Dedicated to a very lovely and dear friend of mine whom I love and cherish very much.She is someone that shall remain close to my heart for all of my days and hopefully beyond.I am truly honored to have her in my life.Sadly distance keeps me from her however hope springs eternal and life has taught me to never say "never".Godspeed!Steven

The flowers are so colorful!

(((Ouizee)))I'm glad that you like the pic. and I'm very pleased to meet you btw.Godspeed!CyPoet

Oh!(((Sherrie)))spoken with a French accent:)

And now my charms are all o'erthrown
And what strength I have's mine own
Which is most faint; now t'is true
I must be here confined by you

But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer

Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults
As you from your crimes would pardon'd be
Let your indulgence set me free.

The Tempest:1914 Act 4 W.Shakespeare
Godspeed!CyPoet

A journey is a never ending road.A discovery that there is so much more to hold us together than to tear us apart.These are the dreams we hold in the palm of our hand.Godspeed!CyPoet

I can see lights in the distance trembling in the dark cloak of night.
Candles and lanterns are dancing,dancing a waltz on All Souls Night.Godspeed!CyPoet

~Death of a King's Poet~

My honest stroke falls upon primitive wood
Reigns have changed while the axeman stood
Battles were waged from fortresses of stone
My candle as companionship while I sit alone
Knights in armor survived by mighty sword
A quest for supremacy for their mighty Lord
Anxiously,I pace about on my creaking floor
Many screams of death pass beneath my door
Flesh has so little value once said by a jest
Fell by minds of tyranny so boldly to confess
The roar of the trumpets,let the games begin
Merely entertainment,there's no wage of sin
A gleeful crowd roared as blood freely shed
No tally required for the insignificant dead
Shadowed by my sorrow my tears mixed in ink
Poisoned hearts jubilant with a chaliced drink
Thy heart has grown so weary from their lies
Even a strength of mortar carries their cries
Within a dreadful kingdom lies such little hope
Merely a servant of words by a hangman's rope
My dawn of change lies safe within my head
By slip of tongue,I would accompany their dead
I'm a trifle bit frightened of their gallows bay
No utterance of words though my heart did pray
A chant of cowardice within some ruthless game
Saving of innocent life doesn't harbor shame
Profound arrogance sitting upon a gilded throne
As lions feed greedily on muscle,sinew and bones
Here lies my Testament hidden beneath the floor
Death has arrived as they batter down my door
My hopes of a civil society beyond power and lust
One day perhaps righteous laws that Man will trust

Copyright CyPoet 2/17/09
Love,Steven

O light the candle, John
The daylight has almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass

Sit here by my side
For the night is very long
There's something I must tell
Before I pass along

I joined the brotherhood
My books were all to me
I scribed the words of God
And much of history

Many a year was I
Perched out upon the sea
The waves would wash my tears,
The wind, my memory

I'd hear the ocean breathe
Exhale upon the shore
I knew the tempest's blood
Its wrath I would endure

And so the years went by
Within my rocky cell
With only a mouse or bird
My friend; I loved them well

And so it came to pass
I'd come here to Romani
And many a year it took
Till I arrived here with thee

On dusty roads I walked
And over mountains high
Through rivers running deep
Beneath the endless sky

Beneath these jasmine flowers
Amidst these cypress trees
I give you now my books
And all their mysteries

Now take the hourglass
And turn it on its head
For when the sands are still
'Tis then you'll find me dead

O light the candle, John
The daylight is almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass

Lorenna McKennitt
Godspeed!CyPoet (((Sherrie)))

Beauty abounds, art is everywhere!!...Love this thread ((((Cy))))

G'morn(((Leigh)))I am greatly delighted to hear them words from you my friend.Your kindness and gentle spirit truly encourages me to continue forward upon my quest.I believe that my course is correct so I shall delve deeply into various art,cherished writers,musicians and sprinkled along the way with my writes after editing & polishing of course.he-he:)p.s.Thx!again my dear friend;)
Love & Godspeed!CyPoet

The world needs more men like you¸¸.·¨¯`·☆

(((Leigh)))I am greatly humbled by your kind words of praise & encouragement.I am truly blessed indeed to have your loving and kindred spirit within this thread and our sacred Poetry Forum.I am deeply appreciative my dear friend forever and a day.
Love & Godspeed!Steven aka CyPoet

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Lord Byron
Godspeed!CyPoet

For this I know, it was not so long ago I met a captivating butterfly.
On its journey by and by perched this butterfly on my windowsill.
Beautiful the butterfly to my eye brought a tear I dry.
Every waking moment I tried to spend with my friend the butterfly for which I had fallen.
Godspeed!Steven (((Sherrie)))

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.

