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The day drew near..........
Upon the wind,
so light and fair
Flowers falling through the air
The South Wind Prince,
came to Castle Heartstone
Wearing a crown..........
Shining like the sun
Gold and bright
The Prince, spreading the wind
Warm and light
The petals began to fall............
The measured walk to the Great Hall
The Crown, shining bright
The Summer Queen ensuring this day........
Warm and light
The petals play
The pennants flew,
a blaze of colour too
Such joy to behold,
in Castle Heartstone.......
The shining gold
For, The Kings were there.......
Queens too........
Upon the Royal Thrones
The Crowns, shone bright
The cloaks glittered..........
On this day of wedding light
The Prince entered the Great Hall..........
His hair, so fair
It glowed in the light.........
His Crown, bright........
To see the Princess..........
His heart did fall
For, the Princess was waiting serenely.....
At the end of the Great Hall
Her dress, shimmering ,
with flowers of every colour..........
Every hue
Her hair, plaited around a crown of gold........
She was beautiful too
The Prince joined her,
proud and tall
The Great Hall was filled with flower scent
Blew with a warm wind airy and light
The Heartstone on the North Wall
Shone bright..........
The Tapestries glowed........
For this was right.........
A union of wind light and flower bright
The Spring Queen and the Princess of Magic........
Created a new orchid...........
The Wind Flower........
This was brought to them in the hall,
for this was the hour..........
The orchids beauty could be seen by all
They were blessed by all,
who were in the Great Hall
The love, showed
The Heartstone glowed...........
The stained glass West Wall,
shone with all its might
The Tapestries illuminated the night
Starlight,
Flower bright,
Faerie glow,
Magic to show
The South Wind Prince,
carried the Flower Princess out of the Hall.......
On a wind so airy and a wind so light.......
The petals fall......
The Heartstone, bright
Off they went,
deep into the night
Castle Heartstone...........
Filled with joy and love
The Heartstone,shining above.......
You are never alone........
In the Great Hall...........
For the power is within us all
Form:
The day drew near..........
Upon the wind,
so light and fair
Flowers falling through the air
The South Wind Prince,
came to Castle Heartstone
Wearing a crown..........
Shining like the sun
Gold and bright
The Prince, spreading the wind
Warm and light
The petals began to fall............
The measured walk to the Great Hall
The Crown, shining bright
The Summer Queen ensuring this day........
Warm and light
The petals play
The pennants flew,
a blaze of colour too
Such joy to behold,
in Castle Heartstone.......
The shining gold
For, The Kings were there.......
Queens too........
Upon the Royal Thrones
The Crowns, shone bright
The cloaks glittered..........
On this day of wedding light
The Prince entered the Great Hall..........
His hair, so fair
It glowed in the light.........
His Crown, bright........
To see the Princess..........
His heart did fall
For, the Princess was waiting serenely.....
At the end of the Great Hall
Her dress, shimmering ,
with flowers of every colour..........
Every hue
Her hair, plaited around a crown of gold........
She was beautiful too
The Prince joined her,
proud and tall
The Great Hall was filled with flower scent
Blew with a warm wind airy and light
The Heartstone on the North Wall
Shone bright..........
The Tapestries glowed........
For this was right.........
A union of wind light and flower bright
The Spring Queen and the Princess of Magic........
Created a new orchid...........
The Wind Flower........
This was brought to them in the hall,
for this was the hour..........
The orchids beauty could be seen by all
They were blessed by all,
who were in the Great Hall
The love, showed
The Heartstone glowed...........
The stained glass West Wall,
shone with all its might
The Tapestries illuminated the night
Starlight,
Flower bright,
Faerie glow,
Magic to show
The South Wind Prince,
carried the Flower Princess out of the Hall.......
On a wind so airy and a wind so light.......
The petals fall......
The Heartstone, bright
Off they went,
deep into the night
Castle Heartstone...........
Filled with joy and love
The Heartstone,shining above.......
You are never alone........
In the Great Hall...........
For the power is within us all
Sappho Translations VIII by Michael R. Burch
Sappho, fragment 68
translation by Michael R. Burch
That was then, this is now!
In those days my maidenhead was in full bloom,
then you …
Sappho, fragment 135
translation by Michael R. Burch
Golden Persuasion, Aphrodite's daughter,
how you deceive mortals!
