Author Topic: Victoria's Poetry Stop (Read 55741 times)

Clay Death · « **Reply #420 on:** April 19, 2016, 10:27:18 pm »

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-76-excalibur/

Who on earth could put that sword from that stone
Many had tried but all failed in their quest
But one man did when he was all alone
When all other knights had tried their very best.

And Excalibur entered history
In the hand of Arthur with all his knights
In times of tales, fables and mystery
When men were jousting days and feasting nights.

But Arthur in battle to him forsake
And he did die a hero’s death indeed
And Excalibur thrown into the lake
To wait until England was once more in need

Arthur and his knights are resting at peace
Excalibur’s resting too will never cease.

David Wood

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #421 on:** April 23, 2016, 07:35:45 pm »

HEARTLESS

Heartless
Surrendered
Magnitude Horrendous
Visions
Contained
Souls in Pain
Luv Surrendered
Soulless Veins
Back to Mundane
Turn Back the Days
Time Restraints

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #422 on:** April 23, 2016, 07:39:58 pm »

SOLEMNLY

Solemnly, thoughts run thru.
How I needed, to get over you.
I knew from the beginning, our luv would not last.
Nine innings, you could not surpass.
Committed, you could not be.
This was clear, for me to see.
In the back ov my mind, it waited for me.
That's why from the start, I said that I would part.
As I walk, the pain is still there.
I am strong, but I will persevere.
Just wished all along, you were truthful with me.
Solemnly I proceed.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #423 on:** April 23, 2016, 08:23:59 pm »

PRISMATIC DUES

If all hues, could follow me.
Pryzmatic, is what you would see.
Blue is my heart today, as I have snow and rain.
Don't know what to do, my heart has gone that way.
Feelings want to pacify, ov why I want to cry.
Perpetually my mind shifts, thru a thought maze.
Putting me in, a deep color Phaze, a visual bliss.
Existing from purple haze, a calming stay.
I will never be, dont believe in jealously.
Envy, some days I see.
Gone, the color ov green.
Yellow is the suns reply, when it shines so bright.
The warmth ov your heart, brings us to a beautiful light.
I dont know why, how it makes me cry.
Now from the warmth, it appears orange I sigh.
Heated, by the color red, Anger I can defeat.
Crimson to the tone, within the blood flow.
A taste ov you, my pryzmatic fee.
Colorful my life.

Clay Death · « **Reply #424 on:** April 23, 2016, 11:25:27 pm »

magical prose lady V.

Clay Death · « **Reply #425 on:** April 23, 2016, 11:26:23 pm »

Arthurian and Grail Poetry

Isolt

By Madison Cawein

"But when the queen, La beale Isoude heard these tidings shee made such sorrow that shee was full nigh out of her minde, and so upon a day she thought to slay herselfe, and never for to live after Sir Tristram's death."--Le Morte d'Arthure.

I
The wild dawn flares o'er wood and vale,
O'er all the world she used to love:
Low on her couch it finds her pale,
The dawn that breaks with flame above.
Her lute, that once was all her care,
To which her love had often sung,
Upon a damask-covered chair
Now lies neglected and unstrung.
Back from her face her hair she throws,
Her heavy hair that falls and slips,
Then, rising, to the casement goes
With languid eyes and pallid lips.

II
With feverish face from morn till noon,
And noon to middle-night she stoops
From her high lattice; late and soon
In search for him among the troops
That come and go or loiter by.
For there had come a dame, in garb
Of pearls and samite, green of dye,
A stately woman on a barb,
From Camelot, who, looking round,
Had sneered, " 'Mid herdsmen and such craft
This Tristram lives like any hound."
Then as she shook her curls and laughed,
And flashed on Isolt looks of scorn,
Trailing her glimmering jewels past,
"I met a madman yestermorn
Within the forest. Wild, aghast
He stood, all naked in the rain,
'Twas Tristram, he of Lyonesse,
A good knight once, but now--" Again
She laughed, then sneered.--And one might guess
The thing she hinted in disdain.

III
So Isolt watched now: long she leant
From her high tower that hapless dawn:
Above her bloomed the firmament,
Below, the world was dewy wan.
She saw a long lake where the stags
Came down to drink: and woods of pines
Beyond which mountains loomed, whose crags,--
Gaunt guardians of Mark's boundary lines,--
Gray watch-towers, hawk-like, overhung;
And 'mid the pines, wild, ivy-clung,
She saw a castle lift its old
Green walls of ruin, now a cave
For bandits, and a robber-hold
Of lust, beside a torrent's wave.
Then o'er a bridge, whose granite arched
The torrent's foam, she saw a knight,--
Behind whom spear-armed followers marched,--
Like Galahad, in glittering white,
Ride from the forest-covered height.

