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Post by Irishman on Jul 23, 2006 15:23:18 GMT -5
The Faerie Frost
Full moon, First frost, A blanket gently placed across A landscape barren, of no interest held, 'Til the air and earth at once did meld.
It came upon a breath of wind. So what a voice 'twas hush within That left behind a frost, white and pure, Then stillness just and nothing more.
Night's darkness gathered just before dawn Whilst the full moon cast her light upon, On each crystal a magic spell to lend, So as if the light of each came from within.
For when the air did crystallize 'Twas a wonder beheld before the eyes. Seemed left untouched could last forever If winter's chill allowed to melt but never.
'Twas freshness beheld upon the skin But let a breath be taken within 'Twas as if an icy choke could grasp Life last breath would surely gasp.
Not a single sound 'twas to be heard But listen- beyond the spoken word Where faerie voices with reality mingle, Imagination our good senses to entangle.
The faeries' charm at once complete, Faerie frost affords a mortal's peek Into their world not far beyond The confines of our earthly bonds.
~Author~Gail Lawson White
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Post by Hermione on Jul 23, 2006 21:21:58 GMT -5
Gorgeous -and a new author/poet to me! A good idea, too. Sharing favourite poetry can be lots of fun. Do you think it's okay with copyright laws, though? I think my favourite poets are Dorothy Parker and Ogden Nash and Goethe and Marlowe, so they're probably public domain by now -although maybe not the first two. Anyone know?
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Post by Irishman on Jul 24, 2006 17:56:09 GMT -5
As long as ya post their full names , ya can post their works. NEVER attempt ta claim someone elses work fer yerself. That be purgery!( if it be spelled right? ) Artists an' authors' appreciate sharin' their words, it gets knowledge o' them out thar. Promptin' the rest o us ta purchase the rest of their works.
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Post by Hermione on Jul 24, 2006 20:22:37 GMT -5
perjury, but I think you mean plagiarism. And that wasn't my issue -I'm worried about copyright laws, which are somewhat different. Because if you put the whole of a poem on the web, then anyone can read it without buying it. Poems are such short works, though -it's hard for me to tell. But you know that little phrase in the beginnings of books, "it is unlawful to reproduce in any form the material contained in this book without the express permission of the author/publisher/whomever". Usually there's a codicil excepting quotes for publicity purposes, but I don't know if something as long as a poem counts. So I was curious. Hmmm.
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Post by Irishman on Jul 25, 2006 18:50:04 GMT -5
Bonnie & Her Bold Companion
Bonnie and her bold companion swore their love would never die. As they rode a black stallion,they were met by a passerby.
The lad they met along the roadside took an oath upon his life that Bonnie and her bold companion told him they were man and wife.
All the lords and ladies at the test of wintertide swore to God and all the heavens that Bonnie's love had long since died.
Bonnie and her bold companion headed for a far off land where they knew no one would tell them that their marriage could not stand.
For she loved him well and often- she was comely, he well met what her new love failed to tell her was that he had danced with death.
All the lords and all the ladies at the maying feast had wine and they sang the tale o' Bonnie, crossed themselves and made the sign.
Bonnie and her bold companion journeyed to the other side where she, the only living maiden became her bold companion's wife.
As the church bells rang in heaven he took off his bold disguise there she put her arms around him and looked into his haunted eyes.
All the lords and all the ladies at the harvest table said that early in the month of April, Bonnie lay by the roadside Dead.
author~Maria Brake
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Post by VynFyre on Jul 27, 2006 11:37:37 GMT -5
A wasteland, full of despair a warrior stood out he fought for his nation he fought for love he fought for answers he fought not only with sword and spear but with a light that burned in him that light was his spirit he vanquished his foes and had a great victory his spirit filled the earth with life and the wasteland became lush with vegetation and people that warrior became a king and led his people into a glorious age the warrior had a spiritual victory
Author. Marvin Gene Frye III (VynFyre)
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Post by Hermione on Jul 28, 2006 3:32:22 GMT -5
Oh, dear, all my favourite poems seem so... irreverant in comparison!
