I would weave words wistfully with windingVines that verify veracities and view vistas worth Finding, freely flying,  far-flung,  fear-free and fineBeyond  basic borders binding bodies below.

 Garden Collection Grass Did you know     that         silver silky hairs             march the length                   of a blade of grass         pacing out the paths             of the parallel                    veins?   If every blade of grass      were a miniature spearwhat a war the world      would wage against us!    Autumn willow    wind-whispering         willow wands               weeping with winterness crying leaves. Autumn Leaves Rustling, rusty, rashlyswirling, swaying, swiftlygliding, glowing, gladlyfainting, falling, frayedlycrunching, crushing, crisplycrazy-colouredAutumn leaves. Marigold Merry, gold   marigold       merrily           growing goldLiving gold   dying gold      captivating         sun-goldBudding gold   growing old      marigolden         merry gold.  Moss mossgreenmosssoftmossmoistminiature   grassgreen      fieldforfaeriefair         forfaeriefun.

This is specially for Jerry (SpaceMonkey)
 The Day of Delfaras The cry went forth across the land:  Delfaras in despair!The mighty RM Guild had come to wreak it's vengeance there. And all the people wailed and fled before that cruel tide.But Skorg stood firm, the mighty Orc, and forth he bid us ride. We rode that day from near and far, o'er desert, hill and vale.And Skorg declared the battle terms for honor to prevail. The air was filled with rasp of steel as weapons were made readyAnd incantations round us laid to keep intention steady. The moment had arrived at last, a time of reckoningWith fearsome clash of sword and shield, with arrow's deadly zing. But RM held us off at first, and oh, my heart did quailSkorg held us firm, and spurning fear, he bid us all prevail. The battle raged and we gained ground against the enemy, And hope had dawned within my heart; Delfaras would be free. Yet even as that hope had dawned, too quickly was it quenchedAs RM spurned the honor terms and victory from us wrenched. The force unleashed from RM Guild was more than we could standBut still we fought with strength and zeal against that evil hand. We did not win the final push, but damage dealt to allWho stood against us. Soon, my friend, yea, soon we'll see them fall. Hail to the mighty DOA, a Guild with honor brightWho hold the world of Chantra dear and win the greater fight.

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Aware I hold the ocean in my heart,The wind in my hair.My feet remain firm on the rocks Or thrill to the caress of sand and grass.My arms are filled with flowers and forestsAnd my eyes contain the sky.The rising of the sun is in my waking,The gentle light of moon and stars in my sleep.I dream the turning of the seasons;Sing the song of life and death and life.

Moments For just one moment in the weary dayCome, lift your head, and breathe in deepThe fragrance of the earth – red clayThat 'neath the sun may seem to sleep,But harbours in her depth the seeds Of spring and for our kindness pleads. For one brief moment pause, and see the lightThat plays, unwitting, o'er the blades and tinesOf cutlery 'twixt rainbowed bubbles – brightWith childhood memories, where all that shinesIs treasure of the purest kindFrom little games of seek-and-find. Stay! Just a moment stay – and see the face:The lines of care, the furrowed brow of painThat pleads before you now to slow the pace;To take a little time and thereby gainThat fellowship of heart – a balmTo passing years, imparting calm. Seize for yourself a moment in this timeThat stretches spring-to-ancient-winter wideAnd let it fill with wonder and sublimeDelight to be alive. For heav'n may hideIn memories with joy retrievedAnd precious moments thus perceived.

What Dragons What dragons will arise with me today Unfurling restless wings within my breast,
And, eager for expression, seek to play
Between my words and deeds with dragon zest?
Perchance 'twill be Defender, red with rage
At some unkindly word or hurtful deed.
But then may come the silver-blue of Sage,
With haiku'd insight hiding wisdom's seed.
Or he of burnished bronze and green and gold -
The Nature Wyvern - may call me to find
A path by leafy, sunlit creek and hold
The lizards dear. They, too, are dragon-kind. 'Tween word and deed, with glinting scale and claw
The dragons rise, dispensing dragon-lore.

Tyranny Before the whistling, whetted edge of bladeDivides the silver thread of sense and soul,And life is left unfettered and un-wholeWith whispered urgings of the unheard shade;Before this dread and darkest hour of allThere is a thought that grows in strength of words,That finds a form in ink, like dark-winged birds Across a page that cringes at the fallOf pen-tip. Oh, that pen so wielded here!What power drips in ink on this bleak leaf,This strength to end the life of saint or thiefAnd keep the mobs immobilized in fear? Now, this I know: when faced with restless hordeThe lowly pen is mightier than the sword. 

Hi all
I\'m here because Jerry...who was Skorg back in the day....the leader of probably the only guild in an online game that actively encouraged poetry and who made me the first honorary bard...And although this is meant to be my intro not his, I can\'t help adding this here for old times\' sake:Da Beast You want to know what makes a beast?Our Skorg, you know, he's not the least.He stands a head above the restHis armour's grand - it's quite the bestPerhaps this makes a beast.... You ask me now what makes a beastI've seen Skorg eat - devour a feastOf bones and meat and beer and allLeft-over foes who took a fall .. .Maybe this makes a beast... I wonder now what makes a beast?Now Skorg, he talks from west to eastAnd  whispers some, has chat rooms going,While grinding hard , and drops are flowing...Perchance this makes a beast . . . I think I know what makes a beastAnd makes our Skorg the beast released!A heart of gold and will of steelDedication, mirth and zeal.Yes, this makes a BEAST.

(I hope I don\'t need to explain gaming parlance, but if I do -grinding in this case means killing critters for experience to level up your character, and drops are item drops - things that can be sold for gold in the game)

That said - I am a mother of three sons - youngest nearly 14 and on the autistic spectrum, middle nearly finished school, and eldest almost finished his degree in politics and policy. I am an anaesthetics nurse and like to joke that that makes me a necromancers\' assistant, since anaesthetists kill and resurrect people all day long (sort of). 
I also write. there is a link to my blog in my profile, and I have been a member of the Fellowship of Australian Writers(FAW) more or less since we arrived in Australia from South Africa nearly ten years ago. I\'ve had a few things published here and there - poems, a bit of writing on writers block in a book put out by FAW, and over the years I\'ve learnt heaps.