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KINDNESS
Grace
Idryad
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Idryad
Guardian of Shadows
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
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Poetry Contest Description
Your take on Kindness
“Three things in human life are important: the first is to be kind; the second is to be kind; and the third is to be kind.”
― Henry James
“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.”
― Aesop
Narrative Poem
Your take on kindness.
two poems per poet
any reasonable length
no extreme contents
old or new allowed but not previous winners
no collabs
no chats in thread
― Henry James
“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.”
― Aesop
Narrative Poem
Your take on kindness.
two poems per poet
any reasonable length
no extreme contents
old or new allowed but not previous winners
no collabs
no chats in thread
Grace
Idryad
Forum Posts: 15008
Idryad
Guardian of Shadows
112
Joined 25th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 15008
Kind
shall words spoken be truth so harsh
to uplift young minds to greatness be
will the straight and steady
be prod enough to happy better selves
or one kind word with caring looks
with a smile and lighted countenance
be a better ruler for inquisitive minds
thus push them to a better height
What says thee
scholar, do you agree.
-not an entry-
shall words spoken be truth so harsh
to uplift young minds to greatness be
will the straight and steady
be prod enough to happy better selves
or one kind word with caring looks
with a smile and lighted countenance
be a better ruler for inquisitive minds
thus push them to a better height
What says thee
scholar, do you agree.
-not an entry-
Kou_Indigo
Kara Lucielle Pythiana
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Kara Lucielle Pythiana
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 15th Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2542
Mother Death
- Mother Death -
I denounce thy faith, I deny thy service to servitude.
In my name, breath ceases and flesh becomes dust...
Foolish is thy foolishness, thy voice in song is rude.
What use is faith in my presence, where steel rusts!
I am the black of a moonless eve, I am the absence,
Of light, of life, of all the things that shackle a soul.
I am liberation, rebirth and the light in the darkness,
Where I take my lovers, where time takes not a toll.
Dost thou know me, child, and in knowing despair?
I am Mother Death, and my mercy is ever absolute.
Even as my merciless wrath is beyond any repair...
For it wracks, it burns, it freezes, it makes desolate.
My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.
Those who revere me need not worry over the end,
For beyond the endings of all things, we rise again.
In my gardens below the under-places, devils tend,
The roses of my contentment, with blood and pain.
My names they whisper, my throne they keep well,
Awaiting my return, at the end of cycle and season.
I am in the stars, in the earth, even in the deep hell,
Where burn and freeze those guilty of each treason.
My children play my music, as my kindred gather!
In the deep, in the dark, in the cold and heat below.
They know me well, in every atom beyond matter,
And they sing, songs of joyous suffering, and woe!
My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.
The witches who worship, as in the eldritch wilds,
Of bygone ages, wherein a black moon didst rise...
Speak my names and keep my scriptures, not mild.
Do they know I listen, and hear, or often surmise...
That I walk in this body, living and breathing full?
Mother Death, the Maiden and the Matron Trinity.
My mind reaches out, and multitudes feel the pull,
Whilst never knowing the source of such divinity!
Remember this when thou thinks of me, and thus,
Keep joyful thy devotions to the Mother Oblivion.
I am a part of all things and keep well in my trust,
The dawn and dusk that fuels the darkest devotion.
My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.
I denounce thy faith, I deny thy service to servitude.
In my name, breath ceases and flesh becomes dust...
Foolish is thy foolishness, thy voice in song is rude.
What use is faith in my presence, where steel rusts!
I am the black of a moonless eve, I am the absence,
Of light, of life, of all the things that shackle a soul.
I am liberation, rebirth and the light in the darkness,
Where I take my lovers, where time takes not a toll.
Dost thou know me, child, and in knowing despair?
I am Mother Death, and my mercy is ever absolute.
Even as my merciless wrath is beyond any repair...
For it wracks, it burns, it freezes, it makes desolate.
My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.
Those who revere me need not worry over the end,
For beyond the endings of all things, we rise again.
In my gardens below the under-places, devils tend,
The roses of my contentment, with blood and pain.
My names they whisper, my throne they keep well,
Awaiting my return, at the end of cycle and season.
I am in the stars, in the earth, even in the deep hell,
Where burn and freeze those guilty of each treason.
My children play my music, as my kindred gather!
In the deep, in the dark, in the cold and heat below.
They know me well, in every atom beyond matter,
And they sing, songs of joyous suffering, and woe!
My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.
The witches who worship, as in the eldritch wilds,
Of bygone ages, wherein a black moon didst rise...
Speak my names and keep my scriptures, not mild.
Do they know I listen, and hear, or often surmise...
That I walk in this body, living and breathing full?
Mother Death, the Maiden and the Matron Trinity.
My mind reaches out, and multitudes feel the pull,
Whilst never knowing the source of such divinity!
Remember this when thou thinks of me, and thus,
Keep joyful thy devotions to the Mother Oblivion.
I am a part of all things and keep well in my trust,
The dawn and dusk that fuels the darkest devotion.
My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.
Written by Kou_Indigo
(Kara Lucielle Pythiana)
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Idryad
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Idryad
Guardian of Shadows
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
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Thank you, Kara for kick-starting the competition.
cabcool
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Guardian of Shadows
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Joined 27th Feb 2014
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Grace
Idryad
Forum Posts: 15008
Idryad
Guardian of Shadows
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
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Cabcool thank you for your entry.
slipalong
Forum Posts: 538
Fire of Insight
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Joined 1st Jan 2018
Forum Posts: 538
Kindness
Unquantifiable gift
the ever open hand
extra mile of strangers smiles,
The hug that's never bland
with ever warmth to meet demand.
Spirits, that just Angels lift
unwavering.
Ease the millstones life inflicts
Tidemarks upon chalk white cliffs
the ever open hand
extra mile of strangers smiles,
The hug that's never bland
with ever warmth to meet demand.
Spirits, that just Angels lift
unwavering.
Ease the millstones life inflicts
Tidemarks upon chalk white cliffs
Written by slipalong
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Idryad
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Idryad
Guardian of Shadows
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
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slipalong, thank you for your entry.
