Succubus

Succubus

Your tongue is a knot,
Thus, I don't initiate
   conversation,
You are a bird's eye,
Providing warrant
   for the implication,
And you're a bottle,
Whose neck never invites
   participation,
You are the lone leaf,
That scurries towards the dam.

But it's surprising,
When you allay your need
   to be the teacher,
And it's alarming,
When you decide to hide
   from me the preacher,
And I turn t'wards you,
Alas, unfold my wings
    to bear my feature,
As you dare to plunge,
The dirk behind the scam.
   
Invino Veritas
12/19/13
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Once Around The Abbaye

Once Around The Abbaye

Apast I sing, me liver,
I hath made, twice, thee quiver,
My apologies,
For the rounds of threes,
For 'twere'nt no mere sliver.
An' a tip to me cabbaye,
Who'd made it home quite crabbaye,
When out his bed,
I grabb'd instead,
For a trip 'round th' abbaye.
Yet 'twere far sadder,
For th' backseat and me bladder,
A yellow line,
'Twer'nt too fine,
Yet 'e could've been far madder.
Bless thee, sir, and ye chillen',
For me guts tha' I be spillin',
If'n there be saints,
For cushions I'd hav' taint,
My apologies for what be illin'.

Invino Veritas
12/6/13
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Gold

Gold

Beauty is a curse,
It's hell to be admired,
When the caller,
Gives a holler,
It's hard to be inspired.
It's old to be gold,
When everyone is ferrous,
When the rusted,
Can't be trusted,
To pay attention might be careless.
But it's lonely to be stoney,
And cold as the thief,
When your taking's,
For the making,
It's your only time of relief.


Invino Veritas
12/4/13
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The Tale of Bors The Steady

The Tale of Bors The Steady

Gather round, ye rough and ready,
Hear the tale of Bors the Steady,
A mountainous man with a heart of steel,
A thunderous step and a thorny feel.
The tale begins upon the trail,
For a pride of lions with twitching tails,
Yea, Bors had hunted these killers of men,
And Galavan women again and again.
But Bors had tracked a beast of mane,
An alpha cat, the Galavan Bane,
When perchance he spied its crooked gait,
Hidden in moonlight and sprinkled with fate,
And he cleared the rise of a rounded tell,
Where fell his eyes on the beast from Hell,
Dripping and soaked with entrails and flesh,
Not quite sated as its dinner was fresh,
But Bors the Steady stood his ground,
As the beast's yellow eyes swiveled around,
And the two champions locked their gaze,
Upon one another, each unphazed.
Bors the Steady notched his arrow,
Looked down the shaft intended to harrow,
But as if graced by an unholy speed,
The lion, as lightning, paid no heed,
And leapt through the air dodging his missile,
With a ferocious roar and claws that whistled,
The lion landed on Bors with a pounce,
Were Bors not so steady the lion would trounce,
But nerves of iron and wits made of ember,
Glowing with fire and years to remember,
He bore his blade as he slipped out from under,
Before the lion could tear him asunder,
And faced his foe as warriors should stand,
With rage in heart and blade in hand,
When at last Bors struck a terrible blow,
Causing the lion's ruby river to flow,
And the beast lunged over the victorious man,
And straight to the forest, to hide, it ran,
Bors gave chase and entered the trees,
But the beast was swift and skirted with ease,
And then the beast stopped and there fell down,
As the rest of its life littered the ground,
Unable to run and welcoming death,
The lion, as Bors approached, sighed its last breath.
Bors bent down to retrieve a small token,
A trophy of sorts to sate those unspoken,
When the ground trembled and shook underneath,
And Bors looked up to four rows of giant teeth,
Standing before him an avatar of scale,
A saurian champion as big as a whale,
And roaring like thunder and striking like fire,
Snatched the lion's body with insatiable desire,
And swallowed the flesh and bone all in one,
Then looked at Bors as if it weren't done,
At that moment Bors then shuddered,
Knew his bread had finally been buttered,
Staring his reaper in its great eye,
Bors the Steady cowered and then cried,
As the beast's breath signaled the end,
Bors the Steady was never see again.


Invino Veritas
Posted 11/27/13
Written 11/14/12
First Appearance: Saurian Frontier, www.SlothMUD.org
Happy Thanksgiving!
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Two From The Road

Wish

I wish,
We shared smiles,
The way I oft' muse,
And I wish,
We had times,
That only we knew,
Alas, it's far too apparent,
That I'm far too transparent.

Inadvertant Eavesdropper

It's always the same,
Friends louder as the night goes on,
The sober women laughing to be polite,
Estranged and thinking,
"Why have you brought him to me?"
And yet when the momentary intrusion is gone,
The right song comes on,
The one that brings attention,
To the triviality of the situation observed,
And makes it comical.
I don't blame them,
Until they becomes contrived;
I don't think they know I am listening,
But I'm not privy,
To my own thoughts,
Until it's too late.
So what do I know?


Invino Veritas
11/26/13
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Old Woman

Old Woman


She lacks vitality anymore,
And the lines sing the songs,
Of the life in the vinyl of her face.
Her smiles feign surprise,
And are riddled with disappointment,
Her lids are teardrops, hovels,
Wherein lives the earth and the sun,
Growing that which she has lost,
Once upon a time,
In a memory,
In a dream,
One of each she forgot,
Only to be reminded,
Each time the wind blows,
And it is her hair that clings,
As it is tossed about,
To the thoughts,
She does not recognize anymore.


Invino Veritas
11/16/13
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A Farewell to Cruelty

A Farewell to Cruelty

All you ever wanted was to be happy.
While the world, behind you, shed its tears,
You danced in the rain and giggled,
The child buried beneath the reality,
Of the pain liberated there and reveled.
She faced it finally and pointed, laughed --
Her downward extending finger,
Touching its foreheads as it rested, expectantly,
On its knees looking at the happy child.
And when drizzle overtook countenance,
The child, once again, became you,
And you turned. The rain was loud,
As you turned and disappeared,
Leaving the world behind as before,
And forever after.

Invino Veritas
11/7/13
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