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 Dec 2015
SøułSurvivør
~~~°°♡°°~~~

before a golden
bowl she stands
crystal sceptre
in her hands
~
exquisite form
bone china face
possessed of
perfect poise
and grace
~
hair so fine
lustrous, rich
like cornsilk platinum
to bewitch
~
eyes of wisdom
seas untold
revealing naught
but deepest
SOUL
~
encrusted sheath
shows hips that flare
diaphemous sleeves
lift with the air
~
oval jaw
cheekbones strong
her lips move
in elvish song
~
what does she know
that lights her eyes
violet
profoundly
wise
~
but sadness fills her
as she sings
she can't possess
The one
great
RING
~
mistress of
the wooded lands
monarch
noble
ethereal
GRAND
~
before a bowl
she casts her spell
immortal
queen

GALADRIEL


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SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/30/2015
all rights protected
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as a child i was fascinated by
JRR Tolkien
especially with the elves

GALADRIEL
was one of my favorite characters
beautiful beyond compare
wisdom profound as oceans
and
TERRIBLE IN POWER

i wanted to be like her
but in my humanity
could not

yet i
DEAMED
 Dec 2015
Jude kyrie
You Are My Sunshine

Joe he was
the eldest of us all
He would pick me up after work
And sing to me I was his baby sister

You are my sunshine
my only sunshine


I loved Joe
so big and solid so good.
I used to hug his neck as he lifted me
Like a feather in his arms
I love you Joe
I love you too Sweetie

You make me happy when skies are grey

There was a war in far off  land
I do not understand wars
I just wanted my Joe

You never know dear how much I love you

He went away in a soldiers uniform
I waited at the gate for him every day
Come back Joe I miss you

Please don’t take my sunshine away

Two soldiers came today and talked to mom
She wept and held her head in her hands
At night in my sleep I see you Joe
You lift me up in your strong arms
So safe so loving so sweet
In the distance from a long way away
I hear your voice again Joe

You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
when skies are grey


I feel safe again Joe
I know your alright.
I love you joe
Joe was my brother
Irene is the little girl in the poem
she is my sister.
the story is factual.
And told through the eyes of my sister.
when she was a child
perhaps that's why I hate war so much.
Jude.
 Dec 2015
Mike Hauser
You used to be a part of me
Now all I do is make believe
What friends are left, now all they see
Is how my life is incomplete

I went ahead and changed my name
To Incomplete as of late
At any given time of day
That's the statement that I make

Through all intents and purposes
I'll make it through the worst of this
Remembering our relationship
And all that I poured into it

Now as Mr. Incomplete
I walk alone along these city streets
Remembering the better half of me
And how it all used to be

Things have never been the same
Since with your help I changed my name
Want you to know it's not to late
To change it back if you'll just say

But as it is in all of this
I'm living out my emptiness
All of this came more or less
On the day that you left

You made me out to who I am
That, no more than half a man
Mr. Incomplete is where I stand
Known far and wide throughout the land
 Dec 2015
Irving MacPherson
I've heard some of the best,

hung around

with Priests or pastors

shared our records
spoke poetically

wondered about it all..

doesn't change the fact

we were all entertainers.
 Dec 2015
SE Reimer
~

solstice = sun stopped; in the case of winter solstice,
the moment when the sun ceases its journey northward
from the earth’s equator and turns southward toward
longer days; much like the journey our sun takes,
love solstice then is that moment of
arrest and redirect for one’s direction of travel
in life... and in this, the moment
a Sagittarian and Capricornian
separated on two sides of the solstice,
turn, collide and coalesce.


~

hers,
the waning side,
winter's reprise,
calls to the night,
at height of eventide.
his,
on ebbing turn,
the sun's reverse,
together rise to step
as one at winter's ball.
their dance across the sky
'neath moonlit nights.
two in love,
in lockstep of
the stars above,
collide and coalesce,
their waltz amidst
the delicate pearls of
a Milky Way stage!
no more his lonely
path among the stars;
his heart she's swept,
to never dance alone;
her arrow sent with bow,
piercing to the marrow,
holds his life,
his very soul.
bold and daring,
her voice of caring,
soothes his troubled heart.
he, her promise, calls
to her adven’trous heart,
two stepping toward
a rising warming sun,
in birth that spans
the space and time between,
forever now as one;
this their solstice of love!

~

post script.

*she (late Sagittarian) is the setting-sun-kissed, rain-misted huntress,
he (early Capricornian) is the rising sun's icicled traveler.  
mere days separating their arrival, though theirs could not be
more varied.  their births under different signs; his in the wintry
heartland, hers in the sun-kissed southwest; individually they are fire
and ice, huntress and wanderer who together have captured,
captivated each the other’s heart.  you’re not likely to see them
separately, but when you do, it’s only briefly when resupplying
their home, their hearth, their hearts. two making a most unlikely one,
but oh so surprisingly, so beautifully passionate!
 Dec 2015
Joe Adomavicia
There is more to the sky than clouds.
I have gazed upon the facets of seasonal and natural occurrence
and never on any given day have I seen the same view twice—
I am inclined to think the same could be said about each other,
if and only if we cared to have a little more love for one another.
Joseph R. Adomavicia
 Dec 2015
Joe Adomavicia
By definition, talent is to have natural aptitude or skill,
So naturally for a poet like myself,
Talent is what happens when artistry
Becomes the integration of poetic elements—
Transferred from savage seas of thought
To the nakedness of a sheet of paper—
A voice of confidence composing songs of beauty in motion,
Live wired passion sparking spirit lifting inspiration.

Talent is within the heart of whom possesses it—
If the vessel is tainted with chaos
Then the outcome of devastation is imminent
If the vessel is painted with endearment
Then the outcome of equanimity is prominent

By definition, talent is to have natural aptitude or skill,
So naturally for a poet like myself,
Talent is a gift ,one not obtained freely—
nor does it find its way to everyone,
but it is the duty of the talented
to be inspiration for the talent-less—
To be a human of poetry,
A messenger of the earth,
Parallel to fellow man,
no matter the race, creed or gender.

Talent is within the heart of whom possesses it—
If the vessel is tainted with chaos
Then the outcome of devastation is imminent
If the vessel is painted with endearment
Then the outcome of equanimity is prominent.

Joseph R. Adomavicia
I have decided to come back to HP.
I have missed the community and look forward to reading more of the great poetry that is here. :)

This poem was inspired from a friend of mine. He made an inquiry that I should write a poem titled "What is Talent" and this is what I came up with tonight.
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