Franc Rodriguez

A deadly curse began to flit upon the clans,
and the clansmen with such a swift wrath.
It came from beyond the dales and the thorps,
making the striplings grow hoary and old.
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Time dwined since the Kraken frightened,
the shoal of knorrs of wayfarers in the sea.
The stillness of the waters was to be wrested,
by the winds that aroused the ships that rove.
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There upon the welkin is a hovering cloud.
It is a towering image of a celestial guardian.
Aureate is his halo as he gathers on a hallow mound.
He joins the lovesome choir of voices so stentorian.
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She was born there among the shine of the sun,
upon a memorable and lively blossoming spring.
Like a madder red rose in the meadow to flourish,
and be nurtured like the sparrows that thus sing.
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A blustery winter had suddenly fallen,
upon the lands within the dales.
The waters froze and the frost was ice,
which thickened the harden fjords.
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Within the ridges dwells a hallow sanctuary.
In the moors is a silhouette of a lingering soul.
He is a waif who drudged upon his misery.
He went forth among his painstaking dole.
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A strong gale blows the lineaments of my cold face.
A flurry of snowflakes falls onto the ground.
A sign that winter has come upon this quaint place.
And from aloof one can hear a familiar sound.
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Sinuate leaves are all around,
and blossoming flowers found.
Moisten soil from the ground,
dewdrops come falling down.
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Thus the soul and spirit are said to be one,
but yet amid our sullenness we find such lull.
There within the dark corners of our platitude,
shall we be joyous and merry to awry our soul?
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A deluge of rain thumps the ground of the earth,
as dewdrops drip from the old rusty shingles.
A twilit of clouds shade the sun as it encompasses,
the mackerel skies and the birds in ripples.
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In my heart beats the heartbeat of a child,
from whence birth is its origins.
And from the earth that I soon tread upon,
are the footsteps indeed of a wandering soul.
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Through the sundry willows, and the vast fields of the earth,
lies the haunting image of many of our beloved fallen men.
Dandies in apparel but yet young boys in body for in their spirit,
rested the dutiful call to defend a wondrous nation again.
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Behold a season's change, as bundles of twiglets are reaped,
and branches of birches are trimmed beyond a nearby den.
Lost in the gale, are the tidings of a storm approaching,
beyond the plentiful verdure of the quiescent glen.
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Trumpets sound, as cherubs play in concurrence melodies that chime.
In such mystic consonance, they bear the guise of true magnificence.
Halos to glint, and wings to open the gates of heaven in due time.
They lead the flock of souls forthright, in such celestial presence.
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Perhaps to many my words of poetry seem much too ambiguous.
Although I must attest, that I do not attempt to be disingenuous.
Therefore my gist is never paltry but rather much propitious.
The pith of my poems can be found, in the toils of stanzas ingenious.
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Amidst the darkness of the night, I descried at a most wondrous sight.
It was a continuous glimmering glow and shinning effervescent light.
Then I rose to my feet, and stared for a while at this blurry image.
I glanced, at the celestial figure that bestowed upon me such solace.
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As I glance throughout my window, I can see the change of seasons.
The verdure of the summer leaves, now tawny with the autumn fall.
And with the end of summer, I ponder then the change and its reasons.
As the summer breeze, now becomes a brunt of gale that is to befall.
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I sense your presence, through the draught that entered in the night.
The rain passed onto the gleam of the morning sun of the window sill.
The chirm of birds as they roosted, on a perch glistened by the light.
So perth they chimed, and they would kittle one, into a soothing lull.
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I was too blind to see the tart skene that whetted my heart.
I was a fool to believe that your words of love bore meaning.
There left doleful and glum, as you tore my heart apart.
Henceforth, I was condemned to accept this dreadful feeling.
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My heart cringed before, for my tears abounded my soul.
My solitude was eternal, and despair was me day and night.
I was once a lonesome child so dishevelled and foul.
I was forlorn and afterwards depraved of sight.
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