Miscellaneous
poems by Quicksylver
i put these in here cause there weren't enough
of any catergory to warrant a separate page
so i bunched them for your convenience and mine.
Enjoy!
Pheonix Rising
total destruction
everything lay flat
burnt stumps
of gutted buildings stood like monks
silent and sombre
a pile of ashes
smoldering and glowing embers
are all that's left
of the once magnificence
once golden and supreme
as we watched and wandered
tears washing our sooty faces
we heard an ear peircing shriek
mournful and filled with anger
it called to us, we follwed
then we were enlightened first hand reincarnation
born of fire and fury
it rose like ths sun
wing of gold and might
blinding light, searing heat
dried our tears and rekindled our hope
pushing on air, it rose
never to be seen again
never again will despair
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Outcast
to be an outcast
to live out side of society
is okay
i kind of like it here
to sit and watch as
the stream of society rushes by
babbling forever
never a still moment
i like to sit by myslef
and watch the blur of the in crowd
as they flow by
always cool
i like to put my feet in the
water, clear as glass
and watch as it has no effect on the current
as some one said
life is too fast and
if you don't sit back
your going to miss it
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Corruption
i have no face
i am nameless
i am a body of darkness
that cannot be detected
i curl my knarled vines
around the hearts of honest men
and choke out the innocence
that made them fathers, husbands,sons
i have dominion over all
no one is safe from me
from babes in playpens
to of men of experience
i enter the mind through temptation
and darken the soul
my host becomes polluted
with unholy thoughts
i am unexpected
i ruin lives and sadden hearts
i am never ending
eternal
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Protestor Defiant
protestor defiant
rebel with a cause
un happy eith treatment
which comes from above
crusading for justice
fighting for right
against gov't beaurocracy
against middlemen and tyrants
protestor defiant
driven by anger
determination unending
until negotiations begin
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From summer to school
summer is over
red and yellow leaves
signals the end of fun
and the beginning of school
the caretaker oils the old bell
walls are paited, desks repaired
blackboards cleared
their ebony faces blank
boxes of chalk, piled high
in the store room
apprehension cackles through
the long empty halls
the day has come
starch white shirts
polished buttons shine
dark trousers to the ankle
they all set out
dragging each foot along
reluctance is the anchor
whish slows ships sailing
soon the rooms are filled
youngsters settled
slates clean and ready
for the first day's classes
**this is englished based- my country does not experince autumn but we do have school uniforms.
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Time is of the Essence
time is of the essence
said the father to his son
it's not long before the laces
of reality become undone
love every living moment
don't let any of it go to waste
be aware of every minute
don't lose any in your haste
you love you laugh you live you learn
something new everyday
everyything's a new exeperience
to help you fond your way
the idle beast is waiting
gobbling up every drop
of time you carelessly throw away
of time you unkowingly give up
time is of the essence
said the father to his child
it's not long before the strings of time
become twisted and wild
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Aye Shalan Aye
shalan abanya
is my name, remember it
you shall knw why
when fate tells you
born of the earth
i wander far and wide
with destiny, the wind
always at my back
nature is my mother
the dry wind my father, he touches
my face, whistles my name
as i sleep under the stars
the past is forgotten
the future unknown
but soon you shall know me for i be
shalan abanya
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Woman
woman you are
the light of the world
many things to man
a candle
a mother
to give life is a gift
to make life from love
the love inside
caring, giving of your self
to support your child
protection you give
and comfort
a wife
the better half of the whole
a person to confide in
a wise genius
a lover
to give yourself yet selfish
to feel love yourself
and share it with your man
a woman, complex
beautiful, intriguing
mighty, calm, peaceful
you are woman
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Brief candle
brief candle
temporary light which
i can see the way
little helper
shadowchaser
your heart so minute
shines like the sun's very core
youer heart so intense
unsung hero
your little wax frame
with spine of string, giving
you very being to light this world
brief candle
light in my life
so selfless, so giving
i am in debt forever
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African Man
african man
strong, black, free
on the brown sands
of your birth you hunt
geat warrior, true
lover to your chosen
loyalty undeniable
you are true man
brave father, you know
what is right and best
teach them the way
wisdom is yours to share
your blood is pure
shed with tears for your homeland
now it embraces your heart
forever to sing your name in song
** i worte this after a history test in school. west indian history about slavery of africans to work on the sugar plantations.
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The hills of Nor
far over the hills
the hills of legend and lore
over the hills of magic
beyond the hills of nor
crowned with clouds of veltet mist
as seen from far away shore
draped with purple robes of sunset
the majestic hills of nor
the stuff of dreams and fairy tales
of knights and dragon's roar
that chills the heart of many
on the omnious hills of nor
that night we pledged our love again
to last forever more
on the great big old oak
at the foot of the hills of nor
and now memories flood back
and move me to the core
of once my home. my secret place
my beautiful hills of nor
**my fav, my fav**
Noise
a din, a sound you make
a mark to spoil your quiet
to ring your ears no matter how
you try hard to deny it
it's here, there, everywhere
at home and at your school
teachers talking to the class
children playing the fool
it's a special kind of pollution
one you cannot see
but it's there, hanging all around
made by you and me
noise, a blessing and a curse
that we can choose not to endever
and though we like it or not
will be with us forever
Love
Angst
Just plain weird
Death
Local flavour
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