Medieval Prose by sirpeterjames.com
Along the trail of wilderness wandered I ,my heart did cry, who am, I who am I?
Yet no reply, no reply came to my reporte. Yet did the wind call in its flight yonder.
Is this the voice I seek, the voice of my thoughtse? Nay, surely not; the wind is but a knave seeking willful sporte.
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‘Syanibingelela wena umpi omkhulu’
We salute you great warrior.
Many battles, were fought by you
Many were the victories you came by
Yes, your greatest were the bar you crossed this last night.
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The Layde Scarlett – A poem by Sir Peter James dotcom
Scarlet, fairest of all maidens, that I perchance have set eyes upon. Within whose breasts beats a heart of care and tenderness
Whose warm eyes have called out the cold sorrow from within my heart, to an embrace so inviting, that my fears were pulled from the flames of anger burning within me. Fears who knew their berthing in my innermost, since I were in my mother’s womb. Drawing my heart to a place of calm waters and shady trees. Where my soul was stilled and my heart filled with peace and joy; a place where sorrows’ no longer reign.
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Ode in honor of all those who war with demons of substance addiction to rescue their fellow humans, before these seek the solace of their own deaths.
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