Category Archives: Poems

Lord of the Old Manor

In times long past, a man once ruled this land. He lived at home with wife and child and knight. His mystic power flowed through sword and hand, Yet no one knew the vastness of his might, And deep within, he hid a heart of cold. He often let the children come and play. He’d …

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Was It Wrong to Dream?

Was it wrong to dream of a peaceful world, A place where trust and friendship reign? Was it wrong to dream of a safe world, Where healing and solace are always near? Was it wrong to dream of a happy world, A place where laughter abounds? Was it wrong to dream of a better world, …

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Venom

It starts as a tiny prick, not even a scratch. It comes and goes at first, but grows familiar. Then it’s a constant, and soon, a strain. With some relaxation, it stops. Nothing to worry about. As it visits more often, the strain aches and spreads. This time, few things make it fade. Relief, now, …

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The End of War

Upon the field of battle stood the girl Amid her friends in arms, who fell before The man who led the forces they opposed. The city ruins burned around them both. Not once since crack of dawn and battle start Did sounds of clashing forces fade away. So there they stood apart, the girl and …

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Thinking of Spring

A little green sprout Rises from its bed to see The fading white hills.

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Words for the Season: Winter

The conclusion of this post, this other post, and the first post.

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Pitter-Patter

The pitter-patter echoes through the hall And infant laughter rings both loud and high. A figure rushes ‘round, so fast and small, To find the dog who watches all go by. The child sees the dog alone and smiles bright. The dog perks up and straightens out, prepared. A tiny hand moves out to pet …

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We’ll Meet Again Someday

Inspired by some events of the week, even if they were sad.

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Words for the Season: Autumn

A continuation of this post and this older post.

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Dissonance

They tell me, “This is who you are. You are this; you are that; You are that, not this. You could not be any other thing.” But I never feel the same. What they say I am, I don’t feel I am. I tell them so all the time, But their answers stay the same. …

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