Ramblings of a Salinye

[Salinye]

I'm reviving this thread in order to collect much of my writing together in one place so that I don't lose it and so that it's easier to work with for revamping, etc. I created this thread ages ago, I'm just now finally completing it's purpose. Please feel free to comment or critique anything that is here although, be warned that much of it is just as the title suggests, Ramblings...:0)

 

Quill Quest Links (Madame Quixotic)

 

http://www.patrickdurham.net/themightypen/index.php?showtopic=9682&hl

 

ooc thread

 

http://www.patrickdurham.net/themightypen/index.php?showtopic=9710&hl

 

Predictions

 

http://www.patrickdurham.net/themightypen/index.php?showtopic=9683&hl

 

QQ

 

http://www.patrickdurham.net/themightypen/index.php?showtopic=9721&hl

 

Link to all the finished works

 

 

Wayward Daughter

 

http://www.patrickdurham.net/themightypen/index.php?show...c=10400&hl=

 

A Time For Two

 

http://www.patrickdurham.net/themightypen/index.php?show...c=12113&hl=

 

The "F" Word

 

http://www.patrickdurham.net/themightypen/index.php?show...c=14840&hl=

 

Marked, which stemmed from Strange Bonds, which has evolved into a novel in progress and is much revised from anything found here.

 

http://www.patrickdurham.net/themightypen/index.php?show...c=13327&hl=

 

The Hunt

 

http://www.patrickdurham.net/themightypen/index.php?showtopic=9694&hl=

 

Hostel Fox

 

http://www.patrickdurham.net/themightypen/index.php?showtopic=9057&hl=

Edited November 5, 2007 by Salinye

[Salinye]

(True and Pure freeform written hastily within a few minutes time.)

 

Sometimes we get gifts that still have Celestial dust on them...

Be sure when I run my fingers through your hair I am only brushing off remaining particles of Heaven. I sit here...late at night, thinking of you...You are only a room away, yet I can feel your spirit as if you are right beside me, no you're closer...You are inside me. You are half of me. I used to be only half a person, did you know that? I was never whole a day of my life before I met you. I'm sure that I stood watching over you from the clouds for three years while you forgot me and started your new life here on Earth. But did you forget me? I think not. I think like me, on the day we met you had that feeling...you know that feeling of...I know you...I've always known you...Then that day our lips first touched by accident sending our hearts soaring together...I will never forget the song you sang to me at the bottom of a trail on the waters edge...That song, your face, is embedded in my heart forever. I knew that day that I was finally being offered the rest of myself...And then as I looked at you in your white purities kneeling looking back at me saying "I will" I knew that I too was half of you. Not only are you half of me, but you have made the half of me I started out with SO much better! I have never been complete without you. I will never be complete without you. You hold my life, my heart in your hand and in your heart. I will never forget that you loved me in a way that no other was willing to do. I will never forget that you see in me something no one else could see. I will never forget that YOU alone are proof enough that we have a loving Heavenly Father, Because only He could make You. And You are half of me...Thank you for giving me reason to exist, and a knowledge of why I exist. Thank you. I owe you my life. You saved me...more than once...Before you I could not see, because Before you I was not whole. Thank you...

[Salinye]

OOC: I was in the mood to write, so I sat down deciding to write free form style letting whatever escape. This is what turned out. I have an explanation of sorts, but I'll see what you think first. Remember it was written free style, so I'm sure it's in DIRE need of editing. :0)

 

Did you know you saved me?

I was lost, so lost.

Swimming in the ocean of life.

Did I say swimming? I meant drowning.

Sinking to the bottom of a life I didn't understand.

With all my might I fought against the current of hostilities.

Kicked to free my legs from the seaweed like vines of discouragement.

Held my breath against the all-consuming waters of abuse that threatened to consume me.

Looking upwards, the salty residue of contention stinging my eyes

I could see the lit surface of the water beckoning me to win the fight.

Stretching my arm upward I reached for acceptance, and understanding, air.

I was tired, and my reach fell short of my goal.

I wasn't going to win this fight alone.

Suddenly the glass like surface of the water rippled its protest

As your hand descended into the violent pits and clasped my hand.

You fingers entwined with mine pulling me upward, gently bringing me to new heights.

For a moment, as the seaweed regretfully let go of my ankles

I dared to hope, to envision, to love and be loved.

It was only as my face was freed from its watery prison

To be kissed by the sunlight and my nostrils deeply inhaled

The warm breeze of unconditional love did I truly see-

There is a life outside of the ocean.

[Salinye]

You know? Right?

 

Empty…Hollow…Filled with grief.

 

