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Post by wolf on Mar 7, 2021 5:59:33 GMT
This is an illustration I did for fun quite a while back.
I always thought about writing a few lines to go with it.
Here's what I decided to do with it all....
For Lewis Carroll
“Alice The Right in all Muchness"
Alice the true Heart,
she wears her heart
on her armored sleeve.
The Queen of Battle.
There be the Club
upon her shield.
Every word uttered,
from her noble throat.
Diamonds of Truth.
Her sword….
It deals death and change.
Hence the Ace of Spades,
emblazoned there.
- Wolf
(Here's something you might like a little bit, lil Sis.🙂 {{{{ Dizzy }}}})
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Post by Dizzy on Mar 7, 2021 17:13:54 GMT
wolf You do some Amazing Poems an Illustrations sis iwas just Looking back through some of the older ones too an they are Really Cool. One of these days if I get Enough Free Times iwill have to Add to this Thread My Self  Its a great thread. olfEOEbpO0rxuamBULVg
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Post by wolf on Mar 7, 2021 17:19:21 GMT
wolf You do some Amazing Poems an Illustrations sis iwas just Looking back through some of the older ones too an they are Really Cool. One of these days if I get Enough Free Times iwill have to Add to this Thread My Self Its a great thread. 
Thank you! 🙂
I would love to read your poetry,
been hoping you might come and post here!
And I would be thrilled to see your artwork too, Diz! 😊
Wishing you to find free time to do that. olfEOEbpO0rxuamBULVg |
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Post by wolf on Mar 27, 2021 22:53:16 GMT
"The Valkyrie on the Balcony" .....this one is still in the dreaming up stages.
...but the title was presented to me in a dream,
like a challenge. And everyone knows,
I can't resist a challenge like that! 😊
And like always..... if I write the title down,
then I will get to work on it that much quicker.
Might be done not too long after the holidays.
We'll see.😉
The Loner.
He watches faithfully.
Ever thinking…..
The Valkyrie on the balcony.
Does she ever see me?
Watching her so carefully.
With thoughtful will I speak.
It is my way.
Can she hear my eyes…..
…my mind and longing bones,
To me, her heart’s ears harken?
Me….her mind’s eyes search for,
And dream of?
Does she know,
how The Her,
deep in my soul,
I beckon to
and draw out?
Am I the man
The One…
She’ll whisper to, “…you can, yes”….?
Am I the one?
Who will make her undone,
And come out into the sun,
From under the night,
And whisper to, “…it’s finished”.
The Valkyrie on the balcony.
Ruling over the pool’s blue light
Serenely rippling below.
What she mourns I’m not certain,
(that She…a moody rainbow in the dark)
But I see the things that help her endure.
“….come out…”
I call in my willful ways,
“…. Swim again tonight,
I love to watch,
In these dim shadows mine”…
I think..... pleading.
As I watch…. and for Her I pray.
Water trusted and pure.
Window scrying pool,
Into deep secrets eyeing.
Beauty’s sad allure achingly sweet….
I watch and endure also.
Patiently I hope and wait,
For Her.
Can she hear me?
Can she see and feel it?
My Heart burns bright,
exquisitely pained…
and softly weeping,
for the the Valkyrie on the balcony.
That I spy upon so adoringly
….. and protectively.
Her name was Valerie,
While His was Wiley.
She watched too,
Sadly.
Listening with all she had.
Patiently waiting for Him
To come out into the light…
(A moody rainbow in the dark…that He.)
- Wolf
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2021 1:56:39 GMT
Very good wolf. You kept saying this was coming. Well worth the wait. Keep it up. 👍
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Post by wolf on Mar 28, 2021 17:00:59 GMT
Very good wolf . You kept saying this was coming. Well worth the wait. Keep it up. 👍 |
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Post by wolf on May 9, 2021 16:21:49 GMT
“My Lord. What you do”
Every day….
You lighten my shoulders,
unweighting my back.
Lift my head and heart
out from sorrows.
Lithely spiriting my steps.
Strengthen my arms and legs.
Making me carry on,
confident and assured.
Nothing is wrong,
or ever insurmountable.
You remind always,
Who and what I am,
And that nothing, no one,
can ever stop me.
Keep me safe,
Sound strong and determined.
Holding me close,
in mind, heart and soul.
Never leaving me.
Easing my hungering aches,
balming my numerous wounds,
fueling and spurring me on
…no matter what.
