tcs_tonsils_ 2829 Share Posted January 13, 2023 Selection of Poetry - Volume Twenty-One On this 8th of VYZMEY AG HYFF, 460 E.S. Poetry, but with a Dictionary You are, Apotheosis of Splendor, Enraptured in Luxuriance, Elucidating in Magnificence, Vindicating Opulent Splendour. You are, Enigmatic in Grandeur, Transcendent in Aesthetics, Pulchritudinous in Vibrancy, Venerated Supernal Majesty. You are, Chivalrous in Eminence, Regal in Glorification, Iridescent in Resplendence, Illustrious in Sublime Splendor. You are, Illuminating in Grandiosity, Divine in Splendiferous Beauty, Radiant in Magnanimous Charm, Beguiling in Exquisite Allure. You are. Behind Closed Doors A man of sorrow, his tears they fall. His face, a mask of grief, his heart an empty hall. A broken soul, splintered like shattered glass. His pain, too deep, his anguish unsurpassed. The tears flow freely, his sadness so clear. His silent cries, no one can hear. His weeps all alone, no one can see. The pain he feels, it's just for he. The world is blind to agony. His broken spirit, it's hard to see. The wounds that linger, the scars that remain. His hurt, his injury, no one can contain. The man of sorrow, his tears they fall. His heart, his soul, it's broken and null. His pain, his anguish, no one can ever know. But his tears will keep on flowing, for this is his woe. This Maliciousness inside Depths of my soul a devil within me stirs, A malevolent force that yearns to be free, A fiend of destruction that I can't bring to heel, A specter of chaos that will never be quelled. This malefic presence that I can't understand, A darkling impulse that pervades my being, A beast of untrammeled fury that longs to be fed, My innermost dread given voice and legs. No solace can I find to calm this inner tumult, No balms to soothe the demon I can't ignore, No force of righteousness can drive back this wickedness, No exorcism can expel this malignancy within. With each passing day this devil's force grows stronger, A shadowy nightmare that I can't flee, An incubus that saps my will and reason, And renders me helpless in this internal melee. The bane of my existence that I cannot ignore, The devil inside me, an unending plight, A ceaseless battle with an eldritch beast, In the depths that will never be vanquished, just held in check by a light. If I cannot rid of this fowl beast within, The only vestige of solace is to accept its dire rage, Binding it with the power of my own will, For I can take control, and rebel against its encroached age. Even if I have to fight till my dying breath, I will not surrender to this nefarious being, For I can find strength in its darkest hour, And overcome this devil inside me, a true feat of seeing. Their Days are Numbered You should be weary, for your days of freedom are near done, Your schemes of malice and treachery have been met with a swift response, Our strength has grown across the land and our courage stands strong, From the forests to the seas, we will not be undone. Your armies have been scattered, your plans have been thwarted, Your machinations have been crushed and your forces have been routed, Your wickedness and deceit have been shattered like glass, Our collective will is unyielding, our unity unsurpassed. We have labored in the shadows and in the light of day, We have faced down our adversaries and had the courage to stay, We have fought with strength and honor, always knowing the truth, That our cause is pure and just, a beacon of hope in the darkness of youth. Our perseverance and resilience have been the key to our success, Our hearts have been filled with courage and our minds have been blessed, With virtue and courage and a strength that will never cease, We have proven that our unity will always bring peace. Our enemies have been warned and their days of terror are done, For our power is mighty and our courage is strong, We have come together in a united front to bring justice to the land, And our enemies will soon understand. They will learn that our strength is unrivaled and our loyalty is unbreakable, That our will to fight for what is right is unshakeable, We will not be stopped, our courage will stay true, And enemies beware, for our strength will never be through. A Juxtiposition of Fire and Water O Fire, burning bright and passionate, Your beauty lingers deeply in my mind; My heart roars like a flame blaze, ignited By your electrifying warmth and kind. Your brilliant orange and golden hues In a glowing dance so intense, A visually stunning performance for my eyes to use In the sense of being content. Your sparks ignite a wild energy That sneaks inside my veins, A buzzing sensation that I can't ignore, Leading me to a state of a crazed flame. Yet, water soothes my heated soul In a calm, cleansing embrace; The liquid refreshes the raging fire With its cooling, refreshing grace. The liquid's chill calms my frenzied heat In a slow, relaxing way; As I move between fire and water, My mind and soul journey in a perfect balance. The two elements of fire and water Are as simple and complex as they come; The roar of the fire and the gentle sound of the sea In harmony, together they become. Up Upon the Mountain Pass Desolate, dank, and dim, the pass' secrets dark and deep, Murky and menacing mists churning, land around them steep. Above, the stars, shining serenely, silent in the sky, A pale moon's face, obscured, but illuminating sky-high. Misery and dread, in heavy fog as far as they can be seen, A treacherous trail, a narrow path, with winding turns between. The chill of death pervades the air, and icy chill of loss, Innumerable tales of woe are whispered on the frost. For travelers bold and brave, the pass is not for the faint of heart, Where all on board must be prepared for what might come apart. No bird sings in the canyon walls and no beasts answer the call, The score of souls brave enough to traverse only continues to fall. In somber silence, shadows sweep, and shadows come to pass, Through the ebbing night and aching morn, when none can speak of the past. Fearful of the fates that may await, one step at a time they creep, As they progress along the course of nature's masterful, intricate sweep. At last they reach the summit, a peak of bleak grandeur, From whence they may peer into the abyss, a vista of terror. So much has been lost, and so much may yet be gained, This treacherous mountain pass with all its powers untamed. Signed, Borris Iver Kortrevich KML 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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