__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
In that I hope I starve to death before I ever have to read any of your crap poetry ever again. Ever.
That means it's really good.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
A plot of green, besieged by grim gray.
Crowned with rainbow ecstasy; color euphoria.
Spiraling soldiers keep death at bay.
Center stage-there kneeling-one epic flower.
Curled and bowing, in emerald shields.
Slow consumption of death; biting evil.
The mignificat wither with their fading color.
The spiraling soldiers once adamant with vibrancy.
Zealots now shriveling in their own temporal passion.
Now at once the final guard has fallen.
The darkness withdraws; one final wave of defeat.
Slowly--now forcefully, quickly, overwhelming brilliancy
Colors of all realms pierce this darkening monster.
This humble squire of jade has become a gallant knight of gold.
All the colors now share in his yellow vivacity.
The grey is now but the embroider of this empire.
Where now the knight; king to this humble kingdom,
Rests his heavy head. Now the people rule alone.
When the darkness rises up once more to over take this place;
He will rise again to set it down.
Thank-you very much KoB. That was a lovely poetic trek through the Kingdom of the Flower.
The first poem I have ever written in six months, sloppy it is. Yet I enjoyed writing it.
Enjoy!
Time's Passage
The rush day onto end; When'st
The clang of blades in a moon-lit valley
Echoes this silvery flame that spread across their eyes;
Upon which the glint of malice
Found only in ones smile, does not falter
Times passage.
It watches without seeing, the world
Below nowt know its place upon the sloping
Tangent of the clock; a clock on which the growth
Of life, and death continues uninterred to its
Cycle of livery
Passing. Through such eyes as those brave
And haughty armies of men; onto which only
The hand of a God, so noble and just may cause blossum
In such our hearts and minds- flowers of
The valley- yet, time doesn't pay heed. It
Knows not of the plight to find happiness in life
It only knows the way forward.
And following upon this passage; a stray dog
Are we led.
-Kevin Traynor
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A long time have I waited for this, my little green friend!
Last edited by Jedireaper on Apr 18th, 2009 at 04:53 PM
The Title is ironic Time's Passage-A redux Three moons and three still smiles in pallid black.
A valley of rock and shadow, a broken wisp of light and grass.
Winds blow sickles and twirling scythes across plains; into man’s rolling hills.
And mountains of rock and fatigue laden the face with death.
A fire great and bright explodes in the granules of time and space.
Hurling across no scene with epicures of silence, nor songs of stillness.
Vibrant scenes in singular moments revivify immortal elements,
And death to those who see only a speck of light.
Grandeur gropes against an opaque glass.
And heat adds fog into the cold.
Clicking noises for a soundless clock,
Seconds don’t exist were two arms steal
And leave the rest for dead.
Swing in moments; life sways off in seconds.
Rocking chairs cradle death to bed.
Where sleeping children here the ringing bells,
And lift their head to hear the sobbing lambs.
And trees break bark to protect the bending seas,
Of man’s dissolution and death’s bed.
Mark the bells and mark the clocks with stone.
Mark the world and let the seas stand still.
Hold the leaves below the bending stocks,
And tell the flowers to send their budding home.
Where oft the time to hear a passing grain,
When through the center present is made and killed,
It comes in whispers and leaves with pallid lips of black.
With morbid mourning monstrous cries and moaning.
And three moons set into the night.
And the trees break bark and the bending sea stands still,
And the insignificant existence of one grain of sand,
Falls upon the pile of countless others before.
With equal significance and value.
Life, continue own through death, and death through time’s passage.
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Last edited by King of Blades on May 16th, 2009 at 08:45 AM
It has been a very very long time (over a year infact) and for that I apologise. So as a welcome return for me, and along with the one who has captured my heart; I dedicate this poem. Not the best poem in the world, certainly not my best, but here I go; back into the world of prose.
I Love You
My emotions swirl up from within me;
Coalescing outward towards you,
Gently touching you and enveloping you.
These feelings I have for you;
Reaching out and binding you to me,
Letting you shine into the darkest parts of my heart. I love you.
I take you by the hand;
Not a care for the distance between us,
Only that you are there, that you exist.
I let my feelings carry you;
Letting you light up my soul,
Bringing joy to my heart. I love you.
We travel through my soul together;
You, the light guiding our way,
Showing you the swirling mists of my love.
My hand gently caresses your cheek;
"Shall we go, my Love?" I ask,
I kiss you longingly, our lips in contact. "I love you."
-Kevin Traynor
For you Helen, I will love you forever and always. xx
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A long time have I waited for this, my little green friend!
Thank you very much ~Bun Bun~, nice to receive a comment or two. This poem actually, to be honest, came to my while I was working on another poem. It literally just popped into my head.
Another one, about a dream I had about bread, a giant chicken called Florence, a fence that I was painting red, and a garden shed with a house inside it covered in rose petals.... The last line I added for the heck of it.
Strange Dream
My face spins around me in red;
In this house that is built on bread,
Within a rose petal'd garden shed,
Atop a giant chicken with a tiny head.
Yes this dream makes no sense;
Yes I know I am red painting a fence,
And atop a giant chicken called Florence!
And no! My name is not Lawrence!
-Kevin Traynor (and what an odd dream that was)
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A long time have I waited for this, my little green friend!
Last edited by Jedireaper on Jul 24th, 2010 at 02:14 AM
Years tick by; and Legends
Both young and old, have
Passed through our commune.
Heralded by the memories;
Stories and rumours.
One quote or another.
In time they have gone.
Forgotten. Locked away in
Archives of the past.
And Yet;
There is hope.
New Legends are born;
Joining the ranks of those few
Privileged. Because
In our own rights;
We all, are
Legends.
-Kevin Traynor (Jedireaper)
By the time I finished this peom, I think it had changed almost completely. A rather ugly reentry for me.
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A long time have I waited for this, my little green friend!
Last edited by Jedireaper on Jul 6th, 2011 at 11:59 PM
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Jan 21st, 2009 03:42 PM
that was cool! I'm all into the surreal 
