Author Topic: Victoria's Poetry Stop (Read 55782 times)

Clay Death · « **Reply #165 on:** March 04, 2016, 12:21:07 am »

what a wonderful and magical poetry stop lady V.

sensational prose.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #166 on:** March 04, 2016, 12:43:11 am »

Thank you so very much, Sire.😚

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #167 on:** March 04, 2016, 12:52:02 am »

LIFE'S PARADE

How can I feel this way, with life's nightmares on parade.
Internal are my life's terrains, external does no complaints.
Beauty is being entertained, while life has it's restraints.
Beautiful is my parade, life is me, and it does not fade.
Welcome to" My Luv ov Life" parade.

EquineAnn · « **Reply #168 on:** March 04, 2016, 03:15:24 am »

You're welcome, Lady Victoria. It's nice to express emotions beautifully & get them out in the open. I love your latest poems.

Clay Death · « **Reply #169 on:** March 04, 2016, 11:28:28 pm »

To His Coy Mistress

By Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough and time,

This coyness, lady, were no crime.

We would sit down, and think which way

To walk, and pass our long love’s day.

Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side

Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide

Of Humber would complain. I would

Love you ten years before the flood,

And you should, if you please, refuse

Till the conversion of the Jews.

My vegetable love should grow

Vaster than empires and more slow;

An hundred years should go to praise

Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;

Two hundred to adore each breast,

But thirty thousand to the rest;

An age at least to every part,

And the last age should show your heart.

For, lady, you deserve this state,

Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear

Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;

And yonder all before us lie

Deserts of vast eternity.

Thy beauty shall no more be found;

Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound

My echoing song; then worms shall try

That long-preserved virginity,

And your quaint honour turn to dust,

And into ashes all my lust;

The grave’s a fine and private place,

But none, I think, do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue

Sits on thy skin like morning dew,

And while thy willing soul transpires

At every pore with instant fires,

Now let us sport us while we may,

And now, like amorous birds of prey,

Rather at once our time devour

Than languish in his slow-chapped power.

Let us roll all our strength and all

Our sweetness up into one ball,

And tear our pleasures with rough strife

Through the iron gates of life:

Thus, though we cannot make our sun

Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Clay Death · « **Reply #170 on:** March 05, 2016, 12:29:42 am »

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pryzmsticv · « **Reply #172 on:** March 05, 2016, 03:37:25 am »

Beautiful the prose sire, along with images ov roses and designs
wonderful your finds and your work with designs . With deep admiration, I thank you Mi Lord.😚💋

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #173 on:** March 05, 2016, 04:08:33 am »

HEARTS' LIGHT

If my heart's light, would shine so bright.
Would you be, with me tonight.
Designated, as Destiny's right.
Visions ov our luv, nobly we will insight.
Souls wish to instill, being with you, would finally be real.
Luv will prevail, in the visions that curtail.
Soft caresses ov my mind, tastes ov you, like sips ov sweet wine.
Luving hearts, deeply entwined.
You ov all, in the galaxies ov my mind.
No other luv, will I find.
Destiny holds us too, our fate ov times.
Hearts' light, forever for us will shine.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #174 on:** March 05, 2016, 04:20:56 am »

SOULS' REMAINS

Loneliness, is my name, mentally in a disarray.
Visions are my pain, disallowing luvs' rays.
Darkness is for me to gain, miserably I'm mundane.
Am I going insane, haha, nothing is retained.
The dark could be home to me, souls' domain.
Life will always be reclaimed, in the beauty ov the rain.
Distancing the pain, rinsing it down the drain.
Souls' remains.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #175 on:** March 05, 2016, 04:39:42 am »

PIECES'

I don't know where I am, mentally I've become undone.
My mind is distant, wanting to refrain.
Crawling back, into myself again.
Feeling like, I want to run.
Soulfully, I'm falling apart.
Distant my heart, but I wont run.
I pick up the pieces, again a new start.
If feelings aciculate, all luvs' souls, are there to take.
Falling apart, it's life's fate.
Pieces blowing thru, nothing to compensate.
Aciculate thru & thru, and to hell again too.

EquineAnn · « **Reply #176 on:** March 05, 2016, 03:30:14 pm »

I love all your latest poems.

Clay Death · « **Reply #177 on:** March 05, 2016, 08:10:59 pm »

magnificent poetry stop.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #178 on:** March 05, 2016, 09:53:58 pm »

Thank you my dear friends, trying to make amends. For time that I didn't spend doing my poems my dears, so ill persevere.

Clay Death · « **Reply #179 on:** March 05, 2016, 10:37:33 pm »

Camelot

- Poem by Julia Ann Holliday

Camelot, rich imagination of mystery and power,
King Arthur, Merlin, the magic sword of Excalibur.
Fair maiden Guinevere, Arthur's queen,
A beloved wife, but faithful not,
Knights of the round table, and heroic Sir Lancelot.
Wonderful places, in these stories of old,
To bring dreams of romance with knights gallant and bold.
A sad tale of forbidden love affair to hurt Kings pride,
Story set in rugged English countryside.
Passionate love affair between Guinevere and Sir Lancelot,
Bringing trouble to enchanted castle at Camelot.
This love triangle, happy and sad, thrived in the golden mist,
But Mordred, evil knight, put end to this.
Guinevere to burn at stake, to save kings face,
Sir lancelot rescues her,
But now they have to leave enchanted place.
After bloodshed, tears, sad fall for all,
Enchanted land torn apart that day,
Sad music on a mandolin does play,
For broken holy law,
The price they had to pay.

CAMELOT FANTASIES

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