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The Quotes Garden - XIV – To the bards
"The Quotes Garden"
[ XIV ]
To the bards
"Yee, bards! Draw out your quills with thirsty silver feathers
And fill this cup of loneliness! Let’s raise it to the heavens!
O, you, forever thriving hearts, like beggars peeled off leathers,
- In such a wilderness, your presence brings the lofty ravens!
How to not feel such lore, by noble paths of life, you mighty bards,
When all the earthly kings bow down their heraldry to taste
A glimpse of peace, from everlasting fragrance, in their yards,
As if their fame, or treasures, withers, for a silence’s waste!?..
Yee, bards! You seal my broken heart, with chants of golden harps,
To soothe this weeping, roaring beast who lurks into the darkness!
O, let me grieve along my dying muse, as nightingale enwraps
Such ravishing remembrance that I so ought to harness in my madness!
For nothing else, now matters – in such pursuit of happiness, to be
Alike a shadow in the mist, without a purpose – banished forever
From such a cruel word in which my fate resides; my love for thee,
Has split, within our shared grave; - and so I weep, I weep, I weep:
Yee, bards, take me along your path, for this silence I endeavour!.. "
©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
[ XIV ]
To the bards
"Yee, bards! Draw out your quills with thirsty silver feathers
And fill this cup of loneliness! Let’s raise it to the heavens!
O, you, forever thriving hearts, like beggars peeled off leathers,
- In such a wilderness, your presence brings the lofty ravens!
How to not feel such lore, by noble paths of life, you mighty bards,
When all the earthly kings bow down their heraldry to taste
A glimpse of peace, from everlasting fragrance, in their yards,
As if their fame, or treasures, withers, for a silence’s waste!?..
Yee, bards! You seal my broken heart, with chants of golden harps,
To soothe this weeping, roaring beast who lurks into the darkness!
O, let me grieve along my dying muse, as nightingale enwraps
Such ravishing remembrance that I so ought to harness in my madness!
For nothing else, now matters – in such pursuit of happiness, to be
Alike a shadow in the mist, without a purpose – banished forever
From such a cruel word in which my fate resides; my love for thee,
Has split, within our shared grave; - and so I weep, I weep, I weep:
Yee, bards, take me along your path, for this silence I endeavour!.. "
©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
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Posted: Oct 2022
About this poem:
"The Quotes Garden"©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
Seasons Change
I was thinking as I was just walking
Through the bottom woods one day
Autumn sun rays were still angling
Through the enormous crimson canopy
So many bright Red and Scarlet
Mixing with many Orange and Yellow
Leaves dazzling falling all around me
Above me a passing flock of Canada geese
Noisily cackling formation in their large V
I watched in awe with such wonder pass
Now what lays before me as I make my way
Knowing it won’t be long now maybe a few more
Cold fronts and those wet cold showers
And in no time just like I snap my fingers
Seasons change and it becomes winter again
Through the bottom woods one day
Autumn sun rays were still angling
Through the enormous crimson canopy
So many bright Red and Scarlet
Mixing with many Orange and Yellow
Leaves dazzling falling all around me
Above me a passing flock of Canada geese
Noisily cackling formation in their large V
I watched in awe with such wonder pass
Now what lays before me as I make my way
Knowing it won’t be long now maybe a few more
Cold fronts and those wet cold showers
And in no time just like I snap my fingers
Seasons change and it becomes winter again
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Posted: Oct 2022
About this poem:
There is this short, brilliant foliage season in the northern forests of the Appalachian Highlands and so breathtakingly spectacular going on here at this moment.
DON'T chase after love
Don't chase after love, let it come to you;
That's how you'll know if it's really true.
When you're not expecting it to,
Love will arise.
Sometimes slowly (but surely) opening your Eyes;
Causing your Heart to rejoice;
Your Mind to numb from the glow
that seeps from within
And bubbles over.
Don't chase after love.
If not freely given, it lacks real value.
Just be patient; wait on it.
Live your life, be free.
Love will find you, just let it be...
That's how you'll know if it's really true.
When you're not expecting it to,
Love will arise.
Sometimes slowly (but surely) opening your Eyes;
Causing your Heart to rejoice;
Your Mind to numb from the glow
that seeps from within
And bubbles over.
Don't chase after love.
If not freely given, it lacks real value.
Just be patient; wait on it.
Live your life, be free.
Love will find you, just let it be...
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Posted: Oct 2022
About this poem:
This is the opposite perspective to my previous poem, "Chasing after LOVE".Gone…
Gone are the years of her youth when she
Cared about Justice and Truth;
Sought after Peace and Providence.
Drank from the spring of wellness amongst
Those she loved,
Deeply.
Gone are the tears and the broken hearted-ness
Of a love gone stale, and the
Joy that paled, in comparison
To what it once was
Just because they grew apart,
Eventually.
Gone from this life…
Finally free of the pain and strife
That once weighed her down,
And often carved a frown
Upon her face.
Something a ‘smile’ can now replace,
Permanently.
Cared about Justice and Truth;
Sought after Peace and Providence.
Drank from the spring of wellness amongst
Those she loved,
Deeply.
Gone are the tears and the broken hearted-ness
Of a love gone stale, and the
Joy that paled, in comparison
To what it once was
Just because they grew apart,
Eventually.
Gone from this life…
Finally free of the pain and strife
That once weighed her down,
And often carved a frown
Upon her face.
Something a ‘smile’ can now replace,
Permanently.
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Posted: Oct 2022
About this poem:
It’s all gone.
