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Rosewin

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The faerie are false and sparkle in the distance but some say they are just stars. We caught the stars but had to let them go, tis a secret to most what they truly are.

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Twin Seas

one night a falling star falls

and a young girl sees it

across the sea so does a young boy

the falling star is supposed to signify the birth of a mighty warrior

one to unite the world

on the evening of the falling star across the sea a warring nation attacks the small country on which the boy lives

before the sunrise they attack his village along the coast

the girl across the sea stayed up late listening to the waves

the army kills the boys parents

and his village flees in rafts and boats

they are also a warlike people

just not as mighty as the conquerors who pushed them out of their land

they cross the sea and a two weeks later they land

the young boy jumps off the raft with a spear

the savages attack the girls village

a battle enuses

the boy thrusts his spear into the girls father

she sees

and the others kill her family

in the end the villagers fight all day

from the sunrise attack to dusk when they finally kill all the invaders, all except the boy

he is taken prisoner and adopted into a royal family

trained as a soldier and to be a noble

the girl is taken also but by her poor relatives

they forget all about it

but the boy never forgot how he lost his home and then his family

and the girl never forgot how she lost hers

then years later another war begins

one though of the poor people against the rich

the boy now a commander in the army moves his forces across the forests and fields

the girl prepares to defend her new village

the villagers meet them in battle

but before it can begin

the girl walks in front of the troops because she really didnt want to fight

the boy sees her

remembers

and he cries for the first time

since that night so long ago

he stops the war

but back home the war raged

and his whole family again was killed

he returns with the girl

to find he is the last of the family and even adopted he still becomes king

and she his queen

and he battles all nations and they all fall till they become one

and thus the world was united

not by his army

but by one girl who made him cry

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Crystal Tears

I saw you cry once,

A crystal tear slowly dripped down your cheek;

An everyday miracle for a statue to weep.

At least in my sanctuary,

My fountain of happiness:

Your honey dewed voice all full of sweetness.

Why do the waters now taste bitter

To this simple imperfect christian?

I talk to a statue that cannot listen.

I whisper a love she cannot hear,

I scream this pain and die within.

"I am sorry I hope you understand,"

Those words come to me as an unwelcome friend.

This world of mine is broken and does not spin,

This heart of mine begins to crumble within...

You come to life and listen only to the screams

And my whispers of love were said to none;

My whispers of love were said to stone.

I saw you alive once,

Apparently even stone sins just like me.

But all you hear is my pain, this disease

Twisted and turned upside in and outside down,

Pain translated into the many tongues of fear.

The skies are darkening and the storms are near.

Now we stand apart, a statue and a monster,

And the winds silence my sorrow and my humanity

As I slip beneath the surface of sanity.

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Great Poems Covis... Great!

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Thank you Sporkling and P/AK. My next one is also one from my archives written in honor of the Virgin Mary and all the other goddesses that have came before her and that she represents.

Mary's Mystique

my ancient princess

i search for you

in a thousand books

all except mystique eludes

i see you take trace

like the devil in the tile

in patterns that take shape

you of many titles

where are you antiquity?

inconclusive are clues

in scrolls and manuscript

all except mystique eludes

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Elaine of Astolat & the Old Men of Kathmandu

they say a witch lives in the mountain

where old men visit a wishing fountain

once every one hundred years she appears

soothing, calming, taking away our fears

they pack their cares neatly in sacks

next to their diaries written in facts

with wishes like to be young once again

to take the hand of the lovely lady Elaine

ancients remember and you should as well

the time of cast spells when angels fell

she died in flight the sky island queen

her face someone said so lovely and serene

will they say the same of us i wonder?

in our coffins refusing to simply go under

will we be afraid to come down mountainsides?

to kneel beside the beautiful bride who died

pressing one careful finger to our lips

whispering prayers from some forgotten script

we all continued making the sign of the cross

as the whole court began mourning the loss

of our lovely lady, the lady of Shalott

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Winter's Debris

My letters form fragile autumn leaves

Which tremble in the simplest breeze

Written in the forest of ancient script

Hidden from you in many secret glyphs

Deep within a dark glade sanctuary

My deceptions take the shapes of trees

My words form fallen autumn leaves

Truth is trampled leaving disbeliefs

Golden leaves tarnish and fall apart

Careful footsteps for broken hearts

Are eaten by worms and dark faerie

Leaving shadows of winter’s debris

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Rose

Fragile and fallen

Stepped on and trodden

Watch your step and walk with care

Were you the only one to see it there?

