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Post by drakkoby on Apr 13, 2007 20:52:36 GMT -6
it is the blue of shadowed eyes
that shows you a sword
gleaming mirrored souls we have
tossed with orange flame
and the thump of hooves
the swirl of women's robes
the bite of holy incense
did we grin at the red of wounds?
did our hearts ache with excitement?
ah that was long ago
blue as the simple flowers on moorland
not this shadowed gloom
this word-freezing guilt looking about
slaughter is the lesson of today
even a child's hand hacked off,
though we spared her doll
fall sick to our knees and heave away
they will not revive
the captain snarls, smacks our heads with a rough fist
"RIDE YOU KNAVES!" he shouts
and so we do...
shadowed blue with new guilt
tossed with orange flame
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Post by Sam on Apr 13, 2007 21:24:43 GMT -6
Damn! You are good!
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Apr 13, 2007 22:22:03 GMT -6
the captain snarls, smacks our heads with a rough fist
"RIDE YOU KNAVES!" he shouts
and so we do...
shadowed blue with new guilt
tossed with orange flame"
~fragmentationing of Drakkonian verisificationing.
*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! YES! YES! YES!*
Love everything you write, but,
you know I've been waiting
for you to grace this
particular board with your offerings...
Well worth the wait...Now...Got more, nephew?
I loved this offering, Drak...Just did! Scrolling back
up for my third re-read...Double dratted stellar
writing, I forgot to say in my wordy effusing...
Nir.
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Post by drakkoby on Apr 15, 2007 10:52:41 GMT -6
thanks!  |
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Post by anirbas on Apr 15, 2007 10:56:57 GMT -6
You're very welcome!!!! Thrilled to have your work here! I just am. Sabrina.
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Post by anirbas on Apr 18, 2007 21:19:15 GMT -6
note to Drak: you simply must read The Wer...you shall love it! Nir.
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 6, 2007 7:22:57 GMT -6
This is great...I so enjoyed it...
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Post by drakkoby on Aug 7, 2007 2:42:34 GMT -6
the rain has soaked my horse
and runs across brown hide like clear lace
woven by Belgians
and all appears so sharp, so precise
I can almost see a leaf tremble as the men cough
I shrug to ease the wet armour that bites the shoulders
heavy in sun, heavier in rain
put damp boots with spreading stains
to horse
spurring and galloping and the mud sucks resentfully
and springs off in ungainly splats
God save England if we must fight tonight!
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Post by anirbas on Aug 7, 2007 6:45:43 GMT -6
[sound of delighted clapping] a poetical epical? you've started an epical? can't wait
for the next installment, but, I bet I do!!!!! ggglgggl
always loved your poetical stories, cause I just do.
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Post by drakkoby on Sept 2, 2007 16:42:26 GMT -6
What's this?
A message of one sequined glove
black as night
rubies tracing arabesques
Milady you play a dangerous game
Your husband the Count of Burgundy
Your business loyalty
But never an English mercenary captain...
What's afoot? I wonder, and wipe one ungracious sleeve
across my nose, snuffling in the rain
horses whinny
sentries clink their dinner daggers
So do I ride cross enemy lines for this vixen?
By Our Lady, of course!
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Post by anirbas on Sept 3, 2007 19:27:21 GMT -6
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Post by Sam on Oct 25, 2007 11:35:50 GMT -6
Move over!! Here, want a Milk Dud?  SAM |
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Post by anirbas on Feb 17, 2011 20:47:42 GMT -6
I've admired this young man's works for several years, now. Also, bumping it back to the "front page" that any new readers may enjoy it.
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Post by anirbas on Jan 5, 2018 14:42:57 GMT -6
Bump.
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