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[Minya Collowen]

As The Angel Guards

May the light of your eyes shine through the night and illuminate the skies.
Might your angelic wings grace me with their radiance,
And your embrace fill my heart with joy.
But only your presence enlightens my soul.
Your kind words kindle the long forgotten fire in my heart.
Widespread arms, protecting as always, comforting,
From the cruelty of the world,
For as the angel guards, so shall I.
And that light that glistens in your eyes,
Ah! That light, it warms my heart.
May the strength I now bear,
The strength received from you,
May that strength be shared and my words be of comfort.
For as the angel guards, so shall I.
With those widespread arms,
Those widespread wings,
I will take you away and together we shall fly.
You take my part, and I will take yours.
Whenever the darkness of the world
Seems too great to fight alone,
I shall be here and take your part.
For as the angel guards, so shall I.
And when I have fallen, you take my hand
You raise me up, and hold me close.
So long as you take my part, I shall take yours.
For I do swear, that when the same darkness imprisons you,
I will give you the key, so long as you trust me,
For as the angel guards, so shall I.

[Minya Collowen]

a sonnet...

Last Summer Rose


For upon us winter’s hand doth settle.
All light hath faltered as darkness doth rise.
Drifting woefully is the last petal,
Of hope which hath long forgotten our cries,
Drifting disdainfully upon the earth,
Bound to a frigid dish of silver snow,
Consumed by the cold and deprived of mirth,
As the wind exhales with a fatal blow.
And this petal of the last summer rose,
Dwindles and dies as it becomes brittle.
No rose e’er blooms for only sorrow grows,
And through the night, hope it doth belittle.
Vision is blurred, no din is heard, I weep.
One last mournful plea as the sun doth sleep.

[Minya Collowen]

Fall


Now all of nature is barren,
The skies a cloudless grey,
That stretches far too wide ,
Beyond a sign of day.

The grass has lost its green,
And crawled back to its roots,
The trees have had their precious leaves,
Tortured, ripped and torn away.

No longer bright and festive,
Now charred with browns and blacks,
The leaves, they tumble to their grave,
Oblivious t’where they head.

What once was thriving and full of life,
Would soon be solely dead,
Nothing more and nothing less,
Than that of which they dread.

Scattered and crushed upon the earth,
Such brittle things, those leaves,
No warming glow, no homely hearth,
Of which to be received.

And so the dark consumes the light,
What first was day grows into night,
The sun becomes very ashamed,
Chooses to hide, itself to blame.


in case you haven't noticed...i'm not too fond of...cold

[Minya Collowen]

ok, to make things clear...this next poem is from one of my characters in my story..it's a monologue thing.

My Love


Lonely days, restless nights.
Many fears , growing frights!
My Love is gone; I have not slept.
For several months I cried, I wept!

How long must I carry this pain?!
Sorrow enough to go insane!
Will my true love ever return?!
For him my heart will always yearn!

I heard his voice as the wind blew.
His calming words of “I love you.”
I shut my eyes as hope seemed slim,
Had many thoughts. Some good, some grim.

So then I pray, I hope, I plea.
Will my Love come back to me?!
Love heals and hurts in such starnge fashions.
Numerous rushed feelings and passions!

Please God tell me, what must I do?
I give my faith, my life to you.
Will he come back? Lord please tell me!
Will the day come when I’m happy?

Haunted by his ghost it seems-
follows me in all my dreams!
Often my Love’s face I do see,
but I awake; A dream It’d be.

[Minya Collowen]

Anyone read Timeline by Michael Critchton? Yeah well this is a poem from the scene were he's jousting. It's kind of choppy but it's one of the styles i've adapted.

A Joust With Death


Tournament stands filled,
Railing crowded,
Ladies shouting.
Pages surrounded him,
Attempting to control his horse.
It bucked and reared.
He fumbled with a lance,
Shoved into his palm.
The horse was snorting,
Stomping,
Twisting,
Turning.
Chris stared,
Through the slit of his helmet,
Narrow.
Staring at a man,
A man mounted,
Calmly,
Seemingly unerved,
Experienced.
His opponent.
Chris’ horse bucked,
Turning in cirlces.
Trumpets sounded.
A Lord had taken his seat.
Scattered applause,
Trumpets blared.
His signal.
He rested the lance on the pommel.
The horse spun,
Trumpets.
Unable to see,
Tugging at reins,
Horse snapping its head up,
Down,
He charged.
Little chance of survival.

