All within the taiga glade,
Their raiments gilt in comely shades,
The burgess shrives vagrant souls.
A garth of god for men alow.
Whereinto the roots may grow,
We wayfarers may never know,
For we waltz twixt sky and earth-
Domain of beast and realm of birds.
The elders of the greenwood lie,
On earth when once they kissed the sky,
And glowered at the rover’s romp,
Through lodgings filled with trunk and stump.
Or shrove to lonesome wretched wights,
Flying from their fearsome frights;
Seeking presence with burgesses,
Of taiga glade, the earth, the trees.
But now they lie upon the ground,
Now shod their garb, and lost their crowns,
Ne’er again will readorn,
Unlike their kin who stand and mourn.
We pass into the land of love,
For pleasant autumn leaves above;
To revel or repent alone,
To contemplate or to atone?
Categories:
alow, 12th grade, appreciation, autumn,
Form: Rhyme
Words Dismay
Disillusioned Sanctions Alow For One
Street Signs Brighten Forgotton Pathways
Roads Illuminate Intersections
Right or Left Paradox
Familiar Actions Guide
Categories:
alow, art,
Form: I do not know?
Uncanny as the truth may often be,
A sailor worth his salt will quickly cede;
There's more than godly made beneath the sea.
Alow, where neither fish nor man can see,
Obscured, the worst of Hell and Fury breed,
Uncanny as the truth may often be.
And whilst in foggy doldrums dire esprit,
A shadowed splash the bravest heart will heed;
There's more than godly made beneath the sea.
Aloft, a barrelman cries the Kraken free,
As beads of fear into the fathoms bleed,
Uncanny as the truth may often be.
And doubt belike a superstitious flea,
An itch in faith, where lay a baleful seed;
There's more than godly made beneath the sea
Beware unsounded depths, I say to thee;
At full and by with guns to bear proceed;
Uncanny as the truth may often be;
There's more than godly made beneath the sea
Categories:
alow, adventure, mystery, seamay, truth,
Form: Villanelle
The clock moves in one direction
as we search for something
amidst the canyons
of our metropolis
All the dawns you have known
have vanished
into
Dark, black, night
We believe that light will
filter in
We're hoping that it will
praying that it will
To continue our search
we nedd warmth
and sunbeams - which will alow our tired eyes to find
what we are seeking
here in the asphalt homeland
Categories:
alow, allegory, angst, urban,
Form: Free verse
I’m daring, but I’m waiting
I’m fainting, but I’m not failing,
The rights of me.
I know I’m cupid,
But hey ,I know I’m not stupid
So, you need to get your facts right,
Don’t put on such a big fight!
The things I am, could be
Different, than yours, don’t you see?
I’m me, not you
Now that I know, is true,
Taking your rights in my face?
This has got to be a trace,
On your own, pethetic face.
Mind your own business, please.
Don’t try to be a coincidence.
I'm not going to alow you to
Treat anyone like you do now.
Something to think about now, huh?
Don’t act like such a cow, your nothing to make me
Fall,I won’t fall, but you might ,
With those words falling out your mouth.
Categories:
alow, song-rights,
Form: Free verse