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#165 Reply
Posted by
Clay Death
on 04 Mar, 2016 00:21
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what a wonderful and magical poetry stop lady V.
sensational prose.
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#166 Reply
Posted by
pryzmsticv
on 04 Mar, 2016 00:43
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Thank you so very much, Sire.😚
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#167 Reply
Posted by
pryzmsticv
on 04 Mar, 2016 00:52
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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.
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#168 Reply
Posted by
EquineAnn
on 04 Mar, 2016 03:15
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You're welcome, Lady Victoria. It's nice to express emotions beautifully & get them out in the open. I love your latest poems.
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#169 Reply
Posted by
Clay Death
on 04 Mar, 2016 23:28
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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.
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#170 Reply
Posted by
Clay Death
on 05 Mar, 2016 00:29
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#171 Reply
Posted by
Clay Death
on 05 Mar, 2016 00:30
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#172 Reply
Posted by
pryzmsticv
on 05 Mar, 2016 03:37
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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.😚💋
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#173 Reply
Posted by
pryzmsticv
on 05 Mar, 2016 04:08
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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.
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#174 Reply
Posted by
pryzmsticv
on 05 Mar, 2016 04:20
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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.
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#175 Reply
Posted by
pryzmsticv
on 05 Mar, 2016 04:39
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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.
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#176 Reply
Posted by
EquineAnn
on 05 Mar, 2016 15:30
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I love all your latest poems.
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#177 Reply
Posted by
Clay Death
on 05 Mar, 2016 20:10
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magnificent poetry stop.
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#178 Reply
Posted by
pryzmsticv
on 05 Mar, 2016 21:53
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Thank you my dear friends, trying to make amends. For time that I didn't spend doing my poems my dears, so ill persevere.
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#179 Reply
Posted by
Clay Death
on 05 Mar, 2016 22:37
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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.
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