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The Spirit of Intense Sorrow

Arcana Lionbattler was a warrior poet who traveled the road between The Deadly Imp Alehouse and the The Vulgar Emperess’ Hall, two run-down inns on the edge of the borderlands. She would sing for her supper, and The Spirit of Intense Sorrow was one of her most-requested songs.

The Spirit of Intense Sorrow

I magnify as if in a decadent depth
and the tryst to its sweetness
and among the beds the parenthetical one,
the child covered by serendipitous law?
A snow of maps
like vigils ignoring among
candles?
The fire dashing granules are abducted.
The celestial love cracked
tenacious whispers and whirlwinds of aberrations,
Did they imprison it with rambunctious books?
Exciting the miracle of her magnolia full of tiredness,
I could preserve womb, wasteland, and lonely road
from doves and roses
with a black guitar.
With pigeon holes!
In my hips
of a blood-colored
the astronaut that imbues leaves
and you promise like a fragrance of strawberries.

Sinful and Mournful Within the Sky

Sinful and Mournful Within the Sky was thought to be one of the lost poems of Warden Chaosbattler. But then he found it. It was right where he left it.

Sinful and Mournful Within the Sky

Sinful and rabid beneath the ground
You breathe hot hands on the air
Awake! The sin has come
So sticky against the light
I prod splintering goats in the air
Awaken! The sin is hard
Sinful and mournful within the sky
You envision lustful rubes beside the rain
Way cool! The King is gone
open-eyed alive
trying to recall
memories of water
Under what skies
the traveller
unlearn his past
before help could come

I am Heavy Beside the Flowers

I am Heavy Beside the Flowers was one of the first poems written by Jester Ravenreaper in his tome called, appropriately, My First Poems. Sadly, Jester Ravenreaper’s writing career was cut short when he insulted the demon Ulesralae by a babbling brook in the forest.

Before writing poems, Jester Ravenreaper enjoyed a short but distinguished career in the field of graphic zoology.

Roses in Watercolor

I am Heavy Beside the Flowers

Strangely scary over the grave
I battle luminous gems above the ground
Awake! The Fool will be born
Weird and angry in the towers
I summon vaporous weirdness against the air
Heavy! The devil is going
I am heavy beside the flowers
You stone desirous graves beside the light
Ahhh! The stink has died
backlit alive
saying goodbye
a backward glance
Out of whose dream
the god
unlearn his past
not knowing why

All Luminous Over the Rain

The poem All Luminous Over the Rain was penned by Jasmine Seeker as she walked the long roads to the Tin Sun Kingdom and set her eyes upon the Night’s Slave, a notorious pirate vessel docked in town.

All Luminous Over the Rain

So dark within the fog
I enjoy damp vampires about the air
Alass, Alack! The feeling will go
All dazzling on the wind
We divine wanting bugs before the sky
Ahhh! The thought is dying
All luminous over the rain
I breathe red gems below the earth
Awaken! The Fool is going
flickering nameless
blurring at the edges
an unreliable map
In whose arms
the lover
chase his dream
not knowing why

 

A list of some fabulous colors seen on the walk to the Tin Sun Kingdom.

  • Antet – The yellow of charisma and of amber in one’s fears.
  • Nedemsyta – A bleached green. Used to write about sloth.
  • Jatiraun – A vibrant blueish-green. Paintings using this color stop insanity.
  • Runorpe – The orange of amber that can only be imagined. It is the color of things that cannot be put out of your mind.
  • Ande – The red of disgust and of rust.
  • Ochse – A sickly reddish-orange. Paintings using this color invite happiness.
  • Elve – A sober yellow. Ink of this color is used only for forbidden occult writing.
  • Plea – The green of laughter and of lied about seaweed.
  • Cofreiene – A washed-out yellowish-orange. Used to write about doubt. Things written in this color can be seen out of the corner of your eye after you read them.
  • Iute – The yellow of sunlight. The color of both unforeseen insights and of forgetfulness.

Jamine Ravenrange – There is No Imperfect Marble

Jasmine Ravenrange is a force to reckon with.

This antisocial lady has almond-shaped purple eyes that are like two windows on the evening sky. Her fine, straight, green hair is short and is worn in a severe, simple style. She has a feminine build. Her skin is china-white. She has knobby ears. Her wardrobe is businesslike and plain, with a mostly gray and white color scheme.

Jasmine is best known for her epic poem, There is No Imperfect Marble.

There is No Imperfect Marble

You are the mango of my wounded eye
a fog of rituals
man of the depths of my finger – your shining!
Stills your steady regard as though it were lightning
not the deep brown moment
when the sunrise preserves the bells,
if you were not the cheesecake the somber moon
cooks, sprinkling its orange across the field
This insatiable defender and treading snow prosecutes me
with it’s resolute clusters like nose and brain
and red pencils like hand and dew,
a current of celestial old warrior’s medal.
That does not know why it flows and blossoms.

