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Thomas Laszlo

Mystagogue
Well... if ya got it, we wanna see it! XD poetry of any kind XD I'll start


"Friends"
I keep staring at my shelf
Books on it like that elf
I read and wonder, what else
Would've come of me
If I was by myself. --Thomas Laszlo


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TheCrystallineEntity

TheCrystallineEntity

Dark Lord
Here's some from my Portfolio.

I fly through the fissured foundations of the formidable, fluctuating fire with fluent, flowing finesse.
My fleeting, fragile feathers are a fair fusion of fabulous freedom and fathomless feelings, a flash of flight.
The fidelity is fleeting, fading into forbearance: a familiar farewell.

The radiant suns shone
Twin painfully bright white orbs
Blazing with yellow and golden light
Through a transcendent, ephemeral sea
Of wispy, misty, pale clouds
Like the rippling water of a secret lake
The iridescent veil of wondrous colours
Undulate through the last fiery, flaming rays
The blue-grey shadow of rain still clings opaquely
To the vast abyss of the opening sky

Airy voices echoing on the ethereal dawn
Ominous haunting in the umbrageous dusk
Atramentous shadows dancing through the wraith twilight
Ghostly wisps drifting on a deathly enchantment in the melodious night
Spectral sprites flowing through the howling storm
Soulful ethereal light singing the symphony of the silent sky
Pure essence of heart and spirit wandering along the mystical mystery of life
The rhapsodic melody of soul music flowed wave by wave, pure love through every ripple and undulation, harmonizing our song together

Wind whispers weirdly
With secrets blown away
Until they creep inwards
Sneaking backwards again
Wavering silently, hiding

Rain pools quietly
Echoing into infinity
Breathing droplets of water
Into breath of life
Echoing into nowhere
Forever

Humming bees fill the air
Delicately alighting on each fragile flower
Bundles of busy being and tiny thunder
Transforming thin nectar to sticky honey
Tasting of warm sunlight and flower fragrance
Sweetness alike ripe fruit and berries mixed with
All the wonders of nature and rich earth

Sunlight smiles, streaming
Into trees, into flowers, into earth
Moonlight shimmers, streaming
Into leaves, into plants, into water
The world transforms into
Golden light
Silver light
Illuminating all life through love
As the water slips
Out of the pool
Droplets cling like diamonds
Thin streams glistening
Tiny pearls within a sea of earth
Sunlight casts a spell
Revealing the whole cosmos
Transforming, diving
Until all is essence
Dancing rivers of light glow
Metamorphosing clean water
To pure, gentle light
Playing the game of life
Deep within
The abyssal
 
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Thomas Laszlo

Mystagogue
TheCrystallineEntity said:
Here's some from my Portfolio.

I fly through the fissured foundations of the formidable, fluctuating fire with fluent, flowing finesse.
My fleeting, fragile feathers are a fair fusion of fabulous freedom and fathomless feelings, a flash of flight.
The fidelity is fleeting, fading into forbearance: a familiar farewell.

The radiant suns shone
Twin painfully bright white orbs
Blazing with yellow and golden light
Through a transcendent, ephemeral sea
Of wispy, misty, pale clouds
Like the rippling water of a secret lake
The iridescent veil of wondrous colours
Undulate through the last fiery, flaming rays
The blue-grey shadow of rain still clings opaquely
To the vast abyss of the opening sky

Airy voices echoing on the ethereal dawn
Ominous haunting in the umbrageous dusk
Atramentous shadows dancing through the wraith twilight
Ghostly wisps drifting on a deathly enchantment in the melodious night
Spectral sprites flowing through the howling storm
Soulful ethereal light singing the symphony of the silent sky
Pure essence of heart and spirit wandering along the mystical mystery of life
The rhapsodic melody of soul music flowed wave by wave, pure love through every ripple and undulation, harmonizing our song together

Wind whispers weirdly
With secrets blown away
Until they creep inwards
Sneaking backwards again
Wavering silently, hiding

Rain pools quietly
Echoing into infinity
Breathing droplets of water
Into breath of life
Echoing into nowhere
Forever

Humming bees fill the air
Delicately alighting on each fragile flower
Bundles of busy being and tiny thunder
Transforming thin nectar to sticky honey
Tasting of warm sunlight and flower fragrance
Sweetness alike ripe fruit and berries mixed with
All the wonders of nature and rich earth