The thing about being empty, hollow or filled with grief is that you first have to be full of life, love and happiness to truly know the depth of sorrow. The messed up part about sorrow is that you find ways to twist the knife and feed it. It’s like a disease that wants to keep itself alive. You feel guilty and ashamed for grieving because you know you have so much to be thankful for and other people have experienced so much worse. So what right do you have to feel sorry for yourself? Then part of you speaks up and claims that you shouldn’t compare yourself to others. Your pain is your own. It’s legitimate. For a time, you have a right to feel it, embrace it-try to understand it. Then of course, the other side of you realizes how incredibly pathetic you’re being. Life is so beautiful. YOUR life specifically is so beautiful. How can you complain? Who are you that you think you should get to cruise through life with no trials, no pain and furthermore, you KNOW if your trials were laid on a plate next to others trials, you’d most likely pick your own back up again. However, isn’t grieving part of the trial too? Isn’t HOW you handle that pain, that grief, that hollow feeling that replaced the joy part of the trial? There is a story about a woman in Poland. She had to flee her country with her children during WWII. By the time she finally found safety with others of her faith, she had rags wrapped around her frost bitten feet and had watched all of her children either starve or freeze to death before she arrived. You know what the FIRST thing she did when she found safety? Gave praises to God for her many blessings. She was so thankful that she was such a blessed woman. That’s true faith. Faith in God should not be dependant on your circumstances. It’s not true faith to love God when things in life are good and to scorn him when things in life are bad. After all, we do not love our children when they are good and scorn them when they are bad. What a horrible and ridiculous philosophy to live by. Why claim to have faith at all? Most of the time, most of the time, perhaps you are pretty good about separating your feelings for God from your circumstances in life. Most of the time you can always see your extreme blessings and remain thankful, relying on Him for help during the hard times. Most of the time… But every once in a while something happens that just makes you feel hopeless and in between feeling guilty for even feeling hopeless in the first place, when others have so much worse, you find small strands of bitterness taking residence within your soul. Bitterness is something you thought you dusted your feet of long ago. It’s a love/hate relative, Bitterness is. Parts of you crave to embrace it while most of you is horrified by its very presence. How easy it would be to throw your hands in the air and let bitterness take over-How easy and how horrible. You won’t let that happen though. It’s just not you. Just knowing it’s there and possible is scary enough. So instead you just decide for this moment you will feel empty and hollow and filled with grief and you’ll try to understand it and what you’re allowed to feel later when it’s not so fresh. What else is there to do? Sometimes you just have to hurt...and it really hurts.

 

~Salinye

Edited December 8, 2004 by Salinye

[Salinye]

Dedication To A Poet

 

Oh how you inspire me

With your beautiful words

Which seem to flow from you

Flawlessly with such ease

And grace as if your thoughts

Dawn in poetic form

And all that is needed

Is for your quill to lie

Effortlessly upon

A spare scrap of parchment

To perform its lover’s

Dance leaving a small piece

Of your heart and your soul

Immortalized.

 

 

If I Could Be A Poet

 

If I could wield a poet’s quill,

I’d inspire and delight.

The words would flow from me at will,

Oh, the tributes I’d write.

 

If I could paint a poet’s world,

The things I could reveal.

All around a Beauty unfurled

Bringing forth the surreal.

 

If I could sing a poet’s song,

The sound would ring so pure.

Its harmony would belt along,

Inviting and demure.

 

If I but had a poet’s heart,

My writings you’d extol.

My words a gift I do impart

Small pieces of my soul.

 

MUSE-An Acrostic

 

Mirror of my soul,

Unleash those beautiful words to me.

Shall they inspire, awe and entrance

Every soul that finds them.

 

 

A few lines of this came out of me about a week ago during a random rp in mirc. Ever since then those lines have been tickling my brain begging me to put them into poetic form. So, here is what resulted. I thought a lot of my husband as I wrote. Poetry isn't my strong point, but I still like to write when I feel the need. :0) Feedback is welcome.

 

 

 

I am…

 

The hot jagged rocks that defend the coastline

Beaten down by the unending waves of daily warfare-

Winning and failing, hurting and weary,

Ready to stand alone if need be, never giving up.

 

You are…

 

The misty ocean breeze that rushes over the waves

To kiss my skin at dawn’s first light-

Invigorating, refreshing, peaceful,

Yet full of unpredictability and strength.

 

 

We are…

 

The glow from the setting sun that washes over the sea

Gently massaging out the watery kinks and stresses of life-

Warm, beautiful, awe-inspiring,

Forever-entwined in celestial harmony.

 

Sick

 

Sick! Sick! Sick!

Whoever thought up this ick?

Achy body, yucky tummy,

No food in creation sounds yummy!

 

I’ve got the chills I’ve got the runs,

This sickly thing is just no fun!

Can’t stand to be awake, can’t stand to sleep,

My fever up it does steadily creep!

 

Tums, Ibuprophen, Tylenol,

I assure you that I’ve tried them all!

No matter what I try or do,

I still find myself in this sickly stew!

 

I want to die, no I want to live,

Something here has got to give!

I’m a mommy and need to be alert,

MY KIDS ARE OUT NAKED IN THE DIRT!

 

I want to laugh. I want to cry.

Silently I wonder, WHY?

I scare them back in with a broom,

Just in time to run to the bathroom!

 

Reading this makes you perplexy,

You wonder how I can be sick and SO DAMN SEXY!

Well, it’s a gift, a natural talent, you see.

If you believe that, I have a bridge to sell you in Kentucky!

[Salinye]

Well, I agreed to write one, and the person I chose was Mira. Given his natural gift for song ic and ooc, I chose to write lyrics instead of a poem. Now, I've never written lyrics before, so don't be expecting the greatest song every written! I also wanted to note, instead of trying to encompass all the wonderfulness that is Mira, I simply chose one aspect of his character to mainly focus on. All of you former AMers, may be able to relate. :0) Enjoy.

Untitled Mira wasn't so much a fan of this lol and I don't blame him! It was my first attempt at Lyrics of any kind. It was fun, though!

 

Haunted by demons of Terra,

Memories rip at my soul.

No one here can see my sins,

Yet I’m constantly raked ‘cross the coal.

 

To give up the power was easy,

It’s not one of the things that I miss.

If I still had it here with me,

I’d use it for righteousness.

I wander this world, just searching,

Searching to end my pain.

My hunt is of the unattainable,

My soul is doused in rain.

 

I seek solace from my past in the future,

Atonement my expectant reward.

I seek that which has often been sought,

My hope I’ll ever wield like a sword.

 

Redemption has become a cruel mistress,

I’m tempted by her embrace.

Her smile offers forgiveness.

Peace a promise upon her face.

 

She whispers sweet words of devotion.

I can’t grasp them within my hands.

Holding those words I’d work wonders,

Yet they wash away like grains of sand…

 

I wander this world, just searching,

Searching to end my pain.

My hunt is of the unattainable,

My soul is doused in rain.

