Author Topic: Jubal's poems  (Read 26697 times)

Jubal

  • Megadux
    Executive Officer
  • Posts: 23548
  • Karma: 109
  • Awards Awarded for oustanding services to Exilian!
    • View Profile
    • Awards
Re: Jubal's poems
« Reply #210 on: September 29, 2017, 11:26:17 PM »
Our Wardrobe

I pushed way through the darkness
To find a world of snow
But even then I saw the lamp-light
As it glowed
And you lit it there in hope that
Your beliefs it would proclaim
Now your winter fades to spring -
But the hope remains

Chor:
And I'm looking for a lamp-post
Everywhere I go
And I'm looking for a lamp-post
For the folks I used to know
And I'm looking for a lamp-post
That's shining for us all
And I'm looking for a light until the thaw.

The magic flowed through my fingers
And it wove into my dreams
And I walked with my own eyes open
As it gleamed
To beyond lambs, lions and kings I danced
With fauns and badgers there
Where each star and tree has songs
For us to share

Chorus

I stand, godless, in the lamp-light
(You didn't know I can)
I'll bring sisters, friends, and lovers
You couldn't understand
For like every old magician
You knew not with what you play
But you set some magic free
And on its way

Chorus

CHORDS
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
The duke, the wanderer, the philosopher, the mariner, the warrior, the strategist, the storyteller, the wizard, the wayfarer...

Jubal

  • Megadux
    Executive Officer
  • Posts: 23548
  • Karma: 109
  • Awards Awarded for oustanding services to Exilian!
    • View Profile
    • Awards
Re: Jubal's poems
« Reply #211 on: October 30, 2017, 01:19:16 PM »
Out of Gas

Guttered.

Hanging in star-strewn space, nose-cone to the front -
and, yet, directionless.

Imagine seeing only this, this drifting hulk
whose fires have burned through the heavens into nothingness
across stars and worlds and suns and meteors
into nothingness
into nothingness.

The air will be getting heavier inside
The beat of dying engines like a heart weighed down
By fear, by sin, by despair - it matters not which piston when the fuel is gone.
A strange, slow panic sets in
As the universe crawls
Screens flicker not in hope
But in work. Work, because what else is there?

The air is heavy and dead
The strip-lights glow their last warm half-light
And dying circuits belch a pulse from the vessel's carcass into the nothingness
One more time
into the nothingness
into the nothingness

...
---
...
...-.-
The duke, the wanderer, the philosopher, the mariner, the warrior, the strategist, the storyteller, the wizard, the wayfarer...

Jubal

  • Megadux
    Executive Officer
  • Posts: 23548
  • Karma: 109
  • Awards Awarded for oustanding services to Exilian!
    • View Profile
    • Awards
Re: Jubal's poems
« Reply #212 on: November 01, 2017, 11:59:15 PM »
The Song of the Owlbear

I once was walking deep within
The hill-crags of a northern land,
Where there a male owlbear I saw,
Upon a hilltop it did stand.

To be a monster's hard, perhaps,
When all the fuss and knights are gone,
And naught remains but the rolling hills,
That roll forever north and on.

But its long, slow, call
When night did fall
What did it mean -
if aught at all?

Why call so long,
O beast, so strong,
Your melody,
Your solo song?

The sound sang through,
It fell, then grew,
A plaintive cry -
And then, I knew.

The owlbear stood and called across
That valley deep, and dark, and cold,
In hope to hear a call return,
As once he might in days of old.

Beneath the feather and the fur,
There lies a lonesome heartbeat, too
He shuffles on, a mate to seek,
His goal, his hope - to wit, to woo.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)
« Last Edit: November 02, 2017, 10:56:29 AM by Jubal »
The duke, the wanderer, the philosopher, the mariner, the warrior, the strategist, the storyteller, the wizard, the wayfarer...

Jubal

  • Megadux
    Executive Officer
  • Posts: 23548
  • Karma: 109
  • Awards Awarded for oustanding services to Exilian!
    • View Profile
    • Awards
Re: Jubal's poems
« Reply #213 on: November 14, 2017, 08:34:00 PM »
Just wrote this quickly today, 'tis not great but it's something:

Wintertide

The winter sinks into my bones,
Below the flesh and through the blood,
The long-dead leaves are mostly gone,
The grass turns fast to fog-damp mud.

The time has come for hearths to burn,
As stars in winter deep
Until the night-dark tide will turn,
And life awakes from sleep.

Would that I, too, could sleep;
For still the cold shall creep,
Throughout the winter's deep.
The duke, the wanderer, the philosopher, the mariner, the warrior, the strategist, the storyteller, the wizard, the wayfarer...

