially the title. Nice imagery. Well done! I also really enjoyed Battle In The Night. Ahh the lightning, the thunder. The beasts fleeing in fear of the wrath of the Gods. Very Nice. Thank you my dearest one. I try to make sure the reader can picture the scenes as they unfold. But the inspiration for my romantic poems has always been you my darling. MH!! Stop throwing up in the corner!!
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Post by MjolnirH on Jul 14, 2005 3:15:32 GMT -5
;D hehehe just picture LWW reciting this to her man (clears throat) ahem Kaber, Kaber, Kaber I really love your uhhh Saber #naughty# Sometimes a fierce Dragon #lildr# and yet others a WAND wielding wizard #wizard# you really drive my wagon and keep me warm in a blizzard (as I MH wrote this I had to pause to hurl) oh how beautiful our love doth seem oooooo hurry now and grab the whipped cream #doit#
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Post by Kaber on Jul 14, 2005 14:04:32 GMT -5
#doh#
Don't quit your day job MH.
*kaber walks off to get the whipped cream, still shaking his head at MH's audacity to post such things.*
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Post by rincewind on Jul 14, 2005 18:35:13 GMT -5
Well, we see why there's not a "Poetry of MjolnirH" group now, anyway ;D I rather enjoyed the poem as a laugh, though, and good use of the smilies
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Post by Lady Winter Wolf on Jul 15, 2005 4:16:41 GMT -5
So there I was, totally bored at work and I started to stare at a jar filled with multicolored jelly beans......hence:
Ode to a Jellybean
Ovoid of bright, shiny color. Taste buds salivating for more. Rolling round in the mouth. Swallow, there it goes, down south.
Fruity flavors, some not so. Try the red one, give it a go. Fan the tongue, boy that’s hot. Spit, hit the trash can, what a shot.
Buy a bagful, perhaps a pound. Chew a handful, hear the lip smacking sound. Grab a tissue, looking like a fool. Wipe up that multi colored drool.
Who needs drugs with this candy treat. Smiling as you slip out of your seat. Oh the pleasure you think with a blissful sigh. Oh the pleasure of a sugar high.
Created July 15, 2005
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