Oh I'm fantastic lol thank you
that's not sarcasm lol
that's not sarcasm lol
Good morning James, Happy Sunday to you.
I hope you have a wonderful day![]()
Thank you very much. You have such a positive attitude, more around here should be like that.
I'm a plain Jane with the name Heather lol.
I’m also guilty of the talker’s trait. Okay and I’m looking forward to it!I'm a talker, my Mom often told me I could sell water to the ocean lol.
I'm heading out for a bit, I'll see you later on.
Great poem! Especially since it's been a long time since you last wrote one.So be easy on me this is my first poem in 10 years! It’s a Ballad in the ABCC pattern.
Stone Heart -by James
A bailey built around his heart,
yet upon one glance had sieged the walls and seized his castle,
peering back what once perfect solitary, then gazing forward now his new sanctuary.
All that he once was abandoned,
having neigh he press onwards,
bound by the path that shall be his new beginnings,
and thinking not of his past belongings.
Upon arrival the collision ignited,
beauty from the likes unknown to him,
being able entertain such a presence,
a muse with unbelievable incandescence.
The years grew since first they met,
and still in his eyes he saw her anew,
though he did not know the secret she kept,
for it won’t be long the day that he wept.
The day is now for sadness but truth,
as to another she had been untrue,
he grabbed some stones and began to build,
and knew that glance is what had him killed.
Great poem! Especially since it's been a long time since you last wrote one.![]()
That's wonderful James, thank you for sharing it.So be easy on me this is my first poem in 10 years! It’s a Ballad in the ABCC pattern.
Stone Heart -by James
A bailey built around his heart,
yet upon one glance had sieged the walls and seized his castle,
peering back what once perfect solitary, then gazing forward now his new sanctuary.
All that he once was abandoned,
having neigh he press onwards,
bound by the path that shall be his new beginnings,
and thinking not of his past belongings.
Upon arrival the collision ignited,
beauty from the likes unknown to him,
being able entertain such a presence,
a muse with unbelievable incandescence.
The years grew since first they met,
and still in his eyes he saw her anew,
though he did not know the secret she kept,
for it won’t be long the day that he wept.
The day is now for sadness but truth,
as to another she had been untrue,
he grabbed some stones and began to build,
and knew that glance is what had him killed.
Lol I remember thoseNow THAT...I need to consider! It would be the most effort I'd put into anything on FCN...save for my posts in the voices thread where I'm pretending to be a customer service rep for FCN. ()
Thank Cin! I appreciate your compliments!Awesome poem James