"You know only A heap of broken images where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding ahead of you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust"
Actually, you didn't waste my time at all. I really enjoyed reading that one again. Besides, it's always nice to find out about poems that other people like.
Ah. An amusing poem you've posted above. I'm one who prefers the poetry of olden times, though-- epic poetry, mostly.
When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end The goddess descends from the sky Wings of light and dark spread afar She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting.
Personally, I prefer it recited as all epic poetry should be. But reading does not make for a poor subsitute. Sometimes it is in the reading that some poems become more beautiful.
I shall then pick up from after the prolouge.
Act one.
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess We seek it thus, and take to the sky Ripples form on the water’s surface The wandering soul knows no rest.
Act two.
There is no hate, only joy For you are beloved by the goddess Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul Pride is lost Wings stripped away, the end is nigh
Act three.
My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow No matter where the winds may blow
My friend, your desire Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess
Even if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my return
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"You know only
A heap of broken images where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding ahead of you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust"
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A merman bold,
Sitting alone
Singing alone
Under the sea,
With a crown of gold,
On a throne?
The rest is a little sillier...
And I like the one you posted, too.
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I also like this one.
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When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end
The goddess descends from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting.
Loveless. Prolouge. An epic poem of my world.
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I shall then pick up from after the prolouge.
Act one.
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take to the sky
Ripples form on the water’s surface
The wandering soul knows no rest.
Act two.
There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the goddess
Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh
Act three.
My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow
My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
Act four.
My friend, the fates are cruel ( ... )
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I pretty we've never met, so what's your name?
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