A simple rose

As you draw it close

Thorns tear while blood flows

Still you hold dear never letting go

Imagine Him

On the cross without sin

No shining crown only nails

He loved you that day without fail

Is this life?

Every turn met with strife

Care is not easy when it is true

So hold onto this rose for this rose is you

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The Huntress

descending angel whisper

into the ears of the beast

allay my every fear

as the monster does cease

yielding to your wonder

to your every charm

romance your crest and crown

i submit and disarm

orion's sword you wield

and your quiver and bow

sylvan sanctuary revealed

within the oak forest a throne

elven eyes gaze and imagine

this forest nymph as his own

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Castle & Class

i.

it was just as it became night

she looked deep not trusting her sight

a carriage drew near alright

the driver not seen in the dim light

horses stopped their galloping pace

she held her breath frozen in place

the coach stopped as her heart began to race

the door slowly opened then she saw his face

quite handsome she thought with eyes steeled grey

his clothes reminded her of the olden day

she opened her mouth quite not sure what to say

he simply smiled with a 'greetings milady'

'it's much to dark out would you like to ride?'

she looked around no longer in city but countryside

not believing what she's seeing with eyes open wide

'do not fret my darling please step inside'

soon as she did and looked out the carriage window

she saw herself still walking alone down the road

ii.

spirited away taken by the faerie

little by little she started to worry

even so things were not all that scary

indeed her eyes became glassy and starry

and soon enough they came to the gates

greeted by guards and ladies in wait

she started to wonder 'what is this strange fate?'

even more so 'what is this strange place?'

(incomplete will finish soon)

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These are very lovely.

How did I miss them before?

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Thank you Sporkling and P/AK. My next one is also one from my archives written in honor of the Virgin Mary and all the other goddesses that have came before her and that she represents.

Mary's Mystique

my ancient princess

i search for you

in a thousand books

all except mystique eludes

i see you take trace

like the devil in the tile

in patterns that take shape

you of many titles

where are you antiquity?

inconclusive are clues

in scrolls and manuscript

all except mystique eludes

I've heard this somewhere before... have you previously published it?? thankyou for the poems they were fantastic!

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Thank you guys. Owlscrying I do try and maintain that balance it is one of the most important things for me when writing thanks for noticing. mirrors yes I have published 'Mary's Mistique' before on a few of my past websites and blogs. Maybe on themestream too when that was still around?

Well I finally finished my second part to Castle & Class and was a busy bee and wrote three other poems in addition to that last night.

Castle & Class: ii

spirited away taken by the faerie

little by little she started to worry

even so things were not all that scary

indeed her eyes became glossy and starry

and soon enough they came to the gates

greeted by guards and ladies in wait

walking past tables set with golden plates

she started to wonder 'where is this strange place?'

rushed into a chamber they said was always hers

a four poster canopy bed and a kitten that purred

they painted her body and face in red ochre

dressed her in silks becoming a vision of mesmer

'do not stare too long into the pool' a tiny voice said

a small coronet was then placed on her head

a claddagh on her finger the heart so, so red

then down a hall a statue in her image bled

marriage vows exchanged during a storm

the tears did not cease and a banshee was born

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Witchsong

it was the witching hour

between midnight and sunrise

dark ones have their most power

opposite the hour that christ died

she was singing sweetly outside

voice lulling carried by wind

her song one of years gone by

not heard around these parts in

no one sings no more!

especially this time of night

a happy song but who for?

just for her and the moonlight?

something though was not right

i looked out the window

half expecting a fright

but no one knows which way the witch goes

i saw her once as a child

face serene then oh so vile!

The Shadowen Mother

It is a masquerade ball

Outside my window

A party for one

'Or is it two my child?'

'Fear me' she said!

And took of her mask

The face of the dead

Of ten thousand pasts

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Three more poems since the last two are actually considered one. I hope you enjoy.

Constellations

Lady Di hangs by a star or two

nocturnal animals with hands ready to catch

They stare into the sky and cry for you

and run away when the gods begin to clash

The stag, the bear, the night owl too

they run to Arcadia, they follow the path

Who will he appear as the beast or Callisto?

the child a king who will rule many nations.

