All within the taiga glade,
Their raiments gilt in comely shades,
The burgess shrives vagrant souls.
A garth of god for men alow.
Whereinto the roots may grow,
We wayfarers may never know,
For we waltz twixt sky and earth-
Domain of beast and realm of birds.
The elders of the greenwood lie,
On earth when once they kissed the sky,
And glowered at the rover’s romp,
Through lodgings filled with trunk and stump.
Or shrove to lonesome wretched wights,
Flying from their fearsome frights;
Seeking presence with burgesses,
Of taiga glade, the earth, the trees.
But now they lie upon the ground,
Now shod their garb, and lost their crowns,
Ne’er again will readorn,
Unlike their kin who stand and mourn.
We pass into the land of love,
For pleasant autumn leaves above;
To revel or repent alone,
To contemplate or to atone?
Categories:
wights, 12th grade, appreciation, autumn,
Form: Rhyme
Soft shadows,
slowly slide suspiciously,
sustaining shivers
shooting silently-
suggesting simultaneously,
surreal wind-blown,
wispy, wisteria wands
whispering wildly,
waltzing wonderfully-
while willfully
wagering, winged-wights wallow.
Slithering silhouettes
secretly stun-
surely, sculpturing spooky,
scary spirits-
showcasing swarthy,
spellbinding sprites.
Categories:
wights, night, surreal, time,
Form: Free verse
Dark art in a black cathedral
Everyones invited see all the people
Dressed as ghouls in barrows with wights
love is the spider that consumes the fly
Half my face for all to see
the other side black like the darkest sea
Moonshine falls on crystal eyes
the bones of our minds creak and sigh
Midnight mare moves with me
We rock and sway like ships at sea
On an ocean plain of marble floor
Within my heart her anchors moored
Categories:
wights, love,
Form: Free verse
The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy,
And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy;
For falsehood now doth flow, and subjects' faith doth ebb,
Which should not be if reason ruled or wisdom weaved the web.
But clouds of joys untried do cloak aspiring minds,
Which turn to rain of late repent by changed course of winds.
The top of hope supposed the root upreared shall be,
And fruitless all their grafted guile, as shortly ye shall see.
The dazzled eyes with pride, which great ambition blinds,
Shall be unsealed by worthy wights whose foresight falsehood finds.
The daughter of debate that discord aye doth sow
Shall reap no gain where former rule still peace hath taught to know.
No foreign banished wight shall anchor in this port;
Our realm brooks not seditious sects, let them elsewhere resort.
My rusty sword through rest shall first his edge employ
To poll their tops that seek such change or gape for future joy.
Categories:
wights, aubade, autumn, body, break
Form: Acrostic
Pweeze wet me expwain, officer -
I taught it was dat wascally wabbit agin...
buwwowing under my ewectric fence,
eating up my cawwots. wettece, my bwoccoli
and-and...even my woot-a-beggers!
He's a weal pest...constantwee hawassing me,
destwoying, wandom wooting, wuining my cwop...
din waughing at me! (Dere outta be a waw)
Wha...awwest me?...Dis is an outwage!
I am a waw-abiding citizen!...Wead me my wights!
I demand pwoper mis-wepwesentation!
I am going diwectly to your superwior office, pwivate!
Bewieve it my fwiend, you will wive to wegwet this...
Ow! Must you be so fweekin WUFF?...Dat hoits!
I have woomatism you know! Powice bwutality! Po...
Aw scwew it...Wes! Wes! I moidered da widdle bum!
(Wunning awound dwessed wike dat
distwibuting doze siwwie cowoured eggs
Embawassing widdle cweature...
It's a downwight disgwace I tell you)
2/26/2013
Categories:
wights, funny, holiday, me,
Form: Narrative
Hewwo and Mewwy Cwistmas dearwest Bugsy!
Season's gweetings to you Daffy D!
So gwad you fwew out this way
Bwess my bones, if it ain't Wosemite Sam!
(Pweeze weave your shotgun in the guest womb)
Good gwacious, it's my owed fwiend Porky!
Petunia! You wook absowootly wavishing
Come in and rewax; take a woad off your...
Anyway, the hog is woasting on the wotisser...
I mean the boid is bwowning in the ov...
Wabbit stew is simmerwing on the sto...
Uh, Bugs, Dere's cwunchy cawwots in the pantwee
Daffy, I beweave there's fwesh fwog in the fwidge
Porky, I frew out some weft-overs wast week
Wet me wun out back and check...
And Sammy, twy not to shoot out the wights...
Categories:
wights, funny, holiday,
Form: Light Verse
Feature the nature a darkness
And us like blind wights yet flawless;
We go about in normal ways.
Things are akin magnetic sways;
Atoms, quarks are real blank, shapeless.
Invisible shield, things pieces,
Brightened? turned hovering arrays.
You seat and lean as if in space;
Also, your body only is
Occulted from optic notice.
Back, you bore on easily my
Core to fathom this dreamy try
In gloom which frights the brightness.
Black paint on things sires a likeness.
If light drifts random your climate,
And eyes not shy- wide radiate;
Thus, you perceive, as you conceive this,
Colored things- sole light and forces.
Categories:
wights, imagination, nature, science, science
Form: I do not know?
falling I am
falling into your arms I have done many times
trusting you to be there
wanting you to be there
needing you to be there
falling in love with you was simply the easiest thing I have done
falling with my heart and head in the same place
seeing things for what there were and not what they could be
falling and seeing the end of the cliff I do
the end of the road the end of tomorrow
you have sent me to places I did not know existed in my head and heart
letting me see with the clarity of a clear blue sky
opening my mind to new and wondrous things
lifting my spirits and soul to new wights to which it has never known
falling I am out of grace with my self
learning to love again will not be easy
letting go of my life with you will not be easy
it was just beginning before it had a chance it is ended
this is a new day a new dawn
turning over the leaf to see what is there waiting for me
letting all my past be just that ... the past not the future
the future is bright and wondrous if you look to the sky
to see the sunrise and watch the sunset
looking at the wondrous beauty within the world itself
letting go to not fall anymore
Categories:
wights, hope, imagination, love, love,
Form: Blank verse