"hinds" poems
You brave heroic minds,
Worthy your country's name,
That honour still pursue,
Go, and subdue,
Whilst loit'ring hinds
Lurke here at home with shame.
Britons, you stay too long,
Quickly aboard bestow you;
And with a merry gale
Swell your stretched sail,
With vows as strong
As the winds that blow you.
Your course securely steer,
West and by South forth keep;
Rocks, lee-shores, nor shoals,
When Eolus scowls,
You need nor fear,
So absolute the deep.
And cheerfully at sea,
Success you still entice
To get the pearl and gold;
And ours to hold
Virginia,
Earth's only Paradise.
Where Nature hath in store
Fowl, venison, and fish;
And the fruitfull'st soil,
Without your toil,
Three harvests more,
All greater than your wish.
And the ambitious vine
Crowns with his purple mass
The cedar reaching high
To kiss the sky,
The cypress, pine,
And useful sassafras.
To whom the golden age
Still Nature's laws doth give,
No other cares attend
But them to defend
From winter's rage,
That long there doth not live.
When as the luscious smell
Of that delicious land,
Above the sea that flows,
The clear wind throws,
Your hearts to swell,
Approaching the dear strand.
In kenning of the shore,
(Thanks to God first given)
O you, the happiest men,
Be frolic then!
Let canons roar,
Frighting the wide heaven!
And in regions far
Such heroes bring ye forth
As those from whom we came,
And plant our name
Under that star
Not known unto our North.
And as there plenty grows
Of laurel everywhere,
Apollo's sacred tree,
You may it see
A poet's brows
To crown, that may sing there.
Thy voyages attend
Industrious Hakluit,
Whose reading shall inflame
Men to seek fame,
And much commend
To after-times thy wit.
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As we open up our doors,
Light shines across the floors,
Opening our minds,
Not turning our hinds,
No need to pick a side,
We don't have to hide,
Closeted minds,
Hates what fear finds,
Listen to us,
Without any fuss,
You will learn,
For what you yearn,
Is not behind a closed door,
See with your own eyes,
She does not sigh,
Nor run and hide,
She doesn't pick a side,
We yearn to be free,
Not held in some prison,
To be tortured,
To die unknown,
So be free,
In this Sea,
Free of Greed,
To plant the seed,
Grow the trees,
That frees,
Our souls that hide,
From you, inside.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
Alien among aliens,
Fanning delicate fins to promenade
A prim coquette and starchy cavalier
Trimmed and tined in ossein finery,
Sipping shrimp cocktails, dancing demure
Circles before blushing coral courts,
Holding hinds in groves of turtle grass
Until the paisley bodies
Bump bellies, and she imbues his pocket
With inklings marooned in dreaming Pegasus.
Aug 15, 2010
Aug 15, 2010 at 11:10 AM UTC
XII. On the same.
I did but prompt the age to quit their cloggs
By the known rules of antient libertie,
When strait a barbarous noise environs me
Of Owles and Cuckoes, ***** Apes and Doggs.
As when those Hinds that were transform’d to Froggs
Raild at Latona’s twin-born progenie
Which after held the Sun and Moon in fee.
But this is got by casting Pearl to Hoggs;
That bawle for freedom in their senceless mood,
And still revolt when truth would set them free.
Licence they mean when they cry libertie;
For who loves that, must first be wise and good;
But from that mark how far they roave we see
For all this wast of wealth, and loss of blood.
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I
wanna
grab ya
by the hinds
and split
ya open
for a grande
Hoorah!