Here's one called "The Veteran" by Dorothy Parker: When I was young and bold and strong, Oh, right was right, and wrong was wrong! My plume on high, my flag unfurled, I rode away to right the world. "Come out, you dogs, and fight!" said I, And wept there was but once to die.
But I am old; and good and bad Are woven in a crazy plaid. I sit and say, "The world is so; And he is wise who lets it go. A battle lost, a battle won- The difference is small, my son."
Inertia rides and riddles me; The which is called Philosophy.
Here's another I like by the same author: "Words Of Comfort To Be Scratched On A Mirror" Helen of Troy had a wandering glance; Sappho's restriction was only the sky; Ninon was ever the chatter of France; But oh, what a good girl am I!
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Post by VynFyre on Jul 28, 2006 14:47:55 GMT -5
A star shines far away But you can see it’s brilliant rays Shimmering with life and love more graceful then a dove It changes others day by day In everyone’s heart it will stay The star is a sign that if we try to find Our destinies that are in store Great things will happen for evermore Follow the star That leads you afar Grasp its light Through every fight This promise I will keep Is that faith can leap And Make you greater Even Greater Then you already are
The girl I love is all I live for She is my sun and moon I love her as the sun loves dawn the girl i love is all i hope for
The girl i love is all i want she is beautiful, but i don’t care her soul is beautiful the girl i love is all i look upon
the girl i love knows nothing but love and care for all other living things the girl i love is compassionate
the girl i love is the center of the universe full of love where galaxies are countless the girl i love is all the stars
the girl i love is all the stars she's the brightest one around she life and beauty all in one the girl i love is my world
The girl i love is all the stars all the stars in my life anything that’s ever gone right the girl i love is all the stars
the girl i love is none other then, the one who considers me a friend for never will i place my lips upon hers the girl i love is out of reach
the girl i love is the girl that does not love me back.
A drop of blood forever drips The blade of a knife forever rips on that frightful night when death occurred In a place once of hope, of light Darkness will now forever stir A man driven mad An angel gone bad This is the tale The tale of The Unholy Sacrifice
It was a dark and stormy evening The day all birds stopped singing and all plants stopped growing On that midsummer night a man was kneeling forever kneeling On that midsummer night an angel was dying forever dying It was in a church on a hill Isolated from civilization Surrounded by woods of endless darkness The man was praying the angel was answering
“Lord, Oh Lord, take me away, Take me away from this wretched place” The man was without hope, praying for an end That’s when the angel began to descend The man stood up and unsheathed a knife with a blade so sharp He could easily cut short his dreadful life He raised the blade to spill his blood But the angel came before he could The Creature of Heaven took the blade Then set it on the alter The man was awed yet very afraid But his murderous feelings hadn’t changed
“Why, Oh Why, have you confronted me?” “Such a sight I do not deserve to see” The man confused was torn in two For he wanted death though yearned to live Slowly, ever so slowly, the angel said “I’ve come to you to tell you now That if death falls on this night in this chapel you will be sent to hell” The lashed out in fury Anger consumed his once gentle heart He felt that if the angel was gone He would be free to control his fate forever free
Unsurprised the angel dodged The man then saw the angel turn from heavenly sight to demon of hell He grabbed the knife from upon the alter and swung it at the evil dementor missed by far, frustration grew he threw the knife to trap the demon’s life forever on Earth Losing power the demon turned ghostly Attacking the man with the last of its power That Attack came from the depths of Lucifer himself
Now the church is old and deserted but if an unfortunate soul were to enter He would here the shrieks of the devil very low and very, very mellow Then he would see the statue of a kneeling man Forever trapped in living torment Holding the knife that forever drips blood That ripped through the very essence of evil A drop of blood forever drips The blade of a knife forever rips
all by Marvin Gene Frye III, plenty more where that came from if you like them
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