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2/28/2019 13:08:32   
  Master Samak
Steward Leprechaun

Sir Henry

List here the charge, I bid to thee:
(A moment, breath, aloft, decree:)

Come run, come play, come come and see
the virtues of Sir Hen'ry!

Behold these marvels where he stand:
his twink'ling eye, his tick'ling hand!

No finer soul across the land
than him with spirits fine and free!

Among the green be happy he!
where air is fair and carefree be!

Oh, even 'mongst us coarser hearts,
he free and wisely Life imparts.

< Message edited by Master Samak -- 12/25/2020 22:06:18 >
AQ DF  Post #: 26
11/29/2019 16:40:55   
  Master Samak
Steward Leprechaun

A self-imposed challenge: to write in iambic pentameter (10 syllables, 5 counts of 1 unstressed/1 stressed) AND have the 4th and 10th syllables rhyme AND have each 2 lines rhyme together. The following verse is what was created. Enjoy!
(Comment HERE)

A Northern Knight

If I could fly, the speed of birds up high
upon me, why, so soon the winds should try
to heed my call: "O gentle zephyrs, all —
to me! to thrall! Come, raise my feet to fall
away from street where men take lumb'ring beat.
Let's quickly meet and do as I entreat:
Let's take a free way known to none but thee."

And, so to see they feel my cause, in plea
to them I'll say, "I seek the swiftest way,
for out, away, far in the west, there lay
an isle where the breeze is passing fair,
where trees do bear their leaves throughout the year;

and on this isle, a-dwelling yet awhile?
What makes me smile — when he does smile! — O! My Heart's Beguile!
which daily grows — sweet trav’ler of the Lavand Rose!

A caring will do not oppose!
First, go and see oh how he goes:

His smile is like a coming morn;
he's noble, native island-born;
rare symbols 'cross his frame adorn
such life within his eyes. — Be sworn!

If when you find him, well or no, in kind
with kindness, mind that you do look behind
to me afar. Remember where you are,
and 'neath the stars, then, swift thy ways unbar
for me to go, to brave or ice or snow
or desert blow the ways high held in tow
by thee in might. Just, let me come by night —
some star-lit kite — my love for to alight
upon and stare, thy moving presence there
uplifting where we’ll 'brace in open air.

This done, I'd lend from thee one final bend
in Time: to mend a wounded pride, I'd send
thee off with love and thanks. 'Go soar above!
Be freed thereof from foolish Cupid's gloves
around thee fast. All airy sprites en masse
would not surpass the 'pressive pow'r thou hast
to right a wrong, to prove thy heart most strong:
to bear a longing soul t'where it belongs.'"

If I could fly, O birds up in the sky,
then ‘haps my wending words would find their end.

< Message edited by Master Samak -- 12/6/2019 21:42:46 >
AQ DF  Post #: 27
12/10/2020 15:11:39   
  Master Samak
Steward Leprechaun

To Slumber

Each night when I am not with you,
alone in bed without relief,
my mind, it clouds, my worries brew,
my voice, it climbs in anxious grief.

My hand for reassuring touch
of living warmth, security,
is drawn to what I love so much
and feigns to hold my love to me.

If mem'ry can but stay awhile
and comfort-like be loving near,
I'll oft forget my own exile
and, dreaming, think my heart is here.
AQ DF  Post #: 28
3/7/2021 13:31:25   
  Master Samak
Steward Leprechaun

A quick little poem to celebrate and venerate a lovely friend on her birthday!
Birthday Girl

As I do travel far and wide
in search to find a lady fair,
my quest upon one term does ride:
"If [name redacted] be simply there."

Be careful, all who walk this Earth
and spend the time as mortals well:
Your deeds are dust before her worth!
A goddess does among us dwell.

For how else can one comprehend
her ringing voice, her moving sigh,
but as one blessed to have no end
and live carefree, while we must die.

So, if you come upon this lass
and Grace does gift a moment's time,
may burdens like the sunshine pass
and may you think upon this rhyme.

O heed thee well, this lady fair,
and thank each day upon her birth:
Remember such a gift is there,
and we are naught without her worth.

< Message edited by Master Samak -- 3/17/2021 16:10:33 >
AQ DF  Post #: 29
7/24/2022 22:25:38   
  Master Samak
Steward Leprechaun


To take to task the trying time
of nursing verse and forging rhyme:
'tis such a monumental crime
to bear the yawning distance, mine,
betwixt my heart and words aligned.

What count of seasons blowing by,
or moonlit dreams of hints and sighs,
what leaves of paper, ink undried,
must wave their ways beneath the skies
afore my love can hear my cries?

If Fate could stand us in good stead
to rest awhile our weary heads
beside another in our bed
then words would have no need be said
and hearts t'would be t'each other led.
AQ DF  Post #: 30
7/24/2022 22:48:06   
  Master Samak
Steward Leprechaun

Ode to the hidden valley

I wish that I could breathe in this place
and remember the smell of the valley in Spring,

stare back at the stars, crisp in clear air,
bask in the warmth of the friendly street-lamps
guarding my walks down empty night roads,

roam through the country with its little rivers,
admire the clouds gathered low on the hills,
like gods condescending a visit to sacred peaks,

but my mind starts to race, and my ears ring,

and as we all feel some need to urge forward,
I wonder if I will remember this beautiful place.

< Message edited by Master Samak -- 7/24/2022 22:51:11 >
AQ DF  Post #: 31
7/24/2022 22:50:10   
  Master Samak
Steward Leprechaun

Mother's Day

My mother is a yellow rose,
a hardy flow'r, warm in hue:
She thrives in sun that, beaming, grows
across a big ol' country view.

She's like no other mom I know,
nor like what any else have known.
Mom's forged her path, with Love in tow—
a force of nature all her own.

For, in her wake what has she sown,
as years have come (and years will go);
What reaping bounties set the tone
on this, our day to mothers show?

Well, first is simply ruling-class
and easy to apply as balm:
"No day shall ever, ever pass
when I won't truly love my mom."

The rest are blooms of different kinds
and wide in range of shape and roots,
yet with each one my heart reminds
me why I love mom's attributes.

My mom is where I go to talk
and ease the weights upon my soul.
The pow'r of going on a walk
with mom can lift me from my hole.

I'm grateful that I love to learn
and read and write and sing and play.
My mother's gifts from every turn
improve how I've turned out this way.

But admiration most of all
which to my mom I most revere
is that what still eludes my call,
the things I see as most sincere.

I love my mom. To be like her
is a road I'm still discerning;
I'm glad I'm still an amateur,
with more lessons to be learning.

This Mother's Day I think and smile,
aspiring on to honor you:
To work as hard, and all the while
vigor and vim to others, too.

I don't know how you do it well,
but glad am I to be outdone.
So through this shaky poem's tell:
Happy Mother's Day from your son.
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