Submissions by arbelos
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th May 2012 4:06pm
6th May 2012 4:06pm
cottages
And there were cottages which had come out into the festive air and danced together, then paused for breath and had stood still in amazement ever since; or so it seemed.
The sweet perfume of may and maybe jasmine wafted all about and the fragrant wood-smoke from many chimneys mingled there, the trees their nodding tops bowed, and curtsied in endless courtesy and there became almost a fairy glade.
The stranger stood entranced, the soft still silent scented scene played before his gaze; and far, far beyond, the whistle of a shepherd to his dog was all the sound there was, except...
The sweet perfume of may and maybe jasmine wafted all about and the fragrant wood-smoke from many chimneys mingled there, the trees their nodding tops bowed, and curtsied in endless courtesy and there became almost a fairy glade.
The stranger stood entranced, the soft still silent scented scene played before his gaze; and far, far beyond, the whistle of a shepherd to his dog was all the sound there was, except...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th May 2012 11:28am
5th May 2012 11:28am
the willow pattern
The story of the Willow Pattern.
Look at the plate, look into an age long past,
and see where a tender love unto death remained steadfast,
and how beyond death the thread of love still weaves,
in a mist-hush't autumn as the willow sheds its leaves.
To the right, a lordly mandarin's country seat, before this a small pavilion, and behind an orange tree, and next a peach-tree in full bearing sweet.
The willow tree at one end of the bridge, and the humble cottage of the gardener at the other.
And to the right and above see an island with a chalet thereupon....
Look at the plate, look into an age long past,
and see where a tender love unto death remained steadfast,
and how beyond death the thread of love still weaves,
in a mist-hush't autumn as the willow sheds its leaves.
To the right, a lordly mandarin's country seat, before this a small pavilion, and behind an orange tree, and next a peach-tree in full bearing sweet.
The willow tree at one end of the bridge, and the humble cottage of the gardener at the other.
And to the right and above see an island with a chalet thereupon....
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2012 8:59am
30th Apr 2012 8:59am
cityscape dreams
CITYSCAPE DREAMS
Lies and traffic noises hang in the mottled air
over the green
and
where sun has been
unheard echoes of other lovers
we can walk untouched by everything that's not ourselves
*
Over the wall and away
join hands through the slice of sky that's between us
paper landscape
wishes - secret between us.
*
They wandered hand in hand
Through dusty sunladen streets
Until they came to the square
Loud with light and the bustle of the day
A floor of marble
A pool of...
Lies and traffic noises hang in the mottled air
over the green
and
where sun has been
unheard echoes of other lovers
we can walk untouched by everything that's not ourselves
*
Over the wall and away
join hands through the slice of sky that's between us
paper landscape
wishes - secret between us.
*
They wandered hand in hand
Through dusty sunladen streets
Until they came to the square
Loud with light and the bustle of the day
A floor of marble
A pool of...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2012 8:50am
30th Apr 2012 8:50am
the forget-me-not
The Forget-me-not.
Once upon a soft spring day, so long ago that the time, tho' not the place, has long, long been forgot,
a young knight and his tender bride lingered in a favour'd spot
where a silver stream wandered deep and cool.
They sat and saw where chimney-smoke like solemn incense rose from the miller's whitewashed cot,
and where trout in the stream darted and poised in a dark glitter,
pebbles upon which slow crayfish crawled,
and mayflies twirled about above.
And he and she spoke of love as lovers do, so still they sat that doves...
Once upon a soft spring day, so long ago that the time, tho' not the place, has long, long been forgot,
a young knight and his tender bride lingered in a favour'd spot
where a silver stream wandered deep and cool.
They sat and saw where chimney-smoke like solemn incense rose from the miller's whitewashed cot,
and where trout in the stream darted and poised in a dark glitter,
pebbles upon which slow crayfish crawled,
and mayflies twirled about above.
And he and she spoke of love as lovers do, so still they sat that doves...
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STORY POEM
Published
28th Apr 2012 8:16am
28th Apr 2012 8:16am
guinevere
Guinevere
In the blue grey dark of the room she steps
naked to the window
the cold air hugs her like an embrace
so tight.
Dark fields below, beyond.
And high above, the chill moon's sparkle slants...
In the blue grey dark of the room she steps
naked to the window
the cold air hugs her like an embrace
so tight.
Dark fields below, beyond.
And high above, the chill moon's sparkle slants...