 

I seek solace from my past in the future,

Atonement my expectant reward.

I seek that which has often been sought,

My hope I’ll ever wield like a sword.

If lady fate weaves our paths

In such a way that they should cross,

You’ll never see my burden.

You’ll never feel my loss.

 

Dreamer of dreams they call me,

I’ll help you with dagger or song.

Through my service to you,

Perhaps I’ll right my wrongs.

 

I wander this world, just searching,

Searching to end my pain.

My hunt is of the unattainable,

My soul is doused in rain.

 

I seek solace from my past in the future,

Atonement my expectant reward.

I seek that which has often been sought,

My hope I’ll ever wield like a sword.

 

One thing I’ve learned on this journey,

A valuable piece of insight.

No matter the cards I’m dealt,

In darkness I will find the light.

 

So don’t pity me if you hear my story.

I’d rather embrace you as a friend.

My life here has been a blessing,

In time all wounds will mend.

[Salinye]

This was a collaborative effort by Mynx and Myself for Cryptomancer.

 

An Acrostic

 

Cocky in blue jeans

Rambles like a pro

You can't live with him, can't shoot him...

Poetry is his way

Treacle shuts him up for a bit

Oh someone get the man a coke!

Mad as a loony bird

Addicted to caffiene

Notice the bald head SHINE

Careful to avoid the scythe

Everyone's favorite Riddler

Raven

 

Salinye-An Acrostic

 

Secrets hide within her heart

Always guarded. Always kept.

Love, although hard to accept,

Ironically, is easily given.

Needs of others, she does attend.

Yearning to heal and

Embrace the sweetness of life.

 

Just Love Me

 

Why can’t you just love me?

Was my birth your penalty?

Is it so hard to speak lovingly?

Have you lost all sense of decency?

 

You’ve tainted all of my memories!

You choose to think of me unpleasantly!

You nurture my insecurities!

I cannot live with this INSANITY!

 

You look up and notice me.

 

I am confused to hear your plea!

I violently disagree!

Long ago I set you free!

Quit looking to me accusingly!

 

Did you not know you hold the key?

Can you not see I’ve found humility?

Why keep yourself enslaved to hostility?

Why can’t YOU just love me?

 

 

Peredhil-An Acrostic

 

Polite is this

Elder who

Reaches out to

Everyone around him

Delivering his thoughts-

Healing the broken

In kindness and

Love

 

Salinye-An Acrostic by Peredhil

 

Sweet Salinye approved my poems,

A wonderful Elven lass.

Like a dandelion she comes and goes.

In a blink of an eye her beauty you'll spy -

Look speedily for she's awefully fast.

You'd be hard-pressed to find another like her.

Even if you search the Planes for a year.

[Salinye]

A sweet gift from Tanuchan.

 

Salinye Celestialgrace

 

Weary traveller arriving anew

A homely Hostel he sees from afar

Grace comes from the lady awaiting

Celestial in name, high-elven in shape.

 

Haunted in heart by shadows past

Powerful wizardess in her own right

Born to love and live in mirth

Ever playful, a caring friend.

 

Alaeha's Poetry Exercise #7

 

You sigh with that shotgun placed to your head

It could be worse, I laugh. You could be dead!

You cry and plead that you don’t need a wife,

You claim to be too young for married life!

My pa, he looks upon you in disgust,

Perhaps you should learn to control your lust!

You will do the right thing by my daughter,

Or like the fattened calf, I will slaughter!

For a lifetime you will suffer and pay,

Because of that careless romp in the hay.

 

Some Haiku for a Mr. Bunny Event

 

AHA! Three P.M.

After that, I shall place my

bids for bachelors!

 

 

My heart is filled

With love, hope, and bliss content

Forever at peace

 

 

**********

 

If this haiku could

Reveal the love in my life

All others would pale

 

 

 

Written in a rare moment late at night right before bed with thoughts of others on my mind.

For Those Who Need It

 

I’d help you forget if I could.

All the pent up hurt and all the pain.

From those that didn’t care but should,

From yourself-Just trying to stay sane.

 

You’d rather rage than feel weak.

Rather lash out in anger than pray.

That just salts the wounds, it’s peace you seek.

Look in the mirror take it all day by day.

 

I’d help you forget but that would be wrong.

Losing the memories wouldn’t help in the end,

Don't run away. Over come it. Grow strong.

Turning grief into love, it’s the way to mend.

 

This was a gift from Vlad for a carnival event:

 

Standing so tall-

Gracious Elf.

Who could you be-

Other than yourself?

 

Magic so strong-

Sorceress Elf.

Could it be her?

There is no-one else.

 

Feelings so kind-

Caring one.

Helping all creatures-

Under the sun.

 

Hiding from fame-

Humble one.

Hiding your strength-

Never overdone.

 

 

She is always there-

At the end of the day-

She who is there-

Is Salinye.

 

Copywrite Vlad 2004

 

 

Alaeha's poetry Challenge #3

 

 

This wizardess is far from through, so don't

go dumbing up your challenges. For if

we wish to learn and grow then we must stretch

ourselves to heights not yet achieved. My friend,

I value greatly all that you have done

to help this girl in her endeavor to

find some poetic verse within her soul.

[Salinye]

Now, I must preface this poem with a disclaimer: "I in no way shape or form am claiming to be able to match Psimon's extremely eloquent poetic talent. However, I did write this on a whim in response to "Red Sky Shadow" and "Pulse". (Now Now Alaeha that was not a statement of inferiority, so no yelling at me! We must admit, Psimon is among the best!)

 

Without Further Ado...(No title as of yet.)

 

Hair brushed softly from my face,

Unadjusted eyes the dark does lace.

With held breath I look around

No intruder can be found.

 

It must have all been just a dream

His cold touch, how real it seemed.

