Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
Edgar Allan Poe

Poetry, i can't write it to save my life, i am a picture person expressing my feelings through graphics but Master can and does.. and with His permission i would like to add a few of his D/s poems to this section. His full works can be found in his own site, you can find a link in the left side navigation bar.

Other pieces are those i have come across and find that they touch me for various reasons so i shall include some of those also.

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Sleep, sweet cleo
Fear not
Your darkest dreams.
For I will guard you
When it seems
Defences fall away.
Relax and rest
Until your mind
Has purged the worst
Of thoughts placed there
By those who do not care.

And I will wait.
As cleo sleeps
I marvel at her innocence,
And kiss her lips.
She turns, and sighs
So fragile like a child
Just born.
Sleeps safely as I
Hold her in my arms, this
My duty till the dawn

©Master Gharlane

So delicate oft in pleasant sunlight waits
As lovely as the blossoms by the picket gate
She is the glory in the summer's garden show
A fragrance that is heady yet, quite slow
Insinuates into the senses deep
And leaves a memory that this mind can keep
Of wondrous days in warming midday sun
And blissful evenings spent in one to one
And everlasting yet her fragrance stays
Inside my mind supportive in the days
When I am not with her the scent is still
My Kentish Maid, has made me yet fulfilled

©Master Gharlane

 

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.
--Jean Anouilh