#archer
Is everyone cross in Crosstown?
Is everyone old in Old Town?
Are there not enough Indians in Chiefland?
Just what is trending in Trenton?
Are those springs cooled off enough by now in Fanning Springs?
And just what ARE People willing to do in Williston?!
AND...aren't they tanned enough by now in Bronson?
Can they hit the target in Archer?
And what have we gained in Gainesville?
They can view a river in Riverview.
And those Clowns talk gib in Gibsonton.
But do the Oaks call “La’ in Ocala?
And what are they tamping down in Tampa?
Inquiring minds do want to know! :0)
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 5:40 PM UTC
One notch and straight, decided fate.
Then loose and look, another's took.
A visor up, one on the floor
the naive put it up to four.
The boulder crash
and rip of leather
the quiver's gone but not
too slow
comes back the bow
and arrow tip,
and tearing through
a savage eye
that's number five that he decides.
But now another's tagged his throat
and down he goes, and so he knows,
that its not smart to mess about
with sticks and stones and long bows.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 7:27 AM UTC
An arrow flying through the sky
does it hit it's mark, as it passes by
just like a shooting star
such grace and beauty
who was the archer
did he shoot for pleasure, or duty
But never will we know
for the body is so slow
compared to the speed
of a fast-moving arrow
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 1:29 PM UTC
Archers!
Ready your bow.
Aim.
Fire.
The last arrow was fired.
And as quickly as the arrow sprang from bow to target.
She was gone.
Disappearing into the night, dressed in black.
What is this urge to impress you?
This feeling of heartbreak over someone that was never mine?
Why is there still hope?
Maybe because theres still a spark.
And with that spark I want to burn the world.
Burn it with you!
But...I think;
I'm only burning myself.
I'd do anything.
Go anywhere.
Just to see you.
In my arms again.
Archers!
Ready your bow.
Aim.
Fire.
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 4:30 AM UTC
Are you ready to draw the final arrow?
To take that last gaze upon those sapphire eyes?
To put your hands on her porcelain waist?
To touch those heavenly lips with my own?
I can't let go of you're heart. Im addicted.
Addicted to your humour.
Addicted to your love.
Addicted to your care.
Let me take you on adventures.
Let me show you I am worth it.
Let me hold you tightly and hug you.
Let me show you passion.
With my hands on your face.
My eyes locked with yours.
My energy towards you.
My love within you.
How can one let go of all of this?
How could I forget?
How could I let you go?
How can I cast myself out of the picture?
I want to breathe your air.
Laugh at your jokes.
Learn from your wit.
Run into the night with you.
Am I ready to draw the final arrow?
The truth is...
No.
I am not.
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 7:10 AM UTC
If I were Newland Archer
What would I now do with my love?
Would I torment her, ask impossible things,
Surrender to her irrational command
And let the others make my future plans?
Oh no! My beloved Ellen was wrong!
To think that I could stay the course,
That marriage could end like a closing door,
And leave the future in May’s serpentine hands.
This time, if such a chance were given me,
What would I do to make safe our love?
I would give up all I had thought so dear,
My frivolous books, effete pursuits, so she could be near.
I was unworthy, the first time, I know.
I consented to her feeling that I must go.
But now I would re-arrange my life, dare any disdain
Just to kiss her wrist in unfounded faith.
Would I again leave my Love if told to choose?
No! I was weak before, thinking that I had no chance.
Yes, oh, yes! How could I ever bear to lose
My Ellen and our enchanted dance?
I know I have wronged those who trusted me,
But don’t blame the unwitting authoress of my woe!
For it was my own frailty that blinded me,
My disregard for those things that
Any man with a heart should know.
I see now that if to May’s wish I did not bend,
She would see my surrender was great to me but small to her,
She would find another, as resolute women do under duress.
And instead of a false life, Ellen, I could be alive with you!
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Written if Newland Archer (of the novel "Age of Innocence") had listened to no one and abandoned not only the wife who shanghaied him into domestic servitude, but his own priggish insistence on doing the “right” thing for the wrong reasons.
Semi-finished, June 19, 2011
Sharon Talbot
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
My words wish to ascend , but my thought are that
Of an archer and I **** them before they release.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 6:33 PM UTC
Arrows your choir.
Release.
In come high soaring melodies
The air bathes in their aromas
A disguise for incoming piercings.
One strike upon the next.
Perseverance bleeds from every wound.
First it trickles
Now it pours.
When struck again
Please find my head or my throat.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
Are we really done
with phrasing? I mean, I just
wish someone told me
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC
Twinkle Twinkle little Archer
How I wonder who's that girl again
Up above the TV so high
Like a spy in the plane.
WATCH HERE: [Archer Season 6 Episode 1](http://www.ustream.tv/channel/watcharcherseason6episode1234567890online).
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
Now stand.
Strike a pose.
Dont forget this one thing,
You are beautiful.
Now aim,
Strain your string.
Your bow will obey.
Ready to spring.
Fire!
End their life.
They tried to destroy you,
In this moment of strife.
Kneel beside their corpse.
Gracefully closing their eyes.
Respect comes first.
"Requiescat en Pace.."
May Requiem have your soul.
At rest.
Requiescat en Pace.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 7:35 AM UTC