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She watched the water slip and slop
As flurried flames climbed up to heat
And bubble boil the cooking ***
Emitting steam to rise and sweep

In splendid arcs and cloudy wisps
Of candy cotton colored plumes
That filled the cavern air with sips
Of fragrant tones and sweet perfumes

And withered bony fingers bent
To loosely grip a ladle shaft
And scooping water, swiftly went
To pour a steaming cloudy draught

Into a pretty painted cup
Upon a dais of sorcery
And gulping down a mighty sup
She gasped,
                    *"A lovely cup of tea!"

Sudoku Simon
Plays “The Witness” — Beams switch on
For mental fitness!

To wit to woo, or not to wit to woo,
Would wooing suit a suitor shy on wit?
Or would a witty suitor suit poor Sue,
For Sue aint one to want a witless twit!
If Sue is wooed by witty repartee,
Then Sue and suitor could be well suited,
But he who woo's poor Sue with lethargy,
Is like to like not how he gets booted!
So if you want to woo, and to woo Sue,
Then deign to don a suit and do your bit,
To shoot for Sue, your wit should shoot straight thru',
Or wooing Sue aint worth a sack of spit;
        Poor Sue just wants a witty suitor, see?
        So if your wit is wanting, leave her be!

Wouldst thou endure to fade like autumn gold,
To see thy treasures dulled in fading light,
To watch alone thy tarnished days unfold,
And pass a pauper into worthless night?
Who then will bring a wreath unto thy rest,
And keep thy garden flowered, as is thy wont?
The barren cross that lays above thy breast
Would bear thy name, yet bring to thee affront.
But if thou takes a servant to thy cause,
To tend thy garden and to do thy deeds,
And he would gift a son with no remorse
To tend to thee when his own strength accedes:
Thy treasure trove reflected in his gleaming
Would bring thee joy as thou is ever dreaming.

If I would ask these things of thee
Wouldst thou compose sweet poetry
And carve our hearts in symmetry
Upon a cherry blossom tree

Wouldst thou accept on bended knee
A vow to love but only thee
And sacrifice thy liberty
In service and in sanctity

Wouldst thou endure the changing sea
To chart a course that none foresee
To drift to see what e'er we see
Beyond forgotten shore and lea

If thou wouldst do these things for me
Our hearts would bloom in sympathy
And love, my love, I'd ever be
Thy love who scribes thy poetry

You stand within a wooded glade
The air is still and calm
Your hand rests on a mighty blade
A shield upon your arm

> GO NORTH

You stand beside a castle moat
The water, grim and dark
To cross you'll need to find a boat
Or build yourself an ark

> BUILD ARK

To build an ark would take a year
And lots of willing folk
(We wrote this whilst we drank some beer
That option was a joke)

> FIND BOAT

You really think you'll find a boat?
You're not the brightest spark
You're meant to think, you silly goat
(Or maybe build an ark?)

> GO NORTH

You walk towards the castle keep
And fall into the moat
Lucky for you, it's not too deep
Since armor doesn't float

> GO EAST

You're standing in an ogre camp
Three ogres are asleep
One looks like he's an ogre champ
(Perhaps you'd better creep?)

> **** OGRES

You draw your sword and take a stance
You howl a battle cry
The ogres wake and watch you dance
Then hit you and you die

GAME OVER

(L)oad saved game  (N)ew game  (Q)uit? >_

Your laughing eyes filled up my cup of yore
When summer flowed in endless streams, yet when
Sure-footed feet were swept out from the shore
Then time unkindly turned our now to then.

You laughed and yet your eyes revealed in you
Deep secrets hidden down within the deep
Blue oceans of your soul, that guard the blue
Keep of your moated castle where you keep

Those inner thoughts you dare not share and those
Which weave a spell as tho' some haggard witch,
Nose misshapen, had snorted from her nose
Rich veins of silver bound to make her rich.

Long not for treasured silence e'er life long,
Song gifts the world and those who gift their song.

My love, I long to hold you, how I miss
Your gorgeous smile; how sad I feel today,
Your zest for life, your tender loving kiss,
The pain within me never goes away.
Depression eats my soul, drives me to drink,
And through the drunken haze, I dream of death;
The poetry I write just makes me think
Of you, my love, with every waking breath.
I write you this, a final poem thus
To tell a tale, my heart so full of woe,
A dull heartbreak for memory of us
As sadness leads me to my final throe;
Here at the end, my thoughts are all of you,
I hope, my love, we'll soon be born anew.