Open Poetry #34 |
To The Victor, The Spoils |
Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Victorious, the spoils of war overflowing, consummate the vaulted prize...Standing before the throne, a memory kept inside. Whence doth the wilting heart rest in subtle murmur? Where rains have fallen on the weathered lands. Where long the breath is held freely...as noble one man stands. Wilt not the voice of courage, the shouted proclaim be heard. The cry of one’s last victory....beyond the grail in word. For in the hour of darkness, when moons do crease the stars, When comets burn most brightly....far yon the warrior Mars. Thence I say it is, as shoal waters wait the weary traveler. For in the short of hours, when laughter rings an ear....a warrior never cowers though sadness brings a tear. |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
OhMagnus~ This ... 'in the short of hours' ... rings out to me~ And ... I listen~ Thank you~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This makes me want to ask the spirits that wander fields, what did the warrior think of in the dark short of night... well done, sir... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Barry your writing is beyond compare. Thank you for this well written piece sir. Hugs~Nancy ~Autumn..the year's last, loveliest smile.~ |
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