Treasure Island

Taher Shemaly

(17/8/1980 / Kuwait)

Andre


According to the legends, of days so old
there was a hero, of might and ego

His name was Andre the handsome lad
a courageous man and a stubborn fellow

Upon his arms goats and sheeps could hold
and flexible with smooth body as a willow

Our hero's heart upon his palm he did put
when he saw the cherry walking from the window

Out of his castle the knight did storm
down to her feet he was planted like an arrow

For customs of days of old as was told
that a lover for his love must bend so low

The story continues anyhow about our hero
the handsome lad of the might and ego

The cherry upon his heart did not have a mercy
nor a pitty did we hear of or ever did know

She said pardon moi mon cherry the mighty
my father is Radolf the king, I guess you know

The one who promised to fight this land
until the day that we might upon him have a sorrow

The dove of his heart couldn't behold its cage
and upon his tongue she did make the furrow

Oh my sun, oh my moon, he did say in hurry
I can not behold for your love reached the marrow

Come to see my father the king and ask
I might with some trick be yours to follow

With no hesitation the man he walked in behind
his tongue was tied and his brain was out of glow

In the king's palace with his ministers
our hero stood to ask for proposal there in below

The Father of the land did issue his command
you mighty hero to our armies must belong and follow

The poor although of his shock couldn't refuse
for as we said before her love reached his marrow

Few days came and the armies of the two
did meat in a battlefield full of sorrow

Dwell dwell, our hero dwell, and quarrel
against your countrymen fight with your claw

But out of sudden in a horrible moment
everyone with armour noticed that the hero did bellow

What a misery looking shape it was that time
to see the mightest of all with a face so yellow

The pikes nor swords did leave space in his body
and inspite of his armoury his body was made hollow

After the battlefield was cleared it was announced
in lands far and near the news crossed every meadow

The diamond of Radolf got married in a holy wedding
and poor Andre, travelled to a dark spot that was so narrow

Submitted: Friday, April 15, 2005

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  • warner treuter (5/19/2010 9:45:00 AM)

    A lyrical reminder that love can be dangerous, and that there is a way in which at least some people can love too much. Hardly anything left of poor Andre but empty space. Quite some battle. Quite some story. (Report) Reply

  • Rania Hammoud (1/7/2010 2:11:00 PM)

    It's really a great poem u write so well, and hav a gd background about past cultures.The story is interesting, good style in narration, with keeping the rhyme all the poem long.I most liked these verses.
    down to her feet he was planted like an arrow
    that a lover for his love must bend so low
    can not behold for your love reached the marrow
    and upon his and inspite of his armoury his body was made hollow
    tongue she did make the furrow
    And i liked so much ur poem (After You) but it didn't work to leave a comment there i dunno know why. (Report) Reply

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