IV
High on a barb whose trappings shone
Inlaid with laton, gold of hue,
Star-bright amid the dawn and dew;
Proud on his lordly-stepping roan
He rode, and seemed of chivalry
The star, until he stood alone
Before the Court and spoke his lie,
And said,--(for him, too, heart and tongue,
Mark's gold had bought)--"I saw him die.
Alas! For one so brave and young!
But better so than still to be
A madman and a mockery!"--
Then smiled around the questioning Court
As one who brought no ill report. . . .
And she believed. And front to front
With all her misery that eve,--
Which, sombre-visaged, o'er the mount,
Above Day's burning bier did grieve
And bow her melancholy star,--
With tearful eyes she watched the light
Streak all the heaven with blood afar;
And lingered far into the night,
Lamenting at her casement-bar.

V
"Oh, I'm like one who o'er her light,
Her lamp of love, bends down, when, lo!
All on a sudden, out of night,
Dashing it down, there comes a blow
That leaves all darkness; and she hears
A demon whispering in the gloom,
That shuts her in with all her fears,"
So thought she, lonely in her room.
Then took her lute and touched such airs
As Tristram loved, sad songs of Breön,
She once had heard, all unawares,
Sir Launcelot sing in old Caerleön,
To Guinevere upon the stairs,
The terrace stairs, beside the Usk,
Deep in the nightingale-haunted dusk.
Then ceased, and wept until the stars,
Seen through her tears, made heaven all tears,
On fire with tears, that left their scars
Upon its face; and all the years
Of grief and love seemed in their spheres:
And reaching out her arms she cried,
"O God! O God! that I had died!
O Tristram! Tristram! art thou near?
O love, be near me in this hour!
This hour of anguish and of fear!
Which,--(like yon fountain's ceaseless foam,
Unseen, beneath this starlit tower,
Deep in the shadow of its dome),--
Throbs on and on within my life,
The utter darkness of its woe.--
O hour of grief! O hour of strife!
Why must my young heart suffer so?
Why must my sick soul sigh and sigh,
And God not hear nor let me die?"

VI
When rose the moon, and far away
A nightingale beneath the tower,
Heard through the fountain's falling spray,
Made lonelier yet that lonely hour;
And 'twixt the nodding grove and lake
A glimmering fawn stalked through the night,
And snuffed the wind, then bent to slake
Its thirst; she veiled her face,--as white
As death's,--and said: "The way is clear!
There is no use in waiting here!
Come! let me cure this heart that bursts!
This pain is more than I can bear!--
Come! let me still this soul that thirsts! . . .
Upon the lake, as thick as stars
In heav'n, the lilies lie asleep.--
There lies a way beyond these bars,
These walls of flesh that hold and keep!
The nightingale shall find its mate,
The fawn its fellow, and must I,
The spouse of grief, the wife of hate,
Live on alone until I die?--
How long, how long, O God, to wait!" . . .
Far through the darkness went her cry.

Clay Death · « **Reply #426 on:** April 23, 2016, 11:27:12 pm »

Quote from: pryzmsticv on April 23, 2016, 08:23:59 pm

PRISMATIC DUES

If all hues, could follow me.
Pryzmatic, is what you would see.
Blue is my heart today, as I have snow and rain.
Don't know what to do, my heart has gone that way.
Feelings want to pacify, ov why I want to cry.
Perpetually my mind shifts, thru a thought maze.
Putting me in, a deep color Phaze, a visual bliss.
Existing from purple haze, a calming stay.
I will never be, dont believe in jealously.
Envy, some days I see.
Gone, the color ov green.
Yellow is the suns reply, when it shines so bright.
The warmth ov your heart, brings us to a beautiful light.
I dont know why, how it makes me cry.
Now from the warmth, it appears orange I sigh.
Heated, by the color red, Anger I can defeat.
Crimson to the tone, within the blood flow.
A taste ov you, my pryzmatic fee.
Colorful my life.

sensational.

Clay Death · « **Reply #427 on:** April 24, 2016, 12:38:30 am »

Clay Death · « **Reply #428 on:** April 24, 2016, 11:50:44 pm »

Arthurian and Grail Poetry

Tristram And Isolt

By Madison Cawein

Night, and vast caverns of rock and of iron:
Voices like water, and voices like wind:
Horror, and tempests of hail that environ
Shapes and the shadows of two who have sinned.
Wan on the whirlwind, in loathing uplifting
Faces that loved once, forever they go,
Tristram and Isolt, the lovers, go drifting,
The simmer and laughter of Hell below.

