turoa - Hello Poetry

I decided to challenge the world, Trial by combat evil face, But no titan or monster Stood before me, In the wicked villain's place, Just the aging scars Of ignorance, of fear, On an innocent child's face.

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Dec 23, 2023

Dec 23, 2023 at 9:45 PM UTC

The Challenge

I decided to challenge the world, Trial by combat evil face, But no titan or monster Stood before me, In the wicked villain's place, Just the aging scars Of ignorance, of fear, On an innocent child's face.

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I knew a kind old preacher once The least of likely places met He never fiery sermon preached But with me still A seed he left I find myself some years down the path Lost, naught with house nor home But not for loss of company My bitter and sweet compatriots Beside me, a trio, we three roam El Sombra is a handsome gent My closest friend, strays but never far Darker than me in every way A wicked humor, exquisite memory One purest soul as black as tar He rarely speaks but when he does Only whispers in my ear Things t’would make the old crone blush The noble gallant, shudder fear But to balance out my ***** and specter I hold the lady on my left Singing the ever youthful, maiden’s song Tales of love, of joy, of sorrows past That sweetest kiss of promise hides, Behind Decanter’s ornate breast How did you do it preacher, Conquer such demons, leave them past? Was it your wife, Her love that kept you true, Some friend or God that held you fast? I’ve tasted lips of lovers sweet All fade, but not my siren’s song Friends endeavored to walk beside Till shadows reach, I look about Alas, and all by days end, gone He casts his humors, horrors, incessant shade She warms my laugh, soothes pain and fear Together they ride, My demons perched on either shoulder Pulling a sinister grin from ear to ear Life, stopped inside a dusty bottle My left hand holds it like a prayer The hapless maw of shadow waiting Each dawn to dusk, till nightfall’s edge Edacious poised to engulf me there Alone I take the damning course Scripture’s own pale horse I ride Cruel the dry winds biting force Till even they, my dearest friends Shall at long last must cast me aside Here thought fades alongside memory Blinding malice shards desert sand I swiftly ride into jaws of my own making Through batwing doors, wrought iron gate Where waits your empty shiner’s stand.

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Sep 18, 2022

Sep 18, 2022 at 4:12 PM UTC

The Shiner's Stand

I knew a kind old preacher once The least of likely places met He never fiery sermon preached But with me still A seed he left I find myself some years down the path Lost, naught with house nor home But not for loss of company My bitter and sweet compatriots Beside me, a trio, we three roam El Sombra is a handsome gent My closest friend, strays but never far Darker than me in every way A wicked humor, exquisite memory One purest soul as black as tar He rarely speaks but when he does Only whispers in my ear Things t’would make the old crone blush The noble gallant, shudder fear But to balance out my ***** and specter I hold the lady on my left Singing the ever youthful, maiden’s song Tales of love, of joy, of sorrows past That sweetest kiss of promise hides, Behind Decanter’s ornate breast How did you do it preacher, Conquer such demons, leave them past? Was it your wife, Her love that kept you true, Some friend or God that held you fast? I’ve tasted lips of lovers sweet All fade, but not my siren’s song Friends endeavored to walk beside Till shadows reach, I look about Alas, and all by days end, gone He casts his humors, horrors, incessant shade She warms my laugh, soothes pain and fear Together they ride, My demons perched on either shoulder Pulling a sinister grin from ear to ear Life, stopped inside a dusty bottle My left hand holds it like a prayer The hapless maw of shadow waiting Each dawn to dusk, till nightfall’s edge Edacious poised to engulf me there Alone I take the damning course Scripture’s own pale horse I ride Cruel the dry winds biting force Till even they, my dearest friends Shall at long last must cast me aside Here thought fades alongside memory Blinding malice shards desert sand I swiftly ride into jaws of my own making Through batwing doors, wrought iron gate Where waits your empty shiner’s stand.

