my old airplane
My old Terratorn TA, Cable braced Ultralight.

Would that I had wings
By Jolene Artemis ©Dec. 2000

Would that I had wings to fly
As all the birds aloft on high,
Kings of the air, soaring with ease
Flying the dream on a day's gentle breeze.

I watch them fly 'round
And fly to and fro
I watch them in wonder
As they put on their show.

I watch and I wonder,
Wherein sad regret
Has left me complacent
Enough to forget.

The Summer has passed and the Winter has come
Reminds I've wasted a whole Summer's run
On waiting and hoping for another good day
And while I sat waiting it had gotten away.

So, next time the wishing of wings comes to mind,
I'll remember the friends that are giving and kind
Who have aircraft aplenty to take me up there
And share in my dream to fly without care.

Gods bless my flyer friends, one and all.

Tortured Soul by Jartemis

Dream The Night Wind
© Jolene Artemis 1999

Desperate measures,
Demon screams,
Invading thoughts,
Invading dreams.

License to Tear
At my weakened will,
The warmth replaced
With bitter chill.

I raged and fought
And held to hope,
But, mere survival
Cut the rope...

That link to
All the living ones
And allow the dead
To call me home.

I scream and tear
At what remains
I tug and pry
To break these chains.

They hold me fast,
Iron, cold as ice,
And alter each throw
Of the dice.

So when the darkness
Comes to call,
I'll fight, and hope
I will not fall.

There's none to catch me
None but me,
Who care enough
To rescue me.

And so, to me,
The fight will come,
I fear that
Chaos has already won.

Dark Horse

The Great Ride
by J.ARTEMIS ©2000
For my daughter, Zoya

The story of my life is but a tale to be told,
of wishes to horses to beggars who rode,
of sugar and spice with arms opened wide,
along with all memories, a source of all pride.

For her let me put all past grief aside
not let it remain herein to abide
but set it all down upon paper here
in most earnest hopes it will all disappear.

For isn’t it true that the past can’t be changed,
that only the future of us shall remain
where all of our passion should be loosed from it’s cage,
not wasted in sorrow or yesterday’s rage.

For now let me ride with the horse ‘neath me, Run!
‘Til all the day’s squandered with the fast fading sun.
Let my heart leap with fire for the morrow’s delight
and the past I'll leave rightly behind in the night.

Crowley's Fortune

A Moment Of Chance
© Jolene Artemis 1999

A test of luck
Perchance of skill
The ultimate test of
My 'Free Will.'

To step up lively
Dare to Chance,
Dare to dream,
That I can dance.

The floor was solid
'Neath my feet
As I swayed, felt
The rythmic beat...

Who would have thought
The floor could be
Deceptive, slippery
And fooling me.

Me, the Master,
Of Grand Design
Bested by a fool,
Blatant as a neon sign!

Ha Ha! Says I
To wit once more
The best is bested
At her door.

But, dwelling in
The mist is done,
The Fool to thank
For Damage done.

Alone may still be
The safest bet
But less fun than
This life can get.

And one too sheltered
Is often lost
Trapped deep inside,
Too dear a cost.

So let the dance
Commence again,
With stronger heed
To where I've been.

Though I'll not dance
With fools or fakes,
Who've yet to learn
From their own mistakes.

The Rite

Wisconsin, Farewell
By Jolene Ramage © 1999

The summer scent of fresh cut grass,
A gentle breeze to help me pass
The peaceful midday hours at ease,
Capture a moment of days like these.

Wisconsin summer, blazing hot
Followed by thunderstorms begot
Late in the hours of the night
To leave the morrow shining bright.

Swirling clouds in a cool blue sky,
Treetops dance in winds on high,
I'll miss this place, Wisconsin, "home"
Whatever future paths I roam.

Mid-west autumn, when I was born
Returns each year, as if to mourn
Summer's passing in vibrant hues,
Wisconsin's way to sing the blues.

A lifetime's worth I leave behind,
And memories kept in frozen time,
Just like Wisconsin's winter chill
In sparkling white when all is still.

I will remember……

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