"aray" poems
In praise of Eliza, Queen of the Shepherds
See where she sits upon the grassie greene,
(O seemely sight!)
Yclad in Scarlot, like a mayden Queene,
And ermines white:
Upon her head a Cremosin coronet
With Damaske roses and Daffadillies set:
Bay leaves betweene,
And primroses greene,
Embellish the sweete Violet.
Tell me, have ye seene her angelick face
Like Phoebe fayre?
Her heavenly haveour, her princely grace,
Can you well compare?
The Redde rose medled with the White yfere,
In either cheeke depeincten lively chere:
Her modest eye,
Her Majestie,
Where have you seene the like but there?
I see Calliope speede her to the place,
Where my Goddesse shines;
And after her the other Muses trace
With their Violines.
Bene they not Bay braunches which they do beare,
All for Elisa in her hand to weare?
So sweetely they play,
And sing all the way,
That it a heaven is to heare.
Lo, how finely the Graces can it foote
To the Instrument:
They dauncen deffly, and singen soote,
In their meriment.
Wants not a fourth Grace to make the daunce even?
Let that rowme to my Lady be yeven.
She shal be a Grace,
To fyll the fourth place,
And reigne with the rest in heaven.
Bring hether the Pincke and purple Cullambine,
With Gelliflowres;
Bring Coronations, and Sops-in-wine
Worne of Paramoures:
Strowe me the ground with Daffadowndillies,
And Cowslips, and Kingcups, and lovèd Lillies:
The pretie Pawnce,
And the Chevisaunce,
Shall match with the fayre flowre Delice.
Now ryse up, Elisa, deckèd as thou art
In royall aray;
And now ye daintie Damsells may depart
Eche one her way.
I feare I have troubled your troupes to longe:
Let dame Elisa thanke you for her song:
And if you come hether
When Damsines I gether,
I will part them all you among.
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We lined the ridge of Senlac hill
The shield wall stood five men deep
In the autumn chill
The came at us on horse and foot
But we were the men of the Sussex weald
Men who would not yealed
Our shields now hacked and broken
Bodies bloodied bruised and sore
But we the housecarles of the English King
Would stand and fight the war
Prince William came with his aray the English crown to take
But we the men of Sussex
Would many French bones break
Alas our shield wall has broken
Kentish men on the right have charged
They sought to cut the Norman line
And so the men of Kent did die
The French now archers did deploy
With bitter arows fired high
Harold, our king, our leige Lord
Took an arrow in his eye
We gathered round his body
We men of the Sussex Weald
Our king was dead, the battle lost
But Sussex men don't yeald
The shield wall now in disaray
Large gaps now opened up
Brave men now die before the spear
From the broadswords vicious cut
And so we died on Senlac ridge
But there were no wounds in our backs
We died for England's glory
Cut down by spear and axe
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
Ba't ang sarap masaktan?
'Yung tipong, alam **** masakit pero binabalik-balikan.
'Yung hindi naman dapat,
Pero nakailan na akong apat.
Tuwing siya'y pumapasok sa isip ko,
Gusto kong puntahan ang profile niya; oo
Gaga ako dahil sinasaktan ko ang sarili ko
Kahit alam kong mapapa-aray ako sa kirot
Paano eh,
Siya ang nagpasaya sayo noon eh.
Ayon, gusto ko bigla siyang makilala.
Anong klaseng babae ba siya?
Paano ka ba niya napamahal sa kanya?
Mga tanong ganon ay nais kong sagutin
Kahit ng mga kaibigan mo, pwede na rin.
Mga litrato nang inyong mga alaala,
Sayo ay wala na.
Pero sa kanya, wala na rin ba?
O mahal ka pa niya?
Napapasobra na ata ako
Dahil kahit mga pag-uusap ninyo noon,
Gusto kong mabasa ngayon;
Magkatulad kaya kayo noon sa ngayong tayo?
Alam kong wala nang kayo
At ngayon ay may tayo,
Ngunit ako'y patawarin mo, mahal
Hindi ko mapigilan ang nais kahit bawal.
Hindi ko rin maintindihan
Kung bakit masarap masaktan.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 8:11 AM UTC
*What passes as chaos from dawn till dusk,
Alters into the most fascinating aray of lights at night.
An abundance of lit buildings showcasing a skyline of a once town now a luminescent anomaly.
A neon horizon upon a city of life,
Movement, that never sleeps*
Amanda. F (c) 2017
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 3:07 AM UTC
A row of cords on a glistening guitar layed side by side, new and untouched. A new world they seemed to share as they dwelled together in content.
When lean fingers struck them, they played a beautiful melody that nothing could compare to the harmonies that they sung.
They heard the voices sing as they played and they danced along the roaring flames of light tunes. They shared together seas of memories as the clock ticked by until...until it went aray.
Amongst the wires of iron one was there no longer, space taking it's place.
No more did the cords play melodies, harmonies or artistary. They stayed quite, droplets of sorrow slid down the oak base of their home.
But one day...one day the space was no longer empty, but instead another untainted wire stood firm.
However even though the missing cord was replaced, nothing could fill the empty spaces in their hearts.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
"Describe me"
"Describe me", he says.
He practically whispers it in my ear, spider legs crawl along my spine.
Brown hair, not very dark, but not light either. Cut short, so short the feeling of small spikes, buzzed.
Skin, pale. A living color yet light enough to see through when searched for.
Eyes are hazel, closer to brown. I wonder if they have ever cried since back then? Not black orbs that are too dark for any light, but neither light enough to see something shoking behind them. Muddied, an aray of colors, which color is true?
Nose is standard but used to smelling blood I bet, like a shark.
Lips pursed into a thin, pink line. Do you ever smile or only wear that mischeivous and knowing smirk?
Body and limbs, strong and long, fidgeting at your sides.
Hands, so cold but burn everything you touch. Your hands can heal as much as they bruise. Put a comforting touch on a wounded knee, then reach a little higher.
Higher and higher, hands are never satisfied, always hungry, always wanting more. Touching things that they are not allowed to touch.
Breath burns my skin.
I exhale and speak.
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 6:00 PM UTC
searching for the words to say.
you know those
that chase thoughts away
that force the confidence
that I have in these words
to dissipate.
I love you.
seems so easy.
but in the past have been the catalyst
causing the whole thing to go aray.
those words which carry so much depth
yet hold not enough weight.
to convey what I'm actually trying to say.
I love you.
but I don't mean it that way.
your thoughts
your being
the way your hips sway
all have broken the walls I have built
until this day.
I love you.
but makes the words so hard to say
to your face.
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 4:35 PM UTC