"paladin" poems
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced,
The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced,
In the starlight as we wove us in a web of silk and steel
Immemorial as the marble in the halls of Boabdil,
In the pleasuance of the roses with the fountains and the yews
Where the snowy Sierra soothed us with the breezes and the dews!
In the starlight as we trembled from a laugh to a caress,
And the God came warm upon us in our pagan allegresse.
Was the Baile de la Bona too seductive? Did you feel
Through the silence and the softness all the tension of the steel?
For your hair was full of roses, and my flesh was full of thorns,
And the midnight came upon us worth a million crazy morns.
Ah! my Gipsy, my Gitana, my Saliya! were you fain
For the dance to turn to earnest? - O the sunny land of Spain!
My Gitana, my Saliya! more delicious than a dove!
With your hair aflame with roses and your lips alight with love!
Shall I see you, shall I kiss you once again? I wander far
From the sunny land of summer to the icy Polar Star.
I shall find you, I shall have you! I am coming back again
From the filth and fog to seek you in the sunny land of Spain.
I shall find you, my Gitana, my Saliya! as of old
With your hair aflame with roses and your body gay with gold.
I shall find you, I shall have you, in the summer and the south
With our passion in your body and our love upon your mouth -
With our wonder and our worship be the world aflame anew!
My Gitana, my Saliya! I am coming back to you!
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What have we here?
A shy boy who wouldn’t swing
When all the other monkeys played,
Who didn’t like to speak
In case the others laughed and brayed,
Who didn’t quite fit in
With the other boys in school,
And ducked and dived
And hid from sports
When he couldn’t grasp the rules.
The boy who missed the girls
While he hid within his room,
And couldn’t speak when they were there
In case they spoke his doom
And wished and dreamed
For something more
Than others would assume.
The boy within the man
Who argued to the end;
The man of right and wrong
Who fought the standard trend,
And stood up for
The little things
That no others would defend.
The sad pathetic loser,
The one who had no friends,
Fought the fight for all of us
While we scrabbled to ascend,
And, at the last, the misanthrope,
When he could do no more,
He stood beside his principles
That he learned so hard before.
He watched the so-called good
Sell out their souls for lies,
Either to themselves
Or the devil in disguise.
He stood for truth and honesty,
And was typically despised,
But now he’s gone,
We’re all alone;
Slaves we realise.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 3:23 AM UTC
The circumambient wings of a seraph
Obstrepously monastic within
Dereliction contemning the
Mendaciously obsequious;
The bathos of ablution grittily
Jejune fulgerating the engrossed.
The chaldean lachrymatory
The ligature of the darklings rheum,
Volently acclaimed
The paladin necromancers
Circumfluous wintry orbs
Ardently accosting the chasm
Lasping tarnation fructifying
Acedias roborant,
Heavens ignoble lassitude
The boreal scope of causality-
Hells predacious moil.
ELEETE J MUIR..
Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 2:24 PM UTC
Then a voice comes and says
It was a stranger, pays by the hour
You got jacked, hacked, attacked
Your mind was theirs when we got here
There was a time spent
pretending it wasn't possible.
Sad, sick strangers, ******* you!
But I dreamed of my beloved four.
They ****** my spirit, like a battery.
Then he came, the covenant,
time to turn and escape their nets.
Down into the pit, a crucible.
To treat with my paladin
We tend the metasphere in secret,
Honor bound in sacred duty
Terrapin are we.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 1:48 PM UTC
Banner Fastened to pewter and steel.
Bound by leather with gold and teal.
"Hail" my Kinsmen, "Aye" says he.
"The next time we meet here, we all will be free"
Reigns fastened, stained satin, lain flattened, by brains bashed in .
Mud..
and Blood...
A Clean Victory.
"Aye"
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
You are peppermint:
Red hair, green eyes, white skin
peppered with polka dots.
And I, a pagan, passive and pathetic,
whose paramour is a ******* paladin
with a perfect face, parted pout and
perfumed persecution, perpetuated by
parliamentary parents who prevent you from prospering.
And I have to pitch a poker face
Pretend that your painted pair of lips pressed on my cheek
do not paralyze me, peach turned pink
over a precious peck.
So what is the purpose behind your pretense?
The pointless promiscuity, part time passion,
and I'm patient--
but god--
let me pamper you, pageant-curls princess,
forget the prestige in your pedigree,
let this penniless pauper into your palace.
You are picturesque, purely portrait-worthy,
But your painted claws perforated my paper skin,
and all I wanted was to make you purr.
