Joan of Arc

I was just thirteen years old, a young maid
A peasant girl at that, who for most of the time,

Tended the animals in the fields, on my father’s farm,

In my hometown, Domremy France,

Then one day to my surprise visits from angels,

With messages from on high. Saying,

You have been chosen, to lead France to victory,

Against the English, in war

Why me! With no military training? I said,

God has seen your dedication, and spirit,

Your love towards the Catholic Church,

Now go to the Crowned Prince Charles,

Convincing him that it is by these visions, you are led.

Because we have seen France, torn apart far too long,

At the age of sixteen, my journey began,

Cutting my hair down, and dressed as a man,

I vowed chastity, and knew the plan,

In white armour, on a white horse,

I rode to conquer, I rode to win,

My victories spread far and wide, with armies and followers.

My mission, my destiny, to save France,

To expel the enemy, of overwhelming importance,

Battle after battle, conquer after conquer,

Nothing could stop me now, my confidence grew,

And God by my side, the English were being defeated,

My reputation spread far and wide,

I was becoming so much too powerful,

For my own good, and so much,

Too strong, by the grace of God.

That a trial was brought forth against me,

By the people whom I led, how could, this be such a thing,

Seventy charges of witchcraft and heresy,

Imprisonment they said! Oh how my heart bled,

No attempts of help from the Prince,

No rescue, he said,

Or he too would be discredited,

Cut off from his head,

I was imprisoned one year, and feared for my life,

Forced to sign a treaty,

Denying all divine intervention and guidance from God”

A death sentence was pronounced, I was led,

Fastened to the stake,

Burnt in the flames, until my body was dead.

Wendy Jae Rhymer

The Title's Called Love

Their story had been written,

The book to be read,
Engagement announced,
In marriage he said,
Kneeling to the floor,
This chapter and more
Dance with me darling
This verse to the floor,
Come my darling,
Champagne I shall pour,
Their love came together,
With times to explore,
The bride was ready,

Treasures in her drawer,
Engagements and plans,
Banns read out,
Their love was so special,
No one could doubt,
The day had arisen,
Her beauty adorned,
Invitations written,
Announcements sworn,
Excitement and nerves
She stands at the door,
The limo is coming.
Flowers from the store,
The bridegroom awaits,
Church bells applaud,
The trail of her dress,
She walks down the aisle,
A glance from the crowd,
She gives them a smile,
He looked at his love,
She came to his side,
With happiness and joy,
Looked at his bride,
Took hold of her hand,
Blessings bestowed,
Placed on her finger,
A ring of pure gold,
Read out their vows.
To have and to hold,
From this day forth
For evermore.
Confetti was poured.
The bride took a glance,
She held back her tears
The congregation looked,
With spontaneous cheers,
Everything was ready,
Cake in three tiers,
Bells sounded out,
To their bow bell ears,
Bridesmaids in waiting,
Bouquet to be claimed,
The horses were drawn
Speeches were made,
Music played,
They danced on the stage.
True love had been made,
The ending was told.
He stood there so bold,
His wife. their life.
The story told.
Love had surrendered,
The book remembered.

Wendy Jae