Here’s a little seasonal Halloween poem, Reign of Terror.
Reign of Terror,
the sick becomes sicker
the hungry hungrier.
Twenty million reasons
away into the night fly
while the land into the dawn cries.
Happy October!
Reign of Terror
Poetry
The Golden Man
Here’s a little October poem, The Golden Man.
Fail and flail,
the madman on the golden throne.
Dreams of golden nuggets, of crowns, and crones.
Lost and Found
She stared at me, her semblance a bit familiar. She seemed a bit tired, a gaze serious enough for me to notice her. Her features spoke to me of olden days, her faint smile, of recognition. A kin allure of something once shared. I studied her face. She glanced back, truth or dare. Not until I journeyed deep into her eyes, did I truly see the woman in the mirror.
Oval Circus
Oval Circus, a poem.
The false king,
in the oval circus vested
the wisdom from his jester
of his buffoon, discernment.
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Countless clowns,
upside down crosses
the false king
amok runs his horses.
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Puppets and pawns ignore disbelief
the circus on fire
the tarp breaks apart
the herald, breathes fire.
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Paupers and peasants
observe with regret
the noise becomes louder
a voice screams, you’re jested!
Gentle Breeze
Gentle breeze
carrying dreams away in crimson leaves
to the land of golds, plums, rusts …
where moon and sun forever dance.
Autumn’s Meadow
Autumn’s Meadow
Reds, oranges, yellows …
announcing death in the meadows.
Sweet breeze of Autumn
musty scent of decay,
to glorious rebirth gives way.
We Are a People …
We are a People…
We are a people of strength,
because we are a people of faith.
We are a people of courage,
our faith rests in the Lord.
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We are a people of kindness,
our love comes from above.
We are a people of joy.
In God we trust alone.
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In good times, in bad times,
we are a people of soul.
For when darkness clouds our day,
It is He who restores our soul.
Eagle’s Flight
Today, I sat to write a post and I had nothing. My mind was blank, my heart felt heavy. As I was ready to close my notebook and throw the pen, the image of a soaring eagle crossed my mind. Then, I wrote.
Eagle’s Flight
Land of the Free
Land of the Brave
Beloved soil, beloved grave.
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Sadness, despair, chaos everywhere
Tumultuous times
Ungodly affairs.
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The eagle lands
Its tired wings
Signs of derail, never defeat.
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A little while, a tiny rift
Its wings will flap
Its heart will heal.
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Above the land, throughout the seas
The Eagle soars
In flight now, stronger it is.
From the Ashes
From the Ashes
From the ashes Eagle soars
plumage burnt,
through the fire it has flown.
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In its beak, an olive leaf
In its heart
titanium shield.
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As lion it roars, as lamb its soul
Made anew through the storm
Diamond eyes, beak of gold.
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Beacon of light shines to the world
Stronger than ever
its grip has become.
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Freedom and hope it found way above
Under God, one nation
Under God, one soul.
Truth to Light
Truth to light
The eagle soars
New rebirth, a brand-new home.
From the ashes
new spirit rose.
Evil and lies
Burnt up, exposed.
Inkspeare 