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Many battles have I lost, many wars have I won
I never chose my path for I was a godly son
If your faith should question, then I am sorely forsaken
But until that time I have no means to weep for those taken

My life I never asked for, so why should I worry
Death comes to us all; I would only make it hurry
Am I not your minds creation, I shoulder no blame
For throughout the ages only you carry the shame

What need have I of human mindless souls?
Was it not your Gods who determined our goals?
But I grow ever weary, so tired of false deity
For is not fate its own self induced mockery

Then you came to me Dione and Zeus’s daughter
To relinquish me my sins of death and slaughter
I would rest with you amongst the fallen mighty
Ungodly love is forbidden for Ares and Aphrodite

Then take my sword and bury my shield
For the love of you I would gladly yield
And when I search for Hades, for surely I must
Let my weapons rest eternally, forever rust

For my demise to me would seem a new dawn
My lips no longer seek the demonic battle horn
And as with legend we would slowly fade
For we outlived our time in mans enchanted glade

I have came up with 2 starting lines that I really enjoy but some how my imagination is in idol right now.I am asking the poets of this corner to finish this poem using these 2 starting lines is the only rule.

A thousand steps
walking a crooked fence

Lets see what you great poets can do with these two, I believe magnificent lines. Look forward to what you have come up with.

Kickit......

Dear muse, I penned this verse with feather quill,
To gently praise your beauty of renown,
My words to float aloft your gaze until,
They softly kiss your eyes like thistledown.

One single thought of you is all I need,
Pure beams of gold to light my dulling day,
A gorgeous wildflower peers from tangled weed,
And paints a splash of colour to my grey.

My lonely shadow drapes this em'rald shore,
With somber heart I yearn your close embrace,
Between us how wild stormy waters roar,
Such tempest I would brave to touch your face.

Fond kisses blown on gentle winds your way,
Warm breezes seek wherein the fells you stray.

You are the most beautiful woman to ever grace the face of this earth...
Only God Himself will ever know just how much I love you...
For there are no words in existence that can describe my love for you...
I fear that it is only in heaven that I may be able to show you...

Like babies wrapped in linens of lace and ribbons...
Strewn about in fields of velvet green grass...
Bringing a pureness of joy never felt before...
Blossoming into flowers with colors that never existed...
A perfect union of souls and bodies...

In supple dreams of mysteriously colored leaves...
My adoration is indescribable...
I would suffer for the rest of eternity...
Just to hold you once...
Just to feel you close...
Just to let you know how much you are to me...

I will continue to tolerate my misery and loneliness...
For as long as necessary....
For there is no substitute for your flawless perfection...
I will wait for your immortality in this fallen mortal state....
Never settling for anyone else...

God is not invisible, I can see Him in your face...
The lines He chose to shape your place in this time-tested space...
God is not invisible, when I look into your eyes...
The lies you tell, they matter not, despite my tearful cries...

God remembers nothing but the good that you have done...
The words you speak, so mild and meek, the rays of our bright sun...
God is not transparent when I look into your soul...
There's evidence of His grand designs, His love can keep you whole...

I testify that God exists, I see Him everyday...
When children play, when wind does sway, the salty sea that sprays...
God made no mistakes when He did weave you with fine strands...
His hands I see, in you and me, His love it surely stands...

The sun shown on the lone grave
As she stood gazing at the stone
Distance memories flowing in waves
Lapping at her mind like foam

How yellow was Mom's favorite color
Especially little flowers like buttercups
Continued memories of her Mother
Starting to cry until she hiccuped

Suddenly a yellow butterfly gently flew by
Right to the stone briefly touching it
Like saying to the stone a brief hi
On to the shoulder of the woman it lit

Staying only briefly there as though to say
Do not cry for your Mom for she is not here
She is looking down and not far away
Watching over you she will always be near

Away the yellow butterfly gently flew
In the graveyard to another stone
Looking to spread comfort to those too
Reminiscing their memories and feeling alone

The sky grew dark and gray
The earth and trees began to sway
All living creatures trembled in fear
As the end of the world felt near