*(but I don't have a *****
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
What be a hero, whether men or women, cometh loud or silently?
Will to right wrongs, bring justice, suffer worldly injustice willingly?
Peace time ****** are rewarded with death, absolute law,
In war and times of flux, killing be viewed with praise and awe.
Righteous paladin challenge evil kings when others yield to tyranny...
Enlightening masses of reason, entrenched bigotry through poetry.
Father searching through garbage for his child's teddy bear,
While uncles and aunts view dirtying hands with fear.
The die is cast...beyond all, cast away to die or prevail,
***** a monument to our testament, beyond the ****** veil.
Aug 28, 2010
Aug 28, 2010 at 5:14 AM UTC
No...more...bickerin,
your eyes flickering you're nickering
your nit pickin' lost it quick as the Dickens
My tracks a hell of a kickin'
you're just the next feckin victim,
of the flow bound Hurricane of sense and rhythm,
The Sensemilla Sensei Kempei of verbal Kempo's home,
Like Alladin and Saladin mixed with a Party Boobytrap a Paladin of Palindrome...
The Storm rider glider blasts you through the other side of the Thunderdome
My - Spitfire drips Ire as ********* ***** fire Surprise in your eyes quick blast from the past from a .50 Cal Microphone-
Fiend in me soul under control you failed your roll,
will check failed-I check wills,its a Checkmate mate you-best quill your will and will to build some soul
Its a dill of pickle you're in - you're a nickle worth of Nickleback stickleback sticklebricking best Lego
I let go last, I'm the Legolas of the fast pass in the underpass stick you fast now you're stuck fast I buck fast at your glass of Buckfast
the Truculent, ever vigilant-words are Succulent got you diggin' in
diggin' out a liddle bit of Lidl in a stolen digger,move quicker stop the friggin' in the riggin' little Pigpen Pigeons time to drop the bridge in...
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 6:08 PM UTC
You came to me a morning star
You offered me infinity
I, bedazzled,
took your hand
We revolved around the sun
You ushered me to
an endless sea of possibilities
That was how you called it
That was how you used to tell me
You held me,
playing careful defense
A paladin
A sparrow to her nest
I, affected with great wonder
Mindlessly bathed the silken water
Drowned myself in the soft
bubbles of the crashing waves
Not bedeviled by troubles
nor disturbance, nor distress
You walked ahead of me
As if protecting me
from the swelling crests
or from the cold, or
from the salt that filled my chest
I, spellbind
influenced by your charms
and your incantations
Moved rakishly along
your convivial course
Unto your heavens
Unto your hell
Into your fire
Into your soul
that was what you said
That was how you used to tell me
I believed
I accepted in veracity
And I watched, a sentinel
As you moved in rhythmic steps
and playful gestures
Until I was confounded by
your intricate motion
I, caught in a whirling sensation
Imperiled by a tendency to fall
Was carried into your
nauseous complexity
I, paralyzed by my perplexity
You venerated me, you said
Or that was how you used to tell me
Yet, I was disconnected and
I, an amazed audience,
stood enthralled
Or was I merely standing in stunned silence?
Stupefied
Yet disconnected?
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
Beyond the grey waters,
Upon the rocks they stand.
In dark robes,
Awaiting the war.
Wings spread,
Their leader stands.
Eyes perceptive,
Soul hungering to find her.
The Dark Knight,
Ruairi of Emain Macha.
He despises the Paladin Knights.
And Will destroy them,
For Triona.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
An hour of eternity,
that's what this is,
as i wait to hear from you.
I gotta go to sleep.
I shouldn't wait for words never to come;
gotta leave so i can put it back together.
My heart as it fell to the ground,
in sorrow,
disappointment,
so much pain.
This hour of eternity will tear me up to bits.
Wish I knew what had happened,
why the sudden silence, as I cling to the last note you hit
last bit of hope
happiness.
I hope you're on the other side of this conversation,
laughing
smiling
sleeping
happy
you deserve to feel all that.
I want to be on the other side with you,
just for an hour
making it eternity
in your arms
in your presence
some form of warmth
knowing you are there for me.
There to help me cause I've fallen.
You're supposed to help me up,
but you left me waiting
hand out stretched
waiting for an hour to see if my paladin will come the rescue.
The white knight in all its glory.
The silence is getting louder
as the tears stream down my face.
Wish you knew how much this hurt,
but I'd never put you through this pain.
It's unearthly.
I get why they say love hurts
as it keeps you up at night
trying to waste an hour
hoping not to cry.
