Trixsie's odds and ends

[Tim Siguire]

That just reminded me of a song ive heard before. Rock, old like 90s ish.... Miht be Prayer of the Refugee.


Thus one has a solemn feeling. Very solitudious.

[Trixsie Vixen]

Old, like 90's ish.


That is just adorable.


One minute to bring you down
Quench your fire, blunt your steel
Unmoved by your angry frown
Smash your army, too fast to heal
Crush your towers, rend your crown
My chill touch the last thing you feel
Witch-queen's ancient shadow-gown
Sweeps your dead stare beneath her heel

[Tim Siguire]

Is this Clash related? I could see but then again you have some pretty metaphorical poems.

[Trixsie Vixen]

Sunrise, crisp over the sea
Crimson, dark and amber flare
Laughter glints like the first snow
A wildfire in her hair


Gentle bard outside of time
Yet timely like a desert rain
Lover of the balladeers
She is Autumn: friend and twain

[Trixsie Vixen]

Once upon a yesterday
I dreamt I sailed on a bay
"Scoundrel's Scourge" my trusty boat
On shattered sunbeams I did float


Sky above and sea below
Their embrace sheltered my repose
Eyelids drawn against the gleam
I dreamt I dozed and began to dream


Again the same dream came to me
Like Russian dolls in reverie
A dream within a dream within
The salt caressed my sun-kissed skin


When all at once I woke and wondered
Where I'd floated while I slumbered
Though Summer lingered in my head
Winter eddies whirled around my bed

[Trixsie Vixen]

Oak dreams a maple
Foolish acorn's fantasy
Oak not yet a tree

[Tim Siguire]

Your poems are illustrious as always. So full of color and meaning. Gret work as always. Even if I dont know what they mean x3

[Trixsie Vixen]

Headache assassin
Neural ninja lies in wait
Just behind my eyes

[anoni]

Great Haiku Trixsie!
I hope you feel better soon,
Headaches are the worst

[Trixsie Vixen]

Wow, almost fooled me
It took me a second glance
Crafty fox poet

[Trixsie Vixen]

The world crowds in with petty malice
Fists raised in threat, palms grasp for debt
A constant wave of rough hands, calloused
But then yours reached for me


Use a crook to catch a thief
Only a freak knows what they seek
So you asked could I be the weirdo chief
And finally I felt free

[Trixsie Vixen]

And in that moment, the whole world I saw
Reflected in a teardrop, shimmering mid-fall
Then time resumed and beneath my paw
The tiny droplet was gone, barely a thing at all


But in that briefest of moments, I saw everything
What was and is, what will be and why
A fleeting universe, created with a sting
As regret conjured it in the canthus of my eye


But self-reproach is poor demarcation
I took another step and the microcosm vanished
Buried and dark as abandoned salvation
I strode forward, eyes hard, all pity now banished
 

[Trixsie Vixen]

So many years, trying to hide
So many tears, dark rising tide
Open your fist, release your love
It can't fly away, poor rotting dove
Embrace the cold, the ice in the flames
Bury them all, and forget their names

[mjaupap]

I think a cool thing about the rhythm in your last poem are the lines
-"It can't fly away"
-"and forget their names"
and how they break from the 1,2,3,4.... 1,2,3,4 feel I get reading the rest.  I stumbled, and for me it gave this little extra meaning to it since I couldn't keep the rhythm at the times I "couldn't fly" and "couldn't remember"

[Trixsie Vixen]

Why thank you!


I do tend towards a basic rhythm, so I have to work at mixing it up.


Except when I want it the same, then it just comes out different


*facepaws*