The sounds follow me
Machines are chugging away
It's Steam Sky City
A maid from fair Caledon
went out without knickers on
Along came a breeze
lifted her skirt with ease
Much to the joy of the looker-ons.
A dance in steam sky city
where girls are dressed so pretty
I come in late
I can't find a date
Alas, oh my, what a pity.
Showing posts with label poetry.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry.. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Monday, August 6, 2007
In Honor of Dame Lapin
Tonight, I was present at the ceremony where our Vicereine Knighted Lapin Paris to honor all her hard hard work for Relay for life. An accolade well earned. I did not know what a proper present for a new Knight is, well I expect she got lots of swords, so I gave her what I could, a poem.
~
The Star walks amoung us
and our lives are brighter
just beacuse she is here.
Her footsteps are a dance
her voice a song
every movement a poem
She is a treasure of the realm
though she does not know her worth
she makes us all richer, just knowing her.
To Dame Lapin Paris on the occasion of her Knighting
From ZenMondo Wormser August 6, 2007
The Star walks amoung us
and our lives are brighter
just beacuse she is here.
Her footsteps are a dance
her voice a song
every movement a poem
She is a treasure of the realm
though she does not know her worth
she makes us all richer, just knowing her.
To Dame Lapin Paris on the occasion of her Knighting
From ZenMondo Wormser August 6, 2007
Friday, August 3, 2007
A muse revealed
These are all for my Lady Love, Lavendar Beaumont.
A Bold Move
A Bold Move
From a timid one
lead to an adventure
a new path set upon
may the journey inspire me.
~~~
Dances on Beaches
and conversations by moonlight
The Tune we dance to
is the beating of our hearts.
~~~~
Sitting on the carousel
I feel dizzy
The spinning I feel in my head
tis not the turning of ride
but the company I keep.
~~~
Her Eyes Capture me
with her gaze
my heart is in a cage
of her visual embrace.
~~~
I have a hunger
not for food
but
for her touch
~~~
I carry her smile with me
It is a treasure
held in no box
but in my heart.
~~~
Her Voice Calls to Me
Across the distance
yet she is right here
in my arms.
~~~~
A Bold Move
From a timid one
lead to an adventure
a new path set upon
may the journey inspire me.
~~~
Dances on Beaches
and conversations by moonlight
The Tune we dance to
is the beating of our hearts.
~~~~
Sitting on the carousel
I feel dizzy
The spinning I feel in my head
tis not the turning of ride
but the company I keep.
~~~
Her Eyes Capture me
with her gaze
my heart is in a cage
of her visual embrace.
~~~
I have a hunger
not for food
but
for her touch
~~~
I carry her smile with me
It is a treasure
held in no box
but in my heart.
~~~
Her Voice Calls to Me
Across the distance
yet she is right here
in my arms.
~~~~
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Poetry Dump (Not Code)
The CodePoet takes a departure from regular blogging to share with you some poetry.
A Poem for and Unnamed Lady
Long stood I, outside the gates
Until I found the Key to win my entrance.
A key built of patience, wisdom, charm, and cunning,
to open a lock of beauty, intelligence, talent, and grace.
The lands beyond the gates, I have yet to explore,
finding treasures beyond measure at the threshold.
I am sure more quests lay ahead of this knight errant
and I look forward to the challenges -- and the rewards.
Her Beauty Sings To Me
Her Beauty sings to me,
not beauty of form, which she has,
but the beauty of her soul.
The Melody of her heartbeat
calls to me, like a waking dream,
I can't help but dance to the music.
A Prayer to Lady Ada
Lady Ada,
Look down upon this humble coder,
Guide me with your unerring logic.
Lady Ada,
Inspire me with your genius,
may I code a thing of beauty.
Lady Ada,
You set the path before me,
may I follow it for the rest of my days.
Her Strength
She would hide her strength,
if she only knew she had it.
Instead she wears it,
oblivious to how strong she is.
Not just strength,
but the grace to carry it.
She stands, not above us
but with us, inspiring all those around her.
She sustains us with her example,
and we hold her up, allowing her to lean on us.
Her strength is her friends,
she draws from them as they give willingly,
as she gives back so much in return.
Under the Cat's Paw
I find myself
under the cat's paw
is she playing with me?
or will I feel the claw?
What is this game I play?
why do I dare?
Surely its attention,
but is it care?
So I find myself
a plaything for a time
I can't help but notice
her licking her lips at the dinner chime.
Potential II
The key is turned
the spring is wound
energies held in potential
a simple clasp waiting to be released
will you open the lid
and hear the music play?
Dark's Veil
She clothes herself in darkness
trying to hide the brilliance of her soul.