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I’m fine It’s nothing A cocked brow A notion Disinterested sigh Not important Bygone valor Gallantry shrugged In commonplace lie Bravado amongst poets Passion, satire, silent glyphs Etched to the bone By penman, scribe Acting, wishing, Holding place, Word, sentence, Stanza, rhyme Tears written Down a hardened face Literature’s torture Pain sublime. He thirsted after knowledge once Pleasures, power, did pursue Labored for approvals eye Quest for love One’s solemn vow Words his only retinue Musical ballads Crescendo al coda Bittersweet Grimm’s Tale apologue send Turning season’s leaves Burn fiery gold Autumn’s soft embrace Preceding winter Chilling touch Of daylight’s end Words meanings bitten, Hoarded, gripped in brazen gall As if to stave off hunger Hold back the ships The red dogwood rain Black cherry fall Winter’s frost Its ushered kiss Loneliness your coffin Fears entombing wall My sonata written, cast Of ebony hue Guise of pride or humility Fear whispers A life’s merits Achievements Matter not Soul hidden Unread, unsung Silence Pride enthroned Your own tearstained Rorschach Lone butterfly blot.

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Sep 11, 2022

Sep 11, 2022 at 6:37 PM UTC

One Man’s Silence

I’m fine It’s nothing A cocked brow A notion Disinterested sigh Not important Bygone valor Gallantry shrugged In commonplace lie Bravado amongst poets Passion, satire, silent glyphs Etched to the bone By penman, scribe Acting, wishing, Holding place, Word, sentence, Stanza, rhyme Tears written Down a hardened face Literature’s torture Pain sublime. He thirsted after knowledge once Pleasures, power, did pursue Labored for approvals eye Quest for love One’s solemn vow Words his only retinue Musical ballads Crescendo al coda Bittersweet Grimm’s Tale apologue send Turning season’s leaves Burn fiery gold Autumn’s soft embrace Preceding winter Chilling touch Of daylight’s end Words meanings bitten, Hoarded, gripped in brazen gall As if to stave off hunger Hold back the ships The red dogwood rain Black cherry fall Winter’s frost Its ushered kiss Loneliness your coffin Fears entombing wall My sonata written, cast Of ebony hue Guise of pride or humility Fear whispers A life’s merits Achievements Matter not Soul hidden Unread, unsung Silence Pride enthroned Your own tearstained Rorschach Lone butterfly blot.

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Since antiquity time Men have borne symbols The lion, eagle, Dragon and stag To encourage and give Sacrifice meaning While young ones Our loved ones Lie peacefully dreaming For whom deaths shadow Silent hunger ardently waits. By torchlight, watchful I shall ever be Till at last fells true Times arrow off fate I will bear my arms Honor held proudly Into Hell’s maw Its fang laden gate. For them I give My own life gratefully Smiles again I may never see Till my banner and borne Suffuse to one seamlessly. For them I will stand Against the gale Forward to face Their levee The storm I will abate.

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Sep 11, 2022

Sep 11, 2022 at 5:20 PM UTC

For Whom

Since antiquity time Men have borne symbols The lion, eagle, Dragon and stag To encourage and give Sacrifice meaning While young ones Our loved ones Lie peacefully dreaming For whom deaths shadow Silent hunger ardently waits. By torchlight, watchful I shall ever be Till at last fells true Times arrow off fate I will bear my arms Honor held proudly Into Hell’s maw Its fang laden gate. For them I give My own life gratefully Smiles again I may never see Till my banner and borne Suffuse to one seamlessly. For them I will stand Against the gale Forward to face Their levee The storm I will abate.

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One does not scale then claim the ancient mountain Nor by pretension tame the sea Sate the deep fire’s searing fountain Noble, though futile attempts be. Blood, sweat stained, predatory Alone infernum, lux ignis I stand. I fight with no hope for victory Mine crimson staccato metronome, life’s sweet stain on desert sand. Dispassionate, Fire’s breadth consuming all Whilst ever hollowing from within; Cracked lips cachinnate the brazen gall, Endeavoring as healers’ medicine. Adrift till the last ember chokes, emptied all of malice and slaughter, Peace be that last repose, my nox aquis, to be embraced by night upon the water.

