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In fire's light so falsely drawn / The shadows whisper of darkest night. / Where dew of mist conceals each fright / And fancies play 'til coming dawn. / Kissed each leaf of early birth / With death's sweet
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Hush, my wayward heart, / Let no wisdom so impart. / Stay, my tongue, speak not.
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Kissed upon the morning's dawn / Lost by hand that evening's drawn. / Born by love to come again / Wage a war of foe and friend.
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The arms that hold me tight, / Were not there most every night. / And kisses raingin on my face, / No such thing before would lace. / This heart that calls for endless love / Was no daydream, below--above.
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Come the morning sun, / Love nor death have won. / Each warrior stands complete; / No trumpet sounds retreat. / And there, upon the hill, / Stands the Stones of Will. / Not once they budge with pride:
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Like lotus on wing, / So many the hearts will sing; / Leaving dreams behind.
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Sweet Angel, hear my cry, / Let my peace to you defy. / Taunted demons, though you fight, / Give me pain instead of light. / No willing maiden will I be / When you come to rescue me. / Take away your mercy's
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I cannot wait for comming days / When we forget our wayward ways. / When at last, we draw the line-- / Leaving sin and bitter brine. / The time will come, my one, my all, / Let that dawn our mercy fall. / Th
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Once, by many, score 'pon score, / I know no better word for whore. / Would that I could slit a throat; / And take such meassures to garrote. / The pains I'd take to decimate / Each pound from mine, aleviate.
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June from clipped: the angel's wings, / High from bough the bluebird sings. / Night nor day will quench the eve; / Leaving all alone to greive. / So the deamon passes by / No one left to dully cry. / Pray th
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Tumbled light of farmer's guild, / Leaving dreams of amber filled. / Laugh with might through angel's storm, / Burning cold in summer's warm.
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Think you ought the precious gold? / Blasphemous rot to all behold. / Curse the one that holds the key, / Just let it not be one as me! / On such slander do I take; / Not for all of human's sake. / Best you
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Humility is not a word to you. / Juvenile delinquent would better you. / Still, with pride, you claim the day; / No one else will come in t
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Upon the sidelines, always, I'll sit, / Taking no part with each common misfit. / Finding ill humor in goddess and slut; / Perhaps I am more than the proverbial mutt. / No chance will I take to follow in suit / Of g
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Sisters of the cloth and robe; / Down each street and 'round the globe, / Sing with me, my precious friends, / Drink together--make ammends. / Remind ourselves, our errant ways, / Leave the past in ancient days
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Gone the dreams from angel's time, / Left in soot and often grime. / Dusted off my hands worn through, / I'll whisper all my thoughts to you. / Drawn by sweetest honey's kiss; / Cooled for all the quiet bliss. / S
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Born of light and commonplace, / brought to eve of darkest space. / By light of morn and coming day-- / bewitching hours for elf and fae. /
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Drift away, each velvet scorn; / Pluck each feather--in dewdrops torn. / Officious aid not once relieved, / What comeuppance those perceive
by dragondancer
15 lines, 5 comments,
on Jun 15 12:56 AM 2007
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Fortunate doxy that carps of broken flight, / Make low your words to strike the heart of compassion! / Deny your hand in demons, conforming
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Gently furled the cotton drapes; / Whispered tales from lips escapes. / Of few that sought the silver's call / And those that braved the an
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Whence upon the mark, one thousand; whilst the tribes are numbered on hand, / The kings betray the lion's band--their victory 'pon the sand
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Let cease this ageless ridicule; / Parsimonious and narcissistic / In the least! / Naming each in exclusive potpourri— / Throwing reason ou
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Tempting it is, for son and daughter, To take a few words through poetic slaughter.
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Whisper, sweet shadow, of times gone by; Take my fears with whispered cry.
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Long upon the valley furrows and high upon each hill,
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From the outside looking in,
I always wonder what I'm missin'.
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Days upon end, she traveled nigh,
In dew of morn and darkest sky.
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From high the calls of angels come
Though nigh a one was e'er so glum.
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Wisped upon the morning's growl;
Turning dust from ages foul.
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This is for a contest
http://allpoetry.com/Contest/2237588
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Lit upon a frosted cake
Taken home--no need to bake.
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From the evils so I curse
And from my hate I so in thirst.
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Built upon the eves of past
Meant for those that make it last.
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