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If you are unable to be anything else, be kind; it costs you nothing, but it means everything to someone else.


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Yokai
Poetry / by BastionKnight
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 2 hours ago
...See more Skin of scintillating scales that mantle a lithesome frame. Prismatic scutes adorn its hide in colours with no name. A mane of iridescent flame from nape, along the spine. Graceful claws on dexterous paws in silvered ivory shine. Diaphanous sharp spined fins Ride the tail behind the wings. Majesty in all its limbs. The crown, a crest of rugged horns. The fanged filled jaws sublime. Long flowing whiskers, golden eyes, the symbols of its reign. It hears the call, it flies again.   Unbound it leaps from cloud to cloud then plunges to the sea Then rising, rides the foamy swells that greet the estuary. Thrashing coils the flow become, within river current glides. Invisibly beneath the calm, silently upstream slides. Till river meets sewer spill, Clambering a concrete hill Into air both stale and still. From darkened windscreen, puddles gaze, and building's mirrored sides, Swimming in reflections fast, unheard, unfelt, and yet not free. Its perfumed passing, feathery.   When empty rooms grew vast and void with you alone inside, It wrapped around you, filled the space, and soothed you as you cried. When love's sweet flower grew sick and sour, tears would not end, It lent its heart until yours healed, and slowly helped it mend. When pain was sharp, it was there. When bullies strike, its teeth bare. When hurt or scared, it will care. Standing vigil as you begged agony and grief to end. It listened to the hated secrets that shame makes you hide Whispering to restore your pride.   How can I say this thing exists with such strong conviction. What makes me sure this is more than just a pleasant fiction. They once were more in times before our doubt pulled down a veil Till one by one their time was done, reduced to fairy-tale. Yet I know that one remains Standing guard to fight the banes. Tearing at our hidden chains. So, if you ever come across a strange pearlescent scale, Dare to let yourself dream in the face of contradiction. For hope is a kind affliction.
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Ballad of the Unsaid
Poetry / by BastionKnight
Last post
 January 10th
...See more Once more to shore by rotted oar The prow beached at that knotted coast. The threshold of an unseen door. And drifting like an unclean ghost. White crested waves with frenzied force Dashed on the jagged envied cliffs. Their passion spent without remorse. No aching heart could doubt their kiss. Each swell pulls with receding heave, As if to grasp and pleading say "Stay-stay, stay-stay, do not tempt grief, That lies along the unkempt way". Deaf to reason and heeding not. Proceeding, needing, speeding on. A mansion formed from dreams forgot A place that seems that screams belong. The only haunting howls therein, Comes not from some dark, prowling beast. Unconscious craving under skin From fragment hopes and wonder pieced. And languid on a thorny throne, The Sluagh prince in tawny cloak. With Midnight eyes in hollow bone, And frame dissolving as though smoke. He points. The bloom converts from weeds, So bright the light, it hurts to see. Clutched by the glove-clad zealous needs And wrapped in love-mad jealousy. Thus sitting hunched with cradled light, And lost within that fabled sleep. To only fear the ending night, And fiercer loss impending deep. Such happiness feels undeserved, A devotee that kneels in awe Affection given unreserved. A wish to live in, wanting more. 
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Appreciation of Unsung Legends
Poetry / by BastionKnight
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 3 days ago
...See more Just a little rhyme as a thank you to some excellent people (@Innatejoy, @SolitaryBird, @blueLemon, @Tinywhisper11, @azurepond, @withpeACE, @TheSunisUpTheSkyisBlue, @halcyonCloud), as perhaps they are not acknowledged as often as they deserve. There are many more awesome people out there too, but my little brain can only scrabble together so many lines before it turns to scrambled jelly. A secret wood that maybe you pass through; Serenity and innate joy its grace. For there the Sun is up, the sky is blue, Across which a halcyon cloud might race, Ever changing, as on the zephyr blew. Nestled beneath the canopy's embrace, A reed cloaked azure pond, bejewelled with dew, Pristine mirror of celestial face. The wind, with tiny whisper calls to you. Here each fear may you now with peace replace. Enchanted beyond wildest dreams this view; A blue lemon would not seem out of place In this den of singing ash, oak, and yew, And sunlit cobwebs dance like liquid lace. A solitary bird sits watching you Which calms the heart to a sedentary pace.