Jubal

  • Megadux
    Executive Officer
  • Posts: 23548
  • Karma: 109
  • Awards Awarded for oustanding services to Exilian!
    • View Profile
    • Awards
Re: Jubal's poems
« Reply #214 on: December 27, 2017, 04:01:30 PM »
The Dornishman's Wife (Extended)

Verses 1 & 4 are by George RR Martin: verses 2 & 3 are an extension by me. Adding it here so I don't forget :)

The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun,
and her kisses were warmer than spring.
But the Dornishman's blade was made of black steel,
and its kiss was a terrible thing.
The Dornishman's wife would sing as she bathed,
in a voice that was sweet as a peach,
But the Dornishman's blade had a song of its own,
and a bite sharp and cold as a leech.

A young man walked by as the lady looked on,
And their eyes swore a tryst with their gaze,
For the young man’s eyes burned with the flame of desire
And the lady’s shone bright with the blaze
The Dornishman’s wife was as warm in the night
As her smile shone fair in the day.
Alone on that evening, he lover she called
And she took him inside where she lay.

The Dornishman’s servant he saw and he heard,
And he ran through the fields and the streets,
To tell to his master the tale of the lad
Who had taken his wife and his sheets
The Dornishman found him the very next day,
With his blade drawn to answer his shame,
The young man drew steel, but the Dornishman’s blade,
Struck him thrice like a gathering flame.

As he lay on the ground with the darkness around,
and the taste of his blood on his tongue,
His brothers knelt by him and prayed him a prayer,
and he smiled and he laughed and he sung,
"Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done,
the Dornishman's taken my life,
But what does it matter, for all men must die,
and I've tasted the Dornishman's wife!
The duke, the wanderer, the philosopher, the mariner, the warrior, the strategist, the storyteller, the wizard, the wayfarer...

Jubal

  • Megadux
    Executive Officer
  • Posts: 23548
  • Karma: 109
  • Awards Awarded for oustanding services to Exilian!
    • View Profile
    • Awards
Re: Jubal's poems
« Reply #215 on: December 27, 2017, 11:56:33 PM »
Moonlight's Captain

In memory of Carrie Fisher, General Leia Organa: October 21, 1956 – December 27, 2016

A silence in the moonlight,
With laughter in the sky,
A realising what it was, a light just passing by,
Who gave us strength and courage
Who helped us carry on,
Beyond the night, towards another sun.

And though our princess is gone
Our rebellion still lives on
And we persist
And we resist
And we remember
For her

A call to arms, not anger,
A call to fight, not fear,
Accepting those we stand beside with voices ringing clear,
We call out to each sunset,
And fly beyond each world,
Her spirit echoes with us, flag unfurled.

And though our princess is gone
Our rebellion still lives on
And we persist
And we resist
And we remember
For her

Remember not with silence
Those who taught you to sing,
Remember not with weeping those who hope could always bring,
And somewhere in the stardust,
In moonlight there may lie,
A soul whose hope still fires us up to fly.

And though our princess is gone
Our rebellion still lives on
And her memory will be sung
Round every star and every sun
And we persist
And we resist
And we remember
For her!
The duke, the wanderer, the philosopher, the mariner, the warrior, the strategist, the storyteller, the wizard, the wayfarer...

Jubal

  • Megadux
    Executive Officer
  • Posts: 23548
  • Karma: 109
  • Awards Awarded for oustanding services to Exilian!
    • View Profile
    • Awards
Re: Jubal's poems
« Reply #216 on: January 01, 2018, 04:44:51 PM »
Rekindling

Now is the time
To drink the dancing fire
The one that mocks us with its reel-steps
As tired, we huddle, frozen small;
Let's drink the fire
And eat the light
And dance against the winter.

Cold is the hour
The wolf-packs they have come
To howl and circle us by moonlight
Where e'er we sit or, lonely, stand;
Let's howl a song
To make them fear
We'll sing against the winter

Skies threaten storms,
The nights may yet be darker
As lonely souls as yet unknown,
Are scattered in the moonlit frost
Come, hear the song
And see the fire;
We'll harbour you for winter.

Now is the time,
To kindle back the fire
The one whose embers welcome strangers
That warms us all, unwavering;
Rekindling,
We'll light a flame
To blaze away the winter

And we'll burn it into spring.
The duke, the wanderer, the philosopher, the mariner, the warrior, the strategist, the storyteller, the wizard, the wayfarer...

Caradìlis

  • Citizens
    Voting Member
  • Posts: 344
  • Karma: 0
    • View Profile
    • Awards
Re: Jubal's poems
« Reply #217 on: January 01, 2018, 06:28:02 PM »
That is beautiful!  :o I love the fire imagery... :)
"Those who don't beieve in magic will never find it." - Roald Dahl