Sinking back into a pillow haven

At my side he appeared, craving.

 

Before I could scream in surprise

His hypnotic gaze caught my eyes.

As I lay, my pulse did quicken,

Unbeknownst his lust did thicken.

 

What would he do, rape or molest?

No, he simply wished me to rest.

Among the spirits and the gods

To dance in places only angels trod.

 

He leans in now, sharp is the pain

He holds me close as my life does drain.

Memories through my mind do flutter,

Not a single word did the reaper utter.

 

At last he left me on my bed

Not a tear or drop of blood was shed

As a reminder that this strife

Was an exchange of death for life.

 

 

One delicate finger

grasps the metal loop

of the zipper giving it a gentle tug.

Slowly descending the

zipper parts the black

leather oasis revealing a river

of creamy white skin.

Another hand flows

down the river massaging

the slender, well toned

tired and achey form.

As the zipper reaches

its final destination,

a narrow feminine

contour.

The woman sighs relieved

gently twisting to

free her leg from its

leather-clad prison.

 

*giggles* I've had this idea of an abstract imagery in my mind for a couple of weeks now. I only today finally sat down to transfer it from my mind to paper. It was originally titled "New Boots", but I didn't want to tell the title in advance. I wanted the imagery to speak for itself. :0)

 

 

Hero

 

Just as one lighthouse stands among the shore as a beacon to guide the lost home...

Just as one Mountain stands tall and majestic it's presence alone the source of awe...

Just as one banner alone inspires unity among an unrest nation...

Just as one sun calls Mother Earth to arise from her dark slumber...

Just as one river weaves through a valley offering hope, strength & life to barren lands...

Such is the impact of just one Lone Man. Such is the burden...

[Salinye]

Mother's Day Acrostic

 

Mother dear, you amazing Spirit,

Only you could have raised me to be

The person I am. It is with merit

How you’ve been an example to me.

Every observer can see your love is pure,

Real, unconditional as solid as cement.

So few things in life are this sure.

 

Let me take this moment to lament.

Of all the times I didn't make you see,

Vow to you how much you've meant.

Entwined in my soul you'll forever be.

 

 

Writer's Block

 

Writers Block

 

In dismay and silent shock,

my mind does tease and taunt.

For me to simply unlock

 

the words that it does flaunt.

Within the prison of my head

unleashed and free they want.

 

Plots and poems stop dead

within their creative tracks.

This heavy burdon I wish to shed,

 

lest the muse slips through the cracks.

If I could get my quill to talk

and pick up some of the slack.

 

Free the thoughts that torment and mock

this slave of creative writ.

Well, that would simply ROCK!

[Salinye]

(This was written as my application to be accepted at The Pen.)

 

Ellowyn muttered to herself as she sat uncomfortably upon the hard wooden chair running her finger along a grain of the table. Tapping a well manicured fingernail of her other hand repeatedly she stared at the paper before her that was entirely blank save for one word printed at the top in bold writing and underlined for emphasis. It simply said Applicat [/u]. That was it. Nothing else. "Well", she thought to herself. "That is quite a ridiculous application. What am I supposed to do, just spout something brilliant off the top of my head? I mean, one cannot argue my brilliance, however, it is a lot to expect of a lady before breakfast!"

 

She silently cursed the paper twirling a long auburn strand of hair tightly around her finger, a subconscious habit she had always had. The paper, in return, simply lay there, smugly taunting her. Daring her to impress it. Laughing at the thought that that's even possible. Narrowing her eyes the woman finally placed the graphite tip of her pencil to the paper and began to write -

 

Celestial Dust

By Ellowyn L'Mon

 

Sometimes we get gifts that still have Celestial dust upon them......

Be sure when I run my fingers through your hair I am only brushing off remaining particles of Heaven. I sit here.... late at night, thinking of you.... You are only a room away, yet I can feel your spirit as if you are right beside me, no you're closer...You are -

 

The graphite stopped momentarily before violently scribbling over the few sentences written. With an inner groan Ellowyn dropped her forehead upon the table with a resounding thud. "That's enough to almost make ME gag." She thought slowly lifting her head glaring down at the marred application. The application remained smug seeming to say to her, "I told you so."

 

"Oh what do you know?" She said raising her voice in annoyance causing the few people scattered throughout the room to stop their writing giving her a look of disapproval at the interruption. Slinking down in her chair she again picked up the pencil determined to write something brilliant, or maybe just-halfway brilliant?

 

Charred wood. That is the scent the elven male could not pin point until now. Charred wood is the scent of fear. Ever since he had entered the caves he had detected the smell. At first he thought perhaps some of the smoke from the fires within the hills had some how found their way through the maze of caverns and made a permanent residence among the stalactite. However, his keen elven intuition told him otherwise. The fine hairs upon the back of his neck stood on end as he rounded the corner stopping in his tracks, the scent growing thicker seemingly overwhelming his senses.

 

"What is it?" The ill-mannered dwarf harshly whispered (hardly whispered causing the rest of the companions behind him to groan).

 

"Tha's right, Kaldor. Alert the 'ntire place we're 'ere why don'cha?" Whispered an annoyed voice from the back. The dwarf turned to face the accusation spat at him through the darkness willing to settle the manner with his axe rather than his words when Garon placed his hand firmly but gently upon the dwarfs shoulder.

 

"They're here. I smell their fear."

 

"UHG" Ellowyn silently despaired once again scribbling through the words. "I smell their fear?" What is this an "I see dead people" moment?" Crossing her sandal clad feet she tapped the eraser of her pencil rapidly her anxiety growing. It was only as she noticed the disapproving glances of those around her (once again) that she stopped her face heating slightly with a blush. "Come on Elly girl, pull it together. You can do it, just write something down."

 

Closing her eyes and inhaling a deep breath of the stale library style air around her, she tried one last attempt at brilliance.

