Harry - pipTalk Forums

How to Join	Member's Area	Private Library	Search	Sanctuary		Login
Main Forums	Discussion	Tech Talk	Mature Content	Archives	A home without a wall, Our haven without ends, A circle we all call Our Family of Friends!

Open Poetry #47

Harry

Huan Yi
Member Ascendant

since 2004-10-12

Posts 6688
Waukegan

0 posted 2011-07-14 05:24 PM

.

An old horse

In rusted armor
It doesn’t matter

I am
Well aware
What my
Chances are

A man
May choose
To nudge
The die

Enhance
An outcome’s
Certainty
The path
That will
Take him
Home

The horizon line
Is red with fire
With crimson blood
I see the dragon’s eyes

Let us go again
And have it know
Despite the years
Our hearts are still

Warriors
For the working day

.

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

1 posted 2011-07-15 12:05 PM

"It doesn’t matter

I am
Well aware
What my
Chances are"

this hurts my eyes

but yeah, I guess we all know about chances

Huan Yi
Member Ascendant

since 2004-10-12

Posts 6688
Waukegan

2 posted 2011-07-15 11:23 AM

.

“Let me speak proudly: tell the constable
We are but warriors for the working-day;
Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirch'd
With rainy marching in the painful field;
There's not a piece of feather in our host--
Good argument, I hope, we will not fly--
And time hath worn us into slovenry:
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim”

Thanks for reading

John

.

Juju
Member Elite

since 2003-12-29

Posts 3429
In your dreams

3 posted 2011-07-15 09:32 PM

I like this one alot.

	⇧ top of page ⇧
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format.