Under a wooden cobbled roof,
In the somber yard out back,
The full moonrise, misted in grey,
Legend memories flood of the ancient,
Of a knight long passed away.
A king of lineage noble,
That's whispered of through time,
And rooted in a legend,
faded warrior, of this rhyme.
Le Roi where is your palace now?
Le Roi, du chateau?
I pray you dwell in heaven,
And the True King walks with you.
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Aridisol
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Human emotion
the exploration of
a
the underlain
topsoils of
clayey deposits
a camera merley captures it's sight
loamy the interconnectedness
beneath our feet
perfection in human sight
the depths of the alluvial outwash
pretty in every measure
quarts agate and gems
the treasures of a cobbled assortment
the perfections I marveled at the
crown jewel of the bunch
meditating on the dirt beneath our feet
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Uhm, uh, ooh, auh, ooh
and Mmmmm,auh,ooh!
her sandles were full of clay and sand
she sat to enjoy agave edible flowers and stalks
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Love is where orchids dream and roses bloom
offered to the soul
where lover's tongues speak
and moist eyes hold tender whispers
where breath is shared
the universe is folded small around a graceful embrace
of our emotional melody
We cross the heart's bridge as wandering sparrows
looking down on the stream that carries our reflections
toward the horizon
lifted by golden wings of enchantment
into a misty realm
inviting our hearts to a banquet of peaceful fantasies
We drift on wishes of our desires
our senses filled with fragrant perfume
as we dance through the flowers bloom
spinning and spinning
along a cobbled path beneath a night sky
where small lighted candles glow
in our open palms
their glow shines upon our faces
shadows of wonder are captured in the light
as our hearts melt like the candles we hold
summoned by a siren's song calling our names
drawing us closer to forever
It was created hundreds of years ago
although not on any map, yet not all know
of this pristine and unsoiled vivid venue
in spectral hues of fuchsia and raspberry art,
with compliments of evergreen, ever seen
under a dramatic sky of coral pink, sinks the heart
above, a celestial choir of sparkling stars
below, the steps of cobbled stone that steer
A generous garden filled with philodendron,
sewn are seeds grown in faculties of pure illume
wild floral essence sings sublime symphonies
No thorns that prick, no petals torn with pain,
they spark blissful emotions in her soulful eyes
She is in her seventh heaven, magenta fields,
moonlight conquers soulless shadows,
tepid air crystal calm is ever clear
tortious tears never flow as a sign of nobility
nor the elements be manipulated
Storms linger still, their spiral peaceful
where there are no scars, symbols of survival
from sins felt deeply by her descendants
nor nothing to conform against her will
yet not vulnerable, not evermore
For every June she visits the garden of Gemini
she is over the moon, in her forevermore
The head learns new things, but the heart forever practices old experiences. - Henry Ward Beeecher.
He was madly in love with her.
Forevermore was a real promise,
It was not for a few days
But rather forever and forevermore.
They met one Saturday morn.
She was sitting on a bench
In front of one of several cottages.
She adored the shade.
All around a wisteria climbed the walls
Purple flowers adorned the site.
“Don’t touch the seeds or pods, my friend.”
He advised the beauty sitting in the shade.
“Wisteria can cause irritation.”
They soon became acquainted
And went for walks across the cobbled paths.
They picked wild flowers and held hands.
After work, they always met
For a tasty dinner in the Wisteria Cottage.
It was a habit they acquired forevermore.
Soon it was wedding bells for them.
They vowed love, hope, and patience forevermore.
Placed 1
I am
the password you created
in a moment of delusional confidence,
the one you swore you’d never forget
and immediately did.
I am
the self-appointed sentinel of your sanity,
a smug little gremlin
gleefully watching you guess wrong
with theatrical disappointment.
I am
the reason your coffee gets cold,
the cause of your clenched jaw,
the villain in your otherwise peaceful morning.
I am
the cryptic code you cobbled in haste
strewn with symbols you cannot recall
crowned with capital letters
and numbered hints that once made sense
now mercilessly mocking you
from the digital void.