The time is slowly fading.
I see now it is true.
I am alone in this night
waiting up for you.
Don't doubt it when i say i love you,
cause I sit here through this pain
knowing that you'll never know
cause I won't let you feel this way.
The hour of eternity is coming to its end.
You have left me lonely.
Silence became my friend.
As i muse to what happened
on the other end of the phone,
I hope you never know this feeling
my feeling of alone.
Sep 8, 2011
Sep 8, 2011 at 3:14 PM UTC
When faced with turbulent seasons
I weather the storm like a paladin knight
Constantly searching for my holy grail
So I may quench my thirst for happiness
Lost in a shadowed forest of poor choices
Yearning guidance from my round table
Drawing my sword I ****** forth my quill
Shield raised guarding my fragile heart
I pray my fate is not yet written in stone
For I've not yet vanquished life's dragons
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Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 10:48 PM UTC
Infant hands
gripping thumbs.
Tired arms encircling adult neck.
Your first smile,
first laugh—
first tooth, step, and word, our
first shared glance.
Moments, landmarks of your life, the
joy of my own.
Infant eyes so full
of wonder,
even the meagre astounds.
Constellations,
planets and moons, asteroids
creeping through space,
world destroyers and raisers of new.
The universe, its
infinitely vast magnificence, at
molecular level iris comprised.
The pupil—centre ajar
serving soul's route,
a window into 'nother realm, the
place of spirit's hailing.
True self temporarily encased,
the pathway to which
in resides of corporeal existence
the pith of life.
Your eyes—as much wonder possessed
as perceive.
A wish;
you might stay young forever, each
day spent together, that
your innocence,
your heart, may
never know break's suffering.
That cheek, tear might never dampness vandalize.
Your life—unspoiled joy,
mere childish disappointment to claim,
might always remain.
A shelter from hate,
from hunger and strife.
The broadcasts of the world
that their weighty burden might never
find home upon tiny shoulder.
In my palm, Atlas' strength I possess,
to keep at bay
war—its further result.
Disaster.
Death,
thunder wind lightning,
the monster under your bed.
The fear of all things fear inciting,
a paladin whom you I serve.
But in that wish
I might deprive,
an incalculable love—life's
blessed comprise.
The force by which
a patriarch's drive—
the reason for being.
By selfish pinning of youth,
fulfilment you may never know
As much to protect you,
I do myself.
A fear of my own finale.
Residing forever in this happy dream.
Terror realized,
contrary to that my inevitable absence—that
I might never leave you, but
that you might never leave me.
My son, I love you, and
in time you will see.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 6:20 AM UTC
Eleven eleven.
The time I heard a raven.
As the flock flies away.
The paladin is to stay.
Milady in her slumber
Safe and sound in her quarter
I stand my ground
Until morning is found
Hastily comes the servant
He most certainly is arrogant.
My princess stays in place
Where I guard shield and mace.
Our ties and fates interlaced
I wait for milady's embrace
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
repetitive two- or three- word phrases
are the outer limit of my vocabulary
when all i can hear is
my pulse in my throat and
my hands and legs rattling
against the floorboards.
my back is spiraling into itself,
searching for my stomach, for my lungs,
searching for a reason for this
suffocating pain and imminent death.
my eyes can't settle on any single object,
because everything is fragile
and i'm afraid to watch anything break-
maybe it's because i watched you break,
i watched my words break your trust,
i watched my actions wreck your beliefs.
a few minutes later, when the attack passes
and i'm alone on my bedroom floor,
i detach my arms from around my knees,
shove myself up with whatever strength i can muster,
and scrub yesterday's makeup
from the bags under my eyes.
someday i'll look back on this
and i'll see that i was a warrior.
a warrior with holes in my armor.
a paladin without a proper breastplate,
lacking the internal systems
that offer refuge during something as simple
as a panic attack.
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
Boston,
Covered in radioactive dust,
After the bomb went off,
Home,
Now mangled and taken back by nature,
A field of memories left to rot.
The man on the radio waves sometimes cries between songs,
They accompany your own,
And you feel like you can't even go on,
But,
At least you know you aren't alone.
******* down rads everytime you breathe,
But the water will **** you,
Fight back the urge to dry heave,
This world is so old,
Yet it's so new.
People come and go,
The metal man,
Reporter,
Paladin,
And more,
They're always there if you need them though,
And try to help you settle your score.
