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236 · Jun 2018
Invisible Ocean
April Jun 2018
The ocean is calm inside of me today
My emotions are cool, collected,
Bluish greenish grey

But the sea is a fickle friend.
Lashing, thrashing, beating
Against the moorings of my boat
As darkness falls

The anchors that I set don’t always hold;
I am adrift upon my inner sea,
As others blow the wind into my sails
That never guide me where I need to go

I lost my only oar so long ago
The wood beneath my my palms is phantom faint;
My arms are weak from lack of self control
And I am lost

The water boils up against my boat
Threatening to draw me down into the dark
From whence I’d not return

But the sea is a fickle friend.
She soothes her storms as swift as they begin
And offers me apology
In sunbeams from the clouds
Instead of rain
235 · Sep 2018
Puppet Dance
April Sep 2018
In circles convoluted still
We poor dumb puppets turn;
The wind, a thief
Of voices, screaming
That which once was ours-
A shrieking cry more animal
Than man.
Time itself is dancing on
The puppet master’s strings.
230 · Mar 2018
Here I Am
April Mar 2018
If each raindrop took a thousand tears
I still would be a storm
If every sob had a whipspers’ voice
I still would be a roar
And if every minute was an age
It still won’t be enough
I know I’ll miss you
And I know I’ll cry
Yet here I am
226 · Aug 2018
Sweet Dreams
April Aug 2018
I dreamt a dream last night
That I was brave
That I could ask the questions
That I need to know

But I am weak
And scared
Of losing what I have if
I push too hard

In my dream I had courage
But dreams must end
And this was but a dream
226 · Sep 2018
Action, Reaction
April Sep 2018
I fear our world is going mad
This place that we call home
With fires, gunshots, protests, panic,
Chaos rules and we react

Our laws mean nothing in the cosmos
Nature cares naught for our lives
I fear the world will end in fire
Lit by flames of our unrest
225 · Jun 2018
Success
April Jun 2018
Remember that the world can love
Remember that the future’s there
Remember that you can succeed
If only you still live
Never stop fighting
221 · Jun 2018
Dear Future Self
April Jun 2018
Dear future self,
Someday I’ll meet you
When I look into a mirror,
And you’ll know it’s me.
Remember me?
That silly ingenue who
Didn’t understand
The ways of life.
Dear future self,
Please don’t hate me
Twenty years from now.
Sincerely yours,
The past
221 · Apr 2018
The Poet
April Apr 2018
I am the poet behind the words
My fingers grasp the pen
My heart is bleeding out in phrases
For the sorrows that I see
215 · Mar 2018
If Only I
April Mar 2018
Only if
If only I
Wishes
Dreams
Are washed away

Tomorrow
Today
And yesterday
Are points on the line
Of time
215 · Jun 2019
James
April Jun 2019
Just a guy I used to know
A face in the crowds of time
Never to be seen again
So why am I crying?

Just a thread of life cut short
A tragic slip of blades
Madness is the face of death
That's why I'm crying
214 · Sep 2018
Time Gone
April Sep 2018
How can I face the passing hours,
Years and days still slipping by?
How to confront the creeping seconds,
Measured now for those I love?
How to accept that time is flowing,
Sweeping past my outstretched palms?
The few who are left are slipping through my hands.
It’s so hard to know that they, too, will leave
214 · Aug 2018
In Nature’s Triumph
April Aug 2018
Frail blades waving, soft in the wind
A triumph of Earth over Man
Strength from the weakest
Whose whispers are lost
In the tramping of conquering soles.
A tuft of grass springs from the pavement,
Alone between the cars.
212 · Apr 2018
In My Heart
April Apr 2018
I may not be quite pretty
And I may not be that smart
But there are things that I can see
With only just my heart

I see that there are always some
Who just don’t seem to care
Who’ll take your heart and rip it out
And lay your feelings bare

But wait and watch and you will see
That hate does not trump light
That threads of friendship and of love
Will guide you through the night