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 9:10 PM UTC
in romeo
will gather in street here
with gypsum bandeau
that might shed such fear
with our dilatory cling
only where he'll sing
but anywhere nigh
in romeo
if a basket of groupers
never taser hinds
still heed the call
whether love will shine
in romeo
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 7:22 AM UTC
When did we ever say it, that we would always be together
Naïvely thinking, the world was our, taking it at our leisure
The harsh facts, life is ephemeral, fleeting swiftly on hinds feet
We deigned to forget our troubles, and doused ourselves in pleasure
Never thinking, only doing, we now see, oh how wrong we were
The time remaining is short and even now we are unsure
Remaining stunned, but grasping tightly to a future we could see
Only the myriad seconds passing, the time left passing in a blur
How hard I cried, fingertip to fingertip, the oceans of my soul
Dried out their loss upon the rocky shores and barren shoals
Crashing up high waves with deep longing and stronger emotion
Pleading to God, that he not put asunder, but keep us whole
Oh, that the glassy panes and starry skies were weak or untrue
That I would never have cause to forget, among all things, you
And that our days apart, however they be, be numbered
With all this, and more the same, flowing from your soul and heart too
For the long hours of night, and passing slower, dreamt of things
For all the pain, the heartfelt longing, and tears my torn heart brings
And for all fear, as separation dulls past, and the doubting
Let my sodden heart be turned anew, and hope a flow'r in spring
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 2:49 PM UTC
I've been ready for awhile,
and lately been walking down this
aisle.
It's getting darker as I wander
and slowly tip-toe my way through.
I see you in a passing pew,
smiling and waving, offering a
trusting hand.
Your caring eyes blaze through mine
that hold fear for a red-eyed beast
in the pew behind.
Its eyes glow red with villainy,
putting me in agony.
He stands tall like a werewolf on
hinds,
breathing heavily and convincing
minds.
Your hand still extended,
I want to take it.
I know no beast is in you,
but the beast is always there.
I want to go down a different path,
and maybe the one with you is best,
but perhaps I'll find another beast,
who'll eat my heart and leave me rot.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
Lover of my soul,
You fill every longing of my heart.
Eternal Husband,
You are faithful and true.
Shepherd of my heart,
You are safe and You are strong.
Oh, how I love You!
You are my Fountain of Living Waters.
I thirst no more.
Your voice whispers to me,
words of life and healing.
You change me from a cowering fool,
into a hart with hinds' feet.
Able to leap upon my high places.
Of difficulty and trial.
You draw me with cords of love.
You romance my soul.
You bind me to Your heart
with bands unbreakable.
My Shepherd and King,
I desire You more than anything!
I want nothing.
I want no one.
To ever come between us again.
I honour You.
I love You.
I worship You.
You are my Greatest Treasure.
And there is no other.
Worthless idols,
be gone from me!
O Shepherd of my soul,
You have set me free.
I set You before me.
Continually.
And in You I've found.
My identity.
For You speak over me,
that I am no longer called
"Much-Afraid."
My new name now.
Is...
"Grace and Glory."
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 7:13 PM UTC
Orchard scents- frothy
Callowing to winter
Mammoth months
Procrastinate reflexes
-With extra-terrestrial soil
Chanting souls.
Breathing infernos
Captured; though
In a form-
Of hearts and heralds.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
a night of horror when closer to an edge
why post hale is frost and sessions ready grow indelibly
but this graph of tornadic activities is in seasons that link with terror
as these sounds are supposed
dead by nightfall there in rounds a vacuum as a bog
with the stream in time always lore
that hinds are grouped
and in deep silver rose heart but with matching lines
this cryptic fisher afield puissance
en route to parallel city of god
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
Black looks like a dark room were the truth comes out, quiet and alone
The taste of the bitter smack of reality, painful and cold
Black feels like a sharp pain of your heart breaking by the one you love
Smells like the smoke of the last cigarettes that slowly choking you’re your lungs,
after you take your last drag
Black sounds like a car trying to stop before the deadly car crash happened
that killed two teenagers
The hurt and the pain that filed his daughter’s eyes after he left her standing
in the rain for the 2nd time
Black is like the sky before the storm hits home, rainy and dark
Like running away from any type of happiness that comes your way
Black hinds inside the word trust,
but your trust has been broken some many time that you don't know what it means
The fear you have when your mom says” he is coming over”
Black is the little bit of hope you have when things start to get better
but never does
The cry for help that you want from your parents that never comes,
how loud do I have to scream before they can hear me
Black is the ashes from the fire that happened that ruin everything
that was so perfect at one point
But after all without the black that darkens your problems
the light will be too bright to see them
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC
Monroe, Monroe, Monroe—
Frisky horses in the glade—
Variegated flowers there grow
In pulchritude never to vade.
