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Colyne's Poetry: Napping War Point
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Wednesday, July 29, 2015. By THLaird Colyne Stewart, July AS 50 (2015). Oh for my Queen I lay my head. Upon a pillow in my bed. As though this year I am not there. At Pennsic in the summer air. At Queen’s command I doze and nap. With sleeping dog’s head in my lap. Across the land we slumber all. For to our Queen we are in thrall. At royal word we go to sleep. Swift into dreams so strange and deep. I do my part for kingdom fair. All while I clutch my Septy bear. Posted by Todd H. C. Fischer.
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Colyne's Poetry: August 2015
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Monday, August 10, 2015. By THLaird Colyne Stewart, AS 50 (2015). For Mistress Ysemay Sterling, who was made a Baroness of the Court at Pennsic 2015. A crown upon a noble brow. Bestowed before assembled crowd. To show the worth of one so dear. Oh Ysemay, of eternal cheer,. In glory bright, with honour filled,. Rewarded as the Royals willed. Posted by Todd H. C. Fischer. Thursday, August 6, 2015. For Baroness Eleanor von Atzinger upon being named a Vigilant of the Order of the Pelican. The wolf pack came ...
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Colyne's Poetry: April 2014
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Thursday, April 17, 2014. For Eleanor, from Menken. To his Freya went a humble knight,. Wounded sore from honour’ble fight,. In his hand her favour fierce he clasped. Eleanor, my wife, my bride, my life, I am here;. Naught can keep me from you! Her face agleam with boreal light,. Her fingers, long, held his face tight,. Her husband smiled as he rasped. Eleanor, my wife, my bride, my life, I am here;. Naught can keep me from you! She guides him home, her blue eyes bright,. Naught can keep me from you!
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Colyne's Poetry: Guarding the Hearth
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Thursday, July 30, 2015. By THLaird Colyne Stewart, July AS 50 (2015. I cannot hear the sounds of drums. That drive my kin down south. I do not see the pennants fly. On wind of dragon’s mouth. I do not feel the heady thrums. Of nerves in battle’s thrall. I do not taste the dusty sky. That blows throughout it all. I do not smell exotic scents. Or smoke of open fires. I do not, for I have not gone. Down with my fellow squires. And yet I do, I feel, I sense,. I dance the Pennsic score. My spirit is at War.
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Colyne's Poetry: May 2015
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Monday, May 25, 2015. For Quilliam III and Domhnail II. Upon his victory at Crown Tournament. By THLaird Colyne Stewart, May AS 50 (2015). A wolfen duke he was, a countess bold was she,. Down Rising Waters way, they went with sword and shield,. Her favour bore he well upon contested field,. His arm was strong and true, the foe-blood flowed so free,. All who came before him, were forced to take a knee,. Tormot for raven won the northlands golden crown,. Put it where she glad sat, well clad in silken gown,.
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Colyne's Poetry: March 2015
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Friday, March 20, 2015. Dedicated to Gilchrist, Ilsa, Boaz, Ozymandius, O’ber and Fengil. By THLaird Colyne Stewart, March AS 49 (2015). In northern hall the hounds all sit,. Sleek bodies fit for dogs who hunt,. When with a grunt released they fly,. Give voice to cry as swift they go,. The whippets flow through bright green grass,. While greyhounds pass and kennets bay,. Lymers find the prey, elusive,. And then, conclusive, end the game;. So heed their lord and dame, head home,. Who, come the fall. Which...
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Colyne's Poetry: November 2014
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Sunday, November 30, 2014. For Eirik Andersen upon being elevated to the Order of the Pelican. November 2014 (AS 49). By THLaird Colyne Stewart. For Ealdormere Andersen tended. And built and laboured and mended. From city to town he has flown. And under him all this has grown. Like the Pantheon defended. Through trials and hardship he wended,. Any he met were well friended. And all of his works were well sown. Now his knee will be bended. With honour to his name lended;. As he stands before lupine throne.
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Colyne's Poetry: Her Excellency Ysemay
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Monday, August 10, 2015. By THLaird Colyne Stewart, AS 50 (2015). For Mistress Ysemay Sterling, who was made a Baroness of the Court at Pennsic 2015. A crown upon a noble brow. Bestowed before assembled crowd. To show the worth of one so dear. Oh Ysemay, of eternal cheer,. In glory bright, with honour filled,. Rewarded as the Royals willed. Posted by Todd H. C. Fischer. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). For Baroness Eleanor von Atzinger upon being named. The Wolf Pack Came South.
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Colyne's Poetry: For Baroness Eleanor von Atzinger upon being named a Vigilant of the Order of the Pelican
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Thursday, August 6, 2015. For Baroness Eleanor von Atzinger upon being named a Vigilant of the Order of the Pelican. By THLaird Colyne Stewart, August AS 50 (2015). In service she’s known for her toil,. In name of both low-born and royal;. To Crown both loving and loyal;. So El,nor is called with a cheer. At king’s word she bends down to kneel,. Astonished that this could be real,. And great ones bring treasure to heel,. So El’nor is draped with new gear. They speak of her virtues with pride,.
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Colyne's Poetry: June 2014
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Monday, June 30, 2014. By THLaird Colyne Stewart, 2014 (AS 49). Þorfinna, Thor’s finest,. There she stands red-handed,. Life-friend and foe-hammer,. Serpent’s favoured daughter. In spear-din, shield-maiden,. In saga, skald singer,. On cloak her foes flounder,. At Althing friends gather. 8216;Neath sky-candle’s searing,. The gray-coat stands waiting,. Blood-ember flood flowing,. Her fingers ring heavy,. Her arms and hands banded,. Hersir’s mind’s-worth healing,. Below is an annotated version of the poem.