[Xyloe]

Minya!! My dear friend! Your poetry is awesome! Don't say it sucks anymore! I told you that you write beautiful poetry. Your imagery is superb and your style is as well. Keep writing and show them to me!! hehe.

[Minya Collowen]

*blush* thanks

[Calenfalathiel]

yup, and all of the ones here that she entered in lit mag made it

[SwordBound]

All except one

[.:Luthien:.]

close enough.... nice work Minya!

[Minya Collowen]

here's another work, but it's not a poem, just a letter..It's called "My Dearest Beloved"-----

My Dearest Beloved,

It has been almost over a year now, since I last saw your smile.  All the seasons have passed and even began repeating themselves.  I'm waiting for you though, always waiting, with my curtain pulled aside and my chair resting near it.  I've been waiting for an awful long time. You said you'd return to me Beloved.  You will return to me no?  Ah, but I know you will.  You were always one to keep your promises, that is, until you decided to go.  Do you remember that day Beloved?  I remember it well.  It was a fall mor- no no, winter, it was a winter afternoon, (I remember because I asked you to set the fireplace alight due to the chilling snowfall, do you recall?); anyways, a winter afternoon and I went to prepare your supper.  We didn't have much, but I managed to make you a nice warm cabbage soup.  I handed it to you slowly, warning you of its heat.  Ah, but you did not heed my words!  Like a prideful child you swept the bowl from my hands!  And as a child you yelped when your hands reddened.  Do you remember that night Beloved?  I remember it well.  Then night came as the sky blushed a deep crimson before it was completely devoured by the charcoal veil.  You called me over to your side, and I obliged.  Nestled closely to your side, you clung to me tightly, as if fearful of losing me that very moment.  (I found this very puzzling but of no importance nor need of questioning).  Ah, your embrace, though you bound me harshly with your arms,  I could feel no greater bliss.  My eyelids grew lazy as the blazing fire died into insignificant embers.  My breath grew cold and heavy, but you kept me warm.  Yes, you kept me warm and protected as always.  I wanted to stay awake, to lay in your arms forever, but sleep was too great an enemy to overcome.  Soon it overtook me and I had no choice but to give in.  Some time passed, I'm not sure how much, perhaps you might know?  Well, some time passed when I remember feeling a painfully cold stab go through my heart.  Startled, I awoke and found myself in quite another room, but there was no sign of you anywhere.  Beloved,  I searched for you near and far: in the bedroom, the kitchen, the stable out back, even miles away at the Misses house, (I knew how you liked to visit her often), but you were no where to be found.  I tried remembering if you had said anything before I was enraptured by sleep, but all I could recall were the words 'sleep my love, for I will see you again'.  I figured that meant you were off on some business, like you often were, and that you would be back within the usual week or so.  I didn't trouble to worry myself Beloved, but it has been over a year and still, I have not found nor heard any sign of you.  Now I leave you this letter, in-case you return Beloved, I leave you this letter so that you will know that I have been waiting ceaselessly for your return, and that I always will.  

Loving you eternally,

Your wife, Linore.

P.S.  I cleansed your bloodied knife which you so carelessly chose to leave at my side.  Ah love, did you truly think I wouldn't find out?  Don't worry, the Misses will be with you come next winter.  Beloved, we could have been happy, but you made your tragic choice.  That's all right, for I will always wait for you at my window-side.

[Kamiri (Ianthe)]

I like it!! It's deep.... my brilliant word which can be applied to anything... anyway..

I don't really understand the significance of the knife. I think it's supposed to be the reason he's not there anymore, right? But I'm not sure if it's because he killed himself... then hid the body somehow or someone murdered him... or he killed her, and she's a ghost but doesn't realise it... As you can see, my imagination often works overtime

Thanks for a great read!!

[Minya Collowen]

haha, yes everyone comes up with different interpretations. Here's the truth: the woman is in love with a man, who is cheating on her with the "misses" (in other words...his mistress). Linore finds this out, and goes insane. She kills her husband, with the knife, then wakes up the next day without remembering anything. Now she's completely insane and waits for her husband to return to her, by the window, everyday. She has no idea she killed him.

[Kamiri (Ianthe)]

Ooh. nice... I like it

[Minya Collowen]

Thank you