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I'm sorry
I'm sorry i dont give you happy thoughts to think out loud,
I'm sorry if my words are dark and and always seem so proud,
I'm sorry if that my venom is a twisted visage,
of a former self conflicted, with a hatred that left me gifted,
with darkness heart thats torn apart destroyed by earnest witches.
but once upon a mid day dreary,
a soul laid waste and left with fury,
mans gods were there but didnt care,
as evil stalked, with pensive stares.
but once a womans hands have wrought,
the fetished evil that they've got,
and laid to waste a soul not bought,
twas heavens hands to which he fought.
a fathers place is by their side ,
protected by his handsom light,
and if he fails in his charge ,
he deserves wrath of the devils march.
I'm sorry that you cannot see,
i'm sorry you will never speak,
I'm sorry if they cast a stone,
u should not stand at the gates alone.
I'm sorry i dont give you happy thoughts to think out loud,
I'm sorry if my words are dark and and always seem so proud,
I'm sorry if that my venom is a twisted visage,
of a former self conflicted, with a hatred that left me gifted,
with darkness heart thats torn apart destroyed by earnest witches
I'm sorry if my words are dark and and always seem so proud,
I'm sorry if that my venom is a twisted visage,
of a former self conflicted, with a hatred that left me gifted,
with darkness heart thats torn apart destroyed by earnest witches.
but once upon a mid day dreary,
a soul laid waste and left with fury,
mans gods were there but didnt care,
as evil stalked, with pensive stares.
but once a womans hands have wrought,
the fetished evil that they've got,
and laid to waste a soul not bought,
twas heavens hands to which he fought.
a fathers place is by their side ,
protected by his handsom light,
and if he fails in his charge ,
he deserves wrath of the devils march.
I'm sorry that you cannot see,
i'm sorry you will never speak,
I'm sorry if they cast a stone,
u should not stand at the gates alone.
I'm sorry i dont give you happy thoughts to think out loud,
I'm sorry if my words are dark and and always seem so proud,
I'm sorry if that my venom is a twisted visage,
of a former self conflicted, with a hatred that left me gifted,
with darkness heart thats torn apart destroyed by earnest witches
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Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
this is for the loss of two, a pain i cant describe to youbut if u think all men are bad,
some woman are evil bearing a devils brand.
Sleep
If i had three wish's
Two i would give to you
You could wish for anything
But i would wish for you..
Two i would give to you
You could wish for anything
But i would wish for you..
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
this is about all my friends who have passed
Learning poetry III - Carnival Carousel (Roundel)
Carousel inn on highest peak,
Round and round they quickly spin,
Beacon invites as we speak,
Carousel inn.
Tent for a carousal din,
Memories lost they seek,
Floating feets under Natures basin,
Festive aura sound and reek.
Flying with the spinning wind,
Emotions fast and thick,
Carousel inn.
Round and round they quickly spin,
Beacon invites as we speak,
Carousel inn.
Tent for a carousal din,
Memories lost they seek,
Floating feets under Natures basin,
Festive aura sound and reek.
Flying with the spinning wind,
Emotions fast and thick,
Carousel inn.
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
The ROUNDEL is a deritaveof rondeau and rondine... It has
eleven lines constructed from two
quatrains, and a triplet.
The rhyme scheme only has two
rhymes and a refrain from the first
phrase of first line, thus, the second
line rhymes with the refrain:.. a. b.
a.B . b. a. b . a. b. a. B..
example:
If he could know my songs are all
for him,
At silver dawn or in the evening
glow,
Would he not smile and think it but
a whim,
If he could know?
Or would his heart rejoice and
overflow,
As happy brooks that break their
icy rim
When April's horns along the
hillsides blow?
I may not speak till Eros' torch is
dim,
The god is bitter and will have it so;
And yet to-night our fate would
seem less grim
If he could know. --- Sara Teasdale
Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 12) Final
(Part 12) "Terminal Paradox"
The story so far.... John Norrington, only survivor of the
coach tragedy, manages to find sanctuary in a cave
and comes in contact with a large meteorite that had
crashed there hours before. He collapses to the ground
and a few minutes later feels revitalised and gains
new powers and abilities. Returning to the Norrington
manor, he creates a costume for his disguise as the
Black Dove and then goes in search of his friend's killers.
He finally catches up with Jack Wild and his outlaws.
Norrington and Jenkins board a ship. They eventually set sail
back to England. On their way back the ship is caught in
strange fog, which transports them into the future, then
to the past, and finally back to their present, and they are
back home. Everything seems normal but for the fact it is
one day prior to the coach tragedy. Norrington prepares
to alter the events that would follow, As the outlaws
are coming closer to the coach with their guns drawn Jack
Wild cries to the passengers to get out of the coach,
Norrington leaps out the coach and jumps onto Jack Wild.
