A queen's quest for Ligure
rubbed off her feminine figure,
her pages of pure pericope
was marred with daring dope.
The fallen trees, tempting, trivial;
dull cloud at a clear quadrivial,
not a dream yet wierd and
mystical,
made a royal race illogical.
Unbelievable, the skies told her
lies,
an empty reservior, her sour
suprise.
@26th July, 2013
Categories:
ligure, abuse, addiction,
Form: Alliteration
A reservoir of talents,
And brimming quadrivial excellence,
Is unbelievably my bride.
On one mystical morning,
Priest studded with ligure,
Reads pericope on my wedding!!
Written on 25/07/13
Categories:
ligure, marriage
Form: Triolet
DARK KISS
His reservoir of confidence was dry
Her lingering kiss had tasted darker than her eye
In unbelief he sought the mystic moon now full--
Bereft he broached the ancient quadrivial
Clutching tight his mother’s smooth ligure
Canting low the precious periscope --with heart pure
He fought the spread of blackness in his soul.
Victoria Anderson-Throop
7/24/2013
Categories:
ligure, betrayal, evil,
Form: Couplet
Take this calabash
And this pot ash
Overflowing with oil.
Read the pericopes
On the scroll
Bond in tiny ropes
At the quadrivial
Take them not trivial.
Here is this ligure
With it draw a unicorn figure,
Mystical creatures will
By your pass...Stay still
And let not your eyes
Unbelievable wear.
In your robe's reservoir
Is the dark mirror
Your guardian eyes
Into a new magical ardour.
23/07/2013
Categories:
ligure, art,
Form: Rhyme
While adrift upon a reservoir
I gazed upon a pericope
I realize that the unbelievable
Was as mystical as a ligure
And gave my soul at the quadrivial
For a moment in eternity
7/22/2013
Categories:
ligure, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
I find it unbelievable,
Perhaps a little mystical
That Oxford and Webster are perplexed.
Their lack of info leaves me vexed.
Their reservoir of words is vast.
They've never failed me in the past.
Ligure simply is not in there.
Nor does quadrivial appear.
I know it's multiplied by four,
But neither tells me any more.
If f I had taken chemistry,
All of these might be clear to me.
I thought an instrument at sea,
A pericope would prove to be.
It's defined as short words of verse.
I've written them, some bad, some worse.
Written 7/17/18
Categories:
ligure, confusion,
Form: Couplet
Through a mystical desert he rides
His horse's nostrils breath fire
This is the land of the damned
The sun beats down mercilessly
Yet the rider remains strong
Drawing on ancient reservoirs
A strength beyond his own
Evil has fled to this desolate place
The land of demons
Regaining it's strength
Together they gather
Yet they are alone
Powerless to fight the rider
In his hand a two edged sword
A breast plate
Ligure prominently displayed
Glowing leading his way
A pericope ripped from the fabric of the Devine
Each word will be fulfilled
Evil thrived
Now it will be killed
A lake of sulphur
The Devil's time expired
The rider rides
The desert revived
A new earth is formed
The King is King
In the heavens Angels sing
Tears washed away
Springs gush from the ground
Flowers abound
New Jerusalem
Quadrivial
Four winds meet at central point
All his children gather there
Armageddon
The end of history
The revealing of all
Mysteries
The mystical
He reveals
And we sigh
Justice
Victory
The Devil falls
July 17, 2013
Any Subject contest
Sponsored by Shadow
Categories:
ligure, analogy, earth, spoken word,
Form: Free verse
Alabaster Dreams
Sitting to pen a message dipping her quill
Into the well housing a special perfumed ink
She chose a personal periscope from her diary
My darling Memories of you heat my being to a blush
I dream of your presence once again as your lips
Touch mine filling my reservoir of passion with a kiss
I melt looking into your unbelievable chiseled face
As if, a master carved it from a precious ligure of old
Make haste my love from where you are this day
Leap onto one of the quadrivial paths leading
To the mystical hill upon which I sit waiting
For sounds of hoofs entering the garden gates
For I cannot dream forever
Carole Cookie Arnold
07/14/2013
Shadow Hamilton’s contest
Any Subject
Categories:
ligure, romance,
Form: Free verse
I slither through the deep forest
across a mystical scene collecting remains
from last evening’s venture : a shiny ligure,
china teapot, faded locket, and scraps
of letters on a trail of past impressions.
By now, periscope of dawn’s glitter
enlarges its serene movements
as light’s thick veil blinds my vision
on a quadrivial of glossed field ,encircling
my reality fragile and calm amidst balmy scent
of air entering my veins in gradual awareness.
In that clasp of silence purely unbelievable
reservoir of breath refills tired bosoms;
and the forest stands still in its auburn robe
waiting for clouds to form pathways
before the sun returns me back home.
Any Subject Contest of Shadow Hamilton
by nette onclaud
11 jul 2013
Categories:
ligure, life, peace,
Form: Free verse
It is unbeliveable how many pericopes
people do not know.
In your mind there is a reservoir of knowlege untapped.
Its not like this stuff is mystical or anything!!
When you reach the quadrivial of what you know.
You may find that its not worth
much more than a ligure.
When finding your weltanschauung
You may be fastidious at times,
But in your cockaigne
jubulince will reign supreme.
All anyone ever needs is self-identification.
Or a dictionary.
Categories:
ligure, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Standing at a quadrivial on a wooded road,
knowing that each led to a mystical, ethereal place,
the lushness of the forest inspirational and incredible,
I opt for a footpath leading to a shady grove.
Far from the clamorous, chaotic world ever beating,
and beneath a weeping willow tree I find my solitude,
O, how unbelievable the bird songs each a ligure, a gem,
the forest a harmonious moan echoing my aloneness.
I behold the scented flowers unfolding and unfurling,
the murmur of a meandering stream not that far away,
while filigree clouds drift above a dark green canopy,
and in my mind is held a reservoir of words.
Closing eyes, I listen, I listen, then take up my pen,
and I write, I write, I write the lazy, beautiful day away,
that I may offer you a fleeting, momentary pericope,
of my words this summer day . . .
__________________
July 9, 2013
Poetry/Narrative/O, The Solitude
Copyright Protected, ID 107-491-409-09
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Categories:
ligure, nature, words,
Form: Narrative
My mind took the unbelievable journey
To the reservoir of life
Taking in the mystical memory
Of the time I walked from strife
Remembering the quadrivial
not sure which track I must avoid
Til i heard the distant voices
Chanting a pericope in the wind
It was then that I saw it
Lying on the earth
A ligure shining but not brightly
Not showing its worth.
Using the words, : unbelievable, mystical, pericope, ligure, reservoir, quadrivial
Penned 9 July 2013
Categories:
ligure, life, memory,
Form: Rhyme