| General Poetry posted December 13, 2008 |
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For Miluska...
The Tale of the Knight
by Mike K2
Free style with some rhyme, meter and turns.
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You were my lamplighter,
that through the night, provided me with sight. Walking with me during the day, a friend which to share and a loving person showing care. Through the ages as children, running free and carelessly wild, also making fright appear mild. Realizing all of the beautifully crafted sights of our homeland, amazingly ensconced, hand in hand. With warm compassion and comfort, we shared love and each's first time, talking life and figuring its rhyme. We grew up settling into life, traveling paths together hand in hand, smelling the flowers upon untamed land. Frolicking with each other as a delight; we parted escaping the dancing leaves, hoping the other somehow still believes. For fear that the gurgling coffee pot, will deliver me an electric shock; making me brew it in camp, with a pot, coffee in a sock. At home, I gave up my lovely mansion; one last time in the garden with my beloved Venus De Mila, now gray. I wept back virgin white streaks into you, remembering those times you made gay. I must sing to you my Requiem, before I find the will, to move on. As I toasted the Blue Label Lady's audacious rendering of me, alone in a room with a much needed shot. For your now closed, iron curtain; I raise Becherovka, my last spot! I fear that you are not doing well, hoping instead for a turtle in a shell. I long for the days that from your tower keep, you let down your long hair. Then a laughing girl, pulling it up, you teased this frog without a care... My princess, my armour is off, now hollow, frozen and rusted. Leaving the town as I have found, there are none to be truly trusted. I will live out my remaining life, an old codger in a trapper's cabin. Hoping you get lost and needing sweet relief, you will decide to stop in. In its window, resides a lit candle for vigil as the mood sways. Waiting until the Wagon Man stops for me, one of these days. Until then, a knight has to keep to his destined dreams. Testing him for very his best, no matter how futile it actually seems. |
It has been a difficult year for me. Last year I had many very nice relationships with FanStory members and one by one, this has changed as some went their own ways with out explanation. Other aspects of my life were difficult as in the process of being me, my motivations and motives were questioned. Impediments put in front of me and other challenges as well. One of the members even stole his own bus... Prompting me to put, "Over-" in front of his name. Always known for his attitude, but in my opinion, his character he did denude.
To me, Mila was the FS sweetheart, as her poetry was challenging, myself being hell bent and determined, I learned to understand it. As a result my understanding of poetry greatly improved and this brought out some much needed skill as well.
Some explanations:
Much of the imagery was taken from Miluska's poems as she loved her castles, villages, moods and also imagery of art, performance and even her gurgling coffee pot that she developed a fear over. Relax, I am not leaving, but wanted to capture that element of a fine chocolate of its bitter sweetness. Mila also loved her double ententes sometimes triple in meaning.
In reference to The Blue Label Woman, rendering refers to both art and cooking. I got roasted a few times and that grease throw upon the walls of my heart. lol
Becherovka- Aspice liquor made in the Czech Republic by Karlovarska'. It is a rare treat to find a Bohemian to enjoy aspect of the old world with as I had known when I was younger.
Brew with a pot and a sock? That refers to putting the coffee in a sock to hold the grinds fast as you boil it. It is a wonderfully powerful brew that could be rubbed on the dead to wake them from their eternal slumber.
Wagon Man? Basically the Grim Reaper, or death. I love this depiction that I fist heard Fool's Crow use, most likely of the sights after a battle where a man in a wagon, came to collect the dead Indian's that were to be buried. Most people describe of death hanging around, but in my opinion he waits for no one. I think we confuse our guardian angle of being such because they force us to see things that we are barely ready and don't want to see.
In any endeavor, all I strive for is to be treated decently, with respect and with honesty. Much like going house to house with a lantern. lol
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and 2 member cents. To me, Mila was the FS sweetheart, as her poetry was challenging, myself being hell bent and determined, I learned to understand it. As a result my understanding of poetry greatly improved and this brought out some much needed skill as well.
Some explanations:
Much of the imagery was taken from Miluska's poems as she loved her castles, villages, moods and also imagery of art, performance and even her gurgling coffee pot that she developed a fear over. Relax, I am not leaving, but wanted to capture that element of a fine chocolate of its bitter sweetness. Mila also loved her double ententes sometimes triple in meaning.
In reference to The Blue Label Woman, rendering refers to both art and cooking. I got roasted a few times and that grease throw upon the walls of my heart. lol
Becherovka- Aspice liquor made in the Czech Republic by Karlovarska'. It is a rare treat to find a Bohemian to enjoy aspect of the old world with as I had known when I was younger.
Brew with a pot and a sock? That refers to putting the coffee in a sock to hold the grinds fast as you boil it. It is a wonderfully powerful brew that could be rubbed on the dead to wake them from their eternal slumber.
Wagon Man? Basically the Grim Reaper, or death. I love this depiction that I fist heard Fool's Crow use, most likely of the sights after a battle where a man in a wagon, came to collect the dead Indian's that were to be buried. Most people describe of death hanging around, but in my opinion he waits for no one. I think we confuse our guardian angle of being such because they force us to see things that we are barely ready and don't want to see.
In any endeavor, all I strive for is to be treated decently, with respect and with honesty. Much like going house to house with a lantern. lol
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