good friend,
missing rhyme
has been the ugly end
of many a writer in time,
such crime...
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good friend,
missing rhyme
has been the ugly end
of many a writer in time,
such crime...
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such crime
to think oneself
as all encompassing
isolation a fearful friend
tragic
a-b-a-b-b :D ah so u noticed!Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
tragic
how broken heart
sooth'd by mere rhetoric
breaks again when those words desert,
hopes part.
hopes part—
destroying dreams—
find myself back at start.
but then nothing is what it seems—
with dreams…
with dreams
of a better
future she packed her bags.
Leaving the house she turned for one
last look....
last look,
and then goodbye
to field and wood and brook;
No cheek remains unkiss'd, no eye
is dry.
is dry
praying for rain
but it seems that the sky
is disinclined to ease our pain
again
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again
the dawn is near
the horizon breaks free
the dark departs and light appears
press on
...where is our dear uncle lar...mr haiku...hopefully he is doing well...
press on
the charges do,
and stark despair dawns on,
i wish i could, all errors due,
undo!
undo!
these chains that bind
me to this earthly form
free the soul that dwells crouched within
this form
this form—
my outer shell
does not really conform—
image of heaven, living hell—
oh, well…
oh well
it will be fine
later on you will see
things roll off like a duck's back, I
move on
move on
to pastures new
why is the grass greenest
on the other side? Tell me that
someone
someone
you called out to
speaks the silence spoken
satisfaction is elusive
what then
what then
did the clock stop
yesterday did not pass
though the sands continued to shift
what now
what now
can a man do
when the world is immersed
in vileness and despair, wedged
in war.
In war
May our state be
Most natural. Wherefore?
Birth is by will, so death may we
Decree.
Decree
The tyrant can.
Souls, yet, are to be free.
Same blood flows, as in the tyran,
In man.
(forgot to make the cinquian an a-b-a-b-b in my previous post :blush: )
In man,
There's a fire.
This fire burns for all,
It is dire to live- to shine.
Love,Hate?
Love, hate...
senses emptied
from heart, all but those great
emotions in motion, that bleed...
indeed
indeed
expect to find
after spirit leaves
my old clay prison so far behind--
divine...
And here goes yet another frail attempt at archaic english!! :(
Divine
was thy caress,
beau idéal mine!
love --rebounded-- doth, and no less,
obsess.
symph...i like ;)
obsess
not one in thoughts
caress the heart with care
linger along the vast shoreline
for life
for life
we give our life
we crave, we cry, we strive--
life for life's sake, that serene life
so rife.
hehe thanks littlewing, i'm not totally worthless then *cough* .
hm, a new word to learn: rife- prevailing.
So rife,
So amazing,
So wonderfully uncertain,
This life.
this life
the days do pass
filled with laughter and care
a number unknown hidden deep
live now
Live now--
forget the gone,
the lost, the past. And vow
to live life with your and your own
fair tone.
fair tone
the mood enhanced
filtered light reflected
enraptured and mysterious
weightless
Weightless,
with wings released
she flew sun-ward. Blesses
from the clouds high above reached
and kissed.
and kissed
her cheek the sun
with a nourishing warmth
drenched in the bright glorious light
she swam
she swam
through life forlorn--
her hopes dimmed, her robes torn--
through fatal waves that don't embalm
dead fame
dead fame
is just a dream
unrealized unfulfilled
take hope buy new material
untouched
untouched
remote. supreme
lifeless entity but
can you feel her? A flickering
life, life?
life, life?
unspokenly
questions a dead firefly
on her way to heaven, softly
soaring.
Soaring
ever so high--
a goliath, looming
thunderous! Bombers up the sky!
Defy!
defy
going nowhere
misunderstood, question why
peace has a price, am I to bear
unclear...
unclear;
the glass is smeared
with imprints left behind
from sticky fingertips. I should
clean up...
Clean up
this wasteland of
undeniable woe
with a hint of happiness as
you go.
you go
without so much
as a farewell. I sit
within your empty space, and I'm
sorry...
sorry--
(an idle verse);
a prancing sym(phony)
in the weak hearts of lovers for-
ever.