They’ll wrap around your broken heart,
Your shattered dreams renew,
And they are there for everyone,
For me as well as you
For those who feel alone in crowds and beaten down by time
207 · Apr 2018
Blood-Red
April Apr 2018
flower petals softly fall
to land about my feet
and cover up the blood and tears
I know abide beneath
their soft pink silk
is pure and clean
before it hits the earth
but red with blood
and black with hate
as time plays out its curse
and I just watch in silent pain
as petals fall like snow
the blameless victims in a war
that lays our people low
200 · Oct 2018
Compassion
April Oct 2018
Thank God for generosity
For kindness and
Compassion

The brotherhood of humankind
Connects us all

The Lord be praised

For this is our guard against hatred
A bond that is older than time
And that no man can break

Compassion can hold us together
When gunshots would tear us apart
Eleven have died in a synagogue, victims of hate and of fear. Together now we must heal, compassion and kindness always uppermost in our minds.
198 · May 2018
Candy Dish
April May 2018
Paste a picture on the bottom
To make it look full
Society’s version of truth
194 · Jan 2018
Heart Song
April Jan 2018
No oceans waters wide enough
To douse the fire in my soul
The tallest mountain still can’t crush
The music that will always flow

The spirit living in my breast
Will never bend or break
Though faltering, my heart beats onward
Pouring out in music’s ache
192 · Apr 2018
Noise
April Apr 2018
Buzzing jumbled garbled speaking
Noisome nonsense pressing in
Laughter anger curses feelings
Pouring out in heedless din
Tumbling torrents words and phrases
Lines and essays floating by
Waves of sound sweep past my eardrums
Pressing closing passing gone
Life is so loud sometimes
191 · Feb 2018
Fear
April Feb 2018
When the lights go out
We should not fear;
Death is our nightmare.

School should be safe,
Not a whirlwind of panic
About bullets and pain.

When the lights go out
We should not think
"We're gonna die."
This is not OK
187 · Jan 2018
Imagine
April Jan 2018
When I close my eyes,
I can almost imagine,
And I almost believe
My sweet, sad lies.
I can tell myself
It’s all a dream,
And he’ll be here
Beside me again.
184 · Sep 2018
When Trouble Finds You
April Sep 2018
Light flashing
Pulse pounding
Heart racing
Caught

Time slows

Blue shirt
Kind eyes
Soft voice
Reprieve

We’ve done nothing wrong
He says
183 · Mar 2018
Relativity
April Mar 2018
A day stretches endless
A year but a blink
Of Mother Nature’s eye
182 · Jan 2018
Fog in Sunlight
April Jan 2018
The blanket fog so white and still
Yet cloaked the land this morn’
To guard her from the morning chill
And keep her ***** warm

It clung to flower, branch, and air
To hide the maiden blush
That rose upon her features fair
When sunlight soft her eyelids brushed

The sunlight in the fog that day
Was as a pearl in hue
It shone and shimmered as if lay
Above a streak of blue

The river’s waters wound their way
As o’er her face they flowed
And caught the sunlight of the day
That broke the blanket’s hold

Her cover fled, that tender maid
Awoke with songs and sighs
And over all bright sunlight played
To warm her as she lies
168 · Mar 2018
Ink
April Mar 2018
Ink
Red ink
Lines my faults
Marking my mistakes
And failures

Black ink
Tells my story
Speaking of the past
And my regrets

Blue ink
Writes my future
Guiding my tomorrow
And today

Smudged ink
Shows my fear
Telling of my worries
And my pain

Inky pages
Are my journey
Shaping who I am and
All I do

Blotted pages
In the book of time
168 · Jan 2018
Homeland
April Jan 2018
These are the ways of my people
And this is the land that I know
My home will be always these hillsides
Where waters of ages still flow

But time for my people is passing
Our land is no longer our own
Our children forsake now the stories
Of a past that they never have known

