Abigail's blog: "Poetry"

vengeance is mine sayeth the lord and I give you this bright shiny sword the sword is words to use as you will Inside your brain you now have skill * these words have powers hidden inside how you use them is for you to decide do you use them for hurt and deceipt to bring someone down in utter defeat * or used in support of someone in need sort of a bandage for when they bleed not to further open that bleeding vein but instead to help ease their pain * choosing sides in a battle of words getting ready to sharpen that sword do the words cut and maim and kill does this battle give you a thrill * each side believing what they feel is truth and it throbs like an abscessed tooth not knowing what happened behind the scenes and that not everything is as it seems * standing on the sidelines, watching the frey knowing eventually someone will pay with feelings hurt and standing alone with vengeance saying you must atone * the choice has been made, sides taken all sense of righteousness has been forsaken the sword has been bloodied, edge is dull by words that have been hurtful and cruel * vengeance is mine sayeth the lord I decided not to pick up that sword I want my words to be used in support Vengeance will not use them as sport * by Linda Stone © December 9th, 2006

Standing on the edge of the summit I stepped off and began to plummet Turning to ashes on the descent And spinning on the wind I went * Suddenly I felt a pulling on my soul And amazingly from ashes I was whole But my body felt like it was on fire Wings I now had, so I had to fly higher * My body and wings were all aflame From ashes, a Phoenix, I became Rising towards the sun, becoming light Darkness I no longer had to fight * The Phoenix transformed me into beauty That I had never thought to see Burning away the hurt and pain Clearing my mind, erasing the stains * Letting me rise above the valley To the mountain high, a new vision to me Letting me know that the lows have highs from below, with my new wings I can rise * Shining in flames of reds and yellows I feel my ascent starting to slow I hover high above the earth And believe that I finally have worth * Slowly I return and gently settle to the ground With new found sight I look around New thoughts appearing in my mind A brand new me, I shall soon find * By Linda Stone © January, 12th , 2007

My heart is an open canvas waiting for a painter My heart is a blank paper waiting for a writer My heart is an empty vessel waiting to be filled My heart is an adventuress waiting to be thrilled * My heart is sitting in darkness waiting for light My heart is the moon waiting for the night My heart is colorless waiting for the rainbow My heart is a mighty river waiting to flow * My heart is rhythm waiting for the right dance My heart is anticipation waiting to take a chance My heart is music waiting for the right words My heart is whispers waiting to finally be heard * My heart is the sun waiting for dawn so it can shine My heart is lonely waiting to make your love mine My heart is calm waiting impatiently for the storm My heart is cold waiting for the heat to make it warm * My heart is a seed waiting to be planted and grown My heart is a skeptic waiting to be convinced and shown My heart is learning waiting on the right teacher My heart is afraid waiting to feel protected and secure * My heart is many things, all of these and so much more All hidden away from the world behind a locked door The door is now open, my heart has stepped through My heart is now standing here waiting for you * By Linda Stone © February 3rd 2007

Sir Arnauld, Knight, brave and bold Who’s exploits in stories have been told In Loyalty to his king and his realm seen many battles dressed in armor and helm * Lady Abigail, beautiful and pristine Loves the man who’s heart she has seen But how to get this man’s attention To show him her great love and affection * A Lady must be proper and demure Until her wedding night she must remain pure Always chaperoned by ladies in waiting Her mind on the Knight upon whom she’s thinking * Sir Arnauld had noticed her but did not approach For he held her in his mind above reproach This woman who was in his thoughts night and day To her there was much that he wanted to say * In order to woo her, his King must approve His love for her he would have to prove Sir Arnauld wanted this Lady in his life To come home to from battle and weary strife * Lady Abigail must attend audience with the king he would see the love to his Knight she would bring His Knight deserved only the very best of brides Someone who would always be by his side * What shall happen with this pair of lovers Will they see a wedding night under the covers Will they live in love happily ever after Will they live their lives in happiness and laughter * Will there be more to this story to write Will their future be sunny and bright We shall see what the future holds For Lady Abigail and her Knight so bold * By Linda Stone © February 17th 2007

Sir Arnauld is home at long last The battles fought now in the past Lady Abigail is relieved he is safe Being uncertain, her nerves did chafe * Sir Arnauld must now decide his future And he was looking for a different adventure One which included the lady of his heart The Lady Abigail would give his life a new start * Sir Arnauld must petition now to his King Convince him that Lady Abigail must wear his ring The King listened to Arnauld state his plea The love Arnauld had was so plain to see * The King bade Abigail to come before him To see if her love for arnauld was a whim The King would see if her feelings were true Would he allow them their dream to pursue * The king knew that Arnauld was his best Knight And he wanted to make his future bright So he gave his blessings to allow them to wed For Arnauld enough blood had been shed * The banners were hung announcing the news The glad tidings across the land flew People traveling to the castle from far and near For Sir Arnauld and Lady Abigail were much revered * Lady Abigail, getting air on the balcony stood All of a sudden there was a commotion in the wood The Dragon was huge and quick on the fly As he swooped down upon her from the sky * Off he flew clutching Abigail in his great claws With a roar and fire coming from his huge jaws Abigail screaming for Arnauld to help her For Arnauld it was so quick it was a blur * His Lady was gone in the blink of an eye Carried by the Dragon into the sky Leaping astride his great steed off he rode He felt the fear in him about to explode * What is in store for the Lady of his heart Whence came the Dragon that tore them apart Will Sir Arnauld be able to save his heart’s lady For the answer we shall have to wait and see * By Linda Stone © February 25th 2007