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 Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 11:40 am
Church and State
To avoid persecution,
the cowards name names.
The rest flee to the shadows
away from the flames.
It's by their officials
that the people are misled.
With every lie told,
their prejudice is fed.
The righteous burn with fury
while the ignorant live in fear.
Both despise those heathens
and all that they hold dear.
Now everyone who stands apart
scrambles to give reasons
for this promises to be the best
of witch-hunting seasons.
Neighbor accuses neighbor
and friend accuses friend.
Family points to family.
The cycle has no end.
As the unseen evil spreads,
towns on themselves turn.
No matter what the cost,
all heresy will burn.
I don't like this poem as much as some of my others, but this one certainly does let you know where I stand. xd
I'm really not against religion. I just don't think it should have much of a place in state affairs.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 12:09 pm
Satyr's Song
On Beltane morning
at the start of May
they gathered in the oak grove
to hear the satyr play.
Dryads left their trees today
and human wizards traveled realms
just for a chance to see
the one who always overwhelms.
Some had been waiting
around here for days.
The mood in the air
was an electric haze.
The light early sun
shone down on the band
whose music turned the grove
into a wonderland.
A mage and a druid
on the drums and the bass
each wore a lavish costume
and a sly smile on his face.
That elf on the bongos
just played like a star.
The satyr moved madly
and strummed a guitar.
That silly, strange creature
strutted with glee.
He spun and hopped with such
grace and absurdity.
His hair was endless
twirls and whirls
of dark and wild
corkscrew curls.
The satyr's voice
ran smooth and high.
It trembled low,
floated off in the sky.
He sang of love and lore,
of long forgotten years.
The sound and the sight of him
brought admirers to tears.
The band played 'til the sun
gave way to the moon.
The satyr said good-night
causing every nymph to swoon.
He'd sung like an angel
and screamed like a hawk.
He'd made the entire
woodland rock.
Anyone who gets the referances wins a cookie!
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 10:54 am
I love Satyr's Song. I like your less serious work. You should post more.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 12:51 pm
I agree;
I love the second one.<3
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 1:06 pm
Thanks, both of you! I'll post a few more soon.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 2:05 am
Signals
Fear not, Children of the Garden,
if what falls from the skies tonight
calls out to you.
For you are the Chosen
and she is the saint
of the Lost and the Leper and the Star.
This was actually the description I wrote for an avi I entered in the arena once, but I thought it sounded kind of cool so I kept it. biggrin
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 12:39 pm
The Siren
The gleam in her eye
that grows brighter with time
betrays her as it tells of her crime
She met a boy
of youth and light
who descended to Earth one dark night
He was delicate
gentle and shy
She lured him over with a song and a sigh
She said that she loved him
and he believed
How soon he found himself deceived
She ripped into
his bleeding heart
Tore shining flesh and bone apart
Now the angels's wings
are layed to rest
and his innocence was her conquest
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