Sweet Amber RoseDear darling lass, my little Amber Rose Who stands amidst pale lilies that life grows, A brazen blaze of fire burning bright Surrounded by bright buds of purest white: ‘Tis love of others that you best define And all who know this feel your warmth of heart, More bright than stars in blackest night you shine To lead us through such darkness we can’t chart. Of all one knows so few could be as kind, And humble though you are, you’re strong of mind. Our broken hearts you always seem to patch, So deftly place the pieces that they match And by your gentle hand are melded back &Sweet Amber Rose
The Master Of The WordNo greater warrior the world has seen Than he whose weapon is his tongue and mind, A Master of the Word whose knowlege teems Of present and the past we've left behind. His only soveriegn Lord is Reason's Eye; 'Gainst fallacy that armors those uncouth He raises silver blade to part the sky And cuts the veil which hides them from the truth. With knowlege arm thy mind, and wisdom true, Let logic armor all your arguements, Attempt each day to learn and think anew Ignoring all of falsehood's evil hints. And Master of the Word, before we part, Remember love takes mind, buThe Master Of The Word
Breakfast With Belgius Bary anAmidst giving some history books a look, The small print terribly hurting his eyes, A nap is what ancient Belgius took. His snout didst lie within his fall pie Till Theophilous came in and shook A bell when the sun reached sky high.Breakfast With Belgius Bary an
“A lovelye daye yt ys, thys morn,” Theo said, shuffling manuscript sheets. Belgius’ snort sounded as a fog horn, “Blast your confounded, archaic speech! And be careful, lest those pages be torn And float down to the briny beach.”
“Mayhap some tea wilt ayde thee, friend, To steale awaye thy mentale ayls,” Theophilous s
Ballad of the Captains' ChargeThe captains stood on Glory’s bow ‘Midst Hide’s masts and Blackship’s prow, Watching rays of golden sun As arrows flew to the beat of drums.Ballad of the Captains' Charge
The arrows flew through sky like hail, So thick, the sun it tried to veil, And sails of ships began to rip While beasts that ran, the arrows tripped.
The crews became demoralized, Lives flashing then before their eyes, And, holding those of whom they loved, The arrows continued up above.
As vermin gathered on the pier, To harbor came the Galleon Skeered, Joining brethren in their war Against tho
Devious Journal Entry
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...By this sence of pain, man deduces he is alive... - Franze Kafka 'The Trial'
~T-U-R-N-I-P The Unified Rhymers Napiform Institution of Poetry (and "napiform" IS a real word!)
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*sweats and SD runs off*
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