For life all around us is changing
And stories no longer apply
The ways of our fathers are fading
And our children shall bid them goodbye

But these hills will be always my homeland,
Though the waters of history pass,
And stories of ages live after
In the birds and the wind in the grass
This poem is a tribute to all of the cultures that have been swept away by modern society, in perticular that of the Australian aborigines. Their entire culture is passed down through oral tradition, and is being lost as the elders die and no one fills their place.
166 · Jan 2018
Brook
April Jan 2018
Oh laughing brook
Oh happy brook,
Your smile and
Murmur delights.
Your chilly water,
Ice on snow,
Holds my toes
And feet.
163 · Jan 2018
Flight
April Jan 2018
Each book’s a doorway to a far off landscape
The pages forming portals to the past
The words are my escape
From the twisted path I take
Walking all alone amidst the crowd

I stand alone within my own safe castle
A stronghold that I’ve built around my heart
I let a few get past,
Think each’ll be the last,
But every one still breaks my heart again.

The books can get me through the solid borders
That keep us bound in time and fixed in space.
They help me to let go,
And find a way to flow
In currents rife with danger and with lies

Society’s a bunch of half tamed creatures
Made wild with desire to fit in.
The books can keep me sane
And counter each new pain
That I incur when I refuse to bend

And even through the pain that this will cause me
I see my future clear and shining bright
Though now I shy in fear
Someone may still draw near
And save me from this prison that I’ve made.
161 · Jan 2018
Hourglass
April Jan 2018
Oh that tomorrow might
Suddenly cease
To follow today

And that time
Might be frozen
Like a tilted hourglass
158 · Feb 2018
America
April Feb 2018
I, too, sing America.
I am of the brave, one of the free.
They hide my voice behind my too short years,
Yet I speak a truth, and they must hear!
But most ignore the clarion call,
And hide behind their painted doors,
And place their trust in ignorance.
Tomorrow, they must hear my cries!
I'll tell them, they must act, and soon;
I speak a truth, and they must hear!
Nobody'll doubt my vision then;
My age will make no difference, then.
I see the truth that they will see,
And no one more will doubt in me.
Besides, the truth is shining clear,
They'll see it soon, and they will hear,
And they will act, as I now try, for
I, too, am America.
This poem is based off of Hughes' "I too, sing America." Some of the lines begin with the same words, and the first and last lines are his.
157 · Jan 2018
The Power of Hope
April Jan 2018
Hopes and dreams
Will bear me up
To challenge each
New dawn.
And when the sun’s
Last rays have set
I’ll shake my fist
At fate.
156 · Jan 2018
Trapped
April Jan 2018
Impossible wishes ensnare my mind
And mournful tears drown reality’s view
While my heart still searches, trying to find
The one who was so clever and true

I dream that someday he’ll return to me
And my life would be what it was back then
But I know in my heart that it can’t be
And that I can never go back again

Yet still my silent vigil will I hold
To keep the ever pressing dark at bay
And keep my heart from all consuming cold
With the light of hope’s now faltering ray

And though my mind will tell me otherwise,
My cagéd heart believes it’s own sad lies
149 · Jan 2018
Faithful Sentry
April Jan 2018
Dark as onyx
Strong and stalwart
Gnarled by the crashing wind

Leaves of emerald
Turned to silver
Rustling in the mountain air

Berries red as
Roughhewn rubies
Glinting through the falling dark

Alone upon its
Craggy mountain
Keeping watch this night
148 · Feb 2018
Thunder and Rain
April Feb 2018
A tear is but a raindrop
In a thunderstorm of pain.
The thunder is my rolling sobs,
The lightning, my angry cries;
A flash of light amidst the roiling skies.
141 · Apr 2018
To Be Me
April Apr 2018
So, to be, or not to be?
Well, what is it to be me?
Who can say, and who can know,
I am everywhere I go.
I am who I listen to,
I am everything I do,
I am what I think and feel,
All I know is not what’s real.
Who am I, and should I be?
What is it, really, to be me?
133 · Aug 2020
Dance of Blades
April Aug 2020
Flashes of steel and
Whispers of sound
Tramping of footsteps on
Rain- muddied ground

