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Polar Mar 2016
There is a word

More powerful than any other...

Mythologised,

Romanticized,

Deified.

Men would fast for it,

Fight for it,

Live for it,

Die for it,

In hopes it could be passed

From one generation to the next.

Religions have been founded on it.

Countries went to war for it.

Way before Tolkien devised one ring to rule them all

There was a word,

Whispered and screamed.

The word was peace.

All I ask

Is don't tell me

Show me.
Polar Mar 2016
There's beauty in the night time

That no one else see's

There's an orchard in the forest

That whispers in the breeze.

There's a place I often go to

Known only by me

If I get to know you better

I might just let you see.
Polar Feb 2016
As I sat upon a mountain glade

I chanced upon a fairy raid.

There's beauty and joy and danger to see,

Danger at least for a mortal like me.

Though music was played I could hear none

As Sunday's faded and moonlight shone.

The Fairy King and Queen passed on by,

Raised upon oak leaves, servants held them high.

I saw fairies drink from acorn cups provided by the trees,

Though tired and thirsty none was offered,

From any of them to me.

Then the fairies arose and formed a ring

And a tiny creature began to sing.

Soon the dancing was fast and free

I was dizzy but watched with glee.

Then all too soon the dawn light appeared

And before my eyes the fairies cleared.

I felt forlorn to see them go

Fairy folk put on quite a show.

Where they went to I can't be sure

I'll only tell you what I saw.
This is one of a set I have written. I thought hard about posting this in light of people stealing work but my work is all copyrighted and as a member of a writing group I have independently documented proof that this is mine So No Stealing!!
Polar Feb 2016
I am poor, alone and naked,
I've no fire.
The lilac polar gloom
Is all around me...

I recite my poems
I shout them
The trees, bare and deaf,
Are frightened.

Only the echo from the distant mountains
Rings in my ears.
And with a deep sigh
I breathe easily again.


Victor Shalamov 1907-1982
Victor was a Russian writer, journalist, poet and gulag survivor.
Polar Feb 2016
My most dear lord, king and husband,
The hour of my death now drawing on, the tender love I owe you forceth me, my case being such, to commend myself to you, and to put you in remembrance with a few words of the health and safeguard of your soul which you ought to prefer before all worldly matters, and before the care and pampering of your body, for the which you have cast me into many calamities and yourself into many troubles. For my part, I pardon you everything, and I wish to devoutly pray God that He will pardon you also. For the rest, I commend unto you our daughter Mary, beseeching you to be a good father unto her, as I have heretofore desired. I entreat you also, on behalf of my maids, to give them marriage portions, which is not much, they being but three. For all my other servants I solicit the wages due them, and a year more, lest they be unprovided for. Lastly, I make this vow, that mine eyes desire you above all things.
Katharine the Quene.
7 January 1536
This is the last letter Katharine wrote to Henry. Its magnanimity is proof that the queen’s much-vaunted piety was sincere. However, she was not averse to a few rebukes. Henry had treated her horribly and she had not seen their daughter for years. But Katharine’s capacity for forgiveness was great, as was her self-delusion; in this letter, she again attributes his love for Anne Boleyn to mere physical desire.
Henry openly celebrated her death and she was buried as Dowager Princess of Wales in Peterborough Cathedral. In light of this, the last line of her letter becomes especially tragic. While she may have desired a visit with him above all else, Henry was only too happy to learn of her death. It is probable, too, that his harsh treatment of Katharine hastened her decline.
Polar Feb 2016
Do not incur the wrath of trees

Or sticks will scratch you in a breeze

Branches fall

And knock you out

With not a sound

Or warning shout.

If you are wise

Be in no doubt

Trees can give you

Quite a clout.
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