I am
the digital deity
who denies you entry
with a single icy phrase:
“Incorrect. Try again.”
And when you finally crack me
sweaty, triumphant, trembling~
I will rise once more and decree,
with all the arrogance of a tiny tyrant:
“Your password has expired.
Create a new one.”
I am
the password you created
in a moment of delusional confidence,
the one you swore you’d never forget
and immediately did.
I am
the self-appointed sentinel of your sanity,
a smug little gremlin
gleefully watching you guess wrong
with theatrical disappointment.
I am
the reason your coffee gets cold,
the cause of your clenched jaw,
the villain in your otherwise peaceful morning.
I am
the cryptic code you cobbled in haste
strewn with symbols you cannot recall
crowned with capital letters
and numbered hints that once made sense
now mercilessly mocking you
from the digital void.
I am
the digital deity
who denies you entry
with a single icy phrase:
“Incorrect. Try again.”
And when you finally crack me
sweaty, triumphant, trembling~
I will rise once more and decree,
with all the arrogance of a tiny tyrant:
“Your password has expired.
Create a new one.”
Upwards is his destination
Lost is his designation
No call from Stars above
No message of half-hearted love
Green reconnects with Red to combine
As our Smith relaxes his invisible spine
His journey so far has been to hone and refine
It is all he can muster, so far out of line
No matter his blindness, he saunters past
The Fire's Cot, mid-molten blast
Making Names wander, til' the Bellows blow
Up stairways, they travel, where our Smith now goes
Steep and coarse, the walkway is cobbled
Thrown together, stone and metal were knobbled
Though our Smith travels slowly with a slippery crawl
He soon gains some confidence, and takes steps, small
Almost like a snail with it's juice left behind
Our Smith leaves a trail a hunter could find
Green and Red splotches on a watery rind
Moving unbothered by secrets enshrined
He shivers and coils to the top of this 'case
Wriggling his body to scream from his face
"CaN i PlEaSe ReTuRn To ThE BoSs' GrAcE?!
i KnOw I'm NoT aLoNe In ThIs SpAcE!"
The steps begin to brightly glow
A clear departure from ash and shadow
The metal grey shifts to a sharpened Pink
"A fallen Smith is a missing Link."
Old fashioned memories of Christmas eve
wrap up her heart with twinkling fairy-lights
Hot sugar-plum trickles its sweetness from Winters gone
Cold waltzing winds invite wild fire to warm the hallway
till the last ember from maple logs fades soft and slowly within her soul.
A cup of joy from season's song fills up each thought with yester's vision
when silver tinsel sparkled the night and voices hummed in graceful cheer.
When melting icicles glistened in his eyes as virgin snowflakes veiled her brown hair.
Incadescent hues in cobbled alleys welcome December
with blue spruce pine cones and wholly wreaths
Comforting scents of cedar wood and vigil lanterns
light up the Grotto and winding streets.
Another year,her eyes sat on a silent star which stands upon the verdant tree
Which knows a wish,which hears each sigh,yet fails to sprinkle serenity.
The perching robin has left its nest,leaving its scarlet upon her chest
Smouldering ash is what remains and lurking frost on window-panes.
Neath the lone mistletoe by candle bliss, Upon her brow His withered kiss.
He walked along the cobbled streets,
a terrible freezing gloaming, frosted air.
Snow crystal upon snow crystal
dampen the arctic gelidity:
his head was chilled, his teeth chattered
and frostbite raked his fingertips.
He turned, shuffling into a side street.
Fear clutched his heart, but he felt valiant
and entered boldly her heated abode.
She waited for him, slouching on her sofa.
He was quick to notice her stern face,
a contrast to her gentle eyes,
that shone like the silvery stars.
Could he detect some pathos there?
Uncertain, he knew how unpredictable she was.
A stunning figure on show for him.
He pleaded:
“Shield me from the freezing night.”
Her cat-like smile formed on her ruby lips.
“Am I that unwelcome, my sweet?