 

"Come in RotDawg Come in. This is Jimmy 500 and I need immediate back up, do you hear me? The snake has been found. He is down, but I am requesting immediate back up before proceeding." Jimmy Johnson whispered as loud as he dared into the walkie talkie.

 

"Roger that." Cshhhhhk "Sending back up immediately" cshhhhhk. Came the scratchy reply from the radio. Slowly Jimmy tipped the too large helmet back up and leaned his head around the doorframe to look once again into the kitchen. He could see the tennis shoes followed by denim legs sticking out from underneath the yellow gingham tablecloth in the center of the room.

 

Moments passed by as if minutes. The strong beating of his heart the only sound within the small cottage style house. Finally, being able to wait no longer he pressed his back to the wall, raised his gun offering a silent prayer and stepped around the doorframe into the kitchen his eyes fixed on the red sneakers beneath the table. He only got two steps inside before the room erupted into chaos. Bullets flew around the room splattering blue and red paint all over the pristine whiteness that was the kitchen decor. Jimmy grabbed at his chest as paint bullets slammed into him. Dropping to the floor he watched as the red sneakers retreated under the tablecloth and was replaced by a well-armed and smiling Terry Hicks. Behind him Freddy Mealstine and Toby Clark jumped off of the counter aiming their paint guns at his head. The only thing Jimmy could think to do was yell frantically into his six-dollar walkie talkie "RETREAT! It's an ambush! I repeat, RETREAT!"

 

The warning was cut short as a high-pitched scream accompanied by breaking glass echoed through the kitchen. Looking up all the boys froze as Jimmy's mother walked through the back door dropping her groceries to the floor...

 

"FORGET IT!" Ellowyn finally grumbled in frustration scribbling so hard upon the smug paper, that by now was laughing at her, causing the tip of her pencil to break. Crumpling the paper up into a ball she looked at the man who stood rather stoically behind the counter. "This is just FAR too much for me to handle on an empty stomach!" Standing she grabbed her purse and headed towards the exit tossing the balled up paper over her shoulder at the rather startled young man before arrogantly prancing from the building. "Perhaps after I've had breakfast I'll be brilliant." She told herself once again strolling down the street heading towards 6th Avenue Cafe.

[Salinye]

I know this is very rhymy and cutesy, but I have to tell you, there was a lot of emotion behind it when I wrote it. Perhaps you'll see why. :0) I wrote this during my pregnancy.

 

Two

 

On my knees in humble prayer I sent my requests above.

If it would be His will to please send me a sweet spirit to love.

If this one wish of my heart would be granted I could promise in return,

to train that child to love the sun, the Lord and the ability to learn.

 

Later that day I walked through the park admiring the beauty all around.

I longed for a child to hold my hand getting lost in the sights and sounds.

I thought again of the things we would share, this child and myself.

The way it must feel to love someone more than anything else.

 

Later that week I called my mom to share the news that had come.

We were truly blessed for sometime soon we'de have a daughter or son.

The love that filled my heart, I thought would overflow.

I again dropped to my knees with gratitude to show.

 

Later that year I sat alone in the quiet peace of my room.

I passed my hand over my stomache thinking of you in my womb.

The scriptures say that we are blessed tenfold, I know that this is true.

For I can feel the love within for not only one but two.

 

Now I hold you both in my arms marvelling at the perfection within you.

As I reflect I can't remember ever feeling complete without two.

Again I feel the urge to pray in thanks to the Lord above.

For blessing me with the gift of not one but two children to love.

 

Whom Do You See?

 

(A poem from the pages of my life.)

 

 

Leaning forward bent in half toes pointed to the far corners,

Chest pressed to the floor.

Two braids descending, body clad in lycra.

You glance over to me, whom do you see?

You laugh sheepishly; you mistook me for one of my teenage students.

Most say I'll appreciate my youthful look when I'm older.

 

When I'm older...

 

Apples rolling down the aisle, sticky fingers tugging on my coat,

Hungry babies cry.

Reaching around fingers fumbling to find a bottle in my backpack.

You glance over to me, whom do you see?

"Has she never heard of birth control?" You whisper snickering.

Most say they regret not cherishing the moments when their children were younger.

 

When they were younger...

 

Jumping on the bed, reading tales of pirate ships,

Giggling squeals of delight.

Rescuing the fair maiden from the dragon King.

You glance over to me, whom do you see?

"Her house is such a mess." You think.

"Someday she'll get her priorities straight."

 

Someday...

 

Youthful look, cherishing love filled days,

Priorities in order.

I live to love each day, love each day I live.

You glance over to me, how can you not see this?

I chose this life; I happily embrace each moment now.

 

Embrace each moment now..

 

 

From an Alaeha Challenge:

 

Vanity

 

Vanity

 

An awed hush falls over the crowd

As she steps from the car

Self glorifying pauses and turns are

Expected. Bright camera flashes; she's proud.

 

How does she look so good?

She poses-lyposuctioned stomach and hips.

She smiles-artificially enhanced breasts and lips.

Envious sigh-I'd look like her if I could.

 

Young girls flip through their magazine.

Naked insecurities exposed

Fat thighs, drab hair, big nose.

Harmful diets to look more pleasing.

 

How much did it cost to be in her role?

Their own features they pick apart,

Not knowing her smile doesn't reflect her heart.

Thousands of dollars, and of course her soul.

 

 

(Written in ABAB CDCD Form. (I'm trying to learn poetic form.)

 

As Cool As I Am

(Inspired by someone's bio)

 

As cool as I am, you don't see or ask.

Who I am is real, but that's beyond you.

I won't conform or imitate your mask,

Or bow down in worship-one of your crew.

 

As cool as I am, you're judge and jury.

You take one look and condemn without trial.

