Silence: A Respite

I could tell you stories of power
When we quested for Glory and Gold
The battles for virtue and honor
Ideals we tried to hold
Now the land has gone quiet
The Dragon no longer roars
We battle to live our lives daily
Dreaming of what we once were
It takes time to recover from sorrow
And pleasure to cure you from pain
When we continue on with our story
Remember our favor and fame

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Vows

Vows

We all need love

We live by Honor

We strive to obey

But we struggle to obey

We fail because we love

It stains our honor

How can we understand honor?

When we only try to obey?

The struggle comes from trying to love

Because with Love, we choose to honor and obey

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Hollow Rings

Hollow Rings

Inspired by The Hollow Crowns Trilogy.  All those loveless marriages before Henry the VII “invented” divorce.  The Kings may have gotten some side “something-something” but the women would have been watched oh so carefully.  Sucks.  Queen Anne may have lost her head but it created a great stride in saving people who are in bad marriages.  As Shakespeare said, “Many a good hangings prevents a bad marriage.”

The Autumn leaves begin to fall now

The time has come for honor’d vow

As on her head you place the crown

Think on what you have cast down

Time will past in measured stride

Will thirst no longer be denied?

A hunger for the missing link

If only you had time to think

But honor must ‘fore pleasure come

Hail the day with wine and rum

Later, regret on stilted wings

Will be borne down on silv’red rings

Naught to do but hold heads high

Live together alone until you die

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Purgatory

She wears him like a badge

An honor to be boasted

A feather in her crown

For a queen she surely is

Never a hair out of place

Or a word that is misspoken

She never does anything

To make a person frown

I can’t find fault with her

And trust me I’ve been looking

I understand her pain

He’s always on my mind

But who can compete

With runway gods and models

I’ll have to look for love

Down here in purgatory

Us sinners in the real world

Must keep among ourselves

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The Perfect First Date

I think the perfect first date would be at least four days snowed in at a snow chalet with some good books, a deck of cards, an instrument, some wine and no sex.  Hear me out.  You would either love each other madly or want to kill each other.  The scientific community has conducted experiments that have shown three days is the amount of time the brain requires to adapt.  The no sex is because sex is irrelevant to a good relationship.  The books and cards I think are self explanatory.  The wine, well, in vino veritas.  The guitar is because I believe music makes the world go round.  If your taste in music does not mesh you can not live together.  I picked a snow chalet because if you don't have the option of leaving you have to stay and work it out.  Also even if you don't have sex, you can still cuddle to stay warm.  However, my form of romance and patience are outmoded.  Valor and Honor have gone the way of rotary phones and the VHS.  Still someone has to have hope and it makes my writing have a little more oomph behind it.  Look at Emily Dickinson.