Long Shouldst Poems

Of Ghosts and fiends in Twilight, Cont.


A thought flashed in my mind from the old tales told
The lore of the beast and I had felt his foul breath
I had seconds to act or be devoured...

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The shepherd stood on the field, frail,
He knew not what to do when and why,
As the wrathful sun did steep down,
The confused chap followed his humble sheep.
Then one man neared and asked his name,
He gasped...

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Time is like a shadow bright
 It fades and never can requite
 A lip, a shade, a palest kiss 
The sorrow that my heart did wish
 Clasped upon the rose and chain
 When fate cannot...

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Virtue, thou art old wine of vague value
Admired even by vintners nary more,
Nor by the adherents taking time’s cue,
Ye decorate archaic ancient lore.

Watch new high-fliers that surface from shores—
Go-getters getting tonnes in rare offers,
Tiger stripes,...

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Yspirfal across the sky
Awake now with a loving light
For I have summoned thee with song
And I have shaped thee to belong
In facets of eternal night
Where alor hath made the dim seem bright
Hyspirfael there beams a...

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this is an enclosed rhyme
these next two sentences
enclosed as in parenthesis
with the first and fourth line

The rhyming sequence must conform to A,B.B.A, any other format then it is not an enclosed rhyme in the true...

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*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.

Tale of the Forgiving Betold

Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer 
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.

Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust faileth...

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*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.

Tale of a Forgiving Challenge

Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer 
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.

Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust failed...

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Let me not play tuneless in today's time,
Some purists sure get praised as Gandhian,
Yet, crass nevertheless is no more crime,
Old values are hailed may be in heaven.

Whilst weighing values for the weathered time,
Let's mull on...

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Chaucer wrote, "... thy tongue shouldst thou restrain."
There is truth in his words for a vile one can cause pain.
A sword unsheathed from its scabbard can pierce a heart.
In like manner, a wicked tongue can...

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Windhoek, 2000

Nabucodonosor! thou shouldst be living at this epoch:
Namibia hath desire of thee: she is a quagmire
Of quiet rainwaters: slab, blade, and cage,
Inglenook, the courageous fortune of manor and retreat,
Have sacrificed their primeval culture talent.

But...

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A season and the shadows run
To all the seasons left undone
One season and the shadows find
To every season left behind
But then I find in summers wake
The season that the season makes
Just like a shadow might...

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Within thou secret heart I dared to peek,
but entry to thee twas not meant to be.
Searching for answers that doth I do seek
No avail, thy heart locked and I no key.

I'd oft pondered what in...

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O Lady, let us not tarry
Be thou the rose to spread nights’ glee.
Away from jousts, your pearls shalt shine,
Spring’s boughs hath me in love, entwined!

Knight’s offer then, I giveth fine life
Through long winter, the heart...

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do not rejoice o’er her tho’ she lieth down 
she still lives on: she still speaks to our clan
as long as moon or star or sun does in an 
untiring journey like an old minstrel...

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Dear Sire, minstrel and poet oh most dear 
prithee doth tell whilst thou with quill adore 
thine art of rarest breed, mine heart doth peer 
whereon I do beseech thee write me more 

of yesterday's...

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Gone are my days of glory and grandeur,
Cast are my shadows o'th' shackles of life.
Never did I suffer from loss of vigour
With a lesson of mind's wonderful strife.

But methinks i'th' hour of pain thou shouldst...

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"Amazing love! How can it be
that thou, my God, shouldst die for me?"
	-From the hymn "And can it be that I should gain?" by Charles Wesley



Woe is me! The greatest sinner,
My sins killed my Saviour,
By...

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"For certain is death for the born
and certain is birth for the dead;
therefore over the inevitable
thou shouldst not grieve."

Bhagavad Gita, (Gita, Chap 2, Sec. 27)


So
why
do I
come to you
with these roses
to lay on your stone cold...

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Is it a poet in making?
Or I have gone astray…!
O my Lord in the heavens 
Then You shouldst pardon me 
For Him, Your beloved prophet.
See! He is accompanying his widow-mother 
To her husband’s grave…
A pious...

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