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Nonilon Jr Ariscon Poem
In the midst of the night,
I was here but you’re out.
Then the blade had its flight
From the heart. No more fight.
I am free! From my sight
Is the pain… Is the pain
That’s now light. Yes, yes, bright
Is the light in the night
That my heart, in its flame,
Had been tamed… in the night.
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Nonilon Jr Ariscon Poem
You are a queen like a piece in a chess,
You can move all around with so much ease.
Diagonal, horizontal, and yes
Even vertical you can roam with please.
Pawns, rooks, knights, bishops and the king can't move;
You move along from here and there, and groove.
Pawns shiver, rooks are glued and knights are cold.
Protecting the king, bishops' heads are bowed.
You capture pieces, put the board in mess.
You take some knight and pawns and make them less.
But rooks are rukhs and can't just stand in place,
And bishops are full and can give them grace.
Yes, the king's power has taken aback,
But his soldiers will forever combat.
You are a queen with powers hard to crack,
But you can't make the board takes off its flat.
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Nonilon Jr Ariscon Poem
The moon had risen its light
Into my bosom taking a flight.
Lofted from pedestal, arise
from this life's caprice
so delight
still but cries.
Life's mortality lowed, renounce
Its memories; never pronounce
The blades, the grass forbade.
Yet the cup of mad,
the death, announce:
Love is bad.
If you yourself, befall;
Then you yourself, a fool.
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Nonilon Jr Ariscon Poem
The witching hour came rushing
Through wilderness hot and burning.
Swaying thoughts, amid down pouring,
Emotions that dwell are flaming.
This… this darkness free me from pain
Beyond, where I shall dance with rain.
This… this darkness free me from pain;
Grant me the peace, give me my plane.
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Nonilon Jr Ariscon Poem
"Einamer! Einamer!"
The wind is blowing cold
Zephyr is on whisper...
My friend...my friend...I'm old.
"Einamer! Einamer!"
A man is shouting loud.
He, but ne'er appears; here --
A man is now in shroud.
His life is a traverse.
"Einamer! Einamer!"
His voice is a rehearse.
Shout, repeat, "Einamer!"
"Einamer! Einamer!"
Your love, your care -- farewell.
Speak not, nor loud nor clear,
A toll, a bell, a knell.
Tell me you love me when
I'm dead in casket bare.
So I can feel no pain,
"Einamer... Einamer..."
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Nonilon Jr Ariscon Poem
The music goes playing,
One night amid the rain pouring.
Whisper-a-heart, longing,
Akin to pain...sour-graping.
Prayer alone, two feet swaying.
The road stands, toward a-breaking.
The blood runs, hard breathing.
Alone in solitude, a heart is bleeding.
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