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The Thief

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PoeticKnight
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0 posted 03-12-2001 03:26 PM       View Profile for PoeticKnight   Email PoeticKnight   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for PoeticKnight

The thief stole through the house under cover of darkness
As if propelled by some singular purpose
Determined look in his eye, his purpose bound
Searching with his senses as some hunting hound
The master, awakened from fitful sleep
Of dreams of riches to fill his greed
A man of glutton and unsurpassable wealth
He made his way down the stairs by stealth
Thief! Thief! His possessions cried out in fear
As the master, with shaking limbs came near
A sword in hand, malice in his heart
Searching for all his bulging eyes could report
When all at once from behind he is surprised
Subdued somehow right before his pleading eyes
‘Name any treasure thy heart desires,
for my life, I ransom all before Hell’s fires.
Take for thyself whatever fancies thee,
if that you would spare my life, and a coin or three.’

And the thief, long did gaze steadfast
Until an eternity it seemed had passed
Low and measured breath he did intake
And upon his knee, his sword did he break
With reproachful voice to heighten his brooding features
He began to address the weak and weary creature
‘You name not that which should be treasured above,
all things of earthly sum, that which others call love.
She rests in peaceful sleep though your thoughts do not turn
to her in fear of life, nay, for only gold does your heart burn.
Fear not, thy master of mortal riches, I shall let you live.
For she is something I could not take, nor could you give.’
© Copyright 2001 J.M. Landry - All Rights Reserved
serenity blaze
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1 posted 03-12-2001 03:28 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Made me cry.
Janet Marie
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2 posted 03-12-2001 04:00 PM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

When all at once from behind he is surprised
Subdued somehow right before his pleading eyes
‘Name any treasure thy heart desires,
for my life, I ransom all before Hell’s fires.
Take for thyself whatever fancies thee,
if that you would spare my life, and a coin or three.’

And the thief, long did gaze steadfast
Until an eternity it seemed had passed
Low and measured breath he did intake
And upon his knee, his sword did he break
With reproachful voice to heighten his brooding features
He began to address the weak and weary creature
‘You name not that which should be treasured above,
all things of earthly sum, that which others call love.
She rests in peaceful sleep though your thoughts do not turn
to her in fear of life, nay, for only gold does your heart burn.
Fear not, thy master of mortal riches, I shall let you live.
For she is something I could not take, nor could you give.’
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oh I do so enjoy and respect the way your poetic mind works ...
VERY COOL PK....
the perfect rhyme& cadence along with the language, vocab and the poetic phrasing in your verse is superb.
this is even more amazing when read aloud.

"Name any treasure thy heart desires,
for my life, I ransom all before Hell’s fires."

what a cool line that tis
and the phrases in this gift of verse....


"‘You name not that which should be treasured above,
all things of earthly sum, that which others call love.
She rests in peaceful sleep though your thoughts do not turn
to her in fear of life, nay, for only gold does your heart burn."

Excellence from you pen poet sir...once again

Sprayed across my heart and hers
Danced butterflies in the wild
This angel, this woman ,
who loves me with the innocence of a child.
~DeVante~
PoeticKnight
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3 posted 03-12-2001 04:23 PM       View Profile for PoeticKnight   Email PoeticKnight   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for PoeticKnight

Thank you...serenity oh man, don't cry *S*.

JM, you appreciate my poetry more than anyone, thank you so much.
nakdthoughts
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4 posted 03-12-2001 05:18 PM       View Profile for nakdthoughts   Email nakdthoughts   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for nakdthoughts

loved it...befitting for any Lady to read *s

~Wynter


"The worst prison would be a closed heart".
...Pope John Paul II


PoeticKnight
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5 posted 03-12-2001 06:04 PM       View Profile for PoeticKnight   Email PoeticKnight   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for PoeticKnight

And you graced me with your reply...thanks, my Lady.
PoeticKnight
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6 posted 03-13-2001 09:52 AM       View Profile for PoeticKnight   Email PoeticKnight   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for PoeticKnight

And thanks to everyone for reading...
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