Victoria's Poetry Stop

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Posted by Clay Death on 20 Feb, 2016 20:53
Descended Angel...

by LucIfeR

Descending...
From your dark realm of night...
Leaving your throne of laughing stars...
Quietly drifting through lonely light...
Protector of shadows...Artist of scars...

Visualizing...
Your beauty...What brought you to me???
Collecting scattered pieces of dreams...
Let me drink the sound of your sympathy...
Seduce me with your silent screams...

Embrace...
Touch...Want...Feed me tonight...
Bathe me in your unholy fire...
Smother me in your deceptive flight...
Steal my soul...That's my desire...

Appearance...
Emblazoned...Barefoot, Undressed...
Overwhelmed...Swallow me up inside...
Expose obsessions...Venial...Stressed...
Nowhere to go...So I don't wanna hide...

Brightened...
Wings...Sliding down like the rainbows...
We dance through vein, circles of blood...
Burn us both with our fatal blows...
I'll follow till the end of heavenly flood...

Angel...Descended...
Fall again tomorrow...In our bliss...
Whisper to me of futures impossible...
Corrupt me with your secret kiss...
We both know it's a thirst...Insatiable...

#77 Reply
Posted by Clay Death on 20 Feb, 2016 21:01
Shall I compare thee to a summers day? (Sonnet XIII)

by William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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Posted by Clay Death on 20 Feb, 2016 23:34
The Face of Helen

by Christopher Marlowe

Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the **** towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.
Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena.
I will be Paris, and for love of thee,
Instead of Troy, shall Wittenberg be sack'd;
And I will combat with weak Menelaus,
And wear thy colours on my plumed crest;
Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel,
And then return to Helen for a kiss.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
When he appear'd to hapless Semele;
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms;
And none but thou shalt be my paramour!

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Posted by Clay Death on 20 Feb, 2016 23:36
Ode to Carmen

by Mark Morris

The blaze of summer behind me now.
Memories made and recounted a good season
Embraced the gifts and braved the challenges
Accepting the autumn with good reason

Flowers are blooming the birds singing
Have you brought the spring can this be true
Nay Mother Nature protest but bends to your will
The sparkle in your eyes that smile from you

Oh cruel Mother you entwine our fates
Then misalign our fair preferences and needs
My heart burns in my chest surely to burst
Will it erupt in pain or new life like the seeds

Will this be our spring or autumn confirm
Share petals and breathe the scented hues
I do believe such effort will not be spent
To rip from our chests the gifts of our muse

Nay our spring has come and summer to follow
New memories to make new gifts to embrace
New challenges to brave new diaries to write
I fear not autumn you bring the spring in your face

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Posted by pryzmsticv on 21 Feb, 2016 18:40
Beautiful prose Sire, from your heart I know you admire, prose ov beauty you desire. Good tastes ov yours flow thru, the sweetness of your soul. Thank you for sharing mi lord

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Posted by Clay Death on 21 Feb, 2016 19:47
I'll be your knight in shining armor

If you were in a fairy tale.
I would be there too.
I would put on my armor.
And stand in front of you.

I would drop to knee and lower head.
"My sword and life is yours"
I would speak the words.
But I would mean them too.

Through cursed forest or dreaded swamp.
I would ride for you.
To stand beside you is an honor.
My own fairy tale Princess.

May dragon come so I may fight.
So you may see my sacrifice.
I will sing for you and make you laugh.
Your knight in shining armor.

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Posted by Clay Death on 22 Feb, 2016 01:32
My Mistress' Eyes

by William Shakespeare

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant - I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

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Posted by pryzmsticv on 22 Feb, 2016 03:46
Thank you very much lady D, I say this with great appreciation, as you are the star of prose my dear. Thank you so much😚

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Posted by pryzmsticv on 22 Feb, 2016 03:50
Thank you so much Sire, sharing ov your hearts desires, prose ov much admired poets. It inspires ov the hearts of desire. Thank you again my dear sharing ov your heart.😚