The following poetry has been kindly provided by our literature club members: ‘aja’, ‘Fahrenheit’, ‘Huskycommander’ , ‘Fox the Eternal’ and ‘Church’ respectively. We hope you enjoy reading our work!
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Wildflowers
There you rest ‘neath stones so still,
Sleeping ‘neath a blushed rose’s frill,
Gentle soul in quiet repose,
Out far yonder where all the wildflowers grow.
You’re always warmed by the sun’s bright rays,
Bees and dragonflies, in harmonic ballet,
Your company was a treasure to keep,
Silently blissful in deep-rooted sleep.
May the earth be nourished from your ivory bones,
May life surround you, so you’re never alone,
A memory still, laid to rest below,
In a quiet haven where the wildflowers grow.
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Dawn of the undead
Atop thyne delusion,
O’wanter of dreams,
Seek one’s resolve,
And die in o-three,
Warm skied above,
O’ lover of blood,
Hearts beat in earnest,
And thy spirit stood,
Our stray of burden,
O’ dog of yore,
Ovr masters flinch,
And thy-selves once more,
Time comes again,
O’ dancer of flame,
Waive your madness,
And theirs reclaim
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Night Maiden
I long for you, your touch immaculate
my evening prayers have begged your swift descent
the muse who brings the spring in all my steps
the maiden who pours vigour in my soul
But so elusive you would yet remain
my nightly invocations still in vain
for when you brush my cheek, the sun burns high
and just as we would touch, you say goodbye
Then come lethargic days of greying things
grey afternoons, slack eyes with greying rings
a haze of grey to smudge the mind awash
a shade that hues the sky till evening’s brush
When evening blue returns I’ll see you then
a chance for us to meet will come again
have mercy for my longing makes me weep
please come to me much sooner, lady sleep.
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The shield and the torch
Deep song-case, Like a damp cave; Concede words mine, Calliope muse divine; Praise give to faith, as Friendship I Chase.
Overlook the vain complaints, the plain Tongue of a singer mundane.
Sailing on the Sea dark wine; Treading on nets, Chains and flame, Sought I a Ruined shrine
Laid there in the dust were a Shield and a Torch, blessed Fane.
Like hoplite waves at Companion sightly as brave, Leaves the spear and knows no pain
So Would I torch in hand ablaze Again, shield my friends and make way
Seeing our bonds flourish into rhyme, Peers in a troupe worthy of Praise, maintained in time
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Dead Or Alive
Sometimes I think to myself
Am I dead or alive?
These questions seem so easy
Yet boggle my mind nonetheless
When we sleep, we look dead?
Does that count as dying?
Sometimes you can tell when someone’s dead or alive
But when alive feels dead, who can say?
My hands are cold
And my soul is drained
A walking dead is life
But is a walking life, dead
baste