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STORY POEM
Published
28th Apr 2012 8:13am
28th Apr 2012 8:13am
a bargain
A bargain
Hear now this tale of a fair young maid of noble birth, so many years ago when kings and queens in castles great abode, and knights rode out 'neath skies above as blue as the wayside conflower below, and she had great love for a handsome squire. She watched for him from her high window each day from earliest morn 'til eve's shade fell. Some days she saw him as his knight and he rode forth on some brave errand, or to sport of chivalrous kind, and her heart leapt in her bosom at the sight, his face framed by yellow curls smiled in her dreams each night. And her father seeing...
Hear now this tale of a fair young maid of noble birth, so many years ago when kings and queens in castles great abode, and knights rode out 'neath skies above as blue as the wayside conflower below, and she had great love for a handsome squire. She watched for him from her high window each day from earliest morn 'til eve's shade fell. Some days she saw him as his knight and he rode forth on some brave errand, or to sport of chivalrous kind, and her heart leapt in her bosom at the sight, his face framed by yellow curls smiled in her dreams each night. And her father seeing...
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STORY POEM
Published
27th Apr 2012 9:32pm
27th Apr 2012 9:32pm
The Lady May
The Lady May
The young man to the castle came
All in the dawning light of flow'r-bud pink and dove's-wing gray
And to the old door-keeper saith: 'I seek the Lady May.'
A kindly face the servant had,
and bade him enter in the great courtyard.
A pair of hounds there sat, horses in stable softly neighed and gently beat their hooves
as they walked past, on through the portico into the hall
where armour hung,
great tapestries on either wall.
Down the long bare hall a chill draft followed them, the man saith: 'Come in here,
for what...
The young man to the castle came
All in the dawning light of flow'r-bud pink and dove's-wing gray
And to the old door-keeper saith: 'I seek the Lady May.'
A kindly face the servant had,
and bade him enter in the great courtyard.
A pair of hounds there sat, horses in stable softly neighed and gently beat their hooves
as they walked past, on through the portico into the hall
where armour hung,
great tapestries on either wall.
Down the long bare hall a chill draft followed them, the man saith: 'Come in here,
for what...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Apr 2012 9:11pm
27th Apr 2012 9:11pm
untitled
We walked down to the river
My love alone and I
Where rushes rustled in the softest breeze
Which carried gossamer and wafted thistledown
But I had neither ear nor eye for these
For what I saw was sunlight dappling and dancing on her hair
And all I heard was the rustle of her gown.
We wandered by the river
My love alone and I
Where purple iris curtsied and the poppies nodded
Knowing her, seeing as we wandered slow, and aspen quivered, whispering soft her name.
But I had neither eye nor ear for these
For all I saw was where her...
My love alone and I
Where rushes rustled in the softest breeze
Which carried gossamer and wafted thistledown
But I had neither ear nor eye for these
For what I saw was sunlight dappling and dancing on her hair
And all I heard was the rustle of her gown.
We wandered by the river
My love alone and I
Where purple iris curtsied and the poppies nodded
Knowing her, seeing as we wandered slow, and aspen quivered, whispering soft her name.
But I had neither eye nor ear for these
For all I saw was where her...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
23rd Apr 2012 12:55pm
23rd Apr 2012 12:55pm
The day, the Night (for Veronica - at her funeral.)
Day that was a net full of gems
Is become a casket of darkness
Sunlight to starlight
Is become a casket of darkness
Sunlight to starlight
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EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Apr 2012 12:40pm
19th Apr 2012 12:40pm
Angie
She emerged from the steamy bathroom
just at the exact moment I hoped she would.
Her gorgeous long wavy brown hair covered her tits
just the way I thought it would.
She fluffed up her ferny-fresh pussy hair
just as I dreamed she would.
She pulled her hair back into a long, long ponytail
just like I wished she would.
Her tight vagina gripped me like a fist and my come spurted into her just when she felt it would.
and...
She whispered: "I love you..."
Just like I knew she would.
just at the exact moment I hoped she would.
Her gorgeous long wavy brown hair covered her tits
just the way I thought it would.
She fluffed up her ferny-fresh pussy hair
just as I dreamed she would.
She pulled her hair back into a long, long ponytail
just like I wished she would.
Her tight vagina gripped me like a fist and my come spurted into her just when she felt it would.
and...
She whispered: "I love you..."
Just like I knew she would.
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