Strangers lurk around every bend,
People in black with hidden faces and orders from the monster under the bed,
Ghouls with their minds long gone meet you at every dead end,
Its man versus machine,
And everyone wants the other dead.
Spies report to the big brother,
And by morning,
Their targets vanish into the night,
Friends, family, even lovers,
Gone without a sight,
Children go to bed without a kiss goodnight,
People live in fear that they won't see morning's light.
They'll split your pretty cranium the more that you know,
Fleeing to the north won't work cause they'll just send out a clone,
No one to stand up,
No revolucion,
Just you,
An electric toad,
And the fear of the unknown.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC
You were right, you know
You kept me safe
You made me happy
But now I'm put here on my own
And I'm scared
I want to fall asleep in your arms again
I want to feel your arms around me again
I want to feel your lips on mine
I'm scared
I'm nervous
I don't know what to do
I'm lost
I'm lonely
I don't know where to turn
I'm trying to remember what it was you said
You were smiling, you were happy
You were so cute, I couldn't believe
How badly I wanted to kiss you
And so I did
And I felt better
You're right; no one else can take care of me
Quite the way you do
And I really like that.
Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 1:38 AM UTC
A fued between parallel polarities
Inner connections, of unwavering complexity
Veiled by the naked, winds of sincerity
I can change faces swifter than a Pharisee.
Hate, cannot be measured by scopes
The devil himself was failing to cope,
With the loss of his honor and the loss of his hope
God placed his neck into the hang man's rope.
A covenant that he broke, fought hard and he choked
Existence was a hoax, he traded virtue for jokes
And in the sanctum that withers, hides at night and then slithers
The black holes draw hither, when bliss becomes shivers.
I'll place my fate, into the hands of the Seraphim
His breath stops and still I can't carry him
Eyes that bear the sorrow of a paladin,
Repressed thoughts return and they devour him.
It's all another means of control
Man's wickedness, has long since taken its toll
We observe the illusion as our essence grows cold
Loss of passion is the loss of one's soul.
Between being and nothing, I cannot distinguish
Innovative thoughts, rise up and diminish
The pride resolves, until at last we are finished
We cannot reconcile with loss of innocence.
Minds trapped in pathological discourses
Ideology imposed by the ruling forces,
Too blind to seek truth at the heart of the sources
Dissent is drowned out in a fusion of voices.
They say death is the cousin of sleep
Perhaps that's preferable to these lives that we keep
We draw blood for the profits we reap
I see all around me red, white, and blue sheep.
Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 7:28 AM UTC
Mary Weather was a troublesome woman
she always seemed to proceeded a storm
her skill of getting others backs up
was in my black war eyes
something to be admired
Her onyx exterior was heat resistant
she was a tempest in a teacup
so cold cool and so very dark
her warring stance was just an art
spitting treason like hailstones
Pure as night was Mary Weather
with a opal stare that could ****
I myself did witness her wonder
and if I left her to her ways
she would a spell put you under
She was made from a warlike mould
with a paladin spirit vast
so I sent my love to her in a letter
and as she opened it
bang, she was a dead Mary Weather
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
*she
the dead shameless
a tender corpse
zig zag strewn
with matinée looks
and vacant eyes
staring yonder
a surrendered paladin
healing from life's endless clatter
i kiss her
adorations tender
on motionless cold lips,
so warm
she smiles without a smile
caresses with out a caress
loving phantom
a shadow glowing
her arms like scented lilacs
my tears like red wine
valentine
a silent concerto
wrapped in soft muslin
a gift to the gods
graves tremulous breath
all flames and burial
i read her deaths horoscope
an auspicious day
you will be bigger then a galaxy
my love,
i say
come to me
like nocturnes creeping
and wake me with sweet kisses
like a tongue of sapphire ash
and sharp teeth to drink
from hollowed throat willing
and we will love, and love, and love
like melting candles blessed
let the days bind me with gloom
that i may be consumed by you
behind castellated gates
in star studded shrouds
and cobalt black suns
come hither my love
to be consumed
i am necromancer waiting
devour
devour
devour*
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC
Dear Ex, The First,
I haven't spoken to you since the day I cut you off from me
Occasionally I have wanted to, but to do so would only dredge up darkness.
So all I wish to say will be here, in case you ever find it.
Hi.
I'm sorry it's been years.
I wanted to say you were right.
Right about a lot of things.
You once told me I'd grow up to be sex-crazed and wild.
Well I was, for a while,
But not for the reasons you thought.
Once for love,
Thrice just to not be alone.
You said you never forget your first love.
