Psimon

Tornado ******************** I am Tornado. I come when you call me. I come whirling down at your cry. I am Tornado. My surname is Whirlwind. I come on black wings from the sky My sister Lightning, in letters of splendour, emblazons my name on the sky My brother Thunder, he reads the inscriptions, announcing my name as I fly. I am Tornado! I bring liberation. Don't flee from me, children of Earth. I come for the people of poverty's nation. I swirl down to bring them new birth. My black velvet wings I'll wrap tightly round you. I come whirling down at your cry. No more worship of things when Tornado has found you. I bear you up, free, to the sky. ****************** It's actually about a black dragon... but the piece was inspired by a storm

Not "crappy" at all!! An excellent piece Suggestions?? I'm a fan of rhythm (and storms) myself, so I have added some ideas (in bold). These are only some suggestions, so please dump them like yesterday's sweaty socks if they don't fit what you had in mind... I saw once a rainstorm wild in all its glory like poetry in free-form such a different story A roaring path pounding through the air A kind of wrath lies unclouded there A writhing horror proud and strong a rainstorms fury ... like a song (or perhaps : "Nature's song" for the last line?) Again, a VERY cool work. Well done! Makes me wish we had a storm here now so I could watch...

The Path ********************* Journey, long and arduous, many stones o'er which to stumble, is considered perilous. Demands one to be humble lest pride come 'fore the fall. Yet one musn't grumble. For trees, fair and tall, along the way make traveler's treasure. Amongst the fallen, dappled all lie moments, gold of pleasure. Journeyman, toiled and heavy-burdened can pause to take it's measure. When at last the corner's turned, hearth 'n' home within your sight, friend take joy that you've returned. ************* Not sure if I've got this one right, particularly that last stanza (sounds like EEE to me) I think I'm getting cramp in my writing muscle though... stretching me further than I've ever done before, all these challenges Still... no pain, no gain no left standing in the rain no listening to lost love's last refrain no riding upon the last night train oh no! not this guy again?! What a pain!

Peace ****************************** Woodland still beneath the moon Branch extends in love Ocean calm before the storm reflecting all above Sleeping still beneath my gaze I look upon in love They know my thought, my heart's desire As they remain above Together we have been these years Challenged to rise above Sometimes it's hard to keep the peace For all we've shared in love

Well now you've made me blush... Thank you for your comments... You've made a happy man very old... er, I mean, an old man very happy I must admit I seem to be bursting with them at the moment. Or perhaps I've just taken the time to sit down and write. As for the quality of the work... well... To share my thought process... hmmmmmm..... well...... Thinas, as ever my dark-elf friend, you've nailed it. It is about a man so consumed by desire for something (in this case my thoughts were more along the lines of illicit drugs - not dissimilar to Gollum's craving/addiction), so consumed by it that he has lost all he had - family, possessions.. everything. And now he is alone and bitter and broken. Such a happy tale, neh? Thank you again... Your acceptance of my offerings makes me very happy indeed

Gone... **************************** You never can go home again regain what has been lost Be anything but alone, my friend as you stop and count the cost What once was yours is now no more take pause, consider this What once you prized you now abhor the fruit of sustained bliss Those times you counted 'mongst your best the rest had turned to dust And now you've stopped to take your rest yet naught you hold but rust 'What wasted time and wasted life!' they cried at your demise 'What lovely children, faithful wife' If just you'd been more wise!

Not to blame *********************** You ran a yellow light He ran a red no blame on you tonight two women dead The fear that you felt as you waited to hear You prayed as you knelt and hoped comfort was near The other is charged with it, sure to go down. But could you have changed a bit if only you'd known.

A momentary lapse of reason (aka. Rage) **************************** Her flesh could not withstand the pounding of his fists. The wounds would raise demands, "How could it come to this!?" The red behind his eyes truly did destroy his sight But still the tears flowed freely as she lay still this night He had no recollections, Twas like a pure white page. Still he bore the consequence of his all-consuming rage.

