Best Vassal Poems

The body is the vessel of the Soul,
the Soul is not the vassal of the body,
the Soul is the vassal of the Almighty...

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Mardi Gras "The Medieval Story"  

On a hot, heavy night in Orleans,
Joan and Jane were seen rubbing chest on chest
An inviting, intimate moment, to...

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So many weep from pleasure or from pain
and raise their invocations to the sky.
I watch them from the corner of my eye.
Their exhibitions I would...

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The sun was setting, as it usually does
The town a ghost town, the main street all but silenced
The wind blowing leaves and dreams to and...

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~MyTOPIA~
 
A sip of tea in my Magic Cup.
A fancy bowl for my little pup.
Faraway from a world corrupt.
I found reason and meaning to reconstruct.
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across the Doggerland dogged people trudge
  Neanderthals, Heidelbergers...Sapiens, the last ones standing
  hairy mammoths, heavy life bearing down
  the mighty maw of...

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With hands immersed in suds and water warm,
I stand before the sink, humbled vassal,
To plates and dishes, grease and grime the norm,
My task to cleanse...

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Where Now Shines Light and Love


Far, far, far away rejected darkened hate
now banished into its own gloom.
That black fog that did so dictate
the misery in...

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From thought has risen
time-space warp prison;
so if we be still,
we regain soul’s will.

Poised in the void thus,
love and light fills us,
which was always there
but now...

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The Epic Vow, The Long Journey, And Destination Found

		  Her vow was to remain alive ...
stoke furiously the aching fires
not weep tears that splattered...

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I’m stealing through a twilit realm, the ancient pale of Whereis,
passing chambers of an Heiress
(though no need to feel embarrassed)
through a magic mystic mirror hanging...

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My mind is yours

I think of you
As I stab away at your heart

I think of you
As blood spatters all over my face

I think of you
As...

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Oppressed is he, a coward in his house,
   A cringing serf, to the despotic spouse!
   Without a voice unless she's not...

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My guardian angel sleep how I honor thee,
Thy contrarian ways leave me breathless,
Thine art, the bearer of life’s synchronicity.

I am your vessel, a vassal on...

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(Continued from Part Two - 1)

Nothing of the foisoning ageold homegrownwine
       strained through Ol’ Kayyam’s ever draining ruba’iyat bowl
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