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Knight's Poetry
As I have promised, I will reveal a few of the poems I have written more recently. Most of them rhyme. I'm quite good at that. And they are love poems too....
I try to write a poem every night before I go to bed. I sleep better and it helps express deeper emotions I wouldn't show anywhere else. They are all about one person who I do intend on giving them to (anonymously). And the last poem is a riddle about myself.
Obviously, none of you may understand the riddle. You have to know me somewhat to undrstand perhaps. The reader is not intended to know.
If ever there were the Holy Grail
It would be her that beautiful female
If ever there was an angel with wings
It would be her, soft, sensuous,voice that rings
If ever there was a Godess of gold
It would be her on that I am sold
I try to write a poem every night before I go to bed. I sleep better and it helps express deeper emotions I wouldn't show anywhere else. They are all about one person who I do intend on giving them to (anonymously). And the last poem is a riddle about myself.
This girl all in gold with hair like angel's braids
Lovely and smart, like sweet harps her voice fades.
Her eyes cast a spell, two gardesn of heavenly flowers
I dream of her each night through the darkness and the hours.
A face so pure not a flaw to be seen
Golden skin radiates as if on the silver screen
Her eyes they capture me, for she has not a clue
That I gaze in wonder at her love eyes so blue.
I am a man of thought and riddle
Emotion, Compassion, Mystery the cards I play
If you want to know the hand that stroked these words
Then follow this poem to the riddler of this riddle
Who has two eyes but two more he always needs?
Who befriends those who speak in several tongues?
Who dances on six strings and plays the horn of jazz and soul?
Hate or Love Me?
Who am ?
This riddle shall reveal
Lovely and smart, like sweet harps her voice fades.
Her eyes cast a spell, two gardesn of heavenly flowers
I dream of her each night through the darkness and the hours.
A face so pure not a flaw to be seen
Golden skin radiates as if on the silver screen
Her eyes they capture me, for she has not a clue
That I gaze in wonder at her love eyes so blue.
I am a man of thought and riddle
Emotion, Compassion, Mystery the cards I play
If you want to know the hand that stroked these words
Then follow this poem to the riddler of this riddle
Who has two eyes but two more he always needs?
Who befriends those who speak in several tongues?
Who dances on six strings and plays the horn of jazz and soul?
Hate or Love Me?
Who am ?
This riddle shall reveal
Obviously, none of you may understand the riddle. You have to know me somewhat to undrstand perhaps. The reader is not intended to know.
If ever there were the Holy Grail
It would be her that beautiful female
If ever there was an angel with wings
It would be her, soft, sensuous,voice that rings
If ever there was a Godess of gold
It would be her on that I am sold
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