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Comment by Ezri Ro Lightly on December 6, 2009 at 8:45am

Brave, woeful heroes of old
standing on a precipice
listening to the lapping of waves
dreaming of tomorrow

The wind haunts and moans of no tomorrows

Each holding to each as lonely heroes do,
lost in sorrow
The last light wanes
No one watches.

No one at the lighthouse, no storms at sea.
No cloud, the dark is all around.

Comment by Phoenix Troi on December 6, 2009 at 8:21am

Very beautiful T'Kon!

Comment by X'Zarreth T'Kon on December 1, 2009 at 12:24pm

My Poem Entitled:

...FLOWER...

"Flower in the Sun, standing Still and Tall..."
"Even in the Wind You Bend, but do Not Fall..."

"You Display ALL of Your Lovely Petals, in Such Colorfull Array..."
"In ALL of Your Beautiful Splendor, Your Admirers Cannot Look Away..."

"Bright Green is the Color, of Your long Attractive Stems..."
"Raindrops on Your Petals, look like Brilliant Gems..."

"Flower in the Wind, will one day Wither Away..."
"But like so Many others Before It, they will still "Be Remembered" in Every Way..."

Concieved By:
...X'Zarreth T'Kon: Vulcan's Supreme Sovereign Ruler & Ggand/Majestrix...

Comment by Vunara on November 14, 2009 at 11:52am

Comment by Phoenix Troi on November 13, 2009 at 8:52pm

Structrure

Great walls of marble stood and echoed of such deeds of renown
The flight of a thousand wings thundering through airs of crisp wind and cloud
It was might and strength of golden light and trumpet loud
Far off glory felt within the layers of the ground

Long the walls stood, for ages the sky shone favorably there
Song never ceased, wonder played melody upon the air
Laughing was the clear ringing from hills of majesty and places so fair
Time turned happily from corners where only harmony would dare

Within its shielded place, a shadow found a way, for it was at length
Grim color came upon once blue sky and the blue was gone away
If feather fall struck from heaven's wing, it drifted also without strength
And a rolling tide came upon shores to drown the marble where it lay

Crushed under the weight of darkness, the overhung clouds in disarray
For an ill tide had turned and fate was beyond its former day
Corners echoed mournfully, the hillside seemed to tell of dismay
The structure fell and with it came down the glory of its true way

Now there swayed a quiet field of grass that whispered of loss
Thick clouds of storm ever brew over gray sides of wall and forest moss
A deepening glow of something radiant has only died with the last frost
Over a steep span of time, there have been but moments of pause

In the silent passes of soft nights, under the covert shade of distress
There are few that remember the sunlight, and string fragments of a nest
And within memory still lives the touch of gentle forest's caress
Though in mournful phrase repeated as if the words may mean less

In silence there passes again another dark night and tear may fall
It'll begin to startle the heart's longing into awareness and recall
And there one sits, bent over a scattered remnant, a broken piece of wall
There one sits, solemn and worn, one handful of dust, alone in the hall

But in those eyes there's a sparkle, a comfort from unknown reaching
And so from another handful of dust hope began to wake, slow yet unceasing
The pieces, though small are placed in a pattern then, started meeting
Soon they fell into a place, now the corner of solitude's more pleasing

I know how small it seems, I have barely made out the shape of notion obscure
But from a distant heap of rubble and erractic upheaval, the pattern was sure
As one now continues in one's languorous task, but somehow with contour
Without a thought to an overhanging gloom, the pattern now begins to be pure

Upon just this, the faintest of all in a world darkened by ill fate
Was this a beginning, for as to suffer the mangled dream, broken by pain
To hold onto hope of the promise of onward path, for sacrifice had made
Here a corner was formed from ashes, from nothingness, from wall decayed

From the sky and from over the clouds there broke through, a beam
So upon the corner a new light shone and it slowly filled outward, it'd seem
The hillside wove a blanket of green, the rains had become warm, to redeem
And in the sky the shades of all umbra of night gave their dream

Through time and roundabout journey, although slow was the treading and wait
A sense of understanding, sadness and forgiveness stirred at every gate
But in that humble aura of nothingness, of standing full of willing trait
All stones crumble off a solid, firm structure that you create

That whatever be in total emptiness, it's the soul that can rest
The heart that can feel the cries from a battered and long torn crest
It was the foresight to know that nothing is lost forever, although a guess
It was determination to carry on when all else seemed to go into death

The elements of sorrow and then the selflessness of heavy heart
The building of a sense of worth in what was regarded as the bleak afar
Under doubtful resolve, uncertain path and unseen design and part
The structure is whole for it was within the soul whose spirit loss would mar

To build something from nothing, or from a long gone age
Of something that no one would dare dream in a blissful haze
Structure comes from inside, notwithstanding the outside place
Find treasure in lost ideas of courage, of long enduring blaze

And it happened, it burst forth like the dawn of a new time, on soft cloud
Great walls stand again, somewhere phrases of song can be heard aloud
How the whole structure returned again, twinkling in a flash, in a sound
The wonder again was found, from this very deed of structure,
this spirit of everlasting renown


Me, 2000