Ballade on Leavetaking

I saw a hilltop, years ago Half-toppled with continuous gust, And every time that breeze would blow- This is not boring you, I trust- The grass reached up in wanderlust For where the wind and I would track. My shoes still smell of that...

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Haunted Ballade

#30 of poetry when i wrote it this was entitled "ballade of the walking dead" but that's a title that's gonna be culturally unavailable for a decade or so yet.

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Ballade of the Recently Dispossessed

I planted apple trees between the shadow of the pines I lit the lanterns, scrubbed the sun-starved windows of their scum For aye, this house was emptiness, and this home would be mine But promises are lies and jests when truth with autumn comes. ...

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Scattered Thundershowers This Afternoon

The forecast didn't call for principalities and powers. In toppling heaps of alabaster balanced overhead They hung, silently swelling, for apprehensive hours, Filled full with holy water and rejuvenating dread. Somebody called down judgment on...

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Ballade of Three Birds

#25 of poetry i used to write so many ballades, you guys. not ballads. ballades, it's a specific form. look up francois villon.

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Lonely Night's Cry

Its sort of a half poem half song/ballad. i was playing minecraft and one of the songs came on. this is the result of me putting words to that music. its something similar to dragon lullaby: ode to the fallen dial.

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Ballade Against Cheesemongery

#29 of poetry one of the things i love about the ballade, as a form, is that it's equally adaptable to jokes as to serious poetry.

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The Cheshire Cat

The glint you glimpse may be the twilight sun Between the shadow trees, or on the lawn All unproportioned, where the wild winds run Grotesquely. Or it may be me, all gone. Beneath wide hedges, wider nothings yawn, And nothing's more nothing...

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The Wrong Part of the Patch

In a flash the demon reached out and grabbed ballad's jacket, pulling him back up to his feet.

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Tie with me

At night, when the dark descends And time seems to stop Alone with you, your smile your scent The closeness of you, the slow beat of your heart I feel you there, I feel your warmth It's late, time to go to bed Your paw holds mine...

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The Ballad of Zoren

This is just a short little poem I wrote about a character that I've had in my mind for a few years now. She was supposed to be one of the main characters in a novel I was going to write, but I had never really gotten around to writing it, so her story...

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Character Sheet: Evan Lockwood

-mage's ballad: spells cast while this ballad is playing are stronger.

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