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Christmas Day, From Tear-Stained Window She Wept
Looking out the window, trees very bare
she stood alone, with dirty, unwashed hair
Nobody there to gift her big, sweet smiles
floor filthy with all its large broken tiles
Outside were people rushing to and fro
nobody she could ever dare to know
They all dressed in the wealthiest fashions
they seemed so full of life, cheerful passions
What could she, an abandoned orphan do
living alone in this dirty caged zoo
As she twisted her matted, dirty hair
she wept alone, knowing that none would care
Suddenly snow came cascading on down
smile came, replacing her sad tear-stained frown
Why had this joy then her heart invaded
a voice whispered, "for this you've waited"
Next she heard old battered door slowly creak
that voice again, first she heard in a week
In came a widow, dressed in Christmas cheer
Saying, O' my brave child please have no fear
I saw window, stained from many a tear
I've returned to take you away from here
Then that sweet smile grew to its biggest yet
forgotten, her wretched clothes tear-soaked wet
As they left that sad and lonely dark place
brightest glow flushed upon her pretty face
For now she knew, what her heart had prayed for
angel to come and open that locked door
Shall we take you in for some Christmas food
get you Christmas spirit in joyful mood
With happy light now returned to her soul
her angel accomplished her greatest goal
Promised child gifted from merciful God
through faintest falling snow, homeward they plod
Into home, that had waited blessed day
grateful widow there knelt again to pray
Lord, you have given on this Christmas day
great treasure for which I can never pay
INSTEAD I SHALL TEACH THIS DEAR CHILD YOUR LOVE
she shall know you watch from heaven above
Robert J. Lindley, 12-22-2016--
^^^^^ Poem finished and posted!!!
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First draft new creation - in process-
I - (THE PLEA)
Slayer of weaker beasts, ravage of torn breasts
Darkness from East, dragons its armored crests
What hero dares to slay this foul evil
What saint may dispatch this tool of the devil?
Hell's fires doth burn hot from its massive jaws
Innocent red blood drips from its sharp claws
Hero, bring thy brave heart - courage made of steel
Hope's faith, all it begets in thy iron will.
Shall Heaven send relief in heroic hands
Salvation from this beast in weakened lands
Doth not our sad cries reach our merciful gods
Can avenging angels smite with lightning rods?
Hero! Bring thy sword and armor with dire haste
For this foul creature, our dear lives now wastes
Blessings on thy travels to our burnt cities
For we languish so sad in our deep pities!
2. (THE ARRIVAL)
From darkened skies great ball of fire downward fell
from Heaven's vault he in landed in their hell
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2nd draft--
I - (THE PLEA)
Slayer of weaker beasts, ravage of torn breasts
Darkness from East, dragons its armored crests
What hero dares to slay this foul evil
What saint may dispatch this tool of the devil?
Hell's fires doth burn hot from its massive jaws
Innocent red blood drips from its sharp claws
Hero, bring thy brave heart - courage made of steel
Hope's faith, all it begets in thy iron will.
Shall Heaven send relief in heroic hands
Salvation from this beast in weakened lands
Doth not our sad cries reach our merciful gods
Can avenging angels smite with lightning rods?
Hero! Bring thy sword and armor with dire haste
For this foul creature, our dear lives now wastes
Blessings on thy travels to our burnt cities
For we languish so sad in our deep pities!
2. (THE ARRIVAL)
From dark skies ball of fire downward fell
from Asgard's vault landed he in their hell
From Thor's loins this invincible form was sown
In armored flesh, power never before known
Sword fired from Asgard's own best armor makers
with Thor's own hammer, still an earth shaker
Standing eighteen foot from head to his bare feet
Thor's warrior son anything but sickly sweet
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3rd draft --
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Return Of The Slayer Of Dragons, Earth Spared From Destruction
( Part One, Darkness Arrives)
I - (THE PLEA)
Slayer of weak beasts, ravager of torn breasts
Darkness from East, dragons its armored crests
What hero dares to slay this foul evil
What man may dispatch this tool of the devil?
Hell's fires doth burn hot from its massive jaws
Innocent red blood drips from its sharp claws
Hero, bring thy brave heart - courage made of steel
Hope's faith, all it begets in thy iron will.
Shall Valhalla send relief - heroic hands
Salvation from great beast in weakened lands
Doth not their sad cries reach their merciful gods
Can avenging warriors smite with lightning rods?
Hero! Bring thy sword and armor with dire haste
For this foul creature, such dear lives now wastes
Blessings on thy travels to their burnt cities
For they languish so sad in their deep pities!
II. (THE ARRIVAL)
From dark skies, ball of fire downward fell
From Asgard's vault, landed he in their hell
From Thor's loins this invincible form was sown
In armored flesh, power never before known
Sword fired from Asgard's own best armor makers
With Thor's own hammer, still an earth shaker
Standing eighteen foot from head to his bare feet
Thor's new warrior anything but sickly sweet
With blue eyes and a mind keen as dawn's new lights
Courage born from his father's greatest fights
Seeing desolation, far as eye could see
He had been summoned down to set this world free
With sword and hammer obeying Odin's decree
Wings formed by Loki, flew he to the sea
Found he, huge tracks of that marauding black beast
Blood all about, stripped bones from its many feasts!
stats at this point----
^^^^ Syllables Per Line: 11 10 11 11 11 10 11 11 0 11 10 11 11 11 10 11 11 0 0 11 10 11 11 11 10 11 11 0 11 10 11 11 11 10 11 11
Total # Syllables: 344
Total # Lines: 36 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 265
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COMING LATER, SECOND HALF
Part three--(The First Battle)
fIRST VERSE--
Roars echoing, beyond distant mountain range ***************
Note- Think this is easy???
I had previously written the first part- the Plea( in about 2 hours last week )-- AND ALREADY TODAY SPENT OVER FOUR HOURS NON-STOP COMPOSING-EDITING, CORRECTING FLOW AND RHYME AND STILL THIS FIRST HALF IS NOT FINISHED!
And I compose very fast unlike most poets...
Most would have taken from 3 days to 3 weeks to get to this point IMHO.
Fact is , even after posting this first half as I now do- it may require further edits(almost a certainty lol).-TYR
Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 01-03-2017 at 01:47 PM.
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