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posted on May, 23 2005 @ 11:52 PM
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I am hoping that this following poem qualifies as a historical entry........in the contest I read about.........
The following was to be a song of celtic style. The use of the word Nirvana is used as a given name for a woman.

This reeks of a Tolkien influance......





~~~~~Death of a Goddess~~~~~~

Svelt, slender Nirvana,

..................................Satin hair of raven black.

Amber eyes of the Madonna,

...................................Endless grace, no turning back.

The dream of dreams,

...................................The dream of men.

Complete perfection, wholesome she seems,

..................................Raging demons within her scheme.

Spoken words can not describe her,

..................................Shattered, yet whole.

Broken trinkets through her viens flow.

...................................Raining, raining,

Flakes of snow,

...................................Falling down,

Falling down.

Her voice is soft,

...................................She never has spoken,

Lying near jasmine,

....................................White dress parted open.

Bearing white flesh,

.....................................She is encasing her token.

Falling down,

Crytstal tears,

......................................Cascade down her throat.

Her ice heart unbroken,

......................................Yeilding her token,

Of mithril and steal.

.......................................A gift sword of death,

Falling down.

Above her it rises,

.......................................The touch of the blade,

It dimples her breast,

........................................The Gods demand prizes,

Nirvana's pure rest.


Thr chill of the blade,

........................................Tingles her skin,

Her red lips shut tight,

She opens her eyes to face her death.

Deeper,

.........................................Deeper,

The descent,

.........................................The bite of the blade,

Embeds in her breast,

..........................................The scent of jasmine,

Falling down,

Falling down,

Falling down.



TRG 1980




posted on May, 24 2005 @ 07:33 AM
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I absolutely loved this poem. It was writen in a style that i am not familuar with. Well, could you give some background and maybe tell us what inspired you to write this poem. It is (to say the least) beautiful.



posted on May, 24 2005 @ 08:26 AM
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TheRiverGoddess.... if I may ask how old were you when you wrote that poem? As it blew my breath away.

From a writer stemming from a 2 year hiadus... that was one of the best poems I have ever read. I read it over and over again and every time I read it I loved it even more.




Keep it up




edit: After looking at your profile I found that you wrote that poem at the age of 17!
wow.... you are a natural poet!

You should try and get that published ASAP, as you will become famous if you keep writing with that genius like choice of words.






[edit on 5-24-2005 by CPYKOmega]



posted on May, 24 2005 @ 05:58 PM
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WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWZEEEEEERSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!
That was the best poem ive ever read!! So cool, how long did this take you to write?



posted on May, 24 2005 @ 06:59 PM
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Wow...I never expected anybody to even like it.......


Thank you very much folks.

When I wrote ~Death of a Goddess~ I was into D & D.....and this was an ODE to a Charector I had lol.....I was 17 years old. When poetry comes to me it usually comes in one setting. 'Something' inspires me and I simply MUST finish before I move on. This came in about an hours time......as I recall.

The style.....well don't ask. It is a writting style I have written with for a long time. I actually talk this wasy sometimes.....ask somebody who knows me lol.....it makes me hard to understand actually.....I have thought, verbally as well as written. I would say it is MY attempt at being semi ~POE~ like or to have a rather Shakespearian flavor. It is a cadence I try to convey.......I am glad you liked it. Anyway...MORE to come....like it or not, I made this thread so I could write a few of them down for public consideration.

I hope the readers will enjoy them.

TRG


[edit on 24-5-2005 by theRiverGoddess]



posted on May, 24 2005 @ 07:14 PM
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I am a mirror.
I reflect.

When you look at me with angrey eyes,
I also.. relfect your anger.
When you laugh with joy, and smile at me,
I to, reflect THAT smile.

Treat me with disrespect, or cruelty,
And I shatter.

As I shatter,
My razor sharp[ fragments,
Fall....and cut......and deeply wound,
The ones I love.

I am a mirror.
I refect.

Thoughts, feelings, Ideas and pain.
I reflect it all,
Everything.......anything.

If you don't enjoy sorrow,
Don't give it to me.
