Remove their husbands!!
said the warlord on his steed,
which rose to mimic
the Ferrari icon's reach
to protest his master's plea.
ehBeth wrote:5-7-5-7-7
warrior kings wives first born (that's 6, right? so I drop one and go on? assuming the answers are yes)
Warrior kings wives first
remove their husbands' shoes, then
move to their own feet.
Respecting some traditions
is more valued by others.
war ri or kings wives first born = 7 m'dear (when am i "ever" wrong?)
ahhhh, a pronunciation thing
I'm surprised we don't run into that more often
war-yur (the East York pronunciation of warrior)
and off i go again
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to protest his master's plea
To his master's pleas,
he was indifferent, yet
he responded once.
It interested me to
know which concern had caught him.
7! 5 5 7 7, for a change
Which concern had caught the eye
of gods in skies above?
Could there be none to
turn Persephone's eye down
to me and my weeds in ground?
Which concern had caught the eye
to lure it towards splendour?
A flower? The sight of god?
It was a fair girl,
with red hair unfurled.
7-7-7 with a 5-5 rhyming couplet. Muahaha...
With red hair uncurled
she stepped over pearls
to reach the glass of beauty;
brushes arow, potions low,
ringlets mirrored back.
5,5,7,7,5
Ringlets mirrored back
as she gazed at her visage,
curls of perfect black,
a face of alabaster,
the men that loved her...
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The men that loved her
Wove themselves a mat of dreams
The gold was her smile,
The flax blue her deep-sea eyes,
The red-brown her chestnut hair.
Hmm...back to the original structure:
The men that loved her
knew not what was in her soul.
The pain, the anguish,
that led her to deep waters,
where she drowned all her passion.
Where she drowned all her passion,
Clinging to the mast
Of the ship called Hell on Earth.
She drank too deeply
Of the ruby wine.
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Tears of ruby wine
slid down the side of the glass
and puddled at the curve that
met the stem, and then
she looked up at him.
5 7 7 5 5
She looked up at him,
Masterful in his grey socks,
Smiling down at her,
And his torso gleamed
In the flickering firelight.
In the flickering firelight
spirits danced in ecstasy
arm in arm, content
in an otherworldly waltz
of orange and red
Of orange and red
Dahlias, purple irises,
Michaelmas daisies, roses
Let us sing; flowers are an
Expression of love.
Dahlia's purple irises
were really quite confusing
to her opthamoligist
but he was drawn in
by this strange beauty
Ophthalmologists
Rarely see the point.
But cardiac specialists
Get down to the real
Heart of the matter.
"Get down to the real
passion we share between our
beating hearts" she said.
"Is our passion dead, or just
on hold?" he asked wistfully.
Wistfully he asked,
Held her tiny hand in his,
Gazed soulfully into her
Deep brown eyes; then she
Reached up and hit him.
Deep brown eyes; then she
focused on his 'attributes'.
They seemed fine indeed.
"Please come here, my well-hung steed,
give me the pleasure I need."
The leaves are bursting
Into leaf. Deep green lawns
Replicate used light.
It is from this joyful scene
We see that all will wilt soon.