Sappho, fragment 88
translation by Michael R. Burch
Why, Procne,
delicate swallow, daughter of Pandion,
why do you weary me with tales of woe?
Sappho, fragment 15
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Cypris, may she find you a harsh mistress,
Doricha, the sl-t!
Put an end to her bragging,
nor let her boast that she fooled him twice,
my brother's embezzler!
Sappho, fragment 7
translation by Michael R. Burch
Doricha commands arrogantly,
like young men.
Sappho, fragment 148
translation by Michael R. Burch
A vagabond friendship,
a public blessing …
repent Rhodopis!
Sappho, fragment 138
translation by Michael R. Burch
The beautiful courtesan Rhodopis,
lies here entombed, more fair
than when she walked with white lilies
plaited in her dark hair,
but now she's as withered as they:
whose dust is more gray?
Sappho, fragment 5
translation by Michael R. Burch
Revered Nereids, divine sea-daughters, please grant that my brother may return unharmed,
his heart's desires all fulfilled,
and may he show his sister more honor than in his indifferent past …
But you, O august Kypris, please keep him from unbearable dooms!
Sappho, fragment 95
translation by Michael R. Burch
Lord Hermes, you guide spirits to their final destination.
Now guide me, for I am despondent and wish only to die,
to see the lotus-lined shores of Acheron.
Sappho, fragment 150
translation by Michael R. Burch
1.
Cleis, daughter, don't cry!
Mourning is unbecoming a poet's household.
2.
For those who serve the Muses,
mourning is unbecoming.
Sappho, fragment 56
translation by Michael R. Burch
Erinna, will any woman
born under the sun
ever match your art?
Sappho, fragment 135
translation by Michael R. Burch
Erinna, why does darkwinged Procne, King Pandion's daughter, beckon?
Keywords/Tags: Erinna, Procne, brother, sister, daughter,
Murmur no things
or strings of sounds...
Could not care less
more-ish whispers
were Wicked
Whips of Words-
Weighted.
Tongue- lashing sharp
fork- tine Torture.
Cat-0-nine-one-one-tales...
Thirty-nine...
Forty-less-one
thrashing...
thrashing...
Thrashing...!
P
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b
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Cut, then
Spliced
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aught - 0 - matic -ally
u
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s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d and s-t-r-u-n-g out
taut ~O~ill~O~gee~call
sayings S-P-L-A-Y-E-D out.
Taught NO one
any thing
new
Knew hear-say-
Say! Did you hear THAT???
(Did YOU know...?)
? :-0 ? :-o ? :-0 ?
Oh Oh...
Tongues plaited and tied
Gutless intentions
Implied
Allied...
Bound between mongers
pitted
unpitying
Pitbulls against distraught,
double-bind on-slaughter
pale-faced pugilism
mimics
Mummery and mimed thoughts
~acted~out~
played O-U-T
OUCH!
Bought into
Hearts wrung out
bloodless
Bloody hands wringing
in Delight-
Delighted!
de-lighted...
Delight-Full?
Murmur nothing
need less>>>>>>
Need less to say
" it" @ All.
Hot of the press,
hot air blows
seeds of doubts
s-OW-n n-OW!
Profuse Grrrrr- OW-th
Hot-head heed-less
not Grrrrr- OW-n up.
Groans are unmouthed
sounds
sown shut :-
No more hurt
Feelings
Hidden
Humiliation's humus
Not humorous.
Hideous "justice"
bids
Blurts be bought
at a price-
Caught out
Pulled-up-Pule
short-circuits
short-changed
~my~O~my
~chained~
~thrashing~it~out.
thrashed...thrashed....Thrashed!
within an inch
~~ ~~~'~ ~~~~...
nihil -is-tic
parsitic
Tick-Tacky-Town
Game of noughts.
Game of cross thoughts..x-O
Game's off-
Colour two- tone
Voice
Not "giving lip"-
Zipped~~~
:-O gains nil
By Mouth.
:- naught -:
nada
null
X
void
O
14-07-2017~Aqua Marine.
my beauty is the talk of the town, the envy of all the
town’s women. it must be so because every time i walk
down the streets, i see the women steal glances at me
and begin to whisper amongst themselves in the way
that lets you know you are the subject of the discussion.