This is an old one of mine ( not sure if I've posted before, but here 'tis ) Pride ******************************** The trees that whispered in the evening gave little respite to those in mourning. As the body was gently lowered, all eyes to heaven were raised. "Leave me alone!" she screamed to the demons that came and as she brandished her righteousness, they went. But they crept only so far, it was a mistake The demons of her sins followed her, so correct. Climbing the steps, buying her way to the gate she reached her hand in hope and prayer. Carefully, the gatekeeper searched his tome but could not find her name written there. "I'm sorry, my child" he softly spoke "You must go with them", this last most grave. In despair, turning, she saw the evil ones her body, mind and soul to crave. The tears she wept as they took her away fell from the heavens in soft ready deluge, and she begged the question, "Why am I _?" They replied earnestly, "From your sins there is no refuge" "But what sin? I am without blemish!" "Why, pride, my lovely. Or did you truly think that for all your prayers, works, 'RELIGION' to this you could not sink?" It came to pass that in defeat she fell to rest, her soul abiding with all the 'Good folk' 'round, in a place of darkness, solitude, pain and loss. The echo of her screams such a sorrowful sound. The rhythym's a bit skewed on that old, dusty thing.... Hey, I was just starting out when I wrote it Or, if you prefer a new piece... A momentary lapse of reason (aka. Rage) **************************** Her flesh could not withstand the pounding of his fists. The wounds would raise demands, "How could it come to this!?" The red behind his eyes truly did destroy his sight But still the tears flowed freely as she lay still this night He had no recollections, Twas like a pure white page. Still he bore the consequence of his all-consuming rage.

Fantasy is like the holiday you really, really look forward to, only to discover that, once you've been immersed in the 'holiday' for a long, long time, you're actually quite relieved to be back 'home' in the real world. Or is it the other way around....??? I forget!

Breathe ***************** Take moment from your busy world pause, gaze at leaden sky Watch the clouds go 'cross and swirl stretch forth before your eye Rest a while beneath the trees wonderous ages they have seen And lay awhile upon the leaves breathe in the life so clean (I need at least a C for this assignment to pass this semester... Please, please, please... ) BTW... At last! A happy poem! Yay!!

Dark clouds ************************ Dark clouds break the blue sky fields move with shadows above wind sweeps the green before it as I ponder the meaning of love We talk too seldom you say when we do, just don't feel right I'm too tired or you're too tired ships passing soft in the night I am, at times, not 'lovable' difficult, stubborn, obtuse You can, at times, be more or less but we can, in the end, call a truce The 'feelings' of love, they are tidal sometimes ebb, other times flow but 'to love' is a conscious decision that we make every day as we go.

Just another day ************************* Just another day. Just like any other. Just never find the words to say why I can't stay longer. It's just another day It's just another sunrise It's just the bright sun's rays shining light on my cold eyes. Pity it's just the last day pity it's just the end. Pity it's just the only way my short life can't defend. Take pity. It's the only day I spend upon this earth. Take pity. It's the only day I share my love, my birth. *********************** It sure didn't end up a happy piece tho...

My Prison ******************* Walls, black as space offer up no light. No light upon my face So far from home yet no distance passed. No distance, still alone Chill, a fever, grips my aching heart. Aching forever, forever No release. No, not for my kind, no. The prison in my mind.

Such beautiful, poignant words... such talent, profound. A wonderful piece, Lady Ayshela, simply wonderful. Thank you for allowing us to share in it.

My dear Lady Ayshela, I thoroughly recommend 'playing' both at once, such as the dark and grey elf blood that courses through my own humble flesh. There is, of course, no 'uncleanliness' in any elven blood. We are pure in all ways. I cannot speak for those other races... *Bows low then hears the occassional cough and stifled guffaw from the peasantry gathered around his magnificent personage. He deigns to cast black looks at the rabble even though they do not deserve such attention. He is, as ever, most benevolent* As for some of Brute's comments... one mustn't forget the primary advantage of having at least one dwarf in any adventuring group. They're awfully useful for sport at taverns. There is one game in particular where they excel, indeed they are prerequisite to the very sport itself! Well done yet again, Brute. Never have I so looked forward to class.

Quatrains (usually ABAB) are my preferred scheme. Definitely easier (for me too) to strike that balance between Rhyme and meter I must make time to read more of what others are posting though. It would almost certainly expand my creative horizons.

I will find you ************************************ No matter the distance between us nor the years that may pass on by I'll not rest until I have seen you and heard your sweet voice ere I die. Though the miles may cause me to stumble the hours cause my bones to seek rest I will stay the course, remain humble heart measured and weighed by the test. And as I take rest in your gaze then, dress my wounds and lay my head down I'll smile and remember the days when we strolled hand in hand through the town.

Desert Rose ********************************* Colour sharp as thorns, so clear. No blemish, mark nor tint Shape as slender as the flame in eyes of steel, a hint. Visage pure and true, no mask Eyes cold, she faced the sands. Just one lie would break her heart betrayal in his hands. They conquered many lands as one She craves him, love unbound. Alone she stands as sunlight fades alone... her hope unwound.

