Oh runescape, oh old school
How someone once gave me rope and chair and knife.
That noob was such a fool.
I have also been a wife.
From rs girlfriends to bots and scammers.
We go through the wilderness and 99's.
Catching chins and pounding our hammers.
The player base declines.
From the bossing and raiding to the questers and sweats.
Raise your crystal grail.
Throw your nets.
And stop trying on that goblin mail.
From killing dragons to dropping red spiders eggs during that time of month at the GE.
To your imbued heart being mine.
And by the way, he is not a she.
Here's to 92 being half of 99
Categories:
questers, angel,
Form: Free verse
phoenix questers
yes…
out of the deep
dark stagnation
of malignant
apathy
we must pull
ourselves
upwards to
eternity
and beyond
to that synergy
which will take us
to the
liberated journey
where
we shall bask
in the aurora
of history makers'
spirits glorifying
the knocking
at the door
of his-story's
mystery opening
and their entering
inking new pages
of ourstory
streaming with justice
peace and love
of god’s gifts
from the oven
of his heart molded,
baked and accentuated
with the icing
of audacious hope…
thus is the legacy
to you
the new torch bearers
to taking
the entered vision
of the dream
to the claimed reality
that is the quest
of phoenix beings
who are the waited upon
future history makers
of our never ending story
whose pathway
has been plowed…
new seeds germinating
and blooming flowers
birthing liberating fruits
ripening seeds
of ourstory
of being free at last
here on earth
as is in the high heaven’s:-
Categories:
questers, allegory, black african american,
Form: Free verse
white milky moon bloom
dazzles eyes of peace questers
oozes odium
August 23, 2020
Note:Haiku - Color With Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchen.
Categories:
questers, emotions, imagery, inspiration, love,
Form: Haiku
The great unknown within its flow
has vast galactic heights aglow
with heavens’ past in astral vaults
in schemes of intricate gestalts
that strain the brain to vertigo.
Yet on the dreamers here below
the stars their stellar airs bestow,
as music of the spheres exalts
the great unknown.
Still cosmic questers seek to know
the principles that rule the show
while scientists search out the faults
and make their math turn somersaults,
although it ever shall be so,
the great unknown…
~ Harley White
Categories:
questers, appreciation, creation, dream, imagination,
Form: Rondeau