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Post by dawness on Oct 15, 2006 11:29:53 GMT -6
daughters of lucifer's brides
they were angels once where
virtues spawned in courtyards of rituals
holy and steep.
then like eve, serpents juggle the apples red.
tempting, tasteful, tormenting.
drunk on bacchus' wine of
dark power and greed,
from jedi to vader
how quick can the luster turn from
moonrise to downfall.
that quick, that quick.
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Post by anirbas on Oct 15, 2006 11:31:30 GMT -6
tiptoes in...slips up behind both ladies, lightly taps a shoulder of each and whispers...
tag...you're both it...ggglgggl...and you can't tag me back cause i'm already...
phht...pop...nirgone...
*ooh-la-la...s'fir is getting in the spirit with us in here, yes, DG? ya'll got more?*
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Post by dawness on Oct 16, 2006 9:56:31 GMT -6
what! more?  sabs, i feel like a mythical seamstress threading every minute of the day. you rapunzel you.  |
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Post by anirbas on Oct 17, 2006 8:52:10 GMT -6
ah...i just remembered, DG...you never said what mythical figure you would be,
if you so chose...i'm curious...satisfy me with an answer, sweets...and you, too, S'fir...
whom or what would you be? i've changed my mind, DG...I don't wanna be a valkyrie when I grow up...LOL...I wanna be Cerebus...ggglgggl...
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Post by anirbas on Oct 17, 2006 8:57:04 GMT -6
of carbon and slowly
putrifying flesh
we are realisitically composed...
but myth and magic effuses our spirits...
the very breath of the universe instilled within us...
animating us to create new legends...
or to participate in the process
of birthing new heroes...
even as we grow closer
to the death,
we've been beating
feet towards,
since birth...
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Post by dawness on Oct 17, 2006 10:33:01 GMT -6
transformational, sabs... cerebrus?ok, but i thirst for your passion. me? oh dear, i don't know how long this will last, but can i be..... iris or ishtar??? i'm full of hope and love these days. or else.... |
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Post by dawness on Oct 18, 2006 5:08:53 GMT -6
fool, fool of love
diminished or stretched by
laughter that taunts the pain.
jester and clown,
smiles are hardened , yet
in the court of many kings
the clown's face pretends to play
and underplay the hurt
of wounds within
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 18, 2006 5:17:25 GMT -6
where lays my Knight in shining armour ?
is he not, riding on valiant stead
in great effort and admiration
too attend to this damsel in distress ?
or am I merely a foolish woman,
living in amongst the
mist of dragons and fairy tales ..
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Post by dawness on Oct 19, 2006 5:46:49 GMT -6
yes, soul... that is the wonder of myth. we look for princes who are really toads. |
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Post by anirbas on Oct 19, 2006 9:44:52 GMT -6
cacklegigglesnortchortlehehehehehehehe...shhhhhh...DG...don't let our princes and kings know we know whom they really are...as are not men, like us...as much prince as toad? or in our cases, princesses...ggglgggl...as long as they think we think they are at least half assed royalty...perhaps that illusion inspires them to act even more so, that way, stead of the bumpy skinned frogs they be on the flip side of illusion, reality...course, don't listen to me...
i firmly avow i don't know the first thing about men, princes, or toads...except they all burp, phart and snore uproariously louder and more than me...hehehehehehehehehehe...
blessed be and take care, folks! Nir
oh...oh...and forgot to say...throughly enjoyed the last two poetical postings, by the both of you...i know you got more, so i won't even ask...i shall simply say, bring it on...
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Post by dawness on Oct 23, 2006 1:34:07 GMT -6
yes, sabs... with all those sugar--coated words, velvet robes and warrior shields, these princes or knights are toads! till we kiss them lightly... they morph into men, real men we hope.... methinks of beauty and the beast. uh oh, let's hope the guys here don't read this, lOL. i'll have more.... boo, i said before you could, harharhar...
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Post by dawness on Oct 25, 2006 3:45:50 GMT -6
frog prince, i kissed you lightly and then, you turned into a man mightier than your own tree, alas! while garbed in suits of knights bellowing like winds of dusk, after midnight like cinderella grab your pumpkin, for soon, you will be the kermit i've always known. |
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Post by anirbas on Nov 11, 2006 22:16:33 GMT -6
Drat, ladies...Didn't mean to be ignoring this thread... Just slogging through a period, of physically feeling, I might be better off dead...NOT...EMPHATIC NOT... ggglgggl...Hmmmm...Let's see...Can I come up with a worthy offering for Aurora nee Isis' thread...It's be cold and off the cuff, DG...I come to the poetical feast table with an empty head, this evening...*t-he*...BTW...Enjoyed reading and giggling along with your last offering, Sapphire...  |
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Post by anirbas on Nov 11, 2006 22:33:39 GMT -6
yes, sabs... with all those sugar--coated words, velvet robes and warrior shields, these princes or knights are toads! till we kiss them lightly... they morph into men, real men we hope.... methinks of beauty and the beast. uh oh, let's hope the guys here don't read this, lOL. i'll have more.... boo, i said before you could, harharhar...