I am most richly blessed,
and abundantly loved.
And I have no fear.
- Wolf
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Post by wolf on Jul 1, 2021 20:41:22 GMT
....have a beautiful piece of work from one of our tet - mates🙂
{badbadbad wolf might get severely punished and Hulked out on for posting it  ..don't care. I can take it! 😋🐺}.......
"Ode To The Mouse"
Found a little mouse today.
She/he was sitting on the curb and didn't move
even when i was right next to it.
My first thought was, it is dead but when i
touched it, it looked at me with narrow eyes.
I had an old Mask in my bag and i used it
to take my little new friend to the lake.
I really hope she/he made it.
- Frank, co authored by Jack Daniels
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Post by osnafrank on Jul 1, 2021 21:04:27 GMT
....have a beautiful piece of work from one of our tet - mates🙂
{badbadbad wolf might get severely punished and Hulked out on for posting it ..don't care. I can take it! 😋🐺}.......
"Ode To The Mouse"
Found a little mouse today.
She/he was sitting on the curb and didn't move
even when i was right next to it.
My first thought was, it is dead but when i
touched it, it looked at me with narrow eyes.
I had an old Mask in my bag and i used it
to take my little new friend to the lake.
I really hope she/he made it.
- Frank, co authored by Jack Daniels  c017
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Post by wolf on Jul 1, 2021 21:40:30 GMT
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Post by wolf on Aug 10, 2021 4:39:13 GMT
Here is something I need to remember and getto work on sometime,
it's from earlier posts in another thread, one morning.
This pic, definiion and... more.... inspired a small piece of something that might get bigger and better.....
"...the dismal mitissimus (state) of the Sainted Dismas...."
(dang....might have yet another thing to write about! You know some Mondays, it's just like that when you get all coffee'd and Red Bulled up.)
we'll see.
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Post by wolf on Feb 3, 2022 0:22:01 GMT
"Beautiful Fallen, Falling the Fall"
Grayly drifting down,
sad gaunt faced angels.
Faded and dried leaves.
Rising and falling rushes of wind,
Arcing wings shaking branches arms,
bending down in low bows,
Dominantly kissing the earth.
Powerful winter's coming,
the cold Principal death.
White cloud masses,
mask the mourning sun,
Virtuously sealing away his warmth,
sighing with resign, obeying.
Water's and field's Thrones chilling,
Cherubic grieving moans heralding,
icy white Seraphic snows.
Wheel turned once more,
the winters must, has to be,
to eventually usher in the glory birth.
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Post by wolf on Apr 7, 2022 17:46:34 GMT
The other day I was looking around for movies
and something for our "Movie Madness Cartoon of the week"
when I came across these vids. 😊
(All together they're only about 7 or 8 minutes.)
I was going to post them there Saturday,
but decided this is probably a better place. 🙂
Anyway...they made me think of you Lady spideyman .😊
And I guess I had one of those "Freddie Mercury 10 minutes in the Bathtub" moments,
that Frank talked about it, in his "Today I Learned Thread".
(Y'all know how I get wild racing things in my head
that just has to come out SOMEWHERE! 😂😉)
Here are the clips from the movie, and a poem right after them....
'Walk with me'
"Just for today,
I must ask and say,
Come take my arm,
revisit some memory Penny Lane charm.
With me take a stroll,
where there is no price or toll.
Back here where once we strode,
down gleaming apple green-light brick road.
When we are done,
and might be your smile has shone,
there is popcorn and tea,
all delicious and free.
If any of that above pleases thee,
then Thankee Lady,
for graciously accompanying... me."
(P.S.)
....You're not expected to stay for show or movie,
though they ARE all plenty groovy! 😜
Had to say 'Hey', 
and that I want you to have,
a most wonderful Satyrday. 😊
"Long Days and Pleasant Nights!
and PLENTY of those beautiful Green Lights!"
- Wolf
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Post by wolf on Jul 12, 2022 1:00:27 GMT
"The Dismal Mitissimus of the Sainted Dismas"
Good Dismas.
Patron of put upon prisoners.
Those victims of poisonous sinners.
Good Dismas.
He accepted his lot,
his crimes he never forgot.
Upon his cross,
for the right words,
the worthy was not at a loss.
Rebuked, that sour wicked Gesmus,
did the fair souled dismal Dismas,
so sad, with a grieving mad.