Around the World ************************** Around the world in twenty days around my head the music plays Around the office see the light around the garden, sparrow's flight Around the block we did talk around the bend as we walk Around we go one more time around and round to catch the rhyme

The tall, two-tone elf slips into class. Late as always... ~ Now I know what I was doing wrong for all those years!! ~ He hangs his head in shame, muttering to himself "If only I'd known... oh, if only I'd known. All those wasted hours, weeks... years!!" His shoulders begin to shudder; years of frustrated ambition breaking free, spilling silent sobs from his slender throat. OOC: Well done Brute! A very entertaining read

This is a wonderful piece! A lovely description of one's perceptions of another's reality... I totally agree with Ayshela & reverie's comments. Awesome.

Goodbye to the days... ******************************** Cold morn, mist drifting on the lake saw my love her last breath take. Chilled to the bone, she felt no more cracked my heart at it's very core. Twas such as this, the time she passed my true love laid to rest at last. The pain no more held her tight sweet bliss, toward beckoning light. And now she's gone, I am alone to trudge the miles to what was home. With but a memory of her smile to warm my heart against the miles. I know she rests on soft, white wings amongst the cherubim she sings. The day will come that we shall be as once we were, she with me...

DOH!!! I've been caught out! ACK! *runs to the window, looks carefully out to the street below, expecting the black cars to pull up at any moment* I was *trying* to do each letter individually, yes... *hangs head in shame and begins to sob uncontrollably* I'm such... *sob* a failure... *sniff* *raises head to check if everyone is catching this award-winning moment of theatre. As usual, they are not!* PS. Conversion was based on ASCII

Part 5 ******************* The Grey elves had planned this ambush for months. A coalition of local and distant tribes had been formed with the aim of capturing Ar’Kelur, the most hated Drow in the known world, and destroying his elite army of raiders. Now, at last, that task was accomplished. They arrived at the village to tumultuous applause and fanfare. The crowds had come from many miles away in anticipation of this victory, hidden carefully from view until the raiders had taken the bait, kidnapping the brave warrior who had volunteered for the mission of posing as the village Elder. The trap had been elaborate, but perfectly executed. The ‘Elder’ had filled that role for weeks before the raiders had scouted the village. Real communication had been carried out using a simple code of everyday words and phrases, seemingly innocuous remarks that would be heard in any village, in any province, in any kingdom. The warriors of almost a dozen villages had been united under the common banner of freedom from the fear of the raiders’ attacks, the mourning and lamentations of the women having been a familiar sound to their ears for too long. Those villages that had not yet been attacked had contributed the majority of warriors to this combined force, those villages who had been hit with but a handful of surviving warriors each. But they had all fought fiercely. The plan had been the brainchild of the true Elder of Orrian’Tanuri, Er’Genthani. He had known it was only a matter of time before the feared raiders attacked his village. He could not bear the thought of the foul Drow capturing his only daughter, Ai’Genthani, to be used as their plaything till they grew tired of her and slew her in an orgy of bloodletting upon the altar to their filthy, demon-goddess, Lolth. So he had sent emissaries to the other villages as quickly as he was able. The resulting inter-clan meetings had, at times, been heated affairs, the arguments raging into the night and the following morning, till at last the parties were all in agreement. The result was an inter-clan treaty, an agreement of military cooperation, of information and spell sharing. New trade arrangements had been made, even some new friendships. One friendship in particular had come to the attention of several of the Elders gathered. Ar’Gorthani, the son of the Elder of a large clan, had begun to court Ai’Genthani. All concerned – parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles, approved of the relationship. There was even talk of marriage, but that was years away. First would come the betrothal ceremony, then three years of engagement before the wedding preparations would even begin. The wedding preparations would take another two years… But that was all in the unknown future. For now, the main focus was the prisoner. He was hauled into the village centre, slung beneath the pole. Children hung back in fear, not trusting that the monster of their mothers’ bedtime stories was actually dead or unconscious, afraid that he would jump up, grab them all and rip their hearts from their chests, eating the still beating organ before their dying eyes, as some of the older boys had told them Drow behaved. The young men, too young to fight, yet too old to stand with their mothers, stood boldly, hands at their hips, defiant in the face of their unconscious racial nemesis. The young women caught their collective breath behind their pale hands, their hearts racing with fear and fascination at this frightening warrior, so deadly, so strong, so… beautiful! How could the enemy of their race be such a beautiful creature? It defied reason. It dazzled the senses. It angered the men to see the young maidens look upon their vanquished enemy in this way! A general hubbub began to move around the crowd. Words were spoken in the ears of mothers who had also seen those looks. Mothers’ hands gripped daughters’ arms and they were led away with scolding tones ringing in their reddening ears.