The men look, look away, look again, and look away again
with guilt etched on their faces. They know that they should
not look so closely at another man’s wife, but they are powerless
to stop themselves.
My skin, the color of cream stained with a little chocolate,
glows and tempts lookers to feel it’s soft smoothness. My
hair falls to my neck in beautiful plaited rows. My rounded
hips fan out and roll from side to side as i walk, daring
lookers to challenge my femininity.
The thing that stands out about me the most though isn’t
any of my natural qualities. It is made by man. My man, my husband.
He makes sure that I am always made up, my eyes carrying the
color of his mood. Some days black, other days blue, and
every now and again purple.
Two weeks ago, I spilled some of his beloved beer while
serving his evening meal. This sent him into a mood, and he
painted my right eye blue. It was my fault of course.
A week ago, the mood had been black when his employers
had delayed the payment of his salary. He of course expressed
this on my left eye, leaving it a beautiful shade of black. Again
it was my fault, I should have been more understanding when
he demanded that food be brought from our empty kitchen.
I should have asked the neighbors for some.
When I am careful, and considerate, and patient, he lets
me wear brown on my eyes. My natural, glowing chocolate-cream
brown. I’m spotting a blue-black pair of eyes today, but I’m
hopeful that soon I will master the virtues of a good wife and
then maybe, just maybe I’ll be allowed to wear the chocolate-cream
brown, But until then I will continue to walk around the town
drawing the stares of the town folks, a black eyed beauty.
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Form:
Who is he who skips the mountains crest
and in the forest takes his play
who wanders flowering meadows blest
and paints her majestic peaks by day
Who roars like a bear emerging from his den
rises from the sun rays shadow
and walks within the misty glen
He casts his pigment panegyric to adorn
to the art of beauty has his soul he's sworn
Plaited music to the rising hills
and lack of virtue does lament
insinuates the want of justice
in images our minds can print
He bubbles forth like fountains
which escapes the rocky cleft
one cannot ignore his passings
without him our cores bereft
Thought frightening his acquired skills
he's hidden his gems within
so blinding is his casing
the breadth of imagination there begin
Who is he who opens his hands
to show the colors of his world
whose arms are the strength of captains
where the banners lay unfurled
So casts his umbra like a rainbows wake
through the veil of his heart does life partake
And madden hearts of maidens
blazed the trails of his quest
in rich diversity is he laden
what is his name , have you guessed
Some have named him legend
and to his core he's prime
he's entertained the multitudes
deep is the well of captured mind
I put forth the question
where can his like be found
his grace upon inspection
and in it's wax be drown
The edges of his borders
are not yet mapped and plain
for he has concealed traits
he has buried deep within
He seems not to understand
the skills he's left untapped
another side that's left alone
within it's fear is capped
So in my words I've framed him
a lesser picture of his soul
I counted him among the men
where womens hearts have been made whole
Whilst I realize this is one of those short
diversions from what I usually write
while I know he does not see himself
this way many do.......but this is how
I see him
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
the influences of days gone by
we refferred to her as an Old Woman
she was only 26 but she used
the way someone else to
express her concern
him he didn't learn much because
he refused to understand those
teaching due to
what she needed
to take with heroic greatness
perhaps as farewell when
or welcome then which
of your needs might I cater to
than in the spirit of the times
do we fall off the cart
or load it according to the specifics
of it's size
should he have studied Sobeuses teachings
now those days are the father of his history
and the mother of mentions
she wished what she heard would have been
dramatic conversation
than she would be allowed to use those words
she and her sister had learned from
Morelovee
Moody they spoke of the
endifferances they encountered
those who wished to be loved
could speak beneath skies
they could sing with a harmony
that suited all involved
those who knew the
song had little problem
with the lyrics
those who refused o study struggled
and their pay reflected their lack
of concern for their group efford
Angry she made those in her space to leave
their she'd soak in her madness
and shame
she cut brier branches from
the woods
and plaited them and wrapped and tacked
them around her walking stick
she dared anyone to say something
of the night before
or the evening that made this
situation so.
Euriffilia Guilder Tripp III
makes mention of Luna-sweets:
the classic song written by
Brittez and Drawez:
and the madness of those
who refused to rehearse
their lines.There performance
reflects the way they
think of my art.
such must be reflected in their pay.
those who's performance
were outstanding were
rewarded for their
performance.
