Wednesday, August 31, 2016

"The Rainbow Knight"

The Rainbow Knight, along the river, walked in prism dreams
The sun was shining on the ripples in chromatic streams
And, now, he pondered light and hue
Once more, the spectral sight in view
Of passion's willing ways

His stride was broken by a thought of life in toneless tale
At the thought, a pain was wrought, that heart and will would fail
The wind picked up and tossed the whim
The river washed it past the rim
To shores of pallid days

He felt, within his glowing heart, the end of burden's blight
The mystic Jewels cast, from afar, kaleidoscopic light
And, with the rippled light between
A brilliance settled with a sheen
To set the world ablaze

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 © 2014 whickwithy


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Tuesday, August 30, 2016

"The vision"

I wandered down a wilding course
And, left behind, with no remorse
The paltry and the pine
I took the path with unsure heart
The shattered window took apart
The wisdom to define
At last, the quest did take a turn
With blazing light, the world did burn
Away the clouds of mind
A picture painted with the hand
Brings color to the place I stand
Along with life refined
Like springtime coursing through the veins
The pulse of life and love remains
To bolster all inclined
To wash away the sudden doubt
And leave the crippling pale without
A way in which to bind
To Feyderith the course is set
To Kings and Knights and Dames well met
At last, the way is mine

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 © 2014 whickwithy



"The Traveler's tale"


Towards the mountains' ruggd peaks, I passed through ache and toil
At the very peak of mount, I felt a mystic foil
No intent to let me pass, repelled, my will to roam
But, then, a pause, a sudden feel, a friend whose welcomed home
I wandered, then, throughout this land, this land I'll never leave
The path one takes, extend your hand, and never disbelieve
The way was set so long ago, the only need, depart
There is a kernel all good tales deliver to the heart
The steps to take to gain the land on heart and soul are marked
They're scored upon the ways of life, let go and you've embarked
The path is such we all can feel, so deep within's the spark
Conscious thought distorts the path, the rhythm of the hark
This tale is told of brighter things than those of daily dread
The passion of the soul is as the leaven for the bread


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 © 2014 whickwithy

*"Knight defined"*


The knight is one who holds the life of everyone to heart
Who bows to all and asks of none to take a paltry part
His life is given to the land and to the people there
He gives to all his gentleness, his loving, and his care
Most people in sweet Feyderith have learned the manner true
So Knights and Ladies fill the land and paradigms they hew
Tossed apart like waves off cliff, when foolish make their claim
That life is just obsession that the strongest boldly aim
To grovel for a sliver's not the reason why we came
In Feyderith, this lesson has been learned beyond intent
That life is for the living and each gesture truly meant
Integrity and dignity when facing foul or fair
With patience and the song of life, the lion in his lair
Honor-bound and willing to bring joy to those with none
The knight who holds the thunder in his gauntlet's grasp has won

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 © 2014 whickwithy

"The Murder of Crows"


The murder of crows had awaited the breath, that first glowing, bright crescent of dawn
From trees up above, they surveyed on the grounds, from the river to castle to lawn
They spoke of their tales of the winds and the wings, of the feathers, the beak, and the claw
Soaring above, they saw all of life, yet so little they measured with awe
The carriage they saw as it swept through the day, on its path to the castle it seemed
Another such folly they spied every day and a waste of their time so they deemed
No curious call came from beaks in the trees, not the least little thought nor disdain
It paused on its way as the door opened wide and a creature debarked on the plain
As the murder did see what it was that so graced on the steps to the grass from the hatch
A flutter of feathers disturbed all the crows and spoke boldly of beauty unmatched

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 © 2014 whickwithy

"The whisper in the trees"

You hear it now? the sound is deep
It tells of soft, unending sleep
The silence built on sound
The vastness all around
The spright is seen
The bright between
The leaves breathe in and out
The pale light wanders on a seam
The mist drifts in along a dream
The rustle of the doubt
To break the spell
No one can tell
The whisper is devout

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 © 2014 whickwithy






Monday, August 29, 2016

"Passion and beauty"


I ponder the span, the progression through time
The wonder of life that's contagioned with rhyme
The passion and beauty of life is the scent
For which I will live, as this coil is unbent
It is what the revel is always about
The fragrance of breeze is no longer in doubt
The pillars of life that brace the sane mind
The passion and beauty, the grace and the kind
It fills all the air as I wander the ways
Of glorious times and most glorious days
Built upon passion and graced with the presence
Of beauty around me, in form and in essence
To paint with the colors of beauty and passion
A life can be measured in just such a fashion

A spell to avoid all the fears of a tragic last call
Passion and beauty, the keys to the magic of all


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 © 2014 whickwithy