Legend Poems
Cleaver of Devil’s Kitchen
by Rikske Kessner
They name me Cleaver, though I am no hand,
but the patient edge of centuries,
a blade honed by the Southern swell,
by wind that tastes of iron and kelp.
I split the dolerite as kin are split —
not in malice, but in the slow necessity
of tide and time,
each fracture a journal of what was kept,
......
The garden of Eden
by Mario Odekerken
In the garden where all was pure
life bloomed in colors,rich and sure
Beneath the trees,in whispers sweet,
innocence danced on tender feet.
Forbidden fruit,a fateful choice,
echoes of laughter, a silenced voice
Lost paradise, yet dreams remain,
a longing for what might be again.
Jack, Dare to Believe
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Jack Allen was a serious, shy schoolboy, who worked hard at school lessons;
Like mottled skies working hard each day, to convey many color obsessions.
Jack was a little small for his age, and had begun to feel somewhat bullied;
For ofttimes, he took no part in rough sports. Still, he'd race at great speed!
He loved most the adventure in books, and Sis loved reading, just as much;
And sympathized with Jack's social bind, like rainbows, which keep in touch!
The funtastic friends next door visited, amidst fierce, fatal, fall fruit flavors-
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D'Artagnan
by Mario Odekerken
Niet in Parijs,
niet in een duel bij dageraad,
maar hier,
aan de rand van Maastricht,
vond him zijn einde.
Tussen rook en kruit,
tussen bevelen en stilte
viel hij
zoals hij had geleefd-
......
The Legend Of The Aspen
by John Bradford
THE QUESTION.
DEAR to the bright cerulean sky
Unstirr'd the silvery cloudlets lie ;
O'er yonder wide, unruffl'd bay
The white-sail'd ships can make no way;
No rustling from the sedges near
Falls on the loitering listener's ear ;
From the old cottage in the croft
Straightly ascends the smoke aloft ;
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Cleaver of Devil’s Kitchen
by Rikske Kessner
They name me Cleaver, though I am no hand,
but the patient edge of centuries,
a blade honed by the Southern swell,
by wind that tastes of iron and kelp.
I split the dolerite as kin are split —
not in malice, but in the slow necessity
of tide and time,
each fracture a journal of what was kept,
......
The Forgotten Years: The Light of the Far East
by Kinsley Lee
For a long time in the Bible, we've not known his younger days,
But in many parts of the Middle East, he lived with his father.
It’s said he traveled—by ships and on foot long ways—
And once he'd grown, he journeyed farther and farther,
To the lands alone, seeking ancestral traces,
And meeting tribes and many different faces.
From Ethiopia, where the priests of Sheba's Sons, have prayed,
And past the Arabian Sea to Ganges’ towers,
He wandered plateau, veiled in myth and shade,
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D'Artagnan
by Mario Odekerken
Niet in Parijs,
niet in een duel bij dageraad,
maar hier,
aan de rand van Maastricht,
vond him zijn einde.
Tussen rook en kruit,
tussen bevelen en stilte
viel hij
zoals hij had geleefd-
......
Atlantis
by Mario Odekerken
Beneath the waves,a kingdom lost,
atlantis dreams,at a heavy cost
Once a realm of splendor bright,
now whispers in the depths of night.
Legends linger in the tide,
of wisdom,power,where secrets hide
In the ocean's heart,a tale untold,
a haunting echo of the brave and bold.
The garden of Eden
by Mario Odekerken
In the garden where all was pure
life bloomed in colors,rich and sure
Beneath the trees,in whispers sweet,
innocence danced on tender feet.
Forbidden fruit,a fateful choice,
echoes of laughter, a silenced voice
Lost paradise, yet dreams remain,
a longing for what might be again.
