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Eryck Apr 24
I tinkered and cobbled a box together
to place my love feelings
safe from the wheelings and dealings
of loves thrillings and chillings.

Yet still and because
the thing that love does
I handed said box
without any locks
with trust
into the hands of a young lass.

The spine turns cold
when woe to behold
I sighted my love- feelings box
tossed among the rocks
bobbing in the sea
among the flotsam and jetsam
and trash.
Flotsam and jetsam mean useless and discarded things. I like to take interesting words and phrases and build poems around them.
Empty verses Jan 13
Tell me something, something beautiful.

Tell me a story, A beautiful story.

Tell me storys of gods and legends and heroes of old,

Tell me of kings and queens and glorious duels, of magnificent battles for crowns and purest gold.

Tell me of warriors and beauties and forever quest for valor, of castles of gems, dragon and creatures of dreams eternal.

Tell me of magic and wishes and emerald world of curses.

Sing me of enchantments of love, and whisper of pleasure and passion, of desire for unholy kisses in subtle rooms of secret.

Tell me of entrancing glances and mellowing touches.

Of promises made and mine field cross for embraces so blissful.
Sing me songs of death,of war and drums of dreading chaos.

Of pain and strife and screams of dispair, of courage broken and ocean of endless saddness.

Of vain struggles and hopeless gambles,
Of night never ending and dreams long faded.

Tell me of ghostly wailings and lurking horrors and broken memories not forgotten,
Of dreading shivers, and hells infernos.

Sing me songs of scheming gambles and dubious handshakes.

Of heart thrillings and breath taking intrigues of twist unending,
Of puzzles unanswered and forever labyrinth of grotesques clues revealing nothing.

Sing me tales of vengeance and rivalries of blood and glory.

Of love gone sour and trust broken, of heart shatterings and scourging betrayals.

Tell me tales of beautiful bonds built and old ones renewed,
Of blissful friendship and family reunited,
Of smiling faces and joy beyond description.

Sing me tales of dances beneath endless stars and hearth warming laughters,
Of lost hope renewed, of courage in danger and first step taken.

Sing me tales of adventures awaiting and endless skies of travels,
Of new world found and lost word rediscovered.

Tell me of life, of rebirth and endless possibilities.
Tell me something, something beautiful
Tell me a story.

— The End —