Clay Death · « **Reply #429 on:** April 24, 2016, 11:52:39 pm »

Arthurian and Grail Poetry

Morgan Le Fay

By Madison Cawein

In dim samite was she bedight,
And on her hair a hoop of gold,
Like foxfire, in the tawn moonlight,
Was glimmering cold.

With soft gray eyes she gloomed and glowered;
With soft red lips she sang a song:
What knight might gaze upon her face,
Nor fare along?

For all her looks were full of spells,
And all her words, of sorcery;
And in some way they seemed to say,
"Oh, come with me!"

Oh, come with me! oh, come with me!
Oh, come with me, my love, Sir Kay!"--
How should he know the witch, I trow,
Morgan le Fay?

How should he know the wily witch,
With sweet white face and raven hair?
Who, through her art, bewitched his heart
And held him there.

Eftsoons his soul had waxed amort
To wold and weald, to slade and stream;
And all he heard was her soft word
As one adream.

And all he saw was her bright eyes,
And her fair face that held him still:
And wild and wan she led him on
O'er vale and hill.

Until at last a castle lay
Beneath the moon, among the trees:
Its gothic towers old and gray
With mysteries.

Tall in its hall a hundred knights
In armor stood with glaive in hand:
The following of some great king,
Lord of that land.

Sir Bors, Sir Balin, and Gawain,
All Arthur's knights, and many mo;
But these in battle had been slain
Long years ago.

But when Morgan with lifted hand
Moved down the hall, they louted low:
For she was Queen of Shadowland,
That woman of snow.

Then from Sir Kay she drew away,
And cried on high all mockingly:--
"Behold, sir knights, the knave I bring,
Who lay with me.

"Behold! I met him 'mid the furze:
Beside him there he made me lie:
Upon him, yea, there rests my curse:
Now let him die!"

Then as one man those shadows raised
Their brands, whereon the moon glanced gray:
And clashing all strode from the wall
Against Sir Kay.

And on his body, bent and bowed,
The hundred blades as one blade fell:
While over all rang long and loud
The mirth of Hell.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #430 on:** April 25, 2016, 02:06:33 am »

How gallantly, prose show the bravery.
The knights that lived, by the oath ov chivalry.
To that day it could be, the death held above their heads.
All because ov who they bed, and yet it could be witchery.
Spells cast upon from wicked tales, to this day ov prose ov bravery.
The knights' lives thru history, beautiful luv still can Be believed.
Thank You My Dear for Sharing😚

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #431 on:** April 25, 2016, 11:53:11 pm »

SEA OV LUV

Distant your mind, look to the seas to find.
Hidden amongst, the visions there.
Is my mind, so beware.
Dark is there, dying souls preside.
As I wade thru the tides, visions ov you are in my mind.
Destiny is the ebb tide, floating you to hide.
Reflecting upon ones life, we sail thru a wave ov dreams.
Crystal clear to me, is the luv that I see.
Let me dive into your heart, gentle serenities' touch.
Swimming within your soul, luving you so much.
Echoes ov your mind, makes you so easy to find.
Exultations ov the tide, puts different visions in your heart.
Luvs' find, reflected ov life's start.
Don't know ov your heart, what will the visions say.
Drowning within my heart, hesitates with souls to embark.
To breath again, luv sighs.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #432 on:** April 26, 2016, 12:20:23 am »

DREAM WALKERS

Let me speak ov you, the tenderness of your heart.
Feelings I have ov you, traveling thru time, our start.
Looking for my mind, in the pages ov history.
Time comprehends, with visions ov you that I see.
What is in my head,my heart doth rescue me.
Let me walk with you, thru your mind.
Getting to know you, and the beauty that I can see.
With your tender heart, iv the luving kind.
Sweet dreams luv, in your precious mind.
Take my hand, and walk with me.
Thru my lucid dreams, fun it will be, all the beautiful scenes.
Our dreams, can be time spent.
Deja Vu sweet dreams, years ov ole.
Oh so beautiful, and yet so bold.
Take my hand, the feelings that ripple thru.
Our luv that channels, with command.
Scenes that flow, thru your hold.
Visions persevere, ov our serenity at play.
Dreams caress our stay, sweet dreams come our way.
Dreamwalkers, ov our luv today.

EquineAnn · « **Reply #433 on:** April 26, 2016, 12:54:24 am »

I love your new poem. Thank you very much for sharing.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #434 on:** April 27, 2016, 06:27:54 pm »

Thank you lady Anne my dear friend. I hope I wont let you down.😚

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