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Life is a Game of Chess

The battle’s ready to be joined. A fine day for a fight! Our soldiers are attired in black, while theirs are all in white. Through steel visors, past our shields, we gaze upon our foe. In ranks we await orders. The time passes, crawling slow. Above us race the clouds, like battle-flags, to grace the morn. The pinking sky darkens to blue. It soon will be the dawn! We don’t advance – not yet.…

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Hidden Gold

Large gleaming hoards of elvish gold – That feed the dreams of men untold! For years the kings of earth were fair High elvish lords in Midgard where Their lays were sung, their battles fought Against the Dark. Their magics wrought. They spoke. They walked. They lived. They died. Yet ever did their hoard abide. Their children were fair as the May. Alas! The elves have passed away! Their weird did…

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Truth Telling

Are you hated for Truth-telling? Are you loved for speaking lies? They’re both options: which do you prefer? I guess it’s no surprise The world around keeps spinning lies for everyone to hear To eke out their delusions for another hackneyed year. I spoke the Truth. I didn’t think it would cost quite as much As what it did: when ties of kin and marriage at Truth’s touch Crumbled away like ashes…

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I am Amused

I am amused. Therefore I am. This motto is for modern man. Descartes used to think. But we Are trapped in our modernity. Don’t give me books – too many words! ‘Twould make me think! That’s just for nerds! But movies – yes. And music too. Just feelings. If it feels good – do. For if I think, if I reflect I’d have to remedy defect And face up to my problems too. Avoidance is far better. True? For…

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Joseph of Arimathea

The Roman procurator’s face was drawn As though a deep and heavy load he’d born Which weighed his conscience down. It could not be He cared for Jews? Civilian butcher, he! Yet I confess the thought took by surprise Myself when looking straight into his eyes. He appeared haggard. What – an innocent Weighs on his conscience? Is this what it meant? A man who’s done no wrong condemned to death While…

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When all Things are put Right

I see a day, a future day – a day beyond my sight. A glorious day, a sought-for day – when things are all put right. A day when wrongs on earth once done – those wrongs are put aside. When evil deeds and thoughts are drowned in Goodness’ rising tide! There is a day, a future day, a day without base blight. A hoped for day, a latter day, when things are all put right. Unfinished deeds, and…

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Sea of Glass

I saw a vision of the world, and what would come to pass I saw a throne, a mighty throne: upon a sea of glass. A throne that judges, one that sees the thought of every man, And foreknew every deed and word – before the world began. I saw a vision of the world, and what would come to be I saw a throne, a mighty throne: upon a crystal sea. A throne of mercy to the heart humility has learned. A…

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Out of Time

I think I was born out of time. My birth it should have been When dragons flew. When giants slew. When knights served King and Queen. In olden times, I’d be a prince. Or mage. Or anchorite. I’d tread the sand Of holy land. Make derring-do in fight. When miracles were commonplace. When fairies woke to walk By night. By day. With dryads play. When animals could talk. When life was all a fairy-tale.…

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Honoured Mâtre

The Honored Mâtre stood silent and stared At all that she surveyed. The one who dared Match strength or wits with her – that one would die! Nothing would stop the reckless few who’d try To take her place. Let come whatever may – She would ensure her subjects would obey In the meantime her every wish and whim. She pondered with a thoughtful visage grim Her latest problem: where her enemies Had…

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Black Death

The man crawled on. Almost bereft of life. He’d lost – poor soul – his child and his wife To this creeping pandemic, the Black Death That even now sapped at his strength. His breath Smelt foul. His sight was bleary. When his crawl Took him up to the base of a stone wall He paused, exhausted, and collapsed to wait Until, revived, he could crawl through the gate. The gate was open. Long time past…

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Anti-Friends Duo

My anti-friend, with anti-love, gave me an anti-smile Of anti-care, anti-concern. And in a little while They moved onwards to someone else. I saw their anti-care Was given automatically. As if I wasn’t there. To them – I wasn’t there at all. They’d greet my anti-self Pretending it was really me. They didn’t want myself. They played life like a masquerade. A pretense, with me seeming OK. To me –…

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The Bottomless Pit - v3

There is a Pit whose bottomless Dark depths cannot be plumbed. ConfessThe limitations of mankind -The mortal bounds of human mindThat cannot guess, that cannot thinkNor understand, whose powers shrink,That cannot comprehend this thing:A black shaft fathomless, havingNo end, and with black darkness filledForever. Lightless. Empty. Chilled.A prison kept for Judgement DayTo lock angels who fell…

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The Bottomless Pit - v2

The endless shaft goes down and downContaining naught but darkness woundAround itself. Bottomless namedThis pit, which vicious pests containedFor aeons till an angel’s keyUnlocked the grievous mysteryAnd smoke arose to blot the sky,Darken the sun and air wherebyBesides the smoke, up from the PitCame locusts streaming out of itTo torment those who lack God’s sealWith scorpion-stings. The people…

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Life's a Sleep

Life’s a sleep from which we wake One day to die. A grave mistake Is to insist that life on earth Is all there is. No second birth To wake our spirit from our dreams By dying – waking up from gleams Of dim perceptions into Truth With no regrets. Nor griefs. Nor ruth. For if by dying I should live What fool demands what life can’t give? Life’s dream which slowly, surely dies Begets us more than we…

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The Bottomless Pit - v1

The Bottomless PitWhat is it?An endless holeWhere darkness stoleTo hide its headWhere it is saidJudgement will comeWith trump and drumOn the Last DayWhen angels sayThe dragon castIs chained at lastOnce more to riseInto Earth’s skiesTo war on thoseThat Yahweh choseTo be His ownWho now are shownDeliveranceWhich the Lord grantsTo slay MagogDragon and GogConsumed with fireOn their own pyreIn crimson…

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Cannae

Hannibal’s Victory at Cannae The mounds of dead covered Apulia’s plain And Cannae was surrounded with the slain.Cohorts of Romans dead – killed as they standEncircled by the allies I command:Gauls, Libyans, and Hispanians, troops of horseNumidian, Celts, Iberians, and of courseBalearic slingers, many an elephantFor breaking up the Roman lines when pent,Unable to maneuver, or break outOf my steel…

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Reality Strikes - Duo

Ouch! That hurt! I feel the crack Of hard reality attack The comfy bubble of my dreams – Of hopes and future plans – which seems To buckle slowly, and begin To shatter, wholly giving in To a large sledgehammer of force. It is Reality, of course, Coming to destroy, break and shatter All that things I once thought matter: Till Reality came nigh To smash my dreams and see them die.