Submissions by arbelos
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jun 2014 4:02pm
4th Jun 2014 4:02pm
cats - esperanto
Tie estas reĝo de fora regno
kie la katoj ludas la plejparto de la nokto
kaj dormas dum la plejparto de la tago,
kaj ĉiuj katoj estas liaj favoritos, sed precipe tri mi memoras:
unu nigran, unu blanka kaj unu griza.
kie la katoj ludas la plejparto de la nokto
kaj dormas dum la plejparto de la tago,
kaj ĉiuj katoj estas liaj favoritos, sed precipe tri mi memoras:
unu nigran, unu blanka kaj unu griza.
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ANGER POEM
Published
27th May 2013 10:26am
27th May 2013 10:26am
ASHES
in a war zone
the flash of flame flares eager and glaring,
sears the quiet sky.
the smoke is soon gone and drifts as the wind wills
the ashes are cold and linger
but are finally wind-driven too
and scatter into dust that spills
and flies and lies invisible in ev'ry place
yet dust bears seeds that grow to grace
perhaps to flowers to adorn a young bride's face
and soon, so soon helps us forget
for now, at least
the flash of flame flares eager and glaring,
sears the quiet sky.
the smoke is soon gone and drifts as the wind wills
the ashes are cold and linger
but are finally wind-driven too
and scatter into dust that spills
and flies and lies invisible in ev'ry place
yet dust bears seeds that grow to grace
perhaps to flowers to adorn a young bride's face
and soon, so soon helps us forget
for now, at least
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Dec 2012 8:34am
1st Dec 2012 8:34am
she said
she said
if we do it
it has to mean something
and
I said
if your father finds out it'll mean I'll be in right shit
anyway
we did
and
he did
and
I was
if we do it
it has to mean something
and
I said
if your father finds out it'll mean I'll be in right shit
anyway
we did
and
he did
and
I was
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SONG LYRICS
Published
27th Nov 2012 11:55pm
27th Nov 2012 11:55pm
the night
O let me share the night with you
so dark
with just a candle flame twinned in the mirror
and secrets whisper as though this the first time were
for so it is, yet not
In sigh-soft breeze your curtains shift but scarce at all
Love helps us find a way, for there are many,
yet no way to lost
for to be lost in love is what we seek and are
After a while the candle dims and quickly out
and nothing now to see except I lie awake and watch your pale body sleep
twinned in the mirror
so dark
with just a candle flame twinned in the mirror
and secrets whisper as though this the first time were
for so it is, yet not
In sigh-soft breeze your curtains shift but scarce at all
Love helps us find a way, for there are many,
yet no way to lost
for to be lost in love is what we seek and are
After a while the candle dims and quickly out
and nothing now to see except I lie awake and watch your pale body sleep
twinned in the mirror
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Nov 2012 11:25pm
27th Nov 2012 11:25pm
patience
My Lady Patience hath a wondrous patience all her own,
chooseth she not to haste, so moderate she and still when a moment all in stillness doth become so that it lingers, so soft that even birds their scatt'ring flight will pause and gather to her side and sing, so sweet a thing is lovely then to see, and she is all the cause.
Sometimes it seems that e'en the scented day ever so eager to haste away will choice to stay,
for her alone, I think.
And what of loving night, whose fast embrace doth lovers' moments chase before it, so those longing hours all seem to haste; and...
chooseth she not to haste, so moderate she and still when a moment all in stillness doth become so that it lingers, so soft that even birds their scatt'ring flight will pause and gather to her side and sing, so sweet a thing is lovely then to see, and she is all the cause.
Sometimes it seems that e'en the scented day ever so eager to haste away will choice to stay,
for her alone, I think.
And what of loving night, whose fast embrace doth lovers' moments chase before it, so those longing hours all seem to haste; and...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th May 2012 1:09pm
7th May 2012 1:09pm
AUNTIE JULIA
AUNTIE JULIA’S ACTING PECULIAR
WE REALLY DON’T KNOW WHY…
SHE SITS ALL DAY IN THE EMPTY BATH AND SINGS: ‘THE SKY THE SKY
THE
SKY THE
SKY THE SKY…’
WE REALLY DON’T KNOW WHY…
SHE SITS ALL DAY IN THE EMPTY BATH AND SINGS: ‘THE SKY THE SKY
THE
SKY THE
SKY THE SKY…’
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th May 2012 4:06pm
6th May 2012 4:06pm
cottages
And there were cottages which had come out into the festive air and danced together, then paused for breath and had stood still in amazement ever since; or so it seemed.
The sweet perfume of may and maybe jasmine wafted all about and the fragrant wood-smoke from many chimneys mingled there, the trees their nodding tops bowed, and curtsied in endless courtesy and there became almost a fairy glade.
The stranger stood entranced, the soft still silent scented scene played before his gaze; and far, far beyond, the whistle of a shepherd to his dog was all the sound there was, except...
The sweet perfume of may and maybe jasmine wafted all about and the fragrant wood-smoke from many chimneys mingled there, the trees their nodding tops bowed, and curtsied in endless courtesy and there became almost a fairy glade.
The stranger stood entranced, the soft still silent scented scene played before his gaze; and far, far beyond, the whistle of a shepherd to his dog was all the sound there was, except...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th May 2012 11:28am
5th May 2012 11:28am
the willow pattern
The story of the Willow Pattern.
Look at the plate, look into an age long past,
and see where a tender love unto death remained steadfast,
and how beyond death the thread of love still weaves,
in a mist-hush't autumn as the willow sheds its leaves.
To the right, a lordly mandarin's country seat, before this a small pavilion, and behind an orange tree, and next a peach-tree in full bearing sweet.
The willow tree at one end of the bridge, and the humble cottage of the gardener at the other.
And to the right and above see an island with a chalet thereupon....
Look at the plate, look into an age long past,
and see where a tender love unto death remained steadfast,
and how beyond death the thread of love still weaves,
in a mist-hush't autumn as the willow sheds its leaves.
To the right, a lordly mandarin's country seat, before this a small pavilion, and behind an orange tree, and next a peach-tree in full bearing sweet.
The willow tree at one end of the bridge, and the humble cottage of the gardener at the other.
And to the right and above see an island with a chalet thereupon....
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