Submissions by marielavoue (Gypsy Red)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just here... A humble scribe addicted to parchment with a penchant for words...
STORY POEM
Published
20th Jan 2012 7:01pm
20th Jan 2012 7:01pm
THE QUEST PT. IV FINALE
Like a soul being pursued by the devil,
she raced like the wind,
because the Samhien has come,
she continued without pause.
At sunset she arrived at the grove of ancient trees,
moment when the ceremony was about to begin.
The druid called out her name in that
ominous voice that makes her soul quake.
“Nimuea, approach and present,
that which was your quest!”
She step to the alter bowed reverently restoring
the Grimoire Of Light to it’s rightful place.
She then turned towards the congregation,
“Out blood I was forged and in...
she raced like the wind,
because the Samhien has come,
she continued without pause.
At sunset she arrived at the grove of ancient trees,
moment when the ceremony was about to begin.
The druid called out her name in that
ominous voice that makes her soul quake.
“Nimuea, approach and present,
that which was your quest!”
She step to the alter bowed reverently restoring
the Grimoire Of Light to it’s rightful place.
She then turned towards the congregation,
“Out blood I was forged and in...
823 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
19th Jan 2012 11:16am
19th Jan 2012 11:16am
THE QUEST PT.III
Justice without compassion
is what has determined each and every action,
covering her heart like a shield
against the invasion of emotions
she does want to feel.
She has a single mission,
to complete the quest
with which she was entrusted.
Upon arriving to the lands
that long ago she had abandoned
it revived the reason that
motivated such drastic action.
This place left its’ brand on her soul
and changed it for ever;
for no matter how far you run
from your past, a time will come
when you will...
is what has determined each and every action,
covering her heart like a shield
against the invasion of emotions
she does want to feel.
She has a single mission,
to complete the quest
with which she was entrusted.
Upon arriving to the lands
that long ago she had abandoned
it revived the reason that
motivated such drastic action.
This place left its’ brand on her soul
and changed it for ever;
for no matter how far you run
from your past, a time will come
when you will...
886 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Jan 2012 6:29pm
17th Jan 2012 6:29pm
Eyes That Do Not See
Eyes that do not see,
heart that does not feel;
ears that fail to listen,
to words that dissweeten.
Emotions go unexpressed
as sentiments are repressed;
feelings unprofessed
of sensations I best forget.
Prisoner of the place
the eye does not see,
exiled from the heart
whose love I did seek.
Ambulating without rest
woeful as it is, I acquiesce.
Wasted time, I digress,
a sorrowful day I attest.
Gypsy red
Jan.2011
heart that does not feel;
ears that fail to listen,
to words that dissweeten.
Emotions go unexpressed
as sentiments are repressed;
feelings unprofessed
of sensations I best forget.
Prisoner of the place
the eye does not see,
exiled from the heart
whose love I did seek.
Ambulating without rest
woeful as it is, I acquiesce.
Wasted time, I digress,
a sorrowful day I attest.
Gypsy red
Jan.2011
999 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
17th Jan 2012 6:25pm
17th Jan 2012 6:25pm
The Devils Domain
God is not here…
In the midst of mans’ wicked deeds,
acts of violence that precedes,
unspeakable cruelty, it succeeds.
God is not here…
Trekking through blood and gore
the mindless brutality
of a godless horde.
God is not here…
Grasping my churchless faith,
battling the immorality of this place,
I Clamor for the means to escape.
God is not here…
My plea’s fall on deaf ears,
unspoken prayers full of fear,
are silent in this frontier.
God is not here…
An...
In the midst of mans’ wicked deeds,
acts of violence that precedes,
unspeakable cruelty, it succeeds.
God is not here…
Trekking through blood and gore
the mindless brutality
of a godless horde.
God is not here…
Grasping my churchless faith,
battling the immorality of this place,
I Clamor for the means to escape.
God is not here…
My plea’s fall on deaf ears,
unspoken prayers full of fear,
are silent in this frontier.
God is not here…
An...
964 reads
17 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
15th Jan 2012 9:23pm
15th Jan 2012 9:23pm
THE QUEST PT.2
We find Nimuea following a predetermined course,
as the warrior undertakes
the epic quest that she was assigned.
The dense forest gives way to the road
that will lead to the lost Grimoire of light.
Nimuea rides in quiet contemplation;
the silence allows her to devise the
strategy necessary to achieve her goal.
Haunting memories agitate her blood and ire;
in the not so distant past,she was also
the victim of a tyrant that exercised
his right of *Jus Primae Noctis*.
That terrible event was to...
as the warrior undertakes
the epic quest that she was assigned.
The dense forest gives way to the road
that will lead to the lost Grimoire of light.
Nimuea rides in quiet contemplation;
the silence allows her to devise the
strategy necessary to achieve her goal.
Haunting memories agitate her blood and ire;
in the not so distant past,she was also
the victim of a tyrant that exercised
his right of *Jus Primae Noctis*.
That terrible event was to...
826 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
15th Jan 2012 00:27am
15th Jan 2012 00:27am
THE QUEST PT.1
In the silence of the night
rides a solitary armored warrior, directionless.
Instinct dictates to continue without pause;
not understanding the motive,
the exhaustion already
can be felt in the marrow,
but the strange pull that
the knight feels is unyielding.
The night feels laden with the
magic that permeates within her.
The knight feels the swaying influence ...
rides a solitary armored warrior, directionless.
Instinct dictates to continue without pause;
not understanding the motive,
the exhaustion already
can be felt in the marrow,
but the strange pull that
the knight feels is unyielding.
The night feels laden with the
magic that permeates within her.
