The gunslinger entered the tiny town of Tull
A town that was cast under his enemy's spell.
First smiles, then lies, last gunfire came,
Then Tull lay dead, in the gunslinger's name.
Through the huge desert, thirsty and sore
Still he kept walking, till he could walk no more.
He came to a way station, water was there.
He drank his fill, with water to spare.
A boy name Jake was waiting for him
Together they chased after Walter O'Dimm.
A handcart, slow mutants, a mountain to climb,
Roland liked Jake in just a short time.
But Ka is a wind, or a very strong breeze;
As Jake said, "There are other worlds than these."
To his death he fell, in the valley far below.
Roland watched him fall and he let the boy go.
Across the mountain, he caught the evil man--
They smoked, they palavered, as enemies can.
The Dark Man showed him things that would be,
The Sailor, The Prisoner, and Lady of Shadows were three.
They talked till the universe was born and reborn
The gunslinger slept for centuries till morn.
D H Loewen
Categories:
palavered, adventure, allegory, analogy, boy,
Form: Ballad
Honied ardor basked from my hermit heart –
A sweet flavor of candy sensed by her aura, as she went past
I stood by my bumped dopey abstractness, Alas!!
She turned back by her benignity, killing my reveries, Aghast.
Palavered into my daydreams, embellished by spare chance
A lovesome zeal of bond aflame by her glint eyes, felt at her glance
I trusted my dazed bust heart, so soon filled by so much emotions
She neared towards me by her benignity, killing my last breathe, quiesce.
Perplexed at the acquaintance so arrested, only a smile share apart
A whisper unspoken heard by my ears, she stole my heart at long last
I realized the moment so idyllic, and insisted it to be forever
She woke me up by her majestic paroles, killing my nap, Drat!
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Categories:
palavered, funny, hope, imagination, loveheart,
Form: Rhyme Royal