If you don't enjoy love,
Don't give it so freely.

I am a mirror.
I refect
.......................I reflect

..............................................I reflect.




TRG 1976



posted on May, 24 2005 @ 07:24 PM
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I passed the hillside,
Stopping momentarilt to scoff.
Bleached and barren it seemed,
Unworthy of adoration.


The red brick well stood alone,
Claiming my eyes and awaiting.
The hill I never crested.
The well stood forgotton.


I passed the hill yesterday,
Stopping to refresh my mind.
Dying grasses tugged at my feet,
Leading me to the well.


So calm and content,
So wise with years,
The well whispered it's secrets,
Deep in the bowells of the hill.


The melodious updraft sang to me,
Singing of joy and of pain,
Learning my secrets in trade.
The message always clear.


My mind is consumed,
In the bowells of the well,
Hiding my loneyness,
Inspiring my dreams.

Deep within the well,
Madness awaits like a Saint.
The perfect time to reveal,
The beauty of insanity.


Particles of saliva,
Escape from my face.
I call down into the well,
The echo, always cohearant.





TRG 1990



posted on May, 24 2005 @ 07:41 PM
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When I reach out at night,

And your not there.....

I cry in my pillow,

.............Do you care?

....................................Do you care?

My love for you has grown so much,

My skin is lonley without you touch,

Your so distracted when we make love,

...................................WHO is she?

Don't tell me...........I don't want to know.

It's so UNFAIR!

While I cry in my pillow,

..............Do you care?

.....................................Do you care?

We are not together if we follow and lead,

So take my hand.....I'll be your friend

I'll stand by you,

Untill we are through.

Make love to me,

Then set me free.

................................................My lonleyness binds me to you.





TRG 1996



posted on May, 24 2005 @ 07:48 PM
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The islands in the sky
Know limitless bounds
They reach fruitfull heights
To grasp turquoise clouds.

You circle my heart
You cross out my soul
To my pools of silver
Run rivers of gold
The pure in heart
Could not be so cold
To soak of my liquid
Yet saber my soul

The island, my island
Strains high in the sky
I build upon memories
To cast away lies
Swelling warm waters
Reflect emerald eyes
Love me and my island
Alone I can't fly

Come float on my island
Inside of my mind
Sink in molten gold rivers
Drown
In endless time


TRG 1980

(I consider this my best work.....poetry-wise.....this also has music to it)



posted on May, 24 2005 @ 08:00 PM
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The endless glowing embers

...............From the firelight

Fortell a promise of hope

................In your eyes


Spinning

................Swimming

...................................Falling

Absorbed in your eyes

A calmness of mind

A stopping of time


Your eyes behold everything

.................The dance of the flame

Fresh flowers and pain


No sounds have we made

...................Dreams dance in my mind

I die a thousand times

...................In your eyes





TRG 1994



posted on May, 24 2005 @ 10:23 PM
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Thunder!
It growls inside you.
It begins in your ears, and roars.
It beats it's way into your heart, and mind, and fills empty places.
It swallows the earth in such a way, as to weaken your knees,
And chills pass over your body.

Just when you think the worst has passed,
The very air around you seems to scream,
With a sharp peircing shriek!

Suddenly everything around you is bathed in a whitewash of light,
Just as suddenly it is dark again............
Almost....ominusly.

The moon colored lightning stretches across the sky, dodeging clouds.
A dancing heritic on the mountains highest peaks.

The end of life perhaps?........maybe a begining?

You may feel gripped by terror at this insane display of nature.
Oddly enough, I am calmed by this....
I stand in awe.....with my face tilted upwords.

My mind is filled with a lunatic worship.......worship of the storm.....
Nothing exists.........only this one.......wild storm.

A warm rain bathes the earth......striking out,
And beating down on a world of asphalt and pavement.

it seems to cry out.......
"WHY are you here?
......................................Where is my dependant foilage?
GO AWAY!"

As the angry storm builds, all living creatures are forced into hiding,
But not I!
I stand all wet with arm rain streaming down my face,
yearning towards the stormy heavens.

