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Post by Arayel Montclaire on Sept 30, 2003 0:51:32 GMT -5
Well I'm not entirely certain what I'm going to do with this. it may stay a one time poem, or mayhaps I will write when inspiration strikes me. *shrugs* we shall see. But if it does become more than one poem there won't be any particular theme thus the thread title "random musings". Anyway here goes, enjoy....
I stand alone white sand 'neath bare feet hair toussled by the breeze salt tang biting the air I look abroad sea sparkles like diamond mist mournful sea birds call resounds ocean waves echo off the cliffs I close my eyes listen as the sea she calls me soft taunting melody on the wind restless longing etched upon my soul I will leave this place wind in my sails driving me forth following each new horizon to the next freedom at last found on oceans swell
(btw don't be afraid to tell me what you really think. Tis one of those off the wall I have no clue what I'm writing moments, and constructive criticizm is appreciated)
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Sept 30, 2003 13:18:58 GMT -5
:Cheers and orders more rum while shouting for a encore:
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Post by Arayel Montclaire on Sept 30, 2003 23:58:40 GMT -5
*smiles* Well if ye insist, perhaps I'll post a couple more. Some things I've already got written out.
Velvet blackness envelloping soft and welcoming quiet peace abounds Diamond sparkles sprinkled across inky blackness providing contrast between light and dark Silver sphere hanging providing a soft glow making all luminous The night is for contemplation quiet thought and meaningful dreams lending itself to restful meditations beneath golden starglow and silver moonbeams
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Post by Arayel Montclaire on Oct 1, 2003 0:01:55 GMT -5
Night's Magick
The evening sky wraps around me enveloping me in a blanket of soft, warm velvet. The stars twinkle about me like shimmering gems studded against the blanket of the night. The moon’s pale light shines over the landscape transforming the world into a magickal place where any and everything is possible. And as the night’s magick embraces me, the day is a long forgotten memory, never to be thought of again.
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Post by Arayel Montclaire on Oct 1, 2003 19:16:12 GMT -5
*grins as inspiration suddenly hits her upside the head* THe first line of this poem just sort off popped up out of no where, so I went with it
Faded twighlight follows day as sun sets slowly o'er the bay Songbirds sing sweet melody weaving intricate harmonies the moon she rises silver bright and dusk sinks slowly into night The stars, they peek, through velvet sky as butterflies flit, and flutterby Whilst crickets sing their chirping tune in this warm summers eve mid June As bullfrogs begin deep throated songs it seems all nature sings along I sit and sigh in contented peace listinging to the music sung on the breeze
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Post by Arayel Montclaire on Oct 3, 2003 0:17:26 GMT -5
I sit in quiet loneliness I walk my dreams alone I sing my saddened melodies in silent mornful tones I look up to the dark nights sky and think on where I've been and places that are ahead of me that have yet to be seen I sit in quiet loneliness as I review my life though not without remorse and pain that cuts you like a knife also not without it joys and cares and loving thoughtful friends who've always stayed and seen me through until the bitter end I sit in quiet loneliness a smile comes on my face as relization sets in quick that my life shines through with grace For all the bitter memories that ever haunt my time are nothing in comparison to love and dreams sublime
*blinks* I have NO clue where that one came from...
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Oct 6, 2003 18:34:41 GMT -5
:sits in awed stupor waiting for more poems to arrive:
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Post by Arayel Montclaire on Oct 6, 2003 18:43:44 GMT -5
*blinks and blushes* You oh astounding poet that you are I have left in an awed stupor?
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Oct 6, 2003 18:48:06 GMT -5
:nods and continues stupor like state:
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Post by Arayel Montclaire on Oct 7, 2003 2:25:15 GMT -5
Well then, I know not who I am to dissapoint. If ye wan't more poetry then more ye shall have *smiles and blushes once more*
We start out our lives in the youth of spring And being alive seems oh so simple a thing with flowers a blossom and song in the air we travel through life with narry a care And then we mature into summers bliss Life filled with wonderments such as loves first kiss Tis when the blossom comes to full bloom we walk blindly forward not heeding the gloom Then fall comes to catch us and summers color fades into soft hues of golden and twighlight shades of grey the blossom it withers the gloom slowly it creeps the cold comes to nip us into our souls it seeps At last comes the winter that dreaded cold blight white landscape reflecting stark moon in the night The dread overcomes us it's touch chills the heart the blossom it fades now and this world departs So such are the seasons lifes beginning and end Hearts they may be broken Souls may need to mend Laughter most joyus may ring on the breeze Or sadness could shatter us and bring us down to our knees
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Post by Arayel Montclaire on Oct 7, 2003 23:42:13 GMT -5
For Estel
Your life you feel is empty so cold and all alone And heartaches bitter torment has chilled you to the bone You've lost the means for feeling lost love and all it's light And I tell you know I pray I had the means to make it right I wish nothing less for you than shelter from the bitterness and pain So it may take away your sadness so it never comes again So I do the best I can my friend with gestures, words and care To let you know I'll listen and that I will be there.
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Post by Arayel Montclaire on Oct 17, 2003 3:07:04 GMT -5
*one notes one finds inspiration in the oddest of times*
In early morn before the dawn A maid she wandered through the mists Her soul in sorrow burried long her heart devoid of any bliss Once love and light shone from her eyes and happiness was in her song Though self same love was her demise and now in bitterness she’s suffered long She walked the earth a shadowed wraith a ghost of her former beauty past her suffering replaced her faith Forlorn, she wished for peace at last And so she passed on white sanded beach Where Elven eyes alone could see, and eagles wings alone can reach her place of rest and harmony So like a puff of smoke she’s gone, to places mortals fear to tread. her spirit seeking truth so long has flown away her light is dead
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Oct 20, 2003 20:39:02 GMT -5
:cheers:
Thank you my friend...thank you for writing that...it was very sweet of you....
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Post by Arayel Montclaire on Oct 20, 2003 23:26:19 GMT -5
*smiles and nods* You are most welcome, as I said one writes what is on ones mind at the time. *notes was written shortly after reading you own "hollowed out"* One also wishes to note, that one often sincerely means what one writes.
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Post by Arayel Montclaire on Nov 9, 2003 3:02:17 GMT -5
Soft luminence settles about the landscape creating a near ethereal glow upon trees and brush As diamond pinpricks sparkle in the sky like fireflies and Tilion rides his chariot o’er head in the night driving away the inky blackness that would otherwise consume the quite surroundings And a figure wanders through the stillness alone, not daring to break the spell that has been cast The rushing sound of a stream breaks through the pall and the moons light reflects off the swiftly moving water as she wades into the shallow depths Chill eddies swirling about her unshod feet She stands for a moment as the water rushes about her ankles Basking in the soft glow of silver light, reflecting from her white and grey raimnment before moving off once more into the deathly still night as silent as a wraith, for such she is what she be, doomed ever to repeat this process night after night Searching always for her lost love in the night.
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