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Lesson learned
Poetry / by BastionKnight
Last post
 December 31st
...See more Heave the weighty coat of chain, Don the breastplate's breathless chest. Straps of leather taught with strain. Begloved hands in gauntlets pressed. Slam the visor, seal me in. Steel become my second skin. Raise the ramparts squat and thick; Crenellations, Parapets. Shrink the world to arrow-slits. Bury deep the oubliettes. Raise the drawbridge, flood the moat. Gorget round this castle's throat. Build upon the mountain bluff. Hew the fort from living rock. Smash the path to rubbled rough. Bar each door and seal each lock. Lower pennants, let them lie, And look away from the sky. It was unwise to ride out, To roam without armour on, From the strong secure redoubt, Learn too late, what's done is done. Under stone and iron hide, Never venture back outside.
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(Not yet named)
Poetry / by BastionKnight
Last post
 December 31st
...See more I did not know that I was suffocating Until in you swept and were the air. Nor could I pinpoint what was sorely missing, 'til with your absence, it was not there. An ache that's filling every last part of me. How insistently it permeates. Unbidden surrender given willingly, As self into want melts then conflates. A hunger that knows no end, fed by the feast. Each second of bliss fuelling desire. The thirst that drives to madness the drowning beast In the flames of unquenchable fire.
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The Dark
Poetry / by BastionKnight
Last post
 December 13th, 2024
...See more Hush, hush sweet darkness, don't despair. No sad sibilant sigh, No rueful thoughts, no weighty care, It is just you and I. You are more than the fear filled warning. More than the bridge from dusk till morning, From which wild roiling shapes are forming That freeze and horrify. There, there soft darkness do not cry, They mean you no ill will. Enfolding silent lullaby, Instinctive primal thrill. Within you lights escape their mooring, In velvet aether, dancing, soaring! Enchantment kindled, rushing, pouring! There's magic in you still. When light departs, that void you fill, Awaiting as a friend. And by my side you stay until The night reaches it's end. Your formless cloak upon us sweeping, Persuades the frenzied hearts to sleeping And dreams relieve the souls still weeping. Through lonely streets you wend. Fret not, oh darkness I'll defend, I shall not cede your hill. Misunderstood, unfairly penned By voices loud and shrill. You're not the teeth, nor do the biting. No, neither flesh or spirit smiting, But their imagination fighting. They tilt at their windmill. Shush, shush kind darkness let's distil That which engenders smiles. Transforming dread, instead instil With love, no more reviles. No more should it be just you chasing. Towards you arms outstretched are racing, Those once who cringed, but we're replacing. With ardent lygophiles.
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Lots, many, some.
Poetry / by BastionKnight
Last post
 December 9th, 2024
...See more A quadrillion stars, (they estimate), comprise the endless night. Yet they're outnumbered ten to one by all the dreams we set to flight.  The trillions of the human cells, we count at thirty seven. But days till Christmas seemed much larger when we were still eleven. Eight billion people share this world, with more arriving daily. Small sum compared to all the rest that's shelled, feathered, furred or scaly. A year it takes for the heart to beat thirty five million times! Still from love it cannot break, a prison that frees as it confines. Over seven thousand languages are spoken now. Wow! Who Knew? Which means there must be much more ways to say a simple "I love you". One hundred percent / The whole of it / Entirety of the cake. Strange then to say "Give 110!". More than there is to take!? 10 years a decade identified by its art, music, and clothes, Nostalgically parcelled in neat little slots, trends fleetingly flows. And now we reach units, nine down to one, looking ever so small. Yet One is YOU, unique in existence. Thus, most precious of all.
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Where do poems come from?
Poetry / by BastionKnight
Last post
 December 9th, 2024
...See more Clutch Ephemera, gossamer wisp. Ghosts of emotions, intangible. Poured from burning beating crucible, Distilled to essence of syllable. Resurrected raw, sharp, and blinding crisp.
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