A child in a nearbye house crys for a mother's comfort.
Again........................
............................................................THUNDER!

The summer rain beats down with no mercy,
On this man made city of concrete and tar.
Dirty polluted water rinses the streets to fill the gutter.
Cleansing the road of dust and saliva.
Dirty water from a dirty Planet....
Windows on houses are bolted shgut in defiance towards nature.


Inside....with televisions blaring nonsense,
Familys of programable humans cluster around they're scared BOX.
Staring blankly...........
.........................................Unthinking, as if possesed.

The lights suddenly burn out,
And the radiant glow of the worshiped BOX begins to fade into nothingness...

The family sits................unmoving.
A child can be heard to speak: "Daddy? Now what do we do?"


Outside......
The storms angry warriors,
Battle on with renound strength........

..........................THUNDER!


...............................................THUNDER!


TRG 1982



posted on May, 25 2005 @ 11:21 AM
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These are all excelent works of art. Beautiful, truely. Great work.



posted on May, 25 2005 @ 08:34 PM
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thank you very much Tom for your kind words

sheesh......


.......................I am blushing now......

..................but it just eggs me on to share MORE.............

[edit on 26-5-2005 by theRiverGoddess]



posted on May, 26 2005 @ 12:15 AM
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Silver beams.....and golden dreams,
Sparkle....in the night.
The crystal swans....of starlight ponds,
Awaken...and take flight.

~

The aqua moon....is blue in June,
Cascading waves of light.
They sing and dance.....for sweet romance,
Never....in our sight

~

Swirling gusts...of purple dust,
Barely....skimming ground.
Endless ships.....with moonbeam whips,
Sinking.....till they drown.

~

With the cresting dawn,
The crystal swans,
Never....shall be found.

~

Imobile spheres.....of coming years,
Always....turn out right.
The crystal swans of starlight ponds,
Are dancing....in the light.

~

With the cresting dawn,
The crystal swans,
Fade.....into the night.

~

(this to, has music)
TRG 1999



posted on May, 26 2005 @ 04:26 AM
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....Yeh...I thought that was kinda Kool....



posted on May, 26 2005 @ 04:26 AM
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TRG have you every published your work? You should as you would become famous. I would love to know a famous person who wrote poetry as good as you
I see that you have written poetry for decades (not to make you sound old
) If you can give me any pointers or have read the poems I submitted please feel free to do so!



posted on May, 26 2005 @ 06:12 AM
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I would like to see something that you have writen very recently. And yes, you are very talented, but becoming a famous poet is very difficult. If you can find someone to publish even a single poem of yours, go for it. You are sure to get recognition.



posted on May, 26 2005 @ 07:36 PM
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Brilliance is a state of mind.
Genious is a trademark of birth.

I was born innocent, indiferant to fear.
Each year, new fears have I learned.
Aquiring fears can dominate your soul.
Ideas can be lost, as liquid from a bowel.

Guilt is a fear collected through years.
Upholding guilt can brainwash your thoughts.
Putting limits on your soul,
Kills creative thoughts.
Creative waves flow through your whole being...
Brilliance and genious...........blended make gold.

Everyone knows how...
Only they have forgotton.

Brilliance is a state of mind.
Genious is a trademark of birth.

Ideas can be lost, as liquid from a bowel.
Fill from the top, then drain through your soul.

TRG 2001



posted on May, 27 2005 @ 06:14 AM
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Stop posting new poems, you are making me look like a bad poet. Mevertheless, great work... again.



posted on May, 27 2005 @ 06:21 PM
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I've got my own special place,
Where none else can find me!
Only the wind knows where I'll be!


The leaves all dance and sing,
When they see me climbing!
Climbing to my place in Daddy's apple tree!


Up, up, up in the sky,
Look up at me I can fly!
The birds in the trees,
Are happy to see,
Me up in Daddy's apple tree!


Iv'e got my own special place,
Between the leaves and branches,
I'm the only one who tells me what to do!


I watch them all around,
My friends down on the ground,
When I am climbing to my place in Daddy's apple tree!


TRG 1979





[edit on 27-5-2005 by theRiverGoddess]





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