Octovo Libra

Joined June 2021

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And my poetry Hell Is Like A Dog Kennel and other poems

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Meadows
Meadows of luscious furs, mellow hairs crop The earth, it’s pillow-like rebound and make And cooling sun above never to stop
By Octovo Libra 3 months ago in Poets
Odysseus’s Plea
A weary wine-dark sea, stirred By our ship’s restless keel and prow Were it not for a journey deterred It’d live and die to never be ashore
By Octovo Libra 4 months ago in Poets
Bone King, Sawolhord
From my kingdom the sin of greed is born: I heard said from an odd dream long ago That I seldom collect how it end, though
By Octovo Libra 4 months ago in Poets
Do Not Rush The Gentle Stream
Do not rush the gentle stream With a nudging gush, where I am By the way of this placid scene As I let it race down the silver sand
By Octovo Libra 4 months ago in Poets
The Feathered Imp
The feathered boy said: “The day is done The war is gone” The feathered boy said “Amongst the dread Amongst bloody napes
By Octovo Libra 4 months ago in Poets
The Sword Will Rise Again(Idylls of the Beholder)
O! By endless wonders! O! By zealous martyrs! Is what I see to others seen? Have I lived with a fawns eyes? Is this illusive belief?
By Octovo Libra 4 months ago in Poets
Aqua Luna
If water had wetted the moon Then no longer would a cold breeze Wring me with a shivering spell, of frosty gloom; And chance a star-filled dew falling in air,
By Octovo Libra 5 months ago in Poets
The Song of Tsi-laan
By the river, on my side of the stream I soaked my feet, and with rod fishing Looked past the stream and seen A forest with foggy stirring
By Octovo Libra 2 years ago in Poets
The Plucking of Proserpina
I must be whisked away, while picking maidenly Sicily From those billowing felts of petals, red and rosy Plucked from her pistils, mother’s bosom of dreams
By Octovo Libra 2 years ago in Poets
Love or Loneliness
There were times when I withdrew, and was lonely In a bench I watched the ducks waddle wing on wing And beaks nestle and plume
By Octovo Libra 2 years ago in Poets
The Stone Ambition (Umsonst Friðr)
I have sifted through the eastern world From my magnificent pillar My dormant eyes had journeyed the stars But here I am restless of rigid, I want again to tar;
By Octovo Libra 2 years ago in Poets
Quisqueya II
How much further does it go? Will the ships bow, dusk the sand, and thrust And upheave the golden land stow? And make with it their insolent Ark?
By Octovo Libra 2 years ago in Poets