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st64 Apr 2013
1.
This century
His end may not make the news
Nor for this year
Nor this month.



2.
But for this day
His end would make serious dent
As he holds her hand
To weather this storm.



3.
Yes, on their knees, they sob
For 'tis not only his end
Which would mark heavy plight
Three felt it in this sad twist.



4.
Beautiful burden....
Gone for good.
Tears bring back nought:
They both lost out....this day.



S T, 12 April 2013
Title is deliberately awkward.

Two people in suffering, yet grow ever closer......having gone through a (late) spontaneous abortion.
st64 Apr 2013
Let floodgates open wide
Heaven's gate ajar
Blind to your tears.


.........
.....
...
.


S T, 12 April 2013
Just love the rain, such a season
Now....smile, whatever the reason.  

:)
st64 Apr 2013
I grabbed a piece of sky
And pressed it in your hand
Mind, hold tight now
Lest it be ripped away.

I stole a slice of rainbow
And placed in your eyes
Mind, don't shut now
Let it show all for us.

I longed for waxless endearment
And you apportioned lots my way
When I looked up to see
You stood, holding stars out to me.....


And so.....
Starry eyes.....
Shiny hope....
Tingly heart....
Waxless en-dear-meant!





S T, 12 April 2013
Yes....waxless, indeed.

Mind, never did like...shiny, though....always preferred matte....lol

NoneTHEless, it's endearment and its presence of any proportion, I definitely scoff not at.

:)
st64 Apr 2013
1.
Cry not, little sister
'Tis but the way of t'world.



2.
Seigneur's pleasure hold fort,
No doubt
Give in to
Prima Nocte.



3.
New bride's
.......sweetest petals......
Ravaged.

Greet sad grooms
Parcel undone.


S T , 12 April 2013
Bad, bad law of ***** era.

Like in the times of the Crusaders...or shown in cool movie 'Braveheart'.



From - http://uk.answers.yahoo.com

Was 'prima nocta' ever a real law?
In braveheart it was a law decreeing that any english lord may sleep with any common girl, in order to breed out the scots. In a time of war, torture & cruelty, it doesn't seem to be far fetched!

Yes it existed. And unlike what was shown in Braveheart, where it was actually used was the local priest. The local priest, who provided the marriage vows, would claim "prima nocta" to bless the wedding and "deflower" the ****** so the poor husband would not get blood on himself. It would usually happen the night before the wedding!


Yes, even hundreds of years ago priests were using their influence for their own ****** satisfaction and to control the people of his flock.

If true....****** twits!
st64 Apr 2013
1.
Ye knew not me
As passing by
On yonder shore.



2.
No query of tongue, m'Lord
Canst let scales fall down.



3.
Sired was I nobly
Yet....
Thy Lady
Fall'st
To Papa.



4.
Desolation reaped
While trust is placed
And honour
Forever lost.



S T, 11 April 2013
Looks like Lancelot was a naughty lad, then....
st64 Apr 2013
1.
Sweet love
Oh, such sweet love.



2.
Stick into the pincushion of hope
Gentle pins of far-off dreams,
Holding wispy threads of desire
For which time (as a heading) is never enough.


Push down and drown all thought
Which beckon expectation -
And trust to want less.... or nothing;
Thus reduced, we get no fails.



3.
All up to the sky
We cry,
Agonising -
That waiting of footfall.

Then.....
Lovely flow.
Yes, let's dare to increase
Irregular patterns of abdicated pain.
To fulfill what is so held back.



4.
Because of you
Three days can last a lifetime
Full of affection and delicious warmth
Within the bearings of your arms.



5.
Dreams in the coffee whorls
Willing spindles now
Turn as they eddy...like happy tidings
All around my head.

Dreamscapes thrive
In dulcet whirls inside our core.



6.
No shipwrecks here,
No abandoning of esperance.

No deserting,
No dereliction of love.

No grief,
No castaways on hopeless coast.

These proffered crumbs on palm
Become sought-after......and precious gifts.



7.
Sweet love garnered over time
Poured slowly.....into sacred cup.
Where phantoms run to hide away
No abode for wicked despair.

Oh, for lovelorn hearts and broken dreams
To find such gladness in a cup
We hold hope, ever bold....so deep in heart
And sink away in woven bliss.

Capsule of infinity.....



8.
Come, let us drink
From our coffee-cup.....
Of love.

Oh, come......



9.
Time to kneel and give thanks
Place forgiving wafer on tongue.
Take none in haste
Accept only when ready.

To....
Drink sweetness of sky's nectar.



10.
Of pastures plain
And meadow green
Swift do echoes fall
As moments slip away....like clouds.



11.
Oh, and....

One sugar....
(No analogy needed, surely :)

Hot.....
(Nor here!)

And BLACK, please.



S T,  11 April 2013
Love in the coffee.....oh, yeah.

Don't spill now, guys!    lol

You never know what marvelous tales and fabulous moments await....all inside that small cup.

Could well be a hopeful taste of some swell luuurrrrve!
He he


A somewhat (semi-facetious) version of a modern Grail-tale......whatevr, man.

And......er, please do keep yer hair on, dear chaps!
Not intended for anyone to be offended, I ask ye on bended knee...

:)

Have a cuppa, then?
st64 Apr 2013
A light curtain .....
Dazedness
Covers the back of my eyes.

Calm and easy I feel
Here's to a new day.



S T, 11 April 2013
Hm...... and swell day to you, too!

:)
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