You'd rather knock me down in your fury.

Then walk away with a sadistic smile.

 

In the end you may find out much too late,

The best things in life and from where they stem.

Right now it's hard- I wouldn't trade my plate.

I've known all along, as cool as I am.

[Salinye]

A Page From The History Books Of Madam Quixotic (I miss her!)

 

Ivahna felt her coach lurch as it’s lumbering sway came to a stop. The lull of the rhythmic movement had almost put her to sleep. She opened her eyes, seeing the lush curtains slowly cease their swish. She wasn’t too concerned about the stop, as they were not rare. When traveling through forests, they often had to stop to clear away things like trees that had fallen over the trail, or to water the animals or prepare a meal. She closed her eyes once again, unconcerned. Twenty minutes later, she was brought out of her light slumber by a knock on her carriage door. “You may enter.” She called back softly.

 

The door swiftly opened and an armed guard stepped up into her coach immediately lowering himself reverently to one knee. “Your highness, please forgive my haste.”

 

Sitting up, her royal purple blanket falling from her lap to puddle at her feet, she smiled at him. “Think nothing of it, speak freely.”

 

Ferohn looked up at her and nodded quickly. “We’ve run into some trouble up ahead, and I think you should come right away.”

 

“Alright.” Ivahna replied slipping her feet back into her shoes. The guard slipped back through the coach door and down the steps offering her his hand. She accepted his aid and dropped down from the carriage, the mist of the late afternoon causing light goose bumps to rise upon her skin. Reaching back into her carriage she grabbed a golden shawl, draping it across her shoulders. It complimented her deep burgundy dress nicely, her long black curls danced around her face and she nodded signifying she was ready.

 

Up ahead of where her entourage had stopped, she could see a group of people gathered. Speeding her steps, careful not to trip on the roots that randomly poked up along the trail, she followed Ferohn, her curiosity growing. Crossing through the last of the trees into a small clearing she saw a small carriage tipped onto its side, a rather frantic horse still connected to it and pawing at the ground with it’s hooves frantically. To the left of the wreck a small crowd of villagers stood in a group muttering amongst themselves.

 

Many of them gasped surprised when they saw her. The men pulled their hats off and bowed while the women backed away, their faces reddening in shame.

 

“Your highness!”

 

“Lady Ivahna!”

 

“What is she doing here?”

 

These words, among others, could be heard rippling through the surprised crowd. Ivahna paid them no mind. Her attention was on the limp and bludgeoned form of a winged woman upon the ground. Even in death, the woman was unarguably the most breathtaking beast any one there had ever laid eyes on. A human man lay crumpled at her side, bleeding from a head wound and sobbing to himself. Ivahna slowly dropped to her knees next to them. She had never seen the succubus in her natural form, with wings. The succubus preferred the form of a cloaked human-her attempts to not stand out in a crowd. Her assumption was that death returned Elisria to her most natural state.

 

 

Ivahna knew the Succubus well. Years ago, she had entered her kingdom. She made a point to call a personal meeting with the Queen upon her arrival. Elisria was very forthright with what she was. She did not hide the fact from Ivahna. However, she explained that she had heard that Ivahna was a woman who listened to reason and did not commonly pass judgment without first weighing the situation.

 

Elisria explained that she had come to truly love her previously indentured bed warmer, a human named Tomas Scantavia. They were married in their own private ceremony. She had solemnly sworn to him that she would never again use her magic to draw a man to her. Naturally, her very countenance attracted people to her; which is why she was never uncloaked except in the privacy of her own home. She was in effect asking for Ivahna to trust her and allow her to live within her kingdom. She wanted to raise children and everywhere she went, she could not find peace.

 

The Queen agreed, granting her permission. The only other person within the kingdom who was informed of the Succubus’ true presence was the high priest Herick. He was given the task of helping to watch over her. He could walk among the people with more ease than the queen could. Any jaunt she took through the villages, drew too much attention.

 

“What happened?” She asked softly, not rising and with her back still to the crowd.

 

A multitude of voices began speaking to her at once.

 

“She was stealing our men away!”

 

“She’s a demon, look at her wings, we have proof!”

 

Ivahna rose to her feet turning on them, her eyes revealing her restrained rage, her authority immediately silencing the crowd. Looking at the assortment of angry and ashamed faces of her people, she noticed the shrinking form of Herick. She couldn’t keep the shock from her face. “Herick? Herick. Please come forward.” The priest stiffened his spine defiantly, chasing the last of his ashamed glances away from his features.

 

The group parted as he walked forward to stand before her. She simply looked at him, waiting for an explanation. She didn’t feel any questions from her were needed. When he finally spoke, he did so loudly and with a trace of arrogance. “I’m sorry, M’lady. My fealty to my God is stronger than my fealty to you. It is the oath I swore upon becoming a priest.”

 

“What does your fealty to God have to do with this? You swore to protect her!”

 

“Yes, M’lady, but only as she kept her vows. She has not.”

 

“What are you talking about?” She asked, anger and pain flashing across her face.

 

“Many of the women of the village noticed their men returning home later than usual, it was obvious what was happening.”

 

“The only thing that is obvious to me, Herick, is that your flesh is weak. It was YOU who would not leave Elisria alone. It was to be my first order of business upon my return, but I never thought you….” Her words were choked by a rising lump of emotion in her throat.

 

“You see.” Helrick proclaimed turning back to the villagers. “She consorts with evil. Demonic whores who would steal the fathers of your children, sexually enslave your sons.”

 

“Stop it.” She spat at him, her temper flaring dangerously. “That’s not true. She had long ago changed her ways. You see her husband dying at her side. His soul was willingly bound to her. You have murdered more than one innocent life tonight. You KNEW she was innocent, Helrick. It was YOUR lusts that brought this about, not hers.”

