Tag: poem

Hark, awaken and heed now your clan’s call,
Sieze helm and harness, take up thy sword,
War is come, a thief in night to hearth and hall
Forth clansmen, to arms to war for lands and lord

Hallowed hills of emerald, fair and green,
Purest waters of shimmering sapphire blue,
No fairer freer lands shall ere be seen
Nor hearts greater more valiant and true

What fool, what knave shall arise to roil
Our tranquil lands and generous hearts,
To take that earned by good honest toil
And feel the wrath of warriors arts?

Arise ye clans to anger, hearts sore enraged,
With valor, with might, shall battle be waged.

© 2009 – 2020, Tim Boothby. All rights reserved.

Canst thou feel the music soaring sweet
and unbounded joy of this song-lit heart?
Truly blessed, with fortune full replete,
cup brimming with all life may impart.

I am sore unworthy of such favor,
a man of the most base common clay.
Why give me this sweet cup to savor
to wonder when it will be dashed away?

How can fortune favor this unworthy man,
bestowing a heart so wondrous and fair?
What whim of providence crafted this plan,
blending gold and dross to an alloy so rare?

In our pairing sweet alchemy combined
something so different yet purely refined.

© 2009 – 2020, Tim Boothby. All rights reserved.

Deep within my world-weary heart I know,
those that I love are locked fast to my soul,
before I would see their tears sadly flow,
I would give my own blood to pay their toll.

Never hold back and no half-measure,
fortune and life and all I hold dear,
my all and more to those I treasure,
protecting them all from want and fear.

Pity the miser that hoards heart or gold,
a fool thrice damned to be callous and cruel
for love bestows blessings fair to behold,
a wondrous treasure finer than jewels.

Give freely of all that you are my friend,
the rewards are countless, never to end.

© 2009 – 2020, Tim Boothby. All rights reserved.

Dance and fly oh maiden fair,
sing to the stars chase the moon,
loose your heart from former care,
hair silver in the light of the moon.

Bare feet flying fast and free,
through grass green and flowing,
boundless joy beneath the trees,
all silver brightly glowing.

© 2009 – 2020, Tim Boothby. All rights reserved.

Life, like seasons, slowly passes onward
As childhood hopes transform to mature dreams
Never standing, ever moving forward
As simple plans transform to complicated schemes.

© 2009 – 2020, Tim Boothby. All rights reserved.

© 2009 – 2020, Tim Boothby. All rights reserved.