The other outlaws fire at Norrington. He falls to the ground
and lies there lifeless. While the outlaws chase after the
stagecoach to capture its passengers, the King's guards
approach from the opposite side and give help to
Norrington. who regains strength and disguised as the
Black Dove chases the runaway coach. He has very
little time now for stopping the coach.
Climbing on top of his horse he takes a leap and descends
on the roof of the coach, which is now rounding the bend and
heading for the edge of the cliff. He applies a hand brake and
flames leap up from the wheels. The steering connection to the
horses snaps up and the coach grinds to a halt. The Black Dove
climbs down to check on the passengers. Finding his wife Beth
alive he smiles at her, then collapses to the ground. She climbs
out of the coach. Lifting his mask she sees in amazement that
the man was her husband John. She kisses him and asks, why
he is wearing this outfit, he tells her that he is the Black Dove
he wanted to prevent the tragedy from occurring again. Then
he dies and disappears right before her eyes, Beth is in tears
kneeling on the ground. Moments later John Norrington
materialises inside the coach, wondering where he had been.
Beth turns round and discovers her man is alive, but how
can this be? She is beside herself with joy as they succeed in
repairing the coach and continue their journey to Cornwall.
The Black dove had served his purpose: by saving his friends
he had created a new timeline which never included the
heroic Black Dove, as in this timeline the Black Dove
has never really existed. THE END
The story so far.... John Norrington, only survivor of the
coach tragedy, manages to find sanctuary in a cave
and comes in contact with a large meteorite that had
crashed there hours before. He collapses to the ground
and a few minutes later feels revitalised and gains
new powers and abilities. Returning to the Norrington
manor, he creates a costume for his disguise as the
Black Dove and then goes in search of his friend's killers.
He finally catches up with Jack Wild and his outlaws.
Norrington and Jenkins board a ship. They eventually set sail
back to England. On their way back the ship is caught in
strange fog, which transports them into the future, then
to the past, and finally back to their present, and they are
back home. Everything seems normal but for the fact it is
one day prior to the coach tragedy. Norrington prepares
to alter the events that would follow, As the outlaws
are coming closer to the coach with their guns drawn Jack
Wild cries to the passengers to get out of the coach,
Norrington leaps out the coach and jumps onto Jack Wild.
The other outlaws fire at Norrington. He falls to the ground
and lies there lifeless. While the outlaws chase after the
stagecoach to capture its passengers, the King's guards
approach from the opposite side and give help to
Norrington. who regains strength and disguised as the
Black Dove chases the runaway coach. He has very
little time now for stopping the coach.
Climbing on top of his horse he takes a leap and descends
on the roof of the coach, which is now rounding the bend and
heading for the edge of the cliff. He applies a hand brake and
flames leap up from the wheels. The steering connection to the
horses snaps up and the coach grinds to a halt. The Black Dove
climbs down to check on the passengers. Finding his wife Beth
alive he smiles at her, then collapses to the ground. She climbs
out of the coach. Lifting his mask she sees in amazement that
the man was her husband John. She kisses him and asks, why
he is wearing this outfit, he tells her that he is the Black Dove
he wanted to prevent the tragedy from occurring again. Then
he dies and disappears right before her eyes, Beth is in tears
kneeling on the ground. Moments later John Norrington
materialises inside the coach, wondering where he had been.
Beth turns round and discovers her man is alive, but how
can this be? She is beside herself with joy as they succeed in
repairing the coach and continue their journey to Cornwall.
The Black dove had served his purpose: by saving his friends
he had created a new timeline which never included the
heroic Black Dove, as in this timeline the Black Dove
has never really existed. THE END
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
This is the final part to the epic serial poem "Legend Of The Black Dove" I hope all the poets who read this and followed the story enjoyed my efforts in trying to bring my character to life and all the excitement of his escapades, this story was a tribute to the cinema serials that operated around the world making many children and adults happy, the movie cliff hangers ran from the 1930s to 1956, My idea was a modern offshoot to these classics.(To see some of these serials view you tube.com)
Written : 4th September 2013
Editor : Marikia
Poem Of Ascension
If I could 'die' before I die, then when I die, I shall not die.
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
Actually, MY desired epitaph poem dedicated to those who relentlessly strive to realize their spiritual aim while sojourning in this existence.
Heartbroken
Woman
Had love
Long ago, but
Only faded memories remain
Heartbroken
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
The weekends are the worse!For Daddy
To Daddy
Daddy – sorry not to see you before I passed away
Mummy was so hoping that you’d come up and stay.
