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#fiction
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 8:29am
12th Dec 2024 8:29am
From my story book of words
They are called clan of Nor and wear the history of peninsula of fjords upon their skin. Fiercely build and slightly bigger, chalky ashen is their furry mantle in which many a secret is kept.
Each time I touch the main leading Wolfs fur I am filled with pine needle dreams. Forests dance in their eyes. Many a myth they tell me. They came from the Old World, far, long ago. Before existence of any written history. Before mankind called them Wolf.
Varg Evening Wolf is the main leader. He tells me stories. His heart is so kind it weighs but a feather and deepens like midnight...
Each time I touch the main leading Wolfs fur I am filled with pine needle dreams. Forests dance in their eyes. Many a myth they tell me. They came from the Old World, far, long ago. Before existence of any written history. Before mankind called them Wolf.
Varg Evening Wolf is the main leader. He tells me stories. His heart is so kind it weighs but a feather and deepens like midnight...
#animals
#fiction
#mythology
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 8:29am
12th Dec 2024 8:29am
From my story book of words
They are called clan of Nor and wear the history of peninsula of fjords upon their skin. Fiercely build and slightly bigger, chalky ashen is their furry mantle in which many a secret is kept.
Each time I touch the main leading Wolfs fur I am filled with pine needle dreams. Forests dance in their eyes. Many a myth they tell me. They came from the Old World, far, long ago. Before existence of any written history. Before mankind called them Wolf.
Varg Evening Wolf is the main leader. He tells me stories. His heart is so kind it weighs but a feather and deepens like midnight...
Each time I touch the main leading Wolfs fur I am filled with pine needle dreams. Forests dance in their eyes. Many a myth they tell me. They came from the Old World, far, long ago. Before existence of any written history. Before mankind called them Wolf.
Varg Evening Wolf is the main leader. He tells me stories. His heart is so kind it weighs but a feather and deepens like midnight...
#animals
#fiction
#mythology
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 8:29am
12th Dec 2024 8:29am
From my story book of words
They are called clan of Nor and wear the history of peninsula of fjords upon their skin. Fiercely build and slightly bigger, chalky ashen is their furry mantle in which many a secret is kept.
Each time I touch the main leading Wolfs fur I am filled with pine needle dreams. Forests dance in their eyes. Many a myth they tell me. They came from the Old World, far, long ago. Before existence of any written history. Before mankind called them Wolf.
Varg Evening Wolf is the main leader. He tells me stories. His heart is so kind it weighs but a feather and deepens like midnight...
Each time I touch the main leading Wolfs fur I am filled with pine needle dreams. Forests dance in their eyes. Many a myth they tell me. They came from the Old World, far, long ago. Before existence of any written history. Before mankind called them Wolf.
Varg Evening Wolf is the main leader. He tells me stories. His heart is so kind it weighs but a feather and deepens like midnight...
#animals
#fiction
#mythology
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 00:09am
25th Nov 2024 00:09am
Henry the Fifth
there you go again,
claiming calais is english, after
just a few day trips on the ferry
from dover
should have shown
you over and over again that we
ruddy well end at the cliff ..
claiming calais is english, after
just a few day trips on the ferry
from dover
should have shown
you over and over again that we
ruddy well end at the cliff ..
#fiction
#historical
82 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 00:09am
25th Nov 2024 00:09am
Henry the Fifth
there you go again,
claiming calais is english, after
just a few day trips on the ferry
from dover
should have shown
you over and over again that we
ruddy well end at the cliff ..
claiming calais is english, after
just a few day trips on the ferry
from dover
should have shown
you over and over again that we
ruddy well end at the cliff ..
#fiction
#historical
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
A Letter from The Toff
The mind is as an alchemist's mixing chamber; rude elements in but pure gold out, that is, assuming the functioning of the apparatus is not befouled somehow. For example, there is an all hours club where I have many times witnessed the unsavory behavior of young adults suffering neurologically from the overconsumption of unwholesome products.
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
#identity
#fiction
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
A Letter from The Toff
The mind is as an alchemist's mixing chamber; rude elements in but pure gold out, that is, assuming the functioning of the apparatus is not befouled somehow. For example, there is an all hours club where I have many times witnessed the unsavory behavior of young adults suffering neurologically from the overconsumption of unwholesome products.
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
#identity
#fiction
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AverageJoe
Poem Published
30th Sep 2021 1:51am
30th Sep 2021 1:51am
Pelion
Where once the proud towers stood
There stood at length and at last
Only ruin
Here and there remained somewhat
Stone on stone
Weathered more than worn
Turned dark and green by moss and stain
And damp
As if memory still sorrowed here
Alone
When all else lay forgot
Yet
So elemental
The stillness itself was imbued
With the power to evoke
That which words could not put to name
And feelings alone disclose
What piercing eye can glance to see
What lies beyond all distance
Indeed ...
