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The Paladin's Lament

The Paladin's Lament

The swirl of vengeful desert dust
and moral rage long simmering
dulls the sound of angel's wing
and hides my hope's light glimmering.

In righteous roar of red-tinged mist,
all peace of mind is gone and lost.

If challenge in this life were fair,
not vigilance by dragon's lair,
if I had just normal struggles made,
not bashing demons on my blade,
the gnashing in my soul would stop
and easy wrongs would kindly drop.

I deftly face old Darwin's knife
slicing weakness from my life,
but facing devils miles wide
with no-one's army by my side
is getting old quite hard and fast;
time's mortal strength will not long last.

If worldly needs did not exist
I'd retire to a hermit's nest,
but with quiet breaking heart at noon
my sinful midnight hand creeps in
delivering me so I may rest,
tears falling after on my breast,
that waits to cherish, love, adore,
if just my pride were not at war.
Alone I fall asleep at night,
alone I wake in morning light.
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
I wrote this about 2 months ago. ...I'm a literary glutton for the likes of CS Lewis, Tolkien and George MacDonald, and I enjoy writing a lot when it strikes me.
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lorentz

tell me thelma..

tell me thelma...
the islands of your heart,
the cities of your soul,
the empathy of your world.
tell me thelma,
the peaceful lake shore,
and the fountain,
high in the azure..
tell me thelma..
the door is closed
on the wounds..
gentle cat asleep,
behind the curtain..
tell me thelma..
you have a crazy sailing boat,
in your head..
the power to tame oceans,
to appease volcanoes..
tell me thelma..
your words,
are english,french,
tagalog,
bird,frog,
water and fire..
thelma..
rewriting the lonely planet,
you are our connecting salon..
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
lonely planet ....
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iluvisis1

Lady Angelus

I hide behind my walls
of steel
they stop the ones
who seek to feel
the why, the who, the where
and then I
start to feel all
over again.
Retreat I go
to bricks and mortar
hiding in my castle deep
Moat will stop the evil
warders
while the lady tries to sleep.
Lock the door
they shant break throuogh
milady they have
come for you.
Fight I will
before I come
this land is ours
I will not run.
With slippered foot
or shielded arm
my honour to this land
prevails.
While knights are
fighting at my side
the bards will live to
tell the tales.
Of valiance and hearts
foresworn
to live protect
and die as one
the lady with the
phoenix hair
gave all she had
becaused she cared.
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Posted: Sep 2011
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lorentz

somewhere

somewhere when stops the time,
somewhere a night,
and some little dramas..
you,me,and we,
intriguing mysteries..
at the midnight of worlds,
when the end,
reaches a short eternity..
some of them,dreamers,
call that..love..
some others..have no words..
somewhere,tangled webs,
tangerine and low tide,
blue indigo and clarinet..
somewhere in the early hours,
playing the game,
a night to remember,
a day to forgotten..
somewhere,purring,
somewhere,pouring,
purling..
somewhere and now,
and you are away..
I touch your delicate smell,
elusive memory,
just the instant,
a melody..
somewhere..
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
my mercurian lightness in love..
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Unknown

I never thought I'd love again

I never thought I'd love again
My heart once stopped
But now beats again
I thought I wasn't ready
Then I saw your face
And now my heart beats at a steady pace.
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Posted: Sep 2011
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cuddlycolin

matt

i once saw a bat
and then he shat


on my face, and so began a tail of one man
and his unconventional fetish
an everyday fairytale
some might say
but im not gay



or am i?
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
that right i like animal feces on my face
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Unknown

THE 'PILLAR

Dedicated to my ex-wife, mother of my eldest daughter, at a low point in her life (after our divorce), due to her addiction to drugs & alcohol

My coggles spark the memory of a ‘pillar from the past
Known too few to many, this ‘pillar had been cast
aside by those who couldn’t phantom her potential
or understood, or realized her assets were substantial

Neglected by the ones who could’ve nurtured her esteem
the ‘pillar didn’t have a clue, idea, goal or dream
of what her future had in store, her fate and Destiny
because no one had told the ‘pillar of these things, you see

And so the ‘pillar inched along a low path of despair
longing to be like the ones that flew up in the air
Convinced by peer mentality that these were futile thoughts
she settled for a path of trudging, and took the lesser plot

Perhaps it was this lack of knowing what she would become
Perhaps it was the loneliness that had her turn to some
who’d never know the joy of flying to a higher plane
because it wasn’t in them, and therefore wasn’t sane