The knight feels the swaying influence ...
976 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jan 2012 9:22pm
13th Jan 2012 9:22pm
Broken Toy Soldier
A wounded toy soldier,
I stand because I must,
needing something
but knowing not what,
I sought but did not find
that cautionary caveat;
now who will repair
what has fallen apart?
Lost in the desert of my mind,
the memories haunt me
in ways so unkind;
reliving things
I would rather not see,
my mind’s eye
views of such agony.
There is no blood in evidence,
yet the wound is there none the less,
invisible to the normal man
but there it is all over my hands.
I am wounded ...
I stand because I must,
needing something
but knowing not what,
I sought but did not find
that cautionary caveat;
now who will repair
what has fallen apart?
Lost in the desert of my mind,
the memories haunt me
in ways so unkind;
reliving things
I would rather not see,
my mind’s eye
views of such agony.
There is no blood in evidence,
yet the wound is there none the less,
invisible to the normal man
but there it is all over my hands.
I am wounded ...
935 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jan 2012 5:25pm
12th Jan 2012 5:25pm
Möbius Continuum Of Life
The Past is the fundamental instrument
that guides our life in the Present,
which in turn prepares us to usher in The Future.
We must Learn the lessons we were taught,
Teach them to our young to make them strong;
the knowledge acquired, they must always Remember.
Our capacity to Love makes us human,
the desire to Honor makes us noble,
and the ability to Respect shows us humility.
When we Live well
we should Share our bounty,
and when we do, we Enjoy
the fruits of our Life in good company.
Gypsy...
that guides our life in the Present,
which in turn prepares us to usher in The Future.
We must Learn the lessons we were taught,
Teach them to our young to make them strong;
the knowledge acquired, they must always Remember.
Our capacity to Love makes us human,
the desire to Honor makes us noble,
and the ability to Respect shows us humility.
When we Live well
we should Share our bounty,
and when we do, we Enjoy
the fruits of our Life in good company.
Gypsy...
967 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jan 2012 1:05am
12th Jan 2012 1:05am
Erotic Poetry vs. Written Pornography
This is a topic with a long history of
controversy,animosity and extreme
misunderstanding. Let us see if we
cannot shed some light on the subject
without maligning anybody or vilifying preferences.
Readers of erotic poetry do not set out
to be sexually aroused, yet can be by well
articulated words and artfully expressed sensuality.
Writing erotically whether it be poetry or stories
and written pornography are not the same,
nor should they be confused in any way.
Those who read and/or create ...
controversy,animosity and extreme
misunderstanding. Let us see if we
cannot shed some light on the subject
without maligning anybody or vilifying preferences.
Readers of erotic poetry do not set out
to be sexually aroused, yet can be by well
articulated words and artfully expressed sensuality.
Writing erotically whether it be poetry or stories
and written pornography are not the same,
nor should they be confused in any way.
Those who read and/or create ...
1513 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Jan 2012 4:17pm
11th Jan 2012 4:17pm
Esbat, the Blood Moon
Luna Sanguine (Blood Moon);
your legend speaks of death, you strike fear
in the hearts of flora, fauna as well as men.
During your changes,
Gaia makes visible of winter’s arrival,
the first signs; hard won
is every living creatures survival.
Borea’s cold breath signals the floras’
silent sentinels to change colors,
as it heralds the winter season
and whispers impending signs of trouble.
All manner of creature make ready
for the dominion of winter,
the epoch of foreboding,
of demons and their underlings, we enter. ...
your legend speaks of death, you strike fear
in the hearts of flora, fauna as well as men.
During your changes,
Gaia makes visible of winter’s arrival,
the first signs; hard won
is every living creatures survival.
Borea’s cold breath signals the floras’
silent sentinels to change colors,
as it heralds the winter season
and whispers impending signs of trouble.
All manner of creature make ready
for the dominion of winter,
the epoch of foreboding,
of demons and their underlings, we enter. ...
1239 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Jan 2012 9:14pm
10th Jan 2012 9:14pm
Within my spirit
Within my spirit many secrets I keep,
in fear of what people might say...
The mask I wear shows one face,
yet underneath bitter tears I weep...
I cry, my wound is deep and oozes unbound,
yet no one knows, for I make no sounds...
I yearn for tender love, and hope one day
that sweet affection will come my way...
Gypsy red
Jan.2012
in fear of what people might say...
The mask I wear shows one face,
yet underneath bitter tears I weep...
I cry, my wound is deep and oozes unbound,
yet no one knows, for I make no sounds...
I yearn for tender love, and hope one day
that sweet affection will come my way...
Gypsy red
Jan.2012
772 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Jan 2012 3:51pm
10th Jan 2012 3:51pm
The seasons of my life
In the spring of life when I was brand new,
I dreamed of many things, fairytales,
the ones that must surely come true.
As time passed and I came to see,
there were monsters hiding the detail
that life held dark corners even for me.
In the summer, I remembered horrors of childhood,
which made me defensive and misunderstood;
vowing never again to be the victim of the sickness
that robbed me of my naiveté and innocence.
I had no protector to fend the villains off,
only tearful fears that would not be spoken of.
And now in the autumn...
I dreamed of many things, fairytales,
the ones that must surely come true.
As time passed and I came to see,
there were monsters hiding the detail
that life held dark corners even for me.
In the summer, I remembered horrors of childhood,
which made me defensive and misunderstood;
vowing never again to be the victim of the sickness
that robbed me of my naiveté and innocence.
I had no protector to fend the villains off,
only tearful fears that would not be spoken of.
And now in the autumn...
896 reads
5 Comments
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