Courage
To take courage in this time is a must
A necessity for those under oppression thrust
We must rely on the brave
Our souls all to save
And in the gods' power trust.
This poem concludes the Poems of the North (for this challenge anyway). This poem, like "Floating Cities," is more serious even though it's a limerick.
Courage To take courage in this time is a must A necessity for those under oppression thrust We must rely on the brave Our souls all to save And in the gods' power trust.
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Having done poems for this set on husbands, wives, and marriage, it made sense to do one on children.
Children To bear children is certainly a gift, And yet if they misbehave they can cause a rift A chasm so vast and deep That if you hope your children to keep, You will have to make sure they go not adrift. This is meant as a sort of companion piece to "Husbands".
Wives Men, mind well who you take to wife For a troublesome woman is the bane of life Unless you do as she please You shall never have peace Nay, nothing in your house but strife. Flight
Flight from city to city sounds grand With the wind in your hair and the sky close at hand But the wind here is thin and rough To endure it for long is tough Its pain only our people can understand. Worship
To the gods give glory we do With our rituals and offerings, 'tis true Yet they seem uninclined to hasten Our sins for to chasten So why do we our sins rue? Here I was thinking "leisure" would be pronounced the British way ("lez-ur" rather than "lee-shur"), to fit the rhyme scheme.
Pleasure Though oppressed, deny ye not pleasure 'Tis much comfort in a life of much leisure For much work is a pain And brings sorrow like rain And sighs great beyond measure. Weddings
Dance forth in the procession of the groom And for the attendants of the bride make room There's a wedding in town A chance for us all to drown In wine all our sorrows and gloom. This poem deviates somewhat from the expected humorous topic of a limerick.
Floating Cities Here the cities float over land and sea Held by some strange no mortal eye can see A visitor might find it strange Our cities so to arrange But we dare not mess with divine decree. Another Poem of the North.
Betrothal Today you two do pledge to wed Soon you will share the marriage bed But know you may not be the first Bound to serve his physical thirst Many to his pleasure may have been led. Another Poem of the North.
Flower Box It is hard to grow flowers in this land Even those in a box can hardly the thin air withstand They say the gravity is normal in the city But if the winds have no pity Does it matter whether they float or stand? |
AuthorHello. My name is Reneé D. Le Vine. I am a writer of speculative fiction, a weaver of worlds and the fates of those in them. I want to impact people, to enchant them, and to get them reading. My favorite poets are Byron, Shelley, Keats, Emily Dickinson, and Shakespeare. ArchivesCategories |