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[birdy51]

Indeed, the end two paragraphs is arguably standalone against the first. I had tried to write further, but honestly I don't think I could have matched those lines.

I think there is something about love that does that. It's a concept that brings out the best and worst of human being, and we get to write about both aspects.

[Tomasque]

Though unrelated
(or related most of all),
I think you'll like this.

[TD1]

That was good Th4 DwArfY1. Really good.

I liked dw4rfy's & birdy's poems (especially the end of the latter's). Sorry I'm not contributing, I have another thing I'm working on.

Thanks! It's one of the "true" ones, I guess you could say.

Historic building:

Wherefore the crown and gate
And where the lady fair.
Who tunes the endless bells of war,
Who gathers up her golden hair.

Alas, poor Yorek, I knew him.
Whose tomb is that I yonder see
Filled with the lead that bounds
All of us on the path of entropy?

Is it madness to see the buttress
The gleam of golden sun.
Elsinore, oh Elsinore, whose dungeons deep
Sink underneath this barren keep

Of sheet wall, star form, cannon blast
Crowned by Kronborg, encircling sea
Carrying from the past that Sound.
Oh Elsinore, why stand you tall?

The moat is deep, the swans are white
And all about the sea is spread, as fate
Is spread before us all. Ah, Elsinore!
Wherefore thy crown and gate?
--

For tomorrow: A winter battle.

[Urist Mc Dwarf]

That was good Th4 DwArfY1. Really good.

I liked dw4rfy's & birdy's poems (especially the end of the latter's). Sorry I'm not contributing, I have another thing I'm working on.

Thanks! It's one of the "true" ones, I guess you could say.

What do you mean?

[TD1]

Instead of working from some position I know nothing about, for example this one:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Beautiful, graceful, full of life
Busy, busy, busy and always
Set to make the most of time,
Working the nights and days.

Working yet never getting,
Not good enough to waste
Preciousness on, yes, busy
But not accomplishing.

Smiling that secret smile
Directed at the self,
Yet beaming outwards;
Chameleon life

Taught from infancy
The smile that hides the heart.
Worth nothing, with nothing
But some new task left to start

Some hopeless thing with which to
Distract the hope, the chill,
The iciness of tears so full of fears
You feel the slipping of your will

And then you bare your face, and know
You are not good enough, you have no place
You are not fit, so you must busy, busy, busy
Creating masks to chain around your face

But it is never enough, and you can feel
The tears still seeping, creeping down
Where none can see. Worth nothing
But the daggers which pin your smile in place.

(I don't believe I've ever been depressed in my life), I was working from my own perspective. Truth as it is apparent to me.

[birdy51]

Aging Parthenon,
How your marble pillars gleam,
Home of the Goddess.

[Tomasque]

You misspelled Pantheon 

[TD1]

Not sure whether you're joking, but just in case....

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That's the Parthenon.

[Tomasque]

I wasn't joking. I thought he meant Pantheon, and the whole "pillars" part was symbolic.

[birdy51]

Nope! I am wholly literal in all things! But hey, for shits and giggles,

For Tommorow : Athena!

[Urist Mc Dwarf]

Owl-eyed Athena
Queen of all knowledge
Mistress of battle
Weaver, teacher
Wise in all things

I feel like there should be more. Prompt: finish it.

[birdy51]

Finish poetry> With pleasure!

Power like John Cena,
Fists like a sledge,
Her enemies are cattle.
Fighter, Master,
Lord of all rings!

---

Athena

Silver-eyed Goddess,
Grant your people your wisdom,
We await your call.

---

A Winter Battle

White winter's snow sheets,
Are covered in blood of men,
A cold reception.

[TD1]

A winter battle:

The song of ages wove the air
To catch the crown within her hair -
The snow back-lit the scene
And framed her perfect king.

Love is as ashes in the mouth
When blades are drawn
How rude, how self possessed, uncouth
They are when seen at dawn.

The perfect king cast out his staff
And tossed his white-mane hair -
He left behind his noble laugh,
Abandoned all his previous care.

She loves him yet, and battles fought
Win wars not of the heart
But how could she show what she ought,
That he was both her ending, and her start?

He loved her yet, but time had shown
The mirror cloud in tears his face.
He left his men, his crown, his throne
To flee from her without a trace -

So she'd be safe from him! He's hidden
In a castle deep within the murk
And she pursued, and came unbidden
To that strange land where light meets dark.

And here the snow crisps white the ground
And snowflakes fall in gathering gloom -
How sweet, how unremarked the sound
As armies faced each other, and their doom.

And at the heart the sad refrain
That echoes all the land -
They face each other, feel the pain
For want of kindness, or a loving hand.

----

Athena

Crowned goddess of the Parthenon
Who looked down on our earthly race -
How sad, how sweet the marathon
To beat Arachnia, keep your crown.

Why weave you webs of such deceit,
Why cloud the contest's due?
Is it Pallas Athena fears to lose
Knows not the way to winning true?

Alas! Feel free the unrestraining beat
That guides you on the way. Cast down your crown;
Admit defeat!
And truly, truly be Athena, crowned and true.

Edit: Whoops, missed a prompt!

A continuation of Urist's poem:

Owl-eyed Athena
Queen of all knowledge
Mistress of battle
Weaver, teacher
Wise in all things
Helper of heroes,
Inspiration of the meek
Lover of rings
Upholder of the weak.

Owl-eyed Athena!
All you are, I love.
Bless us with wit,
Protect us from above
And I shall grant to thee,
And only thee,
Undying gratitude
And ceaseless loyalty.

For tomorrow: A tea party. Mad Hatter optional.

[Tomasque]

Two cups of tea sit steaming in silence.
Behind them a man of subtle violence.
Finally, before them - shaking - sit I.
"Drink up!
One cup
is poisoned. You shall die."

That's what he'd said to me as I sat there,
when I woke up strapped in that metal chair.
Now he's holding out sugar, like hors d'oeuvres.
"A bite
just might
calm down your frightful nerves."

I decline, so he puts the cubes away.
With shifting eyes I stare down at the tray.
At last, I choose and he toasts with his drink.
"To ends
of friends
who don't know how I think."

I take it with some sugar, to keep calm.
Halfway, I spit the drink into my palm.
Too late, I've figured out his cunning ruse.
"Poison
was in
the cup of sugar cubes."

[Urist Mc Dwarf]

Chamonile
Hot green tea
Earl grey
and a smile
Are all I need

This delight
A meal so slight
But friendship
That I won't let slip

You know what I'd like
I wish you could see
the wonder that is a tea party

Next prompt: A suprise