Well I haven't forgotten.
I've ignored, and I know I don't love you like I did,
But I've never forgotten.
You said I would stop believing in God.
I did for a while,
But not the way you expected.
I believed He existed,
But, for a while,
Did not believe in Mercy or Justice.
I found them again
Turns out they were just lost, not dead.
You said that you and Jacqueline were together
And that she didn't like me talking to you
That's part of why I never spoke to you years later.
I sometimes wonder if you got married.
I sometimes wonder if you still remember me
Or think of me.
Remember that poem I wrote the day I went away?
The House on Morris Street?
I think you misunderstood what it meant.
You were angry and hurt.
I don't think you understood
I burned down the House on Morris Street
Because I couldn't bear to watch it rot away
As you and I both knew it would one day.
I still look you up sometimes
Just to make sure you're still OK.
If you wanted to say something to me
I wouldn't ignore you
But if you didn't
I wouldn't blame you.
Just please be alive
And please be happy
I recall much more happiness you gave me
Despite the sadness in your soul.
Sincerely,
The Little Paladin
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 4:09 AM UTC
Ô Don Quichotte, vieux paladin, grand Bohème,
En vain la foule absurde et vile rit de toi :
Ta mort fut un martyre et ta vie un poème,
Et les moulins à vent avaient tort, ô mon roi !
Va toujours, va toujours, protégé par ta foi,
Monté sur ton coursier fantastique que j'aime.
Glaneur sublime, va ! - les oublis de la loi
Sont plus nombreux, plus grands qu'au temps jadis lui-même.
Hurrah ! nous te suivons, nous, les poètes saints
Aux cheveux de folie et de verveine ceints.
Conduis-nous à l'assaut des hautes fantaisies,
Et bientôt, en dépit de toute trahison,
Flottera l'étendard ailé des Poésies
Sur le crâne chenu de l'inepte raison !
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I write
A symphony
Of you
And me
We sing
Our symphony
Colors and sounds
Float through the trees
Symphony
Red and blue
Make a purple symphony
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 8:52 AM UTC
—Beneath the same sky,
We all exist.
We all love.
We all pray.
One sky, one destiny, one spirit, one heart.
I’m a vagrant;
Betwixt two realms:
The Spirit,
The flesh;
Truth is arcane
Undefined variables in
A paradoxical equation:
Aberrant; abstract; anomalous;
Like a stellar black hole
Devouring the light of the stars.
Of Dereliction; desolation;
The Cloister of Trials remains unsolved.
As my fulfilled yearning, proves
Naught but lust;
Disappointment; depravity.
Somewhere, someone
Bears the Key
To this fragmented,
Daydream-dazed,
Sky-gazer's heart.
—Beneath the same sky,
We all exist.
We all love.
We all pray.
One sky, one destiny, one spirit, one heart.
Chaos chastises, schism spurns,
My envenomed psyche is deluged by pain.
A torrent of trepidations, surges through my veins;
Yet, Couer reigns triumphant
Upon my Soul Scape.
Heavenward I gaze, importuning
The Father of Celestial Lights
Perhaps this felled Paladin of Light
Canst gain solace in stillness,
Perhaps he can transcend the soulborne fight.
Yet and still,
Sorrow reigneth supreme,
Burnishes a fervid sting
Upon this Silenc’d Songbird’s
Requiem for a Dream.
He awaits salvation,
A transcendent beckoning
To rise, rise,
Like the diamonded Moon,
Absolving Nox ad Caelum
The Song in his Soul
Is a Paean of Lovelight,
Vanquishing the bedarkening veil
That is the
Shadow of sorrow.
There is no Light apart from Dark;
There is no Aether apart from Nether;
The Astral begets the Umbral.
All things are one.
(O, Chiaroscuro)
When anguish arrives,
Succumb not to the deathly pangs,
Rather, doven the aethers
That the Cosmo-Plexus of Empyreal Love
Aegis thee.
We were conceived
Upon the Hierachy of Sacrality,
Her divine order is
A transcendent bounty
To those holy.
Apropos of Providence,
We burst into bloom
As Children of Freedom
Burgeoning aloft the soil of
The Gracious Gaian Mother.
The soul is a seed, sown in spirit, every struggle,
Every trial, every tribulation, bestows
The Eradia of Yggdrasil
Until we
Effloresce anew.
Fathom the thew in utterances,
Understand the sinew in silence,
Know that ye are precious;
Believe that
Ye art loved.
(Se’ lah)
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 12:34 PM UTC