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
poem
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.
Bound to Earth, Soaring High
Broken-winged eagle
fast falling, bound to Earth.
From ashes reborn.
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!
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.
Blood and Metal
A poem of the times.
Blood and Metal
You can break my skin
but you won’t break my soul
A second, a pinch,
my freedom lies within.
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Blood against metal
Machine against soul
These bones won’t break
These eyes won’t shut
Free Will is in my blood.
In God’s Image (Poetic Rant)
In God’s Image – A poetic Rant
When you call out inclusion, I am insulted; I believe I am a part already.
When you want to lower standards for me, I am underrated; I have high standards.
How can there be equality when I am being set apart as being different or less than by the same policies that claim equity?
Your policies are intended to keep me down, but I have never seen myself as a victim.
I am made in the image of God, and in God I trust.
The Zombie Wife
Listening to the news may trigger an emotional response. In this case, a poem.
The Zombie Wife
Shattered, dry, tired, weak
broken spirit, broken will.
He stole her life, he cut her wings
Leaving her dreamless,
no soul within.
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Poisonous love,
Ivy of lies,
Ring of deceit.
From it she drank
becoming sick.
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No strength, no will
No wants, no needs
To break the chains,
to feel, to dream,
impossible feat.
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A zombie wife
the nymph became.
A lonely stare, unsteady step.
A living dead
No dreams, no quest.
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