Christmas Poem: The Old Wise Man

On a still and warm Arabian night, An old man gazed at the sky, And recalled the events of his many long years, Replaying them there in his mind.   He’d travelled, and learned, and served under kings, No stranger to royalty’s halls, But of all the memories lighting his thoughts, There was one that... Continue Reading →

Poem: Regret

Young and untouchable with a lifetime to waste, Days lost for nothing, but lived at full pace, But you cannot go back and the seeds you have sown, Despite all your tears, unavoidably grow, So the old man must bear all the younger’s mistakes, And the wounds earned in youth scar the older man’s face.... Continue Reading →

Poem: Sweet Raging Denial

Violent shrieks from cursing mouths, A noise to numb the soul to sleep, The chanting of the idol crowds: “You are the wicked! Vengeance is ours!” The well of pride flows full and deep.   Anger boiling unconstrained, The fire stoked by itching hands, Inferno’s heat must never wane, The mind is safe when laying... Continue Reading →

Poem: The Hedgehog of Truth

On a still and chilly afternoon, Through the shady columns of a secret grove, Pressing footprints in softest grass, A man walked quietly and alone.   He passed beneath a towering willow, That had stood there for a hundred years, The leaves upon its mighty beams, Hung like emerald chandeliers.   And there beside the... Continue Reading →

Poem: The Exquisite Butterfly

Butterfly, butterfly, Pleasing to the soul, As much as to the eye.   The butterfly descends in swirls, Like a wounded paratrooper in the sky, Half-conscious with a shattered collarbone, Life slowly evaporating through the bullet wound, Without the strength to control his chute.   The butterfly alights, bending a small leaf,  Like a benign... Continue Reading →

Poem: The Crow

Rark.   Good-morrow to thee, fine crow, Ebony rooster declaring the dawn, Thy friendly voice I’d gladly know, But alas, I must sleep, it is barely morn.   Rark. Raaark.   Avian friend by my bedroom close, Persistent in thy tales of flight, Perhaps it is early to be so verbose, I had to work... Continue Reading →

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