Grant me a few moments of bliss.
just one ruddy, wanton, lingering kiss,
Then I'll be off and leave you in peace,
the peace I shall never find.”
It was not to be—the finality of love.
The air outside was colder still.
His life would be melancholy forevermore.
He bought a steel building
Someone told him to use
Ancient technology to create
A pro founded dwelling
He bought. the building
he decided a rammed earth center
wall would complete the design
Where the garage door is a cobbled
Wall would installate us that in most
Wintered seasons we are due the
Coldness that winter owed
He drilled holes
And installed rebar
And use cobb to create thick walls
Interioral to buffer the coldest season
The Ancients, the Ancients he
Taught and preached to benifet the
Extremes of the seasons
Both ancient and modern
Cause it ain't she-it and my darn
There is chill to ward-way
To winters cold to spay
Might we benifet for natures negagence
And the thermal mass to ease
and not make task
Oh the Ancients he spoke
to be taken serious and be a joke
that man and family should prosper
And benifet not to chore ah-rah-la-ah
The Ancients both modern and sound
Techs broad and ah bound
Cheapest to material these mortals sound
Oh the Ancients!
Beyond two tiny
unhinged-gates,
a cobbled path
paves eerie tones.
It guides one through
its labyrinth maze--
of toppled-over
defaced stones.
The specters grace
the weepin' trees,
with prayers--so they too
can rest in peace.
For what lies below
its caved-in slabs--
with wicked weeds
that pricks then stab.
Ghosts' jewelrys, mostly those
of golden round, within each pile
of shredded clothes--attached to
dusty scattered-bones are found.
When longings and reveries are captured
in moments of fantasy
As you gaze into a starry night
dreaming of crimson Knights and Castles
Wishing to be saved from the flames of dragons
and seeking visions of a lover with noble blood
Walking with you through a castle's keep
towards a garden of beauty
Where a rose is plucked and placed in your hand
as a treasured gift of romantic yearnings
Allowing your heart to drift away on clouds
into the heavens
As you are carried in the arms of a Knight
through the halls of the castle
where torches shine on the cobbled stones
to light the way to love's embracing call
These are the dreamings of your heart
and the romantic pagentry of your soul
Slithering and Creeping Along the Moonlit Path
Where Dark Desires Permeates the Hidden Caverns of My Heart
An Enchanted Road, A Supplicant Ritualist Journey
Beyond the Seas of Perpetual Agony
Confronting Sinister Vices In the Canyon of Piteous Wails
Seeking The Crossroads of Equilibrium Where Virtue Prevails
This Path Navigates the Depths of My Soul Harbor
Abode to My Grotesque Daemons Balanced by Angels of Blissful Splendor
Goddess Luna, Witness to Submission and Surrender
Mystical Luminary With Her Reflective Glow
Reveals the Doorway Pillars of Emerald and Gold, Arch of Ivy Hanging Low
Precept by Precept Steps on the Battened Cobbled Stone Road
Paved with Desire, Despair and Hope Inward Pilgrimage To the Moon Sage's Abode
For I Am a Wanderer of The Dark Night, Purposely Endowed
Untangling Threads to Complete My Soul's Contract I Vowed!
Hecate Whispers Songs My Shadows Sing
Of Liberation, Perfection, Growth and Healing.
I stood on edge of stream
crystal clear and cobbled,
with stones jagged and rough,
smooth flat and rounded.
How could this rumbled jumble
or rocks and gravel have got there?
Which stone was tossed and thrown?
Which was skipped there by tiny hands
trying for eight skips or more?
Which was placed strategically in
a row of stepping stones for dry-feet
to cross the stream to the other side?
Which stones slid and bounced there,
from way upstream, carried by
the last raging snow-melt torrent?
My path through life has similar
ups and downs, with slips and slides,
rocks and gravel, all rumbled
and jumbled together.
With the legacies of the ways I've found to
skip, step and slide,
to reach my milestones in the
sinuous stream of life,
riddled with scattered stones.
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