An endless ride, a burst of pride,
In circles round I speak.
One must hold fact, remain intact,
Refining his technique.
Why can't it be for I to see
Beyond this great pretense?
One won't condemn or condescend,
it makes not any sense.
Perhaps someday, I hope and pray,
Each heart may hold a place ;
Where life of sort can not be bought
And bitterness has no taste.
I will not yield my sword and shield,
Yes, I shall have it all.
Fate awaits my bid to sate,
This quest in Haggard's Halls.
Sheila
Very WELL done Paul!
Hugs
Tina
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Each heart may hold a place ;
Where life of sort can not be bought
And bitterness has no taste..."
Don't we all? Well said...
vesna:)
in the poems you have written in prelude {probably not the way to
say it, but I am writing this on a Monday morning. . .excuse
enuf?}. You are so good with rhyme! 'Pea' <3
still, this was wonderful.. powerful!
Excellent rhyme and meter.
Traditional with your own style shining through in the feelings evoked by your words.
Tracey42(c :)xoox
It flooooooows Paul, superb.
Ch'erie
Love,
Eileen
Greetings to Poet Paul Berube.
This “Haggard's Halls ( Part XIII )” has followed its prior pattern and its original idea, which now adds beauty and wisdom through its lines, inspiring the readers and adding value to Poetry.
Keep Your quills flying on the air space of imaginagion creating and posting, showing the world the magic of Your gifts.
Healthy Long Life, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Love Tinka
Reindeer