I just sit upon a writing desk, and write. And then, I tell stories. Legends of long ago.
A Celtic Tale of Forgiveness
Art by Mac Harshberger (1900-1975)
Isolde of Ireland
winsome, sultry - lovely
arrived at Tintagel
with Tristan, of Lyonese
champion, full of chivalry
with her, so gentle
beguiling harpist
nephew of Marc
King of Cornwall
his liege, his uncle
welcomed Isolde
her hands so cold
the conqueror held
her hands in glove
the deepest cut
by the ones so dear
their cruel betrayal
Marc left his gloves
for her, the beloved forgiven
for him, his sword at his disposal
the sign never to return
Words by ninotaziz
Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.
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Written for the Magpie Tales. Happy New Year, One and all!
Merry Christmas, One and All
Send my heartfelt message throughout the world, Cupid...
Dearest dearest friends from Magpie Tales, Microfiction Mondays,
Poets United, One Shot Poetry, Writer's Island and all,
Merry Christmas, Happy New Year
A joyous time, my new found friends
Silent Nights to cherish
Willow, my desert rescuer
The awesome Brian Miller
All giving soul - Sherry
Robert, you are the man!
Ilyanka, thank you, girl
Gentle soul sister, Carrie
Pamela in Mexico
Susan in Ireland
Arian- the one and only
Leslie, the Moondustwriter
Oh the hilarious Stafford Ray
Gay, On The Beachanny
Thom, with heart of gold
Sylvia K, friendship spinner
Fireblossom - the fiery
Elizabeth who celebrates
And Ollie, quite a good guy
This Christmas, find Mary!
And Berowne, The Bard expert
Herb Alyette, how are you?
Weasel, who is so with it!
Prayer Girl, I pray for you
Hey Brigid and Lena
And the gentle Nimaruichi
Adam Dustus, how are you?
Someone Is Special IS special
And thank you always, Pete
Pauline, Sue J and Niamh
Startrek buff, Bill
Busy Mum, Hillary
Monkey Man monkeying
G-man, for all of us
Lovely thoughts, Gautami
Jingle, surely this is
The season that embraces you
And dearest dearest Gabi
Madam Butterfly, the incredible
Hi there, man of wit - Glenn
And stay lovely, Jinsky
Helen, always there
Annell, give me a smiley!
Merry Xmas, Rikka Infinity
Ellen aka Ella, my dear
Strong willed Diane
Dear dear Mary - be happy!
The Odd Inkwell, mysterious
Tumblewords, oh! what genius
Whoa, I miss Anthony!
Begin again Suz, love your words
And darling Theresa
I love Chocolate Chips!
Stand up for Everyday Goddess
She who embraces chaos
b k mackenzie!
Let us not forget Claudia
And Sender Up Words
Just Me Kristie
Thank you Kavita
And Mr Know-It-All
From my PU group, Bill
Mary writing in the Bachs
Rene, not the rockefellas
Kathe, with snappy repartee
Viv In France, all snowy
Rel reminiscing in New York
And in Trinidad, is Bee!
All of you, Christmas is the time
For giving all, giving love
All over the world, the time to be merry?
To love - One and all!
Written for Christmas, the merriest ever! And I share one of my favorite Christmas songs...still makes me teary after all these years...
My garden
My garden, my true solace
Here I embrace
The wind, and scents
That envelope the space
Paradise on earth
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Written for the Thursday Think Tank
For the prompt : Smell
A wondrous tale
Once there was a storyteller who spun the most beautiful fairytales.
One day, a boy, not too short and not too tall came to see the storyteller and said,"I would like to live forever, Sir." And the wise storyteller replied, "I will do this for you if you help me send a message to my enemy, the Enchantress."
"She is beautiful beyond compare, but is evil and those caught in her lair stay there. Forever."
The storyteller continued,"The Enchantress wants more than anything else in this world, a wizard in the shape of a cat which stays in the black and white mansion."
"To go to the mansion, take this road until you see the moon. Enter the mansion, and you will see a lady dining with a leopard. Ignore her."
"Then you will enter a chequered room. There is a girl. And a cat. You must bow to her and say, "Good morning my lady.Tell me what your heart desires."
"The little girl will cry and tell you she wants to see her sister, the Lady of The Forest."