 

“You will face trial for this, Helrick” On her word, guards stepped in and began binding the priests hands behind his back and the mutterings from the crowd dropped to a dead silence, broken only by the small cry of a baby. A silent tear ran down her cheek as the priest was led away. “GO home.” She told the crowd and slowly they dispersed. Her men followed the wail of the baby to the tipped carriage and quickly pulled not one but two baby boys from it. “Take them to my carriage.” She whispered. Glancing one last time down to the babies dead parents, she said a silent prayer and slowly made her way back to her entourage pondering the changes that were sure to take place as she raised half demon/half human twin baby boys.

[Salinye]

Of Deer and Green Elderly...

 

A friend of mine's husband was asked to give a talk at Church on the topic of "The Atonement". She then told me the talk he gave and I wish to share it here in my own words, because it's just too funny. (incoming a bit of church humor)

 

So he stands up at the pulpit, and this is how he starts.

 

"So, today, I'd like to share a few stories I know about deer. When I was a young boy, some friends of mine and I were walking through the wilderness when we happened upon a suffering nearly dead deer. It was lying upon its side eying us. You could see the terror in the poor things eyes, but it was far too close to deaths door to do anything more than pathetically lay there and suffer.

 

We gathered together and discussed the matter and came to the unanimous conclusion that the civilized, compassionate and kind thing to do would be to put the poor thing out of it's misery. Looking around and weighing our options, we decided that our best bet would be if we stoned him to death.

 

So, we set about our mission of mercy and gathered all the large stones we could find. Then on the count of three, we threw them as hard as our little child arms could right onto its head. The poor thing groaned and looked at us even more terrified as we continued to try to put this creature out of its misery."

 

He then goes into GRAVE details of how they continued injuring this deer, finally grabbing a large stone that took all of them to lift and dropping it on the deer's head. (Now at this point, please input little old ladies with blue hair in very modest dresses turning green in their pews.)

 

His transition from this story was rather eloquent, he simply paused then ended by saying, "And now for another story about deer."

 

"When I was a bit older I was taken hunting with my father. It was Doe season. About the second day into the trip, I got a doe within my cross hairs. Clutching the trigger nervous, I fired a shot dropping the creature. Grabbing my father I led him to where the creature was, however my excitement was cut short as I noticed small nubs upon his head.

 

He was not a doe, infact, he was a very young buck, and he was not dead. Looking at my father, I exclaimed, "I have just shot a deer illegally! But I have to kill it! I must kill it! I could get in trouble for this!" Of course he shot the deer and took it home to file away in his mother's freezer. (Input here into your visual that any church going woman over 60 who wasn't green before was now and the previous green ones were fanning themselves trying not to be sick. Bless their hearts! Lol)

 

Again, here came a pause and the lovely transition of, "And now for my last story about deer."

 

"When I was grown into a young man I took a small day hike alone to think and reflect on my life. At some point I entered a clearing at the same time as a magnificent deer did. We both stopped barely into the area our eyes locked. We stood this way for minutes. (The deer obviously not used to humans or she would have fled in terror) It was magnificent, beautiful and amazing. Forever will that moment be surged into my memory. I still remember how grateful I was for that rare moment. How much I appreciated it."

 

It was after this story that he concluded his ten minute rant on deer with the following paragraph.

 

"...And I liken those stories unto the Atonement. When we are children we sometimes do things that are wrong and we don't realize it, and yet, the atonement is there for us. Then we grow a little older, and sometimes do things that we DO know are wrong, and yet the Atonement is still there for us. Then we grow into mature adults and have enough self-control, will power and good desires that we can fully appreciate the atonement. We can stand in awe of it and take advantage of it allowing it to become a lasting impression upon our lives." (Suddenly the little old women stopped fanning themselves, turned a little bit back to their creamy color and listened with a soft smile.)

 

**Add disclaimer** Now, I am by NO means preaching to anyone, or trying to enforce my beliefs in any way! My soul intent on sharing these stories with you was because I was so impressed by them!! He was given this assignment, and instead of using common every day ideas and stories, he chose creative true stories from his life. This post was merely for your enjoyment. :0) Anyone who has attended church at any time, probably can appreciate the humor! **End disclaimer**

 

In my opinion, people will remember this lesson on Atonement longer than fifty others they've heard. (That would be my guess anyway.) I guess it goes to show you that sometimes the messenger IS as important as the message!!

 

I hope you found humor in this and enjoyed reading it!!!

 

~Salinye

[Salinye]

Gwaihir-An Acrostic

 

GAH! Pardon me!

Was that your toe I stepped on?

ACK! Did you have that bruise before?

I’m SO sorry! Two left feet you see.

HA! At least I didn’t take the table down with me…

I…think I spoke to soon. *pulls spaghetti off his head*

Really, it’s all part of my charm. *sheepish grin*

 

 

A few more. :0)

 

Guardian of the forests, he walks with nature’s kiss.

Young at heart and noble in mind-honor bound.

Roguish in charm yet ranger by trade,

Free he is, with his humor and quick wit

All within his circle of friends find trust.

Lover of nature, AoA chocolate and one elven lass

(Claims The Pen’s rumor mill)

Oppose him, and you’re likely to meet Redemptio.

Never betray him-You’ll have a friend for life.

 

Always

Yearning,

Searching,

Helping.

Everyone

Loves

Ayshela.

 

My thoughts are

In my song.

Reminding that

All around-is beauty.

 

Why not give me geld?

You want to give me geld?

Van full of geld would be good.

Everyone donate geld!

Really small pile of geld?

No? FINE!

 

Yesterday, the world was blessed with my birth.

Unparalleled talent I share with the world.

Inspiration is what I’m known for.

[Salinye]

Salinye-An Acrostic by Gyrfalcon

 

Silly and salacious!

Angry and blushing!