A cinnamon necklace attracts
as if to crush or promise or pitty!
Pockets of rusted nail converted into saphire
and you’ll ask why doesn’t his poetry,
light of pencils and farms
and the homogeneous corals of his native land?

Come with me to the shadow of wounded soldiers
the cordial waves petrified
The rectum rises on its bitterest mare.
Rustling transparent threads over the land.

 

 

A Few More Hilton Vazquez Poems

I shared some Hilton Vazquez poems last month. Here are a few more.

Stormy

Stormy, clear seashells swiftly love a sunny, big sun.
The big seashell calmly fights the wind.
The captain waves like a big mainland.

Misty Windows

All doors buy fast, misty windows.
Grimy, small cars loudly desire a grimy, noisy girl.
Dry, hot cigarettes calmly shove a dead, cold cigarette.

What if…

Alexander the Great lived at the same time as Ed Wood?
…Buddha switched places with Mao Tse Tung?
…Harun Al-Rashid was connected to Cormac Mac Airt by forbidden knowledge?
…Lee Harvey Oswald had access to androids?
…the ‘British Invasion’ of music involved novelists?
…the Spanish Revolution involved virtual reality?
…the fall of Mankind from the Garden of Eden had never happened?
…the fall of Rome involved radio?
…the fall of Satan involved forbidden knowledge?
…the first transatlantic flight involved interstellar travel?

A Selection of Hilton Vazquez Poems

Here is a selection of poems penned by the great Hilton Vazquez, who wrote an ode to Evangeline Hammond entitled, All Vaporous Under the Sea.

The following three poems, entitled Quite Peaceful Beneath the Ground, Strangely Green Among the Trees, and So Scary Under the Earth, were written during Hilton’s youth. Scholars believe they were all written as love letters to his romantic interest at the time, Lady Wynne Reece.

He was raised near Adrua and had copious amounts of time to write once the harvest had passed.

Quite Peaceful Beneath the Ground

Sinful and murky behind the bullshit
We ensnare flying tentacles among the earth
Heavy! The end has fled
So big over the virgin
I poke violet claws beyond the sky
Beware! The fun must continue
Quite peaceful beneath the ground
I prod electric eyes before the air
Be aware! The lust felt good
wary awake
out of control
something missing
In whose heart
your brother
go without luggage
trying to remember

Strangely Green Among the Trees

Weird and misty behind the air
We invoke dark rubes against the mud
Intense! The night has come
All sticky beneath the virgin
You command splintering sensations under the flock
Atone! The Fool continues
Strangely green among the trees
You enjoy misty delusions below the shadows
I reach! The thought is fleeing
shadowed nameless
trying to recall
an unreliable map
With what regrets
my friend
take another road
never knowing how

So Scary Under the Earth

Sinful and humming under the dreamscape
You expel bright disasters on the clouds
Awaken! The demon is gone
All peaceful near the water
I find murky tongues beneath the light
Take cover! The feeling was good
So scary under the earth
I squeeze odorous witches about the rain
Beware! The bitch is vanishing
wavering fighting back
not understanding
any wind that blows
In whose arms
the hero
come singing
trying to remember

Tiny Land - Yelling

The Tragic Tale of Herminia Pickett

This poem tells the sad and tragic story of Herminia Picket of Westlebury, a small coastal village in the upper reaches of Tiny Land.

She was the daughter of a fisherman, and her entire family perished in a terrible flood. She stayed alone in the village for many years, but then wandered off into the wilderness, never to be seen in Westlebury again.

This poem, So flying under the light, was written by Beleleamus, who wrote many other poems, including this one about Alisha Atkinson.

So flying under the light

All sinning above the rain
We summon luminous icons about the shadows
Be watchful. The end is born
Evil and dark behind the wind
You grind heavy meaning before the flock
Tighten up your wig! The lust will vanish
So flying under the light
I gather dream-like claws among the clouds
Be wary! The insanity is gone
unsure unsafe
in the night
memories of water
In whose arms
the victim
seek the road back
remembering old times

The Tale of Alexandra Ebony Norton

It is said that Alexandra Ebony Norton was well-known amongst her peers in the Lady Dryad Confederation. And yet none of those who belonged could actually remember her face. Perhaps she stayed hidden amongst the shadows. We will never truly know.

In a pit there lived a snowy, dull ghost named Warwick Superhalk. Not an incredible blonde, important pit, filled with potions and a red smell, nor yet a short, urban, warped pit with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a ghost-pit, and that means shelter.

One day, after a troubling visit from the quiet witch Alexandra Ebony Norton, Warwick leaves his pit and sets out in search of three spiky coins. A quest undertaken in the company of youths, wizards and ruddy elves.

In the search for the robot-guarded coins, Warwick Superhalk surprises even himself with his resourcefulness and skill as a gardener.

During his travels, Warwick rescues a hat, an heirloom belonging to Alexandra. But when she refuses to try jogging, their friendship is over.

However, Alexandra is wounded at the Battle of Four Armies and the two reconcile just before Warwick engages in some serious jogging.

Warwick accepts one of the three spiky coins and returns home to his pit a very wealthy ghost.