But ‘pillar didn’t realize she had this gift from birth
since no one ever told her just what she’s really worth
And so the years of toiling with those who weren’t inclined
took its toll upon her faith, body, soul and mind

When all seemed at its lowest, when what was gained was lost
The ‘pillar listened to some sage that seemed too great a cost
“Stop my vices and my peers!?” and “Change my way of thinking!?”
Surely this would be too hard. Poor ‘pillar’s heart was sinking

But once the ‘pillar stopped and settled in to see it through
She began to see some changes. Her attitude was new!
What once felt like a prison, in fact, was a cocoon
What once was just a ‘pillar would fly away real soon

And so it was that ‘pillar’s thoughts came to realize
that all along her Destiny was meant for greater skies
Instead of finding reasons to put blame on her past
she realized her attitude would make the future last

She peeled away the cobwebs that bound her in her rut
and spread her wings so proudly – the world would watch her strut
For finally she found herself, she’d opened up each eye
and saw herself for what she is . . .
a beautiful butterfly

Fly, lady, FLY!
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Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
Following our divorce, my ex fell into an addiction to drugs & alcohol, due primarily to the crowd she began hanging out with, plus her low self-esteem she'd gotten as a result of her mother's overbearing disapproval, and my one-time infidelity (I deserved her divorcing me). At her lowest, she found herself homeless then locked in rehab. She was in dire need of reminding her of the lady I once knew: honest, intelligent and a truly beautiful soul inside & out, just like our daughter together, Destiny. These words freely spilt onto the paper Destiny & I delivered to her, and she felt they were "God inspired" towards motivating her to complete the drug program successfully and reevaluate her priorities & attitude. I let her regain custody of our daughter upon her metamorphosis, hoping that this poetic pep-talk would achieve its intention. She managed to fly awhile for several years (+ husband & son later) before she eventually found herself again amongst the crawling scum that robbed her again of her wings. I dedicate this poem to anyone suffering from such addictions, in hopes that they recognize their own self-worth before it becomes too late for them. Avoid those peers that keep you in low ruts, and instead aspire for better greatness among positive influences. Whether you believe you're great or lousy, either way you're right. Believe you can achieve it, and you eventually will.
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Unknown

dark mental prison/return from entropy

I wil escape you
To a place far from here
No one will see me
Watch the pain as i disappear
i only have anger
im full of despair
Won't you just leave me
There's a room for me there
There innocent beauty
My words can't describe
Thier birth was a purity
Brings a sullen tear right to your eyes
Now i have anger
im full of despair
Please let me take you
'cause I'm already there

I'm so alone
My head's my home
I return to mental entropy

crime without reason is why children die
i've been through the system
That's bleeding stones until we die
So please let me take you
And I'll show you the truth
Inside my reality
I shared in youth

[CHORUS :]
I'm so alone
My head's my home
And I feel
So alone
You know
At last
I'll return to my entropy

Now that i've disaprepeared
To a stateu might fear
I really must go back
Close my eyes and they'll disappear
Won't they come to me
Salvation well share
Inside of my head now
There's a room for us there

[CHORUS :]
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Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
wow i have to get that out or it will eat me alive
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funnyguy222

Since I don't have you...

Dedicated to my old bag, my gall bladder(R.I.P.)
(sung to the tune of “Since I don't have you” By the Skyliners)

I don't eat happy meals
and I can't eat pizza wheels
I don't have any fun-
since I don't have you

I can't eat fatty foods
like ice cream and burgers too
I gave up snickers too
Since I don't have you

I can't eat onion rings or those things
bad for me
and never will, again.
Once they took you from me,
junk food is history,
mealtime's no fun since then.

Now I can't eat KFC,
and gravy is bad for me.
My meals are bland you see,
and I eat Tofu.
Embedded image from another site
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Posted: Dec 2011
About this poem:
Following the unexpected removal of my gallbladder.
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studecar

LONELY

"Lonely"is a word I can't explain
'though I searched its meaning in my brain,
I know the feeling - I know the pain
But the actual meaning I can't obtain.

I know the symptoms very well,
I know the day when I befell
The gnawing cravings which caused this hell,
It drains me more than I can tell.

Could another person cure this ail?
I often wonder - to no avail.
The love that's lost - could I impale
A new emotion without fail?

Because of years - I'm insecure,
Should I act bold or be demure?
Will she accept my meant allure
Or is my age just too mature.

Love that's lost may ne'er be found,
A new affair may not be sound,
Is she truly to be crowned,
Or did I catch her on rebound?

Lonely are the many days
I reminisce the lovely ways
With one departed - who is to say,
In my life - there is no replay.
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Posted: Jan 2012
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