Laying about her with the Broom of Doom

In defense of her own name

No use her ranger, he's the one who tagged her so

Yet she laughs even as she swings

Enjoying their moments together.

 

Z is a hard letter to start a poem with

And a person like Zadown is hard to sum up!

Definitely a unique and wonderful person

Often bringing smiles to others when needed

While keeping his thoughts carefully guarded

No one knows him, unless he wishes them to.

 

(The next is AKA Tamaranis)

 

Truly a bastard, no feeling within

His heart. Days of emotion

Ended when the paladin died.

 

Truth be told, I can’t help but

Attempt a belief that deep inside

Many layers down, that good man,

Neglected, but ever in slumber is

Entwined within your soul

Destined to awaken once again.

[Salinye]

**This quick free write stemmed from coming back to the board and reading things I have written in the past. Each one stirs strong memory and longing to write. Sort of like the raindrops I speak of. You know how free writes are. They just sort of come out. For good or bad. They are what they are. For me the tree represents The Pen, the woman my muse and the rain drops past writings that I've dropped in on and read for the first time in a long while.**

 

 

My hand drags down the wet bark of a tree as I glance up into its majestic branches grateful for the few minutes that it was willing to bear my weight as I paused to breathe. Raindrops of remembrance and clarity dripped down from the branches running down my face like cold forgotten tears.

 

What am I looking for again?

 

Bringing my gaze back down I see a figure ahead shrouded in the mist created by the cold rain on the hot summer ground of what was. She seems to be beckoning me forward and despite my hesitation I cannot resist her allure.

 

I never could…

 

As I approach her I tilt my head to the side in wonderment and awe. You would think it would be her beauty and elegance that made my breath catch in my throat, but it was not. It was the fact that despite the downpour, she stood before me dry and untouched. My drenched and homely appearance was all the more noticeable in the shadow of her glory.

 

She represents passion and my mind sees the practical.

 

Without spoken word, she wraps her arms around me and until that moment I didn’t know how much my soul longed for her, ached for her. Within me a hungry recognition stirred. I closed my eyes in anguish as I realized I was among the forgotten. As if reading my thoughts, she whispered to me.

 

I have not forgotten you. You have forgotten me.

 

I tried to draw her closer to me, but before I could even open my eyes she was no longer entwined within my arms. She ran playfully away from me a smile in her eyes, her lovely locks blowing in a warm breeze I could not feel. It was the moment I realized that she was not something I could keep. She would be something I would always have to pursue.

 

At least I can feel the rain again.

Edited June 20, 2008 by Salinye

[Salinye]

This was from a Cliche creative writing exercise. :0)

 

(This was written silly and spur of the moment. *grins at Wyvern* I hope I didn't do you an injustice. OH, and I broke a rule, my saying IS in the story. blech can't even obey my own rules!!)

 

Kevin was quite impressed at all the beautiful baked goods that he saw through the shop window. hmmm perhaps we could buy our wedding cake here. He thought to himself as he pulled the glass entrance door open. A resounding "Bah-BING" rang through the small shop as he entered causing a rustle and shuffle to be heard from the unseen back store rooms. Kevin stood admiring a tall wall full of cakes when a scaly winged almost dragon appeared behind the counter.

 

"Hello, I see you are interested in my many WONDERFUL and equally fair priced cakes." Wyvern said to his newest vict—customer.

 

Kevin smiled. "Yes you do good work. I especially like this one." He said pointing to a three tier white cake edged with burgundy roses.

 

"Oh yes, yes. You have good taste, that is an especially fine one, which is why it's twice as expensive." The almost dragon said with a sly smile.

 

"Twice as expensive!!" The patron exclaimed. "What makes this cake so much finer than say, that one?" He asked pointing to another three tier cake equally as beautiful but edged in Blue.

 

Wyveryn looked to the second cake the man pointed out. "OH, that one is a different story altogether. THAT particular cake is triple the price of a normal cake." He stated matter of factly. "Really, a bargain if you ask me."

 

The man could not believe what he was hearing. "You know, you're not much of a salesman. Don't you have any cakes that are normal priced, or on sale?"

 

The almost dragon fluttered his wings at the word "sale" as cutting prices to please the patrons was deeply against his beliefs. Besides, he felt that the Triple the price WAS a sale! "Well, if you are looking for bargain cakes, you may wish to view the wall behind you." Turning the man looked at the array of cakes on the wall behind him seemingly identical to the ones on the wall before him.

 

"These cakes look exactly the same, why are they priced so much lower?" He asked flustered.

 

"Well, those cakes are rubber." Wyvern walked over to give one of the two tiered cakes a squeeze resulting in a loud "Squeak". "Although, the squeak costs extra." He informed the man.

 

Kevin ran an impatient hand through his hair trying to remain calm with the swindler before him. "Are THESE cakes made of rubber as well?" He asked pointing back to the original wall of cakes he was observing.

 

Wyvern scurried back to that wall. "Oh no no no, those cakes are quite edible." He said coughing a small puff of black smoke seeping from the corner of his toothy mouth.

 

The man looked a bit relieved. "Well okay, so I’m only interested in edible wedding cakes. What is your starting price." Wyvern's eyes lit up at the word price, one of his favorite words.

 

"Well, these FINE can't find anywhere else wedding cakes with luscious frosting, delectable filling and the softest spongy cake in town could be yours for only six hundred geld."

 

"WHAT? SIX HUNDRED GELD?" The man cried out exasperated.

 

"Per tier." Wyvern added nonchalantly.

 

"YOU, sir. Are INSANE!" The man proclaimed as he spun on his heels to leave the scheme of a cake shop he was in. "I guess it is true what they say, you can’t have your cake and eat it to."

 

Wyvern scurried behind the man calling out to him, "Oh yes you can, for the right amount of geld, of course."