Like melted snow in summer’s vase
she vanished without a single trace
Turned his whole life inside-out
that inconstant gadabout
Surely, he’d learned his lesson, our erstwhile Don Juan
vowed never again to fall for such a con…
Yet, when next he saw her
a handsome beaux on her arm
He discovered the lesson he’d learned was
~ he just couldn’t move on
I will never retire I vowed
To relatives, strangers, any old crowd
God heard me and laughed; He would have it His way
Pulled the rug out from under my health, I am retired today
A lone wolf, Karlow listened to the jagged parts of herself
That made her a scamp, a scallywag, a jammed up wood elf.
She had been on her own in the mystical forest for days.
She heard the whispers of the owlets, their wisdom a praise.
She had renamed herself Karlow, to fool the hunters chasing her
Vowing to never return to the evil king from Kingdom of Murr.
She was a shape-shifter. She transmogrified during yesterday’s hunt.
She changed into an elf, right in front of them, naked, to be rather blunt.
Karlow was tired of the harem; it smelled of perfume and lotion.
She had stayed hidden, not wanting to be summoned at a king’s notion.
She wanted to learn multiplication, geometry, algebra, and vocabulary.
She had her sights on running an orphanage, fudge factory and dairy.
Night-greeter, a virile young male elf found her to be delightful.
She did not want to talk; he recognized this, for he was insightful.
So he gave her some space, but he watched her carefully from afar.
For he had never seen a beautiful elf before who arrived on a star.
We Vowed To See a Shroud
What we vowed was to see a shroud;
It once had been among a big crowd;
Body cover;
Birds hover;
Now found floating in a nebulas cloud.
Jim Horn
My love for you will never die
Even if you have forgotten all our whys
A gift to you our love story
So that in pages you'd feel our love pouring
To dance with you hand and hand
Through forgetfulness vowed wedding band
A tune I'd always want you to remember
For our love has always been deep in center
Dear Love may I read to you
As a stranger in true loves sight anew
So that each time may bring back a memory
In that a moment you to remember me
Know that I'll try and try
Never leaving your tender side
Till our last breathes ever more
Together our love taken beneath the core
The Notebook
9-23-2016
A feeling of shame...
Shame that I'm in a world undeserving
Of my intelligence, my grace and my power.
It burns in my blood, and controls my words,
..My movements.
And it is that very same feeling that allows me
To detach my emotions, and self,
From this dull world.
And recognise that my surroundings merely exist,
Serving no proper purpose.
I ask not for the lend of your power,
To disarm these lonely people.
I ask not for the strength to prove my place,
For I have already done so.
~Written in 2003 (November) when I was fifteen.
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