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#270 Reply
Posted by
Clay Death
on 20 Mar, 2016 23:10
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#271 Reply
Posted by
EquineAnn
on 21 Mar, 2016 04:57
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You're welcome, Clay. Of course I am. I can't keep up with you. You've shared some more very good poems with Lady Victoria.
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#272 Reply
Posted by
pryzmsticv
on 21 Mar, 2016 13:46
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Hey lady Anne, our worlds are turned upside down..You in the night, and me in day, or visa versa I must say.
You all are running circles around me. Haha luv ya all
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#273 Reply
Posted by
pryzmsticv
on 21 Mar, 2016 14:05
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BLINDED
I've been distant in my mind, some ov my visions have been blind.
Traveling in time, visions ov happiness, that I fear.
Even though, when waiting for luv, I persevere.
The dark that blind my sight, ov things about you.
Are you my light, that shines thru.
Distant roads ov my mind, trying to find.
Coalitions ov the dark, chasing me with glimmers ov a spark.
Thus different times, has freed me thru my mind.
Are you the visions, I have left behind.
No, you are my visions, thru out time.
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#274 Reply
Posted by
EquineAnn
on 21 Mar, 2016 16:11
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Haha! Good 1, Lady Victoria. I love the poem too. Happy World Poetry Day!
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#275 Reply
Posted by
pryzmsticv
on 22 Mar, 2016 01:54
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Thank you Lady Anne, you come and visit everyone, where I gave been trying, but not as much you have my dear. Thank you my dear on the poems. 😚 luv ya dear Dinna Kin. That means dont ya know in Gaelic.😆
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#276 Reply
Posted by
pryzmsticv
on 22 Mar, 2016 02:13
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HURT SOUL
Went somewhere, dark to play.
My mind runaway, where I feel no pain.
Visions I engaged, remembering you today.
Missing you, lonely my soul.
Memories that persevere, ov friendships that were dear.
Pain is under control, but it still grows.
Visions take it's tolls, but to sooth the soul.
Visions run over me, miserable it makes me see.
With time I know, what they will mean.
Like my dreams, my visions also do for me.
My dreams ov you, will carry me thru.
Knowing that one day, I could be with you.
Excitement in my mind, destiny is my fate in time.
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Great perspective Lady Victoria
Loving this thread
Love and light
Divine
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#278 Reply
Posted by
EquineAnn
on 22 Mar, 2016 04:28
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You're welcome, Lady Victoria. I try to keep up to date with everything. I'm also wasting time socialising & writing poems when I should be adding more information to my what if? piece but it gets depressing & I must not let myself get depressed as I always take it out of myself, still there's nothing wrong with socialising, I'm still getting on with my what if? piece & am learning a lot & I love the elegance of rhyme & am keeping my skills going. I know & love you as a friend too.
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#279 Reply
Posted by
pryzmsticv
on 23 Mar, 2016 22:29
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Thank you ladies, we are forever poets & authors. Journeying far & near. Such as luv and light in the shadows IV the dark. Haha we live. Thank you😚
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#280 Reply
Posted by
pryzmsticv
on 23 Mar, 2016 22:46
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TEARS OV HUMANITY
(In the light ov what has happened in Brussels.)
The tears in my eyes, are created by humanities cries.
Do persevere, the horror ov the past that's mirrored.
Fighting gets you nowhere, death continues there.
Mentally there will be a solution, use your mind for the contribution.
Life there will not be, if the killing continues on you see.
What good will this life be, if there is no humanity.
Let the rain follow, cleansing life in purity.
Visions do we see, in things that are monetary.
Let us enjoy being free, living & luving our humanity.
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#281 Reply
Posted by
Clay Death
on 24 Mar, 2016 00:28
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wow. such a magical and an inspiring poetry stop.
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#282 Reply
Posted by
Clay Death
on 24 Mar, 2016 00:29
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A Knight Of Camelot
- Poem by Brad Adams
One day a bow-shot from gray towers
Rode a knight through amber flowers
Doubting love's redemptive powers
He caught a sparkle from high bowers
On his way to Camelot
His eye and interest were instant capture
From a mirror's fated fracture
But lo! Who gazed across the pasture?
He stumbled forth in wondering rapture
Toward the lady of Shallot
They waved and called in codes of Morse
But soon they felt a growing force
Til stories, thoughts, and words ran forth
From a common soulful source
They spoke of Camelot
She left her lovely weavings fair
To seek the knight she downed the stair
Their plans and dreams so bold declared
That to a boat they both repaired
Moving on from Shallot
Into her eyes he looked with pleasure
They shared the oars in equal measure
On they rowed, in peaceful leisure
As in her heart he found his treasure
The lady from Shallot
In childlike joy they spent each day
Basking in the sun's bathing ray
They felt the river splash and spray
Contented in their future way
On to Camelot
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#283 Reply
Posted by
EquineAnn
on 24 Mar, 2016 03:55
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You're welcome, Lady Victoria. That is a very good poem you shared with Lady Victoria, Clay.
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#284 Reply
Posted by
pryzmsticv
on 24 Mar, 2016 17:26
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Magical they'll always be, we are Camelot you see. Thank you sire.
You to my dear friend, miss lady Ann.😚
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