Pounding of heartbeats
And gasping of breath
Small sounds of life under
Shadow of death
131 · Feb 2018
On the Endless Battle Field
April Feb 2018
A battle rages all around me
I stand alone amidst the storm.
The banner that I bear aloft
Is savaged by the raging wind.
The words I scream into the dark
Are lost amidst its roar,
My banner unseen, my battle cry unheard.
And yet I fight on.
I’ll scream my message from the rooftops,
Carry the banner until my words are read.
You are worthy.
You are strong.
You are loved.
You are not to blame.
This is for the victims whom no one defends. You are not to blame.
128 · Nov 2020
Happy
April Nov 2020
I feel truly happy
At last
The way his words dance
In my head
Like bubbles in a glass
of Sprite
Brings me joy
126 · Feb 2020
Home
April Feb 2020
The flash of blades across the hall
The cries of “good” that stand for pain
The glint of steel within my grasp
And the smile on my face

These things to me mean happiness

My teacher’s voice soft counsels me
My heart within my chest beats free
My enemy stands across from me
As the marshal calls “lay on”

And I know that I’m alive

The weight of a sword in my black gloved hand
The dance of my feet across the floor
The sound of my blade as it rings it’s challenge
Issued against your own

And I know that I’ve found my home

2/19/20
119 · Jan 2018
The Weight of Eternity
April Jan 2018
Old man time, now white with age,
Who holds the warps
And wefts of fate

Weaves a cloth of stars and moons
With fingers tired
And worn
112 · Nov 2020
Election Night
April Nov 2020
The tick of the clock and
The beat of my heart
The click of the mouse
As I refresh the page
Results come in and
numbers shift
Red and blue and
Grey
108 · Mar 2018
The Would-Be Poet
April Mar 2018
If I had a poem
I’m my heart for every sob
For every stab of lonleliness
That I must feel anon,
Then I would be a poet
With a library to my name
And every comfort I could wish
Save you safe home again
April Nov 2020
Oh all ye travelers, hearken well,
this dreary night where shadows dwell
Forget your woes for now my friends
And hear now where my tale begins…

A land across the sea there was
In ages long ago
when dragons roamed the skies at will
and monsters walked below

And here a noble family dwelled
And nothing t’was they lacked
with many knights of stalwart heart
To guard them from attack

A laughing king, full fair and just
Set laws down from his throne
His lovely queen stood by his side
And made their house a home

And children fair, in numbers three
Ran dashing through their halls
And filled the castle’s stony walks
With joyous youthful calls

But woe befell their house in time
for such is true of all
when treachery did rear its head
within their royal hall

—————————————

One night when all the family slept
a knock was heard below
and through the glass there could be seen
a faint and ghostly glow

The moon was hidden well that night,
no fire burned without,
this light was not an earthy thing,  
of that there was no doubt

But no one saw this strange display
for all lay at their rest
and when at dawn the maids awoke they found they had a guest

a stranger sat outside their door,
a cloak drawn ‘round his form
and when they asked his business there
he spoke in tones forlorn:

“For many leagues I’ve walked by foot
and nary drink I’ve had
my throat is as the dessert dry
and in mere rags I’m clad”

The maids could see that this was true,
his voice was but a croak
a weakling child, scant in years
could fell him with a stroke

His clothing was bedraggled so
that places skin was bare
and all was grey and tattered rags
such no one could repair

he spoke again and begged the maids
that drink be brought to him
for surely else he would not live
and suffer death sore grim

In pity for this weakly man
who to their hearts did plead
the maids rushed back into the house
to fetch out honeyed mead

But as they left, a change occurred,
Though by none was it seen
The ragged man that once was there
was not as he had been