The Shining Retold
Jack had a wife and son who he loved very much
He got a job at the Overlook Hotel to maintain it from November thru April
He loved the hedge maze and learned how to escaped from it
He also always dressed for the weather as it got below zero quite often there
He was visited by mean and evil ghosts who wanted him to kill his family
He resisted temptation and invited d*ck over for some good home cooking
The evil spirits just gave up and went away
A good time was had by all
He still works this seasonal job to this day
The End
He got a job at the Overlook Hotel to maintain it from November thru April
He loved the hedge maze and learned how to escaped from it
He also always dressed for the weather as it got below zero quite often there
He was visited by mean and evil ghosts who wanted him to kill his family
He resisted temptation and invited d*ck over for some good home cooking
The evil spirits just gave up and went away
A good time was had by all
He still works this seasonal job to this day
The End
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Posted: Oct 2022
About this poem:
The Shining has some of the best acting of any movie by Shelley Duvall and Jack Nicholson
CIRCLES OF LIFE
I,m going around in circles in my mind
Reminiscing, I found is blocking the bad
and reliving the fun.
Did i do that? Oh yes i did.
I was so young without fear nor cares.
But time goes forward and taught me
life is not always fair.
Now my circle is nearly complete
I leap over all the bad
to the child i was.
Re-living the dares, yes
a bit of drunkenness too.
I rock in my chair with tears, but of laughter
at the daring reckless girl i was.
I am going back there for sure.
Happy laughing, reckless, no fear.
What a way to start and now end
Opening the door and reliving those times again
Reminiscing, I found is blocking the bad
and reliving the fun.
Did i do that? Oh yes i did.
I was so young without fear nor cares.
But time goes forward and taught me
life is not always fair.
Now my circle is nearly complete
I leap over all the bad
to the child i was.
Re-living the dares, yes
a bit of drunkenness too.
I rock in my chair with tears, but of laughter
at the daring reckless girl i was.
I am going back there for sure.
Happy laughing, reckless, no fear.
What a way to start and now end
Opening the door and reliving those times again
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Posted: Oct 2022
About this poem:
Remembering cs 12 years ago When Steven Curtess got some of our poems published in a book. All with permission of course. Grand poet he was.All Good Things
All good things must come to an end
We can’t go tip-toeing along pretending
Things will get better when they won’t
It does really come down to character
Honesty will rule the day if you choose
Nothing short of that really gains traction
We can live in servitude to each other
Separate without any or all constraints
Or continue to be herding in new directions
We don’t even choose or ever aspire to go
What gives this dance the wrong romance
Is neither I nor you wanted to commence it
So lets just do the right thing and how
Walk away with our heads held high
Not romanticizing something unsustainable
Life goes on and so it shall too pass behind us
We can’t go tip-toeing along pretending
Things will get better when they won’t
It does really come down to character
Honesty will rule the day if you choose
Nothing short of that really gains traction
We can live in servitude to each other
Separate without any or all constraints
Or continue to be herding in new directions
We don’t even choose or ever aspire to go
What gives this dance the wrong romance
Is neither I nor you wanted to commence it
So lets just do the right thing and how
Walk away with our heads held high
Not romanticizing something unsustainable
Life goes on and so it shall too pass behind us
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Posted: Sep 2022
About this poem:
Too much drama in modern politics.
online today!As the World Turns Day After Day
Day After Day as The World turns.
I don't quite know what it is like to be you but.
I'm not that far off to not notice your pain.
Which is something I have learned.
I did try but you far proved you weren't you.
This routine heartbreak could only go so far.
My limits are not to gain nor be intimate again.
No apology will EVER be Taken.
I hope you are shaken as it doesn't take much to notice.
When you beltch out the loud speaker you have spoken.
2 different Divorce announcements has been a blast.
The smoke is clear. That was Great!!! Find another Date
I don't quite know what it is like to be you but.
I'm not that far off to not notice your pain.
Which is something I have learned.
I did try but you far proved you weren't you.
This routine heartbreak could only go so far.
My limits are not to gain nor be intimate again.
No apology will EVER be Taken.
I hope you are shaken as it doesn't take much to notice.
When you beltch out the loud speaker you have spoken.
2 different Divorce announcements has been a blast.
The smoke is clear. That was Great!!! Find another Date
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Posted: Oct 2022
About this poem:
It's about a fictional Predator who goes on vacations for a thrill.
real or unreal
some or most of my life everything seems real and unreal or illusory sometimes too real or too unreal one time as a child i was in a department store with my mother confusing people with manikens one time in the same outskirts of a city one spring standing by myself with torrents of water ice and snow melting from ponds and streams felt its glory i daydreamed alot in grade school once in junior high i was in a health class drawing pictures
of future cars the teacher found out showed it to the class they laughed mockingly
of future cars the teacher found out showed it to the class they laughed mockingly
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Posted: Oct 2022
About this poem:
its about reality and illusion i wrote it because it seemed important too conveyand maybe others have felt this
Thinner Retold
There once was a fat man who weighed 300 pounds
He accidentally hit an old woman with his car
Her father was a good man
So he gave the guy who hit his daughter a blessing
He touched his cheek and said "145"
Soon the guy was losing weight
In six months he was 145 pounds
He could eat anything he wanted to
He found the gypsy who gave him the blessing and helped out his family
With his millions he made it so the family had nice things and good food
They all shared many strawberry pies and lived happily ever after
The End
He accidentally hit an old woman with his car
Her father was a good man
So he gave the guy who hit his daughter a blessing
He touched his cheek and said "145"
Soon the guy was losing weight
In six months he was 145 pounds
He could eat anything he wanted to
He found the gypsy who gave him the blessing and helped out his family
With his millions he made it so the family had nice things and good food
They all shared many strawberry pies and lived happily ever after
The End
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Posted: Oct 2022
About this poem:
I buy a baked strawberry pie every year and watch Steven King's ThinnerPoems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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