We waited nearly for a year – but you did not arrive
I did so want a visit while I was still alive.
Oskar feels the difference – now I am not around.
We loved each other’s company; when Mum worked we found
A partnership together – and now he’s all alone.
He offers her some comfort, their sadness to condone.
Before I died she cut some hair – a keepsake to review.
She had it made into a pendant, “A gift from you”
She called it – and now its come it is a part
Of me forever. She wears it near her heart.
We were a family, once, she said, the four of us, so close.
I’ll never know what happened – why you became morose…
I loved you still, no matter what – I know you loved me too
Now here’s my hair that Mummy cut. She gives the rest to you.
From Chloe with love
Daddy – sorry not to see you before I passed away
Mummy was so hoping that you’d come up and stay.
We waited nearly for a year – but you did not arrive
I did so want a visit while I was still alive.
Oskar feels the difference – now I am not around.
We loved each other’s company; when Mum worked we found
A partnership together – and now he’s all alone.
He offers her some comfort, their sadness to condone.
Before I died she cut some hair – a keepsake to review.
She had it made into a pendant, “A gift from you”
She called it – and now its come it is a part
Of me forever. She wears it near her heart.
We were a family, once, she said, the four of us, so close.
I’ll never know what happened – why you became morose…
I loved you still, no matter what – I know you loved me too
Now here’s my hair that Mummy cut. She gives the rest to you.
From Chloe with love
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
My little dog Chloe, sadly died March 1st this year. I had a snip of her hair made into a pendant which I could wear round my neck. We had hope my former partner would be able to visit her before she died. Sadly this was not the case. It's just me and the cat, Oskar, now.
Requiem for a Lost Soul
I hold
set my spirit free
hear the waves of the ocean
faithfully aboard the cold
close my eyes and dream
like ripples on the water
beyond the abyss
the echoed voice of hope
my soul has run aground
set my spirit free
hear the waves of the ocean
faithfully aboard the cold
close my eyes and dream
like ripples on the water
beyond the abyss
the echoed voice of hope
my soul has run aground
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Posted: Apr 2017
About this poem:
I wrote this at 4am. I feel this way sometimes. At other times I feel immense joy.Part of life.......
A part of life we all must do, the one thing that will stay true. It hurts loved ones and makes them blue; but as we live, cannot undo! It makes complete the life we chose; yet gives us hope we should not lose. The joy we share and sorrow we see; gives note to all that this must be. We no not when this will take place; so live life at our own pace! Indeed, we know that this is true; we live our lives—but must die too! I cannot explain why this must be; yet see that death does set us free. I give a gift in this belief, and write these words to ease your grief. I’m sorry that I must complete; that part of life we cannot beat. All my love; to all that’s dear—within your heart I will be near!
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Posted: Jun 2017
About this poem:
Choices made we must endure; our lives will change, yes that is for sure. Although we feel that all is good, we must look back at where we stood. Decisions made that were not so kind, give trouble now within our mind. We dream of happy and content; yet face each day with much decent. The woes of life we could not see; so seek forgiveness, let it be! We fill our hearts with all that is true; try not to think what has made us blue. We must reflect on good and bad; for this is what we all have had. Console ourselves as each day fades; and live with all our choices made! Life!!!Completions of Sayings feel free to contribute your own in the comments. I'd like to see others too
To Love, is to know.....
change needs a companion.
(Hopi First Nations member of the now USA.. proverb
Walk lightly in spring for Mother Earth is pregnant
The things you learn between breaths
Freedom only lives in the souls of our Specie..
what can be given unconditionally
Shall not need to be returned
We are Limited by our own definitions
Believe in beliefs for that is what will provide colour to our voids
change needs a companion.
(Hopi First Nations member of the now USA.. proverb
Walk lightly in spring for Mother Earth is pregnant
The things you learn between breaths
Freedom only lives in the souls of our Specie..
what can be given unconditionally
Shall not need to be returned
We are Limited by our own definitions
Believe in beliefs for that is what will provide colour to our voids
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Posted: Jun 2017
About this poem:
Literally at least a 1000 sayings are in several journals in the house. Intend to reflect at certain moments of my life. Predominately spoke "words" in any language don't reach into ourselves intrinsically enough to be used alone just in conversation.These days this is when I need to create art or write creatively, short stories, animations, short film scripts and a challenge put myself in was contacting a playwright on a 2 person stage play. Pitched a script concept, now we are logistically moving through a narrative thread of how to present on stage.
I don't work in the arts anymore I'm too busy with my newly formed company needing me behind the wheel so to accelerate the opportunities in corporate australia, minimising the Pain point that we could statistically be joining the majority of people who enter business and fail in the first 3 years.
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