But first must defeat the one in the crystal

his mother's father the wolf in translation

In the very end the gods make us all fools

for even when they fade away we're left in fascination

The Visitors: A Sonnet

we visit graveyards to honor the dead

hearts and flowers crumble, falling below

softly touched headstones and prayers are said

silent remembrance for those long ago

our fingers trace name and years from the past

calling to memories and stories once told

their words are only heard by the green grass

making us ourselves fear for growing old

so we dance and laugh breaking into song

adding up dates impressed by the strong last

sorrowing for those who could not live long

mixed feelings for a couple whose years matched

then we depart like the leaves the winds stir

leaving nothing except for how they were

The tragedy of war...

it feels like one of life's greatest tragedies

i can say this since it's been two years

will i carry it within me for the rest of my life?

this inability to escape the memory of you

it makes no difference if i give in or fight

cowards and warriors cannot hide or win

the battle continues long after the war

and the miracle of it all is i have survived

...and the memory of a rose

there is a locket i wear all the time

yet there is no precious metal or picture of you

the memories of loss are the thorns of my heart

and thorns never made the flower less true

beautiful to the eye if not to the touch

yet ever so often i hold on just so

and even if memories are not really you

i find it so hard to try and let go

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All very beautiful poems! I loved them Clovis. Your a great poet :).

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These are very nice Clovis, I've been lacking inspiration for writing more poetry, perhaps I'm losing my edge?

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Thank you grither you are a scholar and a gentleman. Very appreciated comments Azmodeus and yes I have lost my edge repeatedly in the past but this last month has been quite productive. Not in the scale of say Plath who wrote a poem a day for one period and compared to her some of us have no edges but are dull little things lacking in life, inspiration, and wit.

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Thank you grither you are a scholar and a gentleman. Very appreciated comments Azmodeus and yes I have lost my edge repeatedly in the past but this last month has been quite productive. Not in the scale of say Plath who wrote a poem a day for one period and compared to her some of us have no edges but are dull little things lacking in life, inspiration, and wit.

I'm going to have to look for this person's poetry, by the way, I just made another poem... Hope to hear from you on it.

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Three more poems, the first is about mosquitoes, after an episode of being terribly bit one night, luckily only the females bite, but they do return to the males and throw some up so they can feed as well. The second is about domestic violence from the eyes of a child. The last poem was inspired by an RP session I had once which were one among many I had with that person which gave us a chance to develop our characters. Gah used to be so many people to RP with before now no one seems to RP. These were all written in 2004.

Silky Fire Metallic Wine

Beneath rainbows it is humid and hot

My skin ruined, no longer smooth just sticky

Demons dance like cursed pixies

And feast on sweet blood just underneath

Now torn flesh itching with poison

My skin ruined, no longer smooth

Flames form from razor tipped fangs

Silky fire metallic wine is served warm

Black winged flights over muddy puddles

In drunken highs of life’s own nectar

To return to those unable to savor

Silky fire metallic wine

Reina de la Tristeza

To the Queen of Sadness...

She rules a kingdom all her own

A sad little girl all alone

Shadows form behind cardboard

Cutouts that turn to flesh and blood

In a house of dolls where she rules

A sad little girl that dies and lives

A braided crown wrapped around

With glittery stars around her eyes

She sees all inside her house

Where the dolls love and cry

Hate and scream in voices not their own

With glittery stars falling down

How an Angel Says Goodbye

I saw her, maybe in a dream or someplace far away

Always walking, walking away but this time she sat alone

With hands around knees trying to find comfort in something

Wrapped around her shoulders were only her own black wings

Coal black hair framed her face wind tossed all over the place

Glowing skin gleamed but not as bright as her hidden dreams

She talked to me once, or was it really just a dream?

Words like liquid ice said from those pouty lips all red

Fangs formed then, how can someone so alive be so undead?

She cried for me once, a single tear shed from her dark eye

Forming a rose I can still feel flush on my face to this day

Walking away into the sky is how an angel says goodbye

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Requiem Éternellement

in a digital world

i still work in a bit of an analog way

when i say hello

there is so much more that i want to say

feelings within

and how i see poetry in the universe

tiny things

the kind that all fit in a little hearse

i listen to grey's anatomy songs

but i never watch the show

i wonder if you listen too, or would you?

i guess i'll never know

and would you sing along with me

or when you are all alone?

these little lyrics form a requiem

my feelings on a gravestone

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