A veil she presents to the world
she only pulls it back
for those that have already guessed her nature.
Fictional Hearts
Damn our fictional hearts
and the feelings they pretend to produce
our minds of fantasy driving us
to play out our story
in a land that does not exist
yet is all too real.
Miles Travled
Miles Traveled,
Wonders seen,
an experience shared,
The distance between two hearts,
you are beauty in my eyes
your friendship, the greatest wonder of all.
A Friend
I hold a tune in my head
I hold a song in my heart
A verse plays across my hands
I have a poem for a friend.
A Feather from an Angel's Wing
A feather from an angel's wing
is not easy to come by, so they say.
Either it is willfully given
or it is forcibly taken
both events are one of rarity.
I am not saying how I got mine
but there is a third way,
for how do the angels grow them?
Long stood I, outside the gates
Until I found the Key to win my entrance.
A key built of patience, wisdom, charm, and cunning,
to open a lock of beauty, intelligence, talent, and grace.
The lands beyond the gates, I have yet to explore,
finding treasures beyond measure at the threshold.
I am sure more quests lay ahead of this knight errant
and I look forward to the challenges -- and the rewards.
Her Beauty Sings To Me
Her Beauty sings to me,
not beauty of form, which she has,
but the beauty of her soul.
The Melody of her heartbeat
calls to me, like a waking dream,
I can't help but dance to the music.
A Prayer to Lady Ada
Lady Ada,
Look down upon this humble coder,
Guide me with your unerring logic.
Lady Ada,
Inspire me with your genius,
may I code a thing of beauty.
Lady Ada,
You set the path before me,
may I follow it for the rest of my days.
Her Strength
She would hide her strength,
if she only knew she had it.
Instead she wears it,
oblivious to how strong she is.
Not just strength,
but the grace to carry it.
She stands, not above us
but with us, inspiring all those around her.
She sustains us with her example,
and we hold her up, allowing her to lean on us.
Her strength is her friends,
she draws from them as they give willingly,
as she gives back so much in return.
Under the Cat's Paw
I find myself
under the cat's paw
is she playing with me?
or will I feel the claw?
What is this game I play?
why do I dare?
Surely its attention,
but is it care?
So I find myself
a plaything for a time
I can't help but notice
her licking her lips at the dinner chime.
Potential II
The key is turned
the spring is wound
energies held in potential
a simple clasp waiting to be released
will you open the lid
and hear the music play?
Dark's Veil
She clothes herself in darkness
trying to hide the brilliance of her soul.
A veil she presents to the world
she only pulls it back
for those that have already guessed her nature.
Fictional Hearts
Damn our fictional hearts
and the feelings they pretend to produce
our minds of fantasy driving us
to play out our story
in a land that does not exist
yet is all too real.
Miles Travled
Miles Traveled,
Wonders seen,
an experience shared,
The distance between two hearts,
you are beauty in my eyes
your friendship, the greatest wonder of all.
A Friend
I hold a tune in my head
I hold a song in my heart
A verse plays across my hands
I have a poem for a friend.
A Feather from an Angel's Wing
A feather from an angel's wing
is not easy to come by, so they say.
Either it is willfully given
or it is forcibly taken
both events are one of rarity.
I am not saying how I got mine
but there is a third way,
for how do the angels grow them?
My Muses are many, and if they want to out themselves, they may, but the poet for now will keep it to himself, but don't let that stop you from guessing.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Plans are afoot
So not too long ago, I acquired a second parcel in Steam Sky City... to be honest, I needed the prims, for ZenMondo's CodePoetry & SteamWorks, but I don't want to leave the space lay fallow either, so I had to think of a low-prim use for the property.
I named the new place "Steam Sonnet" not knowing what to do with it... but I had a germ of an idea.
That idea has since grown and budded, and I have trimmed away the branches and am left with one vision.
Not to give too much away, but it will involve art, and poetry.
My lady love, Lady Lavendar Beaumont has found herself in a position as a kind of art agent. So I enlisted her help to try to acquire the services of an artist to help fulfill my vision. I have hired Miss Sieben Ochs for two pieces to see how we work together. The CodePoet is hopeful, ever hopeful....
I named the new place "Steam Sonnet" not knowing what to do with it... but I had a germ of an idea.
That idea has since grown and budded, and I have trimmed away the branches and am left with one vision.
Not to give too much away, but it will involve art, and poetry.
My lady love, Lady Lavendar Beaumont has found herself in a position as a kind of art agent. So I enlisted her help to try to acquire the services of an artist to help fulfill my vision. I have hired Miss Sieben Ochs for two pieces to see how we work together. The CodePoet is hopeful, ever hopeful....
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