Sunlight smiles, streaming
Into trees, into flowers, into earth
Moonlight shimmers, streaming
Into leaves, into plants, into water
The world transforms into
Golden light
Silver light
Illuminating all life through love
As the water slips
Out of the pool
Droplets cling like diamonds
Thin streams glistening
Tiny pearls within a sea of earth
Sunlight casts a spell
Revealing the whole cosmos
Transforming, diving
Until all is essence
Dancing rivers of light glow
Metamorphosing clean water
To pure, gentle light
Playing the game of life
Deep within
The abyssal
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That was beautiful [emoji4][emoji28][emoji736]


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Alyssa

Alyssa

Master
Really, really dark, gloomy poetry... I should become an emo...

Wish upon a fallen star, glue your shattered dreams,
Do not touch, do not mar, bottle the sun’s bright beams.
Made of glass, let sunlight fill, flood, burn, away all within,
Tear out your tell tale heart, crush and cure it of its din.

Steel, the coins from your own eyes, to the wishing well,
Flutt’ring heart, flying on sighs, tread the paving stones of hell.
Road smooth and warm, bleed on the nails inside your sole,
Everyday torn apart, two half wishes won’t make you whole.

Night, all alone, walls, like sound and light, are gone,
Look up, look up, celestial halls, so dark where sun once shone.
Look down, look down, heart falls, no stars unwished upon.
 
DragonOfTheAerie

DragonOfTheAerie

Istari
This isn't one of the love poems, I need to edit those...but here's this.

Hollow

blood on the floor where I have lain
for so many broken days
silence settled heavy round me
nothing in my chest to cry
There you find me, crushed like glass
my pieces scattered round me
dust has gathered on my lips
for there is pain one cannot scream
You trace my face, its smooth outline,
I smile sadly, if I could feel
I'm already broken, already gone
My heartbeat the sound of an empty chair rocking
My gaps too far to bridge
I'm already hollow, already empty
My hollows filled with echoed space
But still.
Still I smile.

I really don't know what to think of how I ended it.
 
Insolent Lad

Insolent Lad

Master
The Centaur

The centaur of Greek legend
is an improbable beast,
or man, if you prefer —
half of him at least.
Take care if you invite him
to your wedding feast;
it’s possible you’ll find
you have no need for that priest.

Be sure he checks his bow
before he goes inside,
for he may wish to bridle
your intended bride!
She’ll contemplate his arrows,
then grow dissatisfied —
onto his back she’ll climb
and away she’ll ride!

Half of him is human,
half of him is horse;
neither one is likely
to ever feel remorse.
Nor the blushing bride
he did not need to force,
for you were only a man —
a centaur is more, of course!

Stephen Brooke ©2017
 
Alyssa

Alyssa

Master
Insolent Lad said:
The Centaur

The centaur of Greek legend
is an improbable beast,
or man, if you prefer —
half of him at least.
Take care if you invite him
to your wedding feast;
it’s possible you’ll find
you have no need for that priest.

Be sure he checks his bow
before he goes inside,
for he may wish to bridle
your intended bride!
She’ll contemplate his arrows,
then grow dissatisfied —
onto his back she’ll climb
and away she’ll ride!

Half of him is human,
half of him is horse;
neither one is likely
to ever feel remorse.
Nor the blushing bride
he did not need to force,
for you were only a man —
a centaur is more, of course!

Stephen Brooke [emoji767]2017
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Oh god... I have a dirty mind... especially with that last verse.
But absolutely hilarious


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T

Thomas Laszlo

Mystagogue
Insolent Lad said:
The Centaur

The centaur of Greek legend
is an improbable beast,
or man, if you prefer —
half of him at least.
Take care if you invite him
to your wedding feast;
it’s possible you’ll find
you have no need for that priest.

Be sure he checks his bow
before he goes inside,
for he may wish to bridle
your intended bride!
She’ll contemplate his arrows,
then grow dissatisfied —
onto his back she’ll climb
and away she’ll ride!

Half of him is human,
half of him is horse;
neither one is likely
to ever feel remorse.
Nor the blushing bride
he did not need to force,
for you were only a man —
a centaur is more, of course!

Stephen Brooke [emoji767]2017
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Love it!!


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