Short Longbow Poems

the boy
the longbow
in the company of men
forests and stars
the stream of sighs part ii
the giving tree
the flight of an arrow
the fallen men
under the dying cloud...

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Flare to the heavens
Fired by a goddess’s longbow
Igniting a great passion
She says we should meet
At the hills above her feet
Where billowing clouds reside

Russell Sivey...

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I rode with Aquila
Across the meadows
Through the trees
His love,
Is all I need
 

That I chose
A man
That carried a longbow
In that clearing
I stepped in from the night
 

Summer nights
Are not the same
Without him
Summer days
With Aquila
Sublime


Faerie magic
In this joining
Of stars
Magic
Nature
And love...

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a smog of vampyric fume
   i walk into! with poison-darts 
   and with mana of fire as weapons
   i penetrate the rugged soil of foe. 
   my longbow of the Scythians hangs on my back
   and two mighty daggers
   are steady in my belt as always.
the key and the lock rests in my separate hands;
separate like the sun and the moon!...

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Draper to dram shop, loops
                      Drains loves to clean draggle tails,
                          Draws well done the longbow, 
                            Diarrhea of dusty words
                                  Double does up
                                       Dor-likes
                                         Devoid...

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The stream left the mountain
Left the magic fountain
Through rocks, small
Through rocks, tall
It became a waterfall

I took a drink
From my cupped hand
The stream of sighs
Enveloped the magic in me
For, here it lies

The water flowed to me
Of its own will
Tumbling streams
Awakening dreams
Deep inside
Completely

Truth and love 
Awoke in me
Aquila
Carrier of the longbow
Began to see...

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Magic can never be undone
This is the way
Of stars
Of magic
Of me
My journey with Aquila
Has begun

 
We left that dark wood
Where together
We stood
We fought
The Wraiths’ night
My Aquila
His mighty longbow
That love
Always survives the onslaught

 
To  find a Shadowfire
In the Wraiths’ night
I carried it carefully
It must be given
When the time is right

 
This is the way
Of stars
Magic
Of me...

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“Laws of the land enslave our people”

                                                     -Robin Hood



Sunlight glances off the flint tip
As justice swims through the air

The belly of the bow stave
Carved in yew

Whose nock, twined in hemp
Bonded in beeswax
Burns with the passion of man

Forged in the forest
Practiced on the buckle

Freedom flies true

                          Freedom

                                               Flies true


01/28/12...

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