The scent of blood and death was in the air
Cries of pain and agony were heard
Carried on the winds causing great fear
Not knowing the cost of forgiveness came dear

Mankind’s Light of the World died that day
And the darkness of souls were portrayed
Down into the Tomb of Hell the Light was placed
The Sacrificial Lamb of Grace

The Light of the World was in darkness for 2 days
Despair and hopelessness of all rampaged
Without the Light feeling bewildered and lost
Watching the Tomb of Hell covered in moss

The morning of the third day
The Light of the World again shown to display
That the Tomb of Hell was open and bare
A miracle had just happened there

The soul had risen from sin’s Hell
The Light of the World had arose to tell
All had been forgiven their sins
If they ask for it through Him

Thus Mankind’s physical body dies
But his spirit will live and rise
For the Lamb of Grace was the ultimate sacrifice
We have his gifts of Light and Eternal life

The Light of the World was snuffed out
For 2 days and nights in darkness and doubt
The third morning it shone again
To Light the World and Heavens without sin

Sun.....Rising,
Mist.....Clearing,
Birds.....Singing,
Thinking.....
.....Smiling,
You.....On my mind.

Amidst the sadness and the strife..
And all of the harsh realites that have become my life..
I've a place that I can go...
To contemplate and rejuvinate my soul
Oh ,Hot rod Larry how you do lift my soul,
reminding me of what it is I already know...
Passionatepoet, well it's been awhile.. but I do wish you'd come back and share your amazing style..
Sophiasummer how you light my way.. with the words of wisdom that you display..
Goodguytoknow, if you only knew... how many sleepless nights your sweet poetry had seen me thru...
And Jeddah12 you are new to me... but your poetry, well it is Heavenly..
and trurorob well I just shake my head...
I can't belive I am lucky enough to read your amazing words.. that linger constantly in my head..
And then that rascall Bentlee..
Who prefers to write in a style all his own,
Sometimes I get it.. but most often I do not,.
But his talent is here so very well known...

Freeatlast you make me think..
Amazing things..here's a glass of wine.. *clink*
And Hedistuff... you're amazing poems.......
sometimes can give me a chill.... It's almost aS if I'm standing there.. With you up on the same hill..

Then of course there is Andrew..
Whose poems are like a book...I suppose..
Oh how many endless nights have I fallen asleep to his amazing prose.

And let us not forget Boyscharme.. although he has momentarily strayed it would seem...
How many times, did his awesome words...
Cradle me in my dreams...

And then there is my Gypsy friend,
who has departed and yet her words still remain..
Her sytle her text, her phenomonal words
always will in my heart reign..

And Pinkpoetress..how you've made me smile..
when everything was grey...
Kudos to you sweetheart.....
For all the times you've made my day...

To Poetengineer, well words cannot express,the way your words
have cleaved to my soul,

And dear Paloma, what a way with words you have, they've made me laugh and sometimes cry,.but always a pleasure it is to read from you, sometimes I welcome a good cry.

And to all the rest here in the corner...
Who through your written word have made me smile..
I'm sorry if I did not include your name..
But keep posting what you do here....
You rock!Cheers to all of our beautiful poets here,
Who make our corner, so lovely and worthwhile!

And the hollow face
That stared empty out of the box
Would beg to say
Pa will we eat today
In that well known place
Called Hooverville
:
And watery soup
Was the order of the day
If you was lucky
To be inline they say
The jazz had gone
That flight of fancy
The band could no longer play
:
And the gangsters groaned
For their own self pity
Box cars were full
Of the wandering dead
Going nowhere to work
To the evicted homestead
:
Bakers forgot how to make bread
And bankers leapt
Where paper wealth
Always seemed to tread
And where was your pity
For the wandering dead
:
And the towers of greed
Built of paper Mache
Would crumble and fall
When foundations folded
And left the hapless to bleed
:
But times were good
Of that we knew
As the suicides rose
No more the wandering dead
And the politicians preached
Nothing bad with Hoover stew