Words by ninotaziz
Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
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You will have to continue the story from here onwards.
Written for The Writer's Island for the prompt "Wondrous".
Written for The Writer's Island for the prompt "Wondrous".
The Old Ways
sometimes the old
ways are best
of all our days
are numbered
in exhaled breath
and gentle sighs
whispered upon
my brow, a frown
escapes tenderly
the butterfly
caught within
the spider web
that glistens anew
in the morning dew
Words by ninotaziz
Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.
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Written for lovers, old and new
You are forgiven
Forgive me for being blind
To the existence of this lie
Forgive me for being silent
When you are crying for answers
Forgive me when I disappear
While you are wrought with anger
Forgive me for holding you close
When you are confused the most
To the existence of this lie
Forgive me for being silent
When you are crying for answers
Forgive me when I disappear
While you are wrought with anger
Forgive me for holding you close
When you are confused the most
Forgive me for drawing you in
The lair of passion within
Forgive me for not letting go
Because I love you so
This is what I hear when you do not speak
This is what I hear when you do not speak
What I read that can’t escape your sweet lips
Words by ninotaziz
Copyright 2011 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.
Words by ninotaziz
Copyright 2011 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.
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Written for the Thursday Think Tank over at Poets United.
Not exactly what you were looking for, but what came to mind.
Inspirational Poetry in Motion: Gregory Colbert
"Ashes and Snow, de l'artiste canadien Gregory Colbert, est une installation d'œuvres photographiques, cinématographiques et d'un récit épistolaire qui voyage dans le Nomadic Museum, une structure temporaire construite spécialement pour l'exposition. Ce travail explore les sensibilités poétiques communes des hommes et des bêtes.En date de juillet 2009, Ashes and Snow a été vue par plus de 10 millions de personnes, devenant ainsi l'exposition d'un artiste vivant la plus visitée de l'histoire de l'art."
Dancing With Elephants
Swimming with The Manatee
Feather to Fire
Merci beaucoup Pan.
Dancing With Elephants
Swimming with The Manatee
Feather to Fire
Merci beaucoup Pan.
The first sign of snow, 1983
The air - crisp and biting
Snowflakes on the way to school
White blanket pavement
"Nino, are you sure this is
Your first snowball fight ever!"
Laughter, hits, misses - cheers
Blueberry pancake, maple syrup
A frozen tree in the backyard
Blizzard and snow, three feet deep
Trip to Buffalo, Christmas gifts
Running around red traffic lights
Studying together til midnight
The magnificent Niagara Falls
Frozen, crashing deep below
Maid of the Mist magic
Above all, open arms in friendship
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I dedicate this Magpie Tale to my Canadian friends of Thorold Secondary School
Chris McInnis, twins Debbie & Barb, Mike Honcoop, Larry, my bio lab partner, Sam and many many others.
Symmetrical
Parallel angles
Breathe in tandem
Heartbeats racing
Escaping sigh mingle
Adrenaline rush
Moment in time
Right here waiting
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Written for the PPP challenge over at One Stop Poetry
Jeanne d'Arc
Jeanne d'Arc, slip of a saint
Led France to victory
Hundred Year War pain
But kings are afraid
Of truth and beauty
Burned her at the stake
Jeanne d'Arc, un saint belle
Conduit la France à la victoire
Guerre de Cent Ans de la douleur
Le Valois et le Plantegenet
Mais les rois ont peur
De la vérité et la beauté
son brûlé sur le bûcher
Une jeune fille de dix-neuf ans
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Written for Microfiction Mondays - a historical place to be
My name is Questrina
My name is Questrina
And I seek Earth's
Most illustrious treasures
Five in all
A single magical snowflake
Upon the world's pavements
At the moment before it melts
It holds the secret of life
I seek to capture the innocence
Of a child's wondrous heart
Open to magic and creation
Transcending disbelief
The essence of the earth
Lies in a leaf fluttering in the wind
Buried within your dwindling forest
The power to heal
Diving into the deep blue
I need to find a salt crystal
That contains the earth's wisdom
That holds all together
Most sacred, pray listen hard
The memories of the world
Thousands of voices of the past
Legends that have come to pass
Precious beyond words.
Words by ninotaziz
Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.
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Written for The Writer's Island and the Magpie Tales.
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