The Skye Boat Song from Starz series, "Outlander", a book series written by,: Diana Gabalden
Find me a lad that will give me his hand
protect me with body and soul
Blood of my blood, bone of my bone
He vows in the Gailic of old
Here is my heart, here is my hand,
Here is my silver band
Love of my heart love of my soul
you're my lass and I am your man
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Form: Lyric
Light my way, O autumn skies.
Tough turbulence, roll, soul. Endeavor, smoky skies.
Wanton, golden bowl? Veer. Rapture, raptor hawk?
Gibbous frost, allure, dark moon.
Cloud castles, arrive through, vortexes. Nexus.
Crystal blue-hued gusts, blow.
Sunbeams, waterfalls, heaven's tumbleweeds.
Cluster up damp, urban life.
Troubled, vagabond?
Too late, frozen? Repent? Up!
Folly of summer, blaze high.
Strangers in a foreign land, stand.
Riddle, red. Dead? Inside? Pride!
Forever, eternally, always.
Chill month, outlander? Deeply.
Oracle, paint portraits in far stars. Read.
Blot out, eccentric mind. Oar? For? Lore...
O bleak ink ocean, splatter at will. Chill.
Weeping wolf, winter.
Nicker, mare, wicker, man, ichor. Box...
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Form: Suzette Prime
Street light blinks in timing,
winking at the seeker kind.
I am an outlander from another place another time.
Everyday signs, give arcane message,
a decrypted and privileged-
visage-bestowing-vestige.
The wind flirts in it's honor with his hair,
his cheeks rubbed like a genie's lamp
to summon magic there.
Life's golden one lit up by invisible stage light.
Magical beings to and from take their flight.
The crowning it will happen,
"I feel it in the air tonight."
I am the chosen one, sent to yet a new realm to en-kingdom.
Archons looking on to see his progress,
Watchers to record and by-stand and slip again between dimensional recess.
Mothership hovers to rendezvous with his highness.
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Form: Rhyme
Stars of Clarity
It's a mysterious nonmystery.
As I contemplate numberless
stars with the same mind
that counts out my correct change
at the checkout stand at the supermarket
I am baffled by the mathematical infinity,
An expanse of beauty I see
and yet I do not feel alone or distant.
There is something right on the outskirts
of the soul that suggests stars of clarity
and lets me know I am in some way more a beloved brother
than rejected outlander
to these living rotating masses of hydrogen and helium.
So glad you are here to hold my hand.
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Form: Free verse
Outlander center
An equal, mood firmness sneak
on the heartedness
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Form: Tanka
Stream-ing in the Time of Covid-19
we are in mandated private isolation
my preoccupied muse and I
even though I plead and threaten her
not a single poem will she try
she is silent and stubborn, my arrogant muse
refusing to allow my dormant poetry to bloom
I walk 100 meters each day begging as I pace
back and forth from my bed to the living room
there is no alternative in our seclusion but to stream
so many selections from which to choose
perhaps a courtroom drama or romantic comedy
I long ago gave up on understanding the news
streaming has become my chosen therapy
endless broadcasts distract me from my fears
Outlander, NCIS, Doc Martin, Star Trek Picard
I could continue streaming for years
wait…. words are whispering in my brain
my muse is awakening as if from a dream
she is ready to divulge her masterpiece
and she is using the prompt word…stream
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Form: Rhyme
Suspended with roses, a garter and courage.
Her wispy white costume blows in the breeze.
Silky vibrations as she sways her bodice —
the Rapunzel-princess of the swinging trapeze.
Brunette hair and outfit bound with pearls and lace.
High with Magellanic clouds, marvelous outlander of earth.
Slender fingers wrapped around the seraphic twine.
Daughter of the heavens, from the day a trouper gave birth.
One...two...three, the excitement sounds, the air surfeits
about like maddening faerie dust. The open sky burns
with eccentric flame - crowd applauding like cherry bombs.
The darling of the sky, entices every cent she earns.
This rapturous virgin makes love to the dawn.
Her stupendous feat goes on and on, drawing
in oohs and ahhs...the climax as her knees
hang vaingloriously from the seat, outlawing
the silver and gold wings that flutter about
outside the circus tent, as this beauty shines
upside-down like an albinotic bat, frenetically
stirring the breeze… waving from the vines.
7/29/2019
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Form: Rhyme