[Continued from Part Three]
Thereupon the elder gave them all a single cart.
It was tall and broad with gems adorning every part
and had bells on all four corners plus a balustrade
surrounding, with a hanging awning offering shade.
Valuable jewels, that were fastened with a cord
made of costly fibers, and the trimmings they adored
embellished every inch that their dazzled eyes explored…
How their faces now lit up at such a rare reward!
Also there were many flower garlands suspended
with a plaited ribbon on the top that extended
all around the border to make it look more splendid…
Oh, the awesome marvels of this cart never ended!
It was fitted well with vermillion-colored pillows;
satin fabrics, silk brocades streamed about in billows,
soft the carpets on the floor with which it was furnished;
brightly shone the vehicle, radiantly burnished.
To pull the cart there was a huge white ox, extra strong,
perfectly-proportioned for a journey very long.
In form it was superb; it had impeccable hide.
And with regular hoof-steps to match its steady stride
the ox could go as fast as the wind on any ride.
Yes, this powerful cart was the elder’s joy and pride.
There were numerous guards, furthermore, for protection,
attendants, squires, retainers— quite a big collection.
The children climbed in, overjoyed at the selection
of the man, for this cart suited them to perfection.
Equally, it satisfied all their predilections.
So, at once they drove off into the four directions,
absolutely happy and enchanted without bound
at the unrestricted freedom which they now had found.
[Continued in Part Five]
~ Harley White
how beautiful is your beloved,
the one adored of your heart,
when she has returned from the meadow!
my beloved, my darling,
my heart longs to you love
for that is all that you created!
I say to you:
See what happened!
I came ready to trap birds,
snare in one hand,
my cage in the other
together with my mat.
all the birds of the land Punt
have descended on Kemet,
anointed with myrrh.
the first to come takes my bait.
its fragrance comes from Punt,
its claws full of balm.
my heart desires you
let us release it together
I am with you, I alone,
to let you hear the sound of my call,
for my lovely myrrh-anointed one.
My god, my lotus
The north wind blows
How pleasant it is to go to the river.
My heart longs to go down to bathe before you,
that I may show you my beauty in a tunic
of the finest royal linen,
drenched in fragrant oils,
my hair plaited in reeds.
I'd go down to the water with you,
and come out to you carrying a red fish,
which feels just right in my fingers.
I'd set it before you, while gazing at your beauty.
O my hero, my beloved, come and see me!
am I not here with you?
then why have you set your heart to leave?
why don't you embrace me?
has my deed come back upon me?
if you seek to caress my thighs
is it because you are thinking of food
that you would go away?
or because you are a slave to your belly?
is it because you care about clothes?
well, I have a bedsheet!
is it because you are hungry
that you would leave?
then take my breasts
that their gift may flow forth to you.
better a day in the embrace of my beloved
than thousands on thousands anywhere else!
Written: January 19, 2024
______________________________________
Love swells as a glossy plum
Love is a heavenly amethyst duet
Lambent love, a luscious lake of lulls,
Love is the genesis
of all creation sequined,
fulcrum fern,
of our symbiotic existence
Love is an alchemy
of cosmic serenades,
a strange spin sway
as a heart craves blood
even falling from a cliff
or drowning in a precipice
with love is delicious
It's vibrant-hued, bashful,
nurturing, as passion fruit
It's addiction—intoxication
uproots and shakes our roots,
It burns akin to embers
and molds you into a poet
you gladly and willingly bow
to its magical might.
Flames are blazing;
let the incense flow!
after resins hiss and vanishes
we cling to clouds,
where vapors fall and merge
whilst intense wish
and lovely yearning mingle
to light up the candles!
let slopes shine!
as hallowed naves, smells linger,
silently, we divine hand in hand
many melodies combine waves
there is no soft breath!
in choruses such as this
pure down ruins harmonies,
curls created by art and deceit
cast extra seeds into a brazier
amidst the silver flood,
senses may be able to discern
lovely, clever, drained woman.
Tent sky sapphire satin tracks
with gold moon and star icons
and set on an edge socket
topaz and malachite jars
nickel ball on a triple string
light dims our vibrant traits,
not to forget myrtle sprays!
drought will bestow prophecy
we listen on plaited hair mats.
before hospodar—known gestures,
I'm starting to grasp magic
of my early days as king.
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