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Bard's SongIn by the day and out by the night Ah, milady, how much has passed All the world can hear my cries But only you know why.Bard's Song
Oh, you’ve promised me that I was your king I gave you my home and a golden ring The sparrows scolded but I chased them away And only you know why.
Milady, milady, with your falling hair Eyelashes long that wept me tears That cherry smile and the rose of your cheeks-- Left; goodbye goodbye, milady dear, And only you know why.
Oh milady, milady, with your falling hair Eyelashes long that wept me tears…
by ~Windling
Mother, Mother--A LullabyMother, mother say to me The cricket's lullaby from the trees Is here to lull the children to sleep, And only fairies hide in the deep As the wind rocks the cradle like the gentle sea.Mother, Mother--A Lullaby
Mother, mother sing to me The fireflies lead the way to dreams Of life as happy as dreams do seem They're soft-glowing angels here to keep Your sweet face bathed in innocent peace.
It might seem lonely and it's hard to see But though we've got little and far to reach, Till stars turn to day we can faithfully say, All is right in this blanketed night.
Mother,
by ~Windling
The Kiss-up PoemA poem is like a kite on the breezes of March Like an unleashed dog or un-girdled mustang Like a drop of color Dancing in water Waving, tendrils branching, unstopping.The Kiss-up Poem
A word is like the church bell’s first chime, Like Saturn, Jupiter, or perhaps Mars Like a pebble caught In a flowing stream Meant to move, gather, and spread.
And an idea, an idea is like that light in the sky Like half-melted ice cream Like a br
by ~Windling
HumansLike feathers flowing on the breeze We settle onto life Riding on the back of air We hold on to the invisible Racing on the track of living Goal unknown, end un-seeable Run, ride, choose— Feathers, fly into the blue.Humans
Strive for perfection If there’s perfection in floating Goal in happiness If “happy” is a standard Journey with the wind Others push—follow, or turn Faster, stronger, higher— Feathers, fly into the blue.
by ~Windling
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WinglessMy angel wears no flowing gown Of pure white, simple as the snow. She lives her life with no renown And her truth does not always show.Wingless
My angel has no halo gold To shimmer atop her auburn hair. And she is normal to behold Though no other could match her care.
My angel has no feathers pure So wingless she will ever be. And yet when I cannot endure She will stay and help me see.
My angel needs no wings to fly Yet wingless could rise to the blue. Instead she stays to help me by And gives me hope to see me through.
by ~Zierasem
How Can A Name?How can a word, Sum up all we are. All our hopes and fears, All our memories and regrets.How Can A Name?
How can a sound, Ever expect to define us. We are too much to be held In a single moment of the world
How can a name, Be so powerful and so destructive, That when it is here, Everything is here. And when it is lost. Everything is forgotten.
by ~Zierasem
II am, What I am, I think, What I think, You know, I will find you, However low, You sink.I
I do, What I do, I know, What I know, And when, I feel imprisoned, I run, And I go.
I see, What I see, I feel, What I feel, And I know, In the darkness, What I see, Isn’t real.
You hide, And I find you, You run, But I’m there, You know, That I’ll be here, And I know, You don’t care.
I am, And I do, I see, And you hide, &
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