In the Most Just,
he did trust.
He spoke his true loving must.
And the Almighty Just,
with a consoled dire smile,
and weighty sigh,
promised,
after this last length of mile,
They both would have all
that is On High.
Dismal Dismas,
then became the sainted,
and no longer sin tainted.
And found his destined Right place,
in all of the BEST of time and space.
And all it took was the true hearted love,
that is ALL over and above.
- Wolf
(Yeah...I know. It needs a lot of reworking...all my stuff does.  )
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Post by osnafrank on Jul 12, 2022 14:59:46 GMT
Awesome, wolfie, that's wonderful. applouse
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Post by wolf on Jul 12, 2022 15:05:21 GMT
Awesome, wolfie, that's wonderful.  |
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Post by wolf on Jul 24, 2022 11:45:23 GMT
Hmm....maybe a new narrative poem in the making.
It's merely a loose rough cluster of notes,
on theme and rhyme that came to me
to me this morning over coffee,
when I was thinking about good Will's MacBeth.....
"The Witches"
or maybe just
"Witches"
Wicked black hearted bitches,
the evil witches.
glitches, itches, twitches and switches.
spate of Hecate hate,
they drank in and ate.
good hearts, their counterparts
forging powerful arts,
thwart foil and spoil
malicious moil,
treacherous toil, and vile turmoil.
the hands of light soft white,
benevolent skills
curses disperse,
and the ill wills,
kindness and good prevails,
goes gone all ails,
grindings of tooth and nails.
end does the suffering's wails.
good hearted sorcerer slayers,
blue blooded mystic players,
in a roiling passion play,
bright gray magick's grand display...
- Wolf
Maybe I'll be able to turn it into something good and creepy. 😉
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Post by osnafrank on Jul 24, 2022 14:29:09 GMT
Hmm....maybe a new narrative poem in the making.
It's merely a loose rough cluster of notes,
on theme and rhyme that came to me
to me this morning over coffee,
when I was thinking about good Will's MacBeth.....
"The Witches"
or maybe just
"Witches"
Wicked black hearted bitches,
the evil witches.
glitches, itches, twitches and switches.
spate of Hecate hate,
they drank in and ate.
good hearts, their counterparts
forging powerful arts,
thwart foil and spoil
malicious moil,
treacherous toil, and vile turmoil.
the hands of light soft white,
benevolent skills
curses disperse,
and the ill wills,
kindness and good prevails,
goes gone all ails,
grindings of tooth and nails.
end does the suffering's wails.
good hearted sorcerer slayers,
blue blooded mystic players,
in a roiling passion play,
bright gray magick's grand display...
- Wolf
Maybe I'll be able to turn it into something good and creepy. 😉
Don't know why, but that made me chuckle. 
Looks promising, wolfie.  |
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Post by wolf on Jul 24, 2022 14:54:55 GMT
Hmm....maybe a new narrative poem in the making.
It's merely a loose rough cluster of notes,
on theme and rhyme that came to me
to me this morning over coffee,
when I was thinking about good Will's MacBeth.....
"The Witches"
or maybe just
"Witches"
Wicked black hearted bitches,
the evil witches.
glitches, itches, twitches and switches.
spate of Hecate hate,
they drank in and ate.
good hearts, their counterparts
forging powerful arts,
thwart foil and spoil
malicious moil,
treacherous toil, and vile turmoil.
the hands of light soft white,
benevolent skills
curses disperse,
and the ill wills,
kindness and good prevails,
goes gone all ails,
grindings of tooth and nails.
end does the suffering's wails.
good hearted sorcerer slayers,
blue blooded mystic players,
in a roiling passion play,
bright gray magick's grand display...
- Wolf
Maybe I'll be able to turn it into something good and creepy. 😉
Don't know why, but that made me chuckle.
Looks promising, wolfie.
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Post by wolf on Jul 24, 2022 19:37:30 GMT
Hmm....maybe a new narrative poem in the making.
It's merely a loose rough cluster of notes,
on theme and rhyme that came to me
to me this morning over coffee,
when I was thinking about good Will's MacBeth.....
"The Witches"
or maybe just
"Witches"
Wicked black hearted bitches,
the evil witches.
Don't know why, but that made me chuckle.
Looks promising, wolfie.
"Wicked black hearted witches 🤨...the evil bitches... 😒"
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..don't care. I can take it! 😋🐺}.......
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