There stood at length and at last
Only ruin
Here and there remained somewhat
Stone on stone
Weathered more than worn
Turned dark and green by moss and stain
And damp
As if memory still sorrowed here
Alone
When all else lay forgot
Yet
So elemental
The stillness itself was imbued
With the power to evoke
That which words could not put to name
And feelings alone disclose
What piercing eye can glance to see
What lies beyond all distance
Indeed ...
#fiction
438 reads
4 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 11:01am
19th Apr 2024 11:01am
My Fictional World
It was just a regular day.
My imagination was ready and astray.
I then grabbed my pen.
I filled it with magic and ink.
I took some paper and began to think.
I wrote down a happy,ever after.
With the future I am after.
The romances I had made popped out of the paper.
And I didn't have to worry about later.
I wrote down a beautiful nymph.
And she began to sing her song to me.
I wrote down a happy future ,too.
In the back of the car,with the man of my dreams.
And soon,it came true.
With magic,I made it...
My imagination was ready and astray.
I then grabbed my pen.
I filled it with magic and ink.
I took some paper and began to think.
I wrote down a happy,ever after.
With the future I am after.
The romances I had made popped out of the paper.
And I didn't have to worry about later.
I wrote down a beautiful nymph.
And she began to sing her song to me.
I wrote down a happy future ,too.
In the back of the car,with the man of my dreams.
And soon,it came true.
With magic,I made it...
#fiction
#motivational
#uplifting
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 11:01am
19th Apr 2024 11:01am
My Fictional World
It was just a regular day.
My imagination was ready and astray.
I then grabbed my pen.
I filled it with magic and ink.
I took some paper and began to think.
I wrote down a happy,ever after.
With the future I am after.
The romances I had made popped out of the paper.
And I didn't have to worry about later.
I wrote down a beautiful nymph.
And she began to sing her song to me.
I wrote down a happy future ,too.
In the back of the car,with the man of my dreams.
And soon,it came true.
With magic,I made it...
My imagination was ready and astray.
I then grabbed my pen.
I filled it with magic and ink.
I took some paper and began to think.
I wrote down a happy,ever after.
With the future I am after.
The romances I had made popped out of the paper.
And I didn't have to worry about later.
I wrote down a beautiful nymph.
And she began to sing her song to me.
I wrote down a happy future ,too.
In the back of the car,with the man of my dreams.
And soon,it came true.
With magic,I made it...
#fiction
#motivational
#uplifting
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 11:01am
19th Apr 2024 11:01am
My Fictional World
It was just a regular day.
My imagination was ready and astray.
I then grabbed my pen.
I filled it with magic and ink.
I took some paper and began to think.
I wrote down a happy,ever after.
With the future I am after.
The romances I had made popped out of the paper.
And I didn't have to worry about later.
I wrote down a beautiful nymph.
And she began to sing her song to me.
I wrote down a happy future ,too.
In the back of the car,with the man of my dreams.
And soon,it came true.
With magic,I made it...
My imagination was ready and astray.
I then grabbed my pen.
I filled it with magic and ink.
I took some paper and began to think.
I wrote down a happy,ever after.
With the future I am after.
The romances I had made popped out of the paper.
And I didn't have to worry about later.
I wrote down a beautiful nymph.
And she began to sing her song to me.
I wrote down a happy future ,too.
In the back of the car,with the man of my dreams.
And soon,it came true.
With magic,I made it...
#fiction
#motivational
#uplifting
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Mar 2018 4:15am
27th Mar 2018 4:15am
A Grandmother
A Grandmother
Hua gathers wood in the quiet of an autumn moment. Her grandmother heart pines for home in the silent woods. But her arms ache with old age in a time of disquiet. Her back bows with the weight of years unaccounted for, until her body trembles with arthritic toil. When falling stars sprinkle in the night, her memories play like shadow puppets. The theater she attended in Beijing as a child becomes her world. And time washes away her pain like a flooding yellow river in spring.
Hua gathers wood in the quiet of an autumn moment. Her grandmother heart pines for home in the silent woods. But her arms ache with old age in a time of disquiet. Her back bows with the weight of years unaccounted for, until her body trembles with arthritic toil. When falling stars sprinkle in the night, her memories play like shadow puppets. The theater she attended in Beijing as a child becomes her world. And time washes away her pain like a flooding yellow river in spring.
#aging
#prose
#fiction
639 reads
4 Comments
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