~*~
Of legends and myths
art these fairytales crafted and spun...
Once upon a time is the trailer...
The end, the last words...
Oft times, reality is stranger than fiction...
Behind the prince and princess theme;
or the emperor and empress,
as the case maybe...
Stood just a man...
Stood just a woman...
And nothing more...
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Post by soulfir3 on Nov 11, 2006 23:37:36 GMT -6
Bound by the harsh weave of string
fingers are bled,
with needle
and a sigh is heard above the racket
of the birds twittering
another blister of time appears
disgruntled groan,
as eyes peer into the seemingly
endless pile of straw
magical presence,
unfelt and unseen
as a vague golden haze
appears and straw disappears
reaching to touch -
the gold turns to dust
imprisoned princess,
left too clean up
~*~
Who or what would I be ? I'm not sure, but I think it would be YinLong the Winged Dragon.
He was believed to be a servent of Huang Di, who himself is believed to have been immortalised as a Dragon. They are the oldest of all the Dragons..
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Post by dawness on Nov 13, 2006 9:56:04 GMT -6
i find this fascinating. soul... any follow--up on dragons? share! |
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Post by anirbas on Nov 19, 2006 2:15:14 GMT -6
Ooh...oooh....Oooooh...DG...S'fir said the word...The magical word...Dragons... Don't know more than a thimble full of dragonlore...But, these mythical beasts, yes, yes, yes, I do so adore... ~*~ From the ring of shade thrown by the crowns of ash, oak, elm and willow, did step a maid of an indeterminate age, from a distance... Into the sunlit perimeter of a vert grassed glade... Clothed in a flowing gown of glowing emerald and a translucent, gossamer cloak of gold, hair of varigated strands of green, olive, peridot and saffron; eyes, that even from a far, burned red as hellfire... Hard embers of faceted ruby they were... This strange, possibly hell bred bitch, danced and spun her way across the glen, to where stood her more than one friend... Whereupon she winked at DG and rasped from the deepness of her recently aquired channeling Johnny Cash voice... "Got an extra ciggie on you, sweetie?" ggglgggl...dame pulling up severly lame, tonight, ladies... here, there, everywhere...LOL...but, i am...so, to you, i say, blessed be continually and ever dreaming of better days and better ways, as goes the old saying... sheesh...tell me to shut up, DG...near rambling.... i'm blaming the medicine ...or that's my story
and i'm sticking to it...ya'll poem on...
i'm history...nightie night...
Nir
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Post by dawness on Nov 21, 2006 13:20:49 GMT -6
aside from morpheus, sabs.... i think rip van winkle is your icon of the night and slumber ( any time of day) LOL... have a relaxing time
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Post by soulfir3 on Nov 22, 2006 20:53:29 GMT -6
with the cloud cloaked mountains
that the dragon's breath
loosely filtered in the air
and the watery moon light
lights the dank,
dreary surroundings of cave like hollows
rubies and pearls,
lining the smooth shallows
of cold mountain streams
dragon's wings spread open
batting away the dampness
from underneath
and with vast swoop,
downward draft descends,
above the cliffs,
over rocky outcliffs
the ever illusive dragon
sweeps,
beckoning the curious nature
of those standing below
ever wary eyes,
scanning cloudy outlines
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Post by dawness on Nov 23, 2006 11:10:22 GMT -6
i want to be your friend, dragon
it has been many moons that
your eyes pierce into my
palpitating heart,
never leaving a blink for me to
smile.
today, i look straight into your eyes and
i see that it's not me you want to
devour,
it's my fear of not
being able to slay my own
ghost.
for this alone,
i am now unafraid
you have tamed me,
finally , my friend.
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Post by anirbas on Jan 30, 2011 23:42:16 GMT -6
Oh, where art the Mistress of Legends and Myths?
She who once adorned the empty air with the ringing bells
of her lotused laughter? Ah, sweet Aurora, thou art missed
and missed, again. I beg of you, step from the shadows
and make your cypherical presence known once more...
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sabs, i feel like a mythical seamstress threading every minute of the day. you rapunzel you.
