Painting on the easel,
The things we do apparently aren’t right.
The taste of bitter sweetness and the smell of diesel,
They say my last name sounds mediaeval,
Well,
Alright.
I see the world through the goggles of a pessimist,
We might be feeble.
The winds whirled and caught my kite,
Release my grip and forgo retrieval.
What’s mine isn’t mine by right,
It’s just how we see it through,
I’m talking about life.
About my life,
The pain we’re free to view as truly painful.
Poetry and that feeling to write,
Writing truly shouldn’t feel this shameful.
A dutiful soldier who finds poetry too graceful,
A stoic paladin whose words ride alongside my brother,
The Sky.
An angelic family tie.
My brothers laugh travels on by,
A Paladin’s poetry needn’t make you cry.
In a corner of the mind remembered
by everyone,
when it happens, keeping time,
with deja vuic depths
of the trace- of bottom lines.
Silver tune beams shall appear,
emanating from the celestial cry.
Breathing life into the silvent depths within,
"Omnipicrore Asphere Oblen Eye."
Awakening emotions, where love has been,
river dry.
Verses will ignite the spark within,
let the echoes of passion in,
whip a certain whirl of spin from third eye.
Righteousness's Palladin
in hymn-potent growl,
ancient gutteral language of the heart, upright,
leaves an indelible mark,
a lasting art of form against any doubt.
Why it's been called from throughout, to fight.
Power cascades, a river of yester tide,
in its wake,
strength shall forever agile sublime-be, the abide.
Hope, risen from ashes aflame,
will faith as our guide, we'll never be tamed.
In jaspered tighs and lender touch,
Lies the alchemy of love, deep and doeth much.
Let the verses dance upon your tongue,
avow aniie.
Unveiling emotions with every armored rung, alight,
till eternity is shared and justice has been done.
Lets ride.
Paladin of Light
Shine and Fight
Heart at Altar
You Never Falter
Warrior of a Darker Day
You Humble Yourself, Fast, Pray
Your Sword, Ready to Swing
Standing Guard, Awaiting Your King.
You Keep To Yourself, Mind of Clarity,
To Your Loyalty and Strength, No Parity
Keen Sense of Truth, but Still Flawed,
Without Disobedience, You Never Doubt Your God
Paladin
I thought dragons
are but a fairy tale
saving tattered butterflies
broken and frail.
He sheltered her
from harm
breathing love
and kept her warm.
She may not be
the butterfly of his past
but she knows
she will be his last.
(C)2017 Maricris Cabrera
A small man with strong muscles stands on top of a training mound. He was raised a farmer's son and toiled most days from sun up to sun down in the fields of Azeroth. He was called upon to bring glory back to the land by defending the weak and saving the righteous. His family was slaughtered in the battle for West Fall and he was left for dead. His will to survive and his will to up hold honor and defend the helpless has brought him here to learn. This young man will have many perils and risk life everyday to defend his people. This is the story of the young paladin named Pid and his adventures in the land of Eastern Kingdoms and beyond.....
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PALADIN
Expert but understated taciturn lone hero
Sherlock Holmes fiddling with a violin solo
Then James Bond then Richard Boone
Then Terminator and Bruce Lee (died too soon)
But today’s hero is the computer guy
Who can fix your machine easy as pie.
Unspeaking, he arrives in casual jeans, with pliers
Small screwdrivers and a pocketful of wires.
Wants no chit chat, just fiddles with motherboard
And such for a half hour without a word.
Then he disappears in a white van -
Say. . . who was that silent man?
Your problem he can unravel :
Have mouse will travel.
Enter Contest
Sponsored by: Michael J. Falotico
Paladin, have gun would travel,
The wrongs he’d sort, to unravel,
Fortunes soldier, no armour for him,
Didn’t need the judges gavel,
just a colt .45 and a grin
Where would he roam ,
In the back country alone,
Sleeping by the fire he did own,
Sleeping on his saddle.
Rattlesnake for brekky, soon,
Toasted on the fire, in June,
Gunfight, 45 plonks away,
Straight shooting Paladin,
This I say.
Role model long past it is him:)
Don Johnson
"Paladin, Have gun will travel."
Claymore broken and bloodied rests
Exposed atop anonymous stone
Beside it drapes its sentinel paled
In smashed crimson armor, defeated
Swordhand desperately reaching in vain
In stilled demise grasping at the heavy blade
High in the distance tied his noble steed waits
Calling out into the spreading darkness
As death slowly spreads it’s enveloping hand
Eyes desperately reaching out in vain
For that last bit of hope of masters return
In frozen mortality as the ravens descend
Fate undiscovered lost within legend…