 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
Writings and Quotes
Visitors Gallary
Song Lyrics
Dedications
Artwork
Various IllustrationsMidis
MusicMore MidismusicMidi Links|
|
| Visitors Gallary |
| ||||||
| So my lady, show favor indeed and grace my screen With thyne own image. So to my minds eye be blessed and near to be forgot. So on nights of lonely torment your form Will touch my heart warm and serene. and as time passes forth to bring forth Mercury's domain I shall indeed know you by sight as well as by name. Opps The Prose ----------------- Poem For A Princess I can see you seated with your father on one side and Sir Bastarlot (ugly german knight) your unwanted fiancee on the other. The room is all motion and smells, grunting guests ripping at hunks of meat. and slapping at wanton women, gaphufs, sqweels, bleaches, roving dogs, snapping at tid bits, vague figures dancing. Jugglers, contortionists, all battleing for attention and good favor. and you your head bent in such a way as to give no grace to either, Father or night, hair flowing over tear strained eyes. Suddenly from high above the cacophony your ears hear a painfull voice, a strange sound not heard before, a driving rhythmic. Warmth, almost sexual, light and intense at the same time. Your heart beats faster and you for a moment are both puzzled and enthralled, you gaze through the haze of smells that are so thick, to have substance, and there almost missed, as if a narrow channel had been forged, the air clean and fresh a figure head down, body slouched aginst her pillar. Hands moving efortlessly, man and lute as one, and as you see the sound becomes the only one to carry your ears, and slowly transfixed, you part your hair from hidden sorrow and as your eyes rise to view the strangers head as if by gods puppett strings, keeps perfect time and tilts it too and hair falls back his eyes as yours are met in view... and if fire itself on it's hottest day could take the forest as mare play and burn the very earth and rival the sun in fierce full heat.... twould still be as like to ice as was the flame that first glance drew. Nicholas Meaker, nfnl4821@naples.net My love has gone away I long for the day that She will come back to me. My spirit is going up to God. I prey that My life was good a just. My brain and life will soon bust. In short live life to the fullest. N/A Do you have a poem that you would like to submit? Just send your name, along with your email address and the poetry that you would like to be displayed to the address below. I will get back to you A/S/A/P. Thanks, Wendy R. Foss |
| G.A. |
 Sign Guestbook |
 View Guestbook |
|
. |
| Visitors: 02069 |