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Oct 25, 2021

Oct 25, 2021 at 12:43 PM UTC

Canticum bellator est vincit qui patitur

One does not scale then claim the ancient mountain Nor by pretension tame the sea Sate the deep fire’s searing fountain Noble, though futile attempts be. Blood, sweat stained, predatory Alone infernum, lux ignis I stand. I fight with no hope for victory Mine crimson staccato metronome, life’s sweet stain on desert sand. Dispassionate, Fire’s breadth consuming all Whilst ever hollowing from within; Cracked lips cachinnate the brazen gall, Endeavoring as healers’ medicine. Adrift till the last ember chokes, emptied all of malice and slaughter, Peace be that last repose, my nox aquis, to be embraced by night upon the water.

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Like the horse Has his rider, The moon Has it’s sky, So a man Has his loneliness, Mistaken as pride.

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Oct 23, 2020

Oct 23, 2020 at 12:25 AM UTC

A poem that is not mine, but resonated with me and was worth sharing

Like the horse Has his rider, The moon Has it’s sky, So a man Has his loneliness, Mistaken as pride.

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I’ve seen it 3 times in my life Once by accident, when I was very young, Once by choice, on a spit of land along an old road you’d never know unless you’d been there, And now, every time I look in a mirror

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Oct 13, 2020

Oct 13, 2020 at 7:32 PM UTC

Three times

I’ve seen it 3 times in my life Once by accident, when I was very young, Once by choice, on a spit of land along an old road you’d never know unless you’d been there, And now, every time I look in a mirror

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I’m still here Still driving Still pushing Still fighting And that’s the worst part Sometimes Yet I’m still here And here I’ll stay As long as it takes.. Until that that final note is played A final sunrise that heralds My night watches end One more beautiful day There’s still hope

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Oct 8, 2020

Oct 8, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC

I’m still here

I’m still here Still driving Still pushing Still fighting And that’s the worst part Sometimes Yet I’m still here And here I’ll stay As long as it takes.. Until that that final note is played A final sunrise that heralds My night watches end One more beautiful day There’s still hope

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I came to a door To visit once again To almost feel warmth Happiness, therein. But I’ll return again, And again turn To spur saddle and thorn That none come to fear me None can my name mourn Selfishness or not I turn to darkness once more Preserving that hope ever present Held just out of reach, The shadow of a whisper An unknown presence On the far side of a door.

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Oct 4, 2020

Oct 4, 2020 at 12:36 PM UTC

Better this way

I came to a door To visit once again To almost feel warmth Happiness, therein. But I’ll return again, And again turn To spur saddle and thorn That none come to fear me None can my name mourn Selfishness or not I turn to darkness once more Preserving that hope ever present Held just out of reach, The shadow of a whisper An unknown presence On the far side of a door.

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I wish I had a coat of silk, the color of the sky. I wish I had a lady fair, as any butterfly I wish I had a house of stone that looked down on the sea But most of all I wish that I was someone else but me. (Madeleine cheers up Gonzo) Now I don't have a coat of silk, but still I have the sky Now I don't have a lady, but there goes a butterfly Now I don't have a house of stone, but I can see the sea Now most of all I know that I am happy to be me. I'm happy to be me.

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Nov 24, 2019

Nov 24, 2019 at 1:50 PM UTC

The wishing song by Gonzo

I wish I had a coat of silk, the color of the sky. I wish I had a lady fair, as any butterfly I wish I had a house of stone that looked down on the sea But most of all I wish that I was someone else but me. (Madeleine cheers up Gonzo) Now I don't have a coat of silk, but still I have the sky Now I don't have a lady, but there goes a butterfly Now I don't have a house of stone, but I can see the sea Now most of all I know that I am happy to be me. I'm happy to be me.

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