Lord Byron
Godspeed!CyPoet (((Sherrie)))

By the margin of the ocean,
One pleasant evening in the month of June,
The charming-singing blackbird
His cheerful notes did sweetly tune.
Was there I spied a woman
All overpowered by grief and woe,
Conversing with young Bonaparte
Concerning the bonny bunch of roses-O

And then up and spoke the young Napoleon
As he took hold of his mother's hand,
Mother dear, be patient
Saying for soon it's I will take command.
I'll raise a terrible army
And through tremendous danger go.
And in spite of all of the universe
I'll conquer the bonny bunch of roses-O."

"And when the first you saw the Great Bonaparte,
You fell low on your bended knee
And you begged your father's life of him
And he granted it right manfully.
And then he took an army
And o'er the frozen alps did go;
He said, "I'll conquer Moscow
And come back for the bonny bunch of roses-O."

He's took five hundred thousand fighting men
And kings likewise for to join his throng.
He was so well provided for
Enough to sweep the whole world alone.
But when he came to Moscow
He was o'erpowered by driving snow
And Moscow was a-blazing,
He lost the bonny bunch of roses-O."

So son, don't speak so venturesome,
For England she has a heart of oak,
And England, Ireland, Scotland,
Their unity has never been broke.
And now think on, your father
In St Helena, his body it lies low,
And you may follow after,
So beware of the bonny bunch of roses-O."

June Tabor
Godspeed!CyPoet(((Sherrie)))

She was an aged woman; and the years
Which she had numbered on her toilsome way
Had bowed her natural powers to decay.
She was an aged woman; yet the ray
Which faintly glimmered through her starting tears,
Pressed into light by silent misery,
Hath soul's imperishable energy.
She was a cripple, and incapable
To add one mite to gold-fed luxury:
And therefore did her spirit dimly feel
That poverty, the crime of tainting stain,
Would merge her in its depths, never to rise again.

II.
One only son's love had supported her.
She long had struggled with infirmity,
Lingering to human life-scenes; for to die,
When fate has spared to rend some mental tie,
Would many wish, and surely fewer dare.
But, when the tyrant's bloodhounds forced the child
For his cursed power unhallowed arms to wield--
Bend to another's will--become a thing
More senseless than the sword of battlefield--
Then did she feel keen sorrow's keenest sting;
And many years had passed ere comfort they would bring.

III.
For seven years did this poor woman live
In unparticipated solitude.
Thou mightst have seen her in the forest rude
Picking the scattered remnants of its wood.
If human, thou mightst then have learned to grieve.
The gleanings of precarious charity
Her scantiness of food did scarce supply.
The proofs of an unspeaking sorrow dwelt
Within her ghastly hollowness of eye:
Each arrow of the season's change she felt.
Yet still she groans, ere yet her race were run,
One only hope: it was—once more to see her son.

IV.
It was an eve of June, when every star
Spoke peace from Heaven to those on earth that live.
She rested on the moor. 'Twas such an eve
When first her soul began indeed to grieve:
Then he was here; now he is very far.
The sweetness of the balmy evening
A sorrow o'er her aged soul did fling,
Yet not devoid of rapture’s mingled tear:
A balm was in the poison of the sting.
This aged sufferer for many a year
Had never felt such comfort. She suppressed
A sigh--and turning round, clasped William to her breast!

V.
And, though his form was wasted by the woe
Which tyrants on their victims love to wreak,
Though his sunk eyeballs and his faded cheek
Of slavery's violence and scorn did speak,
Yet did the aged woman's bosom glow.
The vital fire seemed re-illumed within
By this sweet unexpected welcoming.
Oh, consummation of the fondest hope
That ever soared on Fancy's wildest wing!
Oh, tenderness that foundst so sweet a scope!
Prince who dost pride thee on thy mighty sway,
When THOU canst feel such love, thou shalt be great as they!

VI.
Her son, compelled, the country's foes had fought,
Had bled in battle; and the stern control
Which ruled his sinews and coerced his soul
Utterly poisoned life's unmingled bowl,
And unsubduable evils on him brought.
He was the shadow of the lusty child
Who, when the time of summer season smiled,
Did earn for her a meal of honesty,
And with affectionate discourse beguiled
The keen attacks of pain and poverty;
Till Power, as envying her this only joy,
From her maternal bosom tore the unhappy boy.

VII.
And now cold charity's unwelcome dole
Was insufficient to support the pair;
And they would perish rather than would bear
The law's stern slavery, and the insolent stare
With which law loves to rend the poor man's soul
The bitter scorn, the spirit-sinking noise
Of heartless mirth which women, men, and boys
Wake in this scene of legal misery.

Percy Shelley~A Tale Of Society 1811
Godspeed!CyPoet(((Sherrie)))

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Browning~How Do I Love Thee?
Godspeed!Steven(((Sherrie)))

Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.

All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.

Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.

Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.

Peace, Peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life's buried here,
Heap earth upon it.

Oscar Wilde~Requiescat
Godspeed!Steven(((Sherrie)))