In that man’s place there stood a Fay
As tall and straight as trees
His hair of copper drifting ‘round
In chilly Autumn’s breeze

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Now I am sure you all must know
the tales of the fay,
those fairy folk who love to trick
and use us men as prey

Unbound by laws and moral codes
These Fay folk live apart
And those who’ve seen them all come back
Full strangely changed at heart

The Fay can be a flighty lot
Their moods like shifting clouds
One minute sunny, then the next
As cold as funeral shrouds

And here a member of that race
Stood waiting by their door
And on from hence their fates would be
Entwined for ever more

But in a blink the rags returned
The glamour strong and sure
And to the people’s human eyes
All things stayed as they were

When they came back they brought him in
To sit and drink and eat
And all the time suspected naught
Of who it was they’d meet

—————————————

They gathered ‘round in all good cheer
For they still knew him not,
And passed a merry time indeed
Un-wary of his plot

And after supper’s course had passed
With mead in heavy draughts
The stranger asked to entertain
With stories that he’d brought

They called together all the maids
And footmen of the house,
And even their liege-lord came down
With children and his spouse

They’d wrapped the stranger in a robe
And sat him by the fire,
And when he asked they brought to him
More mead and someone’s lyre

As he prepared to tell his tale
A hush fell o’er the hall
A strange expectant silence reigned
And cast them in it’s pall

And when he spoke no sound was heard,
Save for the stranger’s voice,
His tone as clear as piercing bells
On mornings filled with ice

He spoke of lands across the sea
Where wealth and magic rules
And then of dragons, fierce and strong
With hoards of gleaming jewels

But as he spoke a change occurred
Among the gathered throng
And any who were watching them
Would see
That something’s wrong

For few by few those listening
We’re drifting off to sleep
Their heads were tilting towards their chests,
In grips of slumbers deep

And even if someone had rung
A church bell in that hall
Nary a one would have awoke;
So deep was dreamland’s thrall

When all about were sleeping sound
The Fay rose from his chair
At long last free to carry out
The reason he was there

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He looked about the hall of forms
Slumped o’er in their chairs
And laughed in silence to himself
For fates that would be theirs

For one thing that they had not known,
Could not have understood
Was that he’d come to take their child
With him to Myrddin’s Wood

The girl he sought was loved full well
A princess of the land
A joy to all who heard her laugh
Or held her dainty hand

A child now no more than twelve
With many years to grow,
Who held a fate more perilous
Than anyone could know

She slept that hour across the hall
Surrounded by her kin
Unknowing of the danger posed
By one who they’d let in

The Fay walked forth across the floor
And stood there by her side
Gazing upon the silent girl
He had with magic plied

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He took her up into his arms
And wrapped her in a cloak
That had appeared from empty air
With chanted words he spoke

He turned away from all the folk
Who lay so still in sleep
They soon would wake, once he had left
No more in slumber’s keep

He whirled and left that silent room
Delighted in his heart
For everything would fall in place
Soon from this evening’s start

He left the castle through the doors
Of stoutest oak that stood
To keep invading armies out
And spare its people blood

Alas for them, no doors could stand
Before the wills of Fay
No earthly plan, though well devised,
Could keep their force at bay

Then Aethylon, so he was called,
A Fay lord in his right
Strode from the house and through the grounds
Into the chilly night

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#ballad #fairies #fantasy
91 · Oct 2020
Words
April Oct 2020
I’ve never had to think before now
How to say it
There’s never been someone
To say it to

It’s harder than it ought be
I think
It’s just three words, some lines and dots
Or sounds

It would only take a second
To tell him
But fear is staying my tongue
My hand

Are these words he wants to hear?
Will he leave?
I’m scared to take that step
Off the edge
Dear god not again
56 · Jan 2020
Happy
April Jan 2020
I feel truly happy
At last
The way his words dance
In my head
Like bubbles in a glass
of Sprite
Brings me joy

— The End —