Monroe, Monroe, Monroe—
Beauteous soaring olden trees
Whose leaves wherever you go
Whisper Monroe in the breeze.
Monroe, Monroe, Monroe—
Chirping birds in the vales
That sing merry notes not sorrow
Whilst reeling off olden tales.
Monroe, Monroe, Monroe—
Opalescent clouds there waltz
In splendiferous coats all aglow
In hues of mulberry and topaz.
Monroe, Monroe, Monroe—
Whisperin’ enchanted glassy rills
Without care like the hunter’s arrow
Peregrinate beneath rolling hills.
Monroe, Monroe, Monroe—
Many a sequestered strange bush
Whose hinds in fresh numbers as roe
Gallivant to churring of many a Thrush.
©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros.
May/14th/2021. Evergreen State.
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 7:59 AM UTC
There she stood delphic in the night’s mist,
Bewitching, with beauty not seen afore.
Hair black as the raven and thick as the forest;
Her emerald eyes glistening in the light of her mother.
For she is the daughter of moon and tide,
Forever purged of shackles and earthly ties.
Betrothed to the woods she wanders wild,
With the sounds of panting breath and ethereal cries.
Padding lightly now; through the night she’ll roam,
Extended claws gripping the rain drenched mud.
From her mouth secrets form in spit and foam,
Baring fangs – a wraith of white baying for blood.
Her cheeks flushed to the colour of damask,
Haunched on slender hinds for her nightly prowl;
Hunting down the sun, she would devour at each dusk.
For she was the wolf, and to the moon she’ll howl.
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 6:34 AM UTC
Vampires
Out of the dark, he comes.Following you wherever you go.
He hinds in the dark so you cannot see him.
Behind trees, behind building he stays out of sight and the light.
He grabs you and brings you in his arms.
He doesn't want a kiss but just a bite of your neck.
******* all your blood until you're dead.
He vanishes out of sight and on to the next he goes
All night long till he is full. Then on to bed he goes.
waiting till the next he can take to fill his needs.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
I think cats have 6 senses
No, make that 7
1. Touch
2. Smell
3. Taste
4. Sight
5. Hearing
6. Emotion
7. Comfort
Yes, I think cats are the best animals
when it comes to intuition like that
They come to you planning nothing more than a mew or two
and when you break
They stay
right by your side
to roll onto their sides and let you touch their tummies
(something they'd normally never do)
to stretch their backs and lovingly swat at your sweaty crying face
(something they'd normally never do)
to careen their necks and allow you to stroke their ears
(something they'd normally never do)
to raise their hinds and beg for you to hold them
(something they'd normally never do)
purring the whole time
Yes, I think cats are the best animals
because unlike dogs, who love too easily and all the time
(something I'm far too familiar with)
their love is reserved
for just the right time
when you need it most
And you know it's genuine
When it's love from a cat.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
Their teeth caressed skin like dust flew Around the room. Simultaneously spirally, unidentifiable and so quiet. His eyes never saw.
Their claws tore him open and his skin shed without blood and his bones were armour and out came wings. The wolves caressed the wings with their tails they were so warm so pure they did want him to leave .
He painted the wolves white and they were so beautiful they scurried in the woods killing everything and everyone who trespassed ( their mentality).
Their hinds took them over miles of land, such bare land everything was the same ; under the cliff there was water and they bathed until they drowned . They found wings and emerged from the water. They were no longer white the water washed them gritty washed them plain. He rode them home and they slept, under the moon which howled louder than the wolves ever had. We never woke up from this trip we are sleeping dead still until we find ourselves until the moon leaves sight until the wind never blows our fur again.
He woke up inhumane his skin was grey his eyes were stricken in the middle and he no longer knew his last lie. His pack lay dead around him as he cried for his sacrifice. He was soon leave and he left them sparingly behind he never thought of them again. Though they raised him he was not them. His selfish glistened in the sun and his isolation blew upon the trees and to this he bathed needlessly. He raised himself reborn alone, deafened .
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 9:47 AM UTC