Best Vowed Poems
The same striking man, the same lush, green land,
cushioned and delighted her heart in sleep.
Her romantic dream of senses was most grand
unless repeated fears began their slow, dark creep;
drowning and stabbing frights would often expand.
She would then wake, shaken, and try to understand.
This consistent dream had always just been.
Each night, the familiar reel repeated
with new chapters unfolding now and then.
Six sweet, white roses were never deleted
and repeatedly appeared at her dream’s end -
always pure white of a love intense blend.
She touched the new, glossy travel brochure,
ran her fingers along the pictured tree,
reminding herself that she was quite sure
it was the same tree her sleeping eyes did see.
This tree of certain enchanting allure
is what urged on her travel towards tomorrow's tour.
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The guide led her slowly to the charming tree.
Its presence moved her into a faint-type sway.
When her trance-like eyes finally broke free
they took in surrounding nature’s breathtaking array,
and paused at her dream recalled mound of clay
where six, white roses lay in a love intense display.
Visibly shaken, the guide sat her gently down.
Sitting, too, he began sharing an ancient tale.
“Centuries agone, the prince loved a poorly
maiden from town. Family, foes and doctrine bid
this love to fail. They eloped, cloaked by soft darkness
draped all around. He wore armor and his beauty wore
her plain gown.”
“They returned after six love-days of bliss.
Only hours back 'fore his true love vanished.
No sign, no clue, the prince sought all amiss
and threatened the guilty would be banished.
The prince finally found her in the sea’s mist
with stab wounds he would not ever dismiss.”
“He buried his love and also a spell in this clearing.
He left no marker but a white rose for each day
he and his wife had shared perfect, loving, pairing.
So sure his spell would bring her near with love revered,
he vowed to watch over her grave using spell's sway
and to join her within three moons after she appeared."
The guide asked, “how much longer do you plan to stay?”
She glowed, “I must linger at least three moons after today.”
My love for you will never die
Even if you have forgotten all our whys
A gift to you our love story
So that in pages you'd feel our love pouring
To dance with you hand and hand
Through forgetfulness vowed wedding band
A tune I'd always want you to remember
For our love has always been deep in center
Dear Love may I read to you
As a stranger in true loves sight anew
So that each time may bring back a memory
In that a moment you to remember me
Know that I'll try and try
Never leaving your tender side
Till our last breathes ever more
Together our love taken beneath the core
The Notebook
9-23-2016
A feeling of shame...
Shame that I'm in a world undeserving
Of my intelligence, my grace and my power.
It burns in my blood, and controls my words,
..My movements.
And it is that very same feeling that allows me
To detach my emotions, and self,
From this dull world.
And recognise that my surroundings merely exist,
Serving no proper purpose.
I ask not for the lend of your power,
To disarm these lonely people.
I ask not for the strength to prove my place,
For I have already done so.
~Written in 2003 (November) when I was fifteen.
A lone wolf, Karlow listened to the jagged parts of herself
That made her a scamp, a scallywag, a jammed up wood elf.
She had been on her own in the mystical forest for days.
She heard the whispers of the owlets, their wisdom a praise.
She had renamed herself Karlow, to fool the hunters chasing her
Vowing to never return to the evil king from Kingdom of Murr.
She was a shape-shifter. She transmogrified during yesterday’s hunt.
She changed into an elf, right in front of them, naked, to be rather blunt.
Karlow was tired of the harem; it smelled of perfume and lotion.
She had stayed hidden, not wanting to be summoned at a king’s notion.
She wanted to learn multiplication, geometry, algebra, and vocabulary.
She had her sights on running an orphanage, fudge factory and dairy.
Night-greeter, a virile young male elf found her to be delightful.
She did not want to talk; he recognized this, for he was insightful.
So he gave her some space, but he watched her carefully from afar.
For he had never seen a beautiful elf before who arrived on a star.
I will never retire I vowed
To relatives, strangers, any old crowd
God heard me and laughed; He would have it His way
Pulled the rug out from under my health, I am retired today
We Vowed To See a Shroud
What we vowed was to see a shroud;
It once had been among a big crowd;
Body cover;
Birds hover;
Now found floating in a nebulas cloud.
Jim Horn
Like melted snow in summer’s vase
she vanished without a single trace
Turned his whole life inside-out
that inconstant gadabout
Surely, he’d learned his lesson, our erstwhile Don Juan
vowed never again to fall for such a con…
Yet, when next he saw her
a handsome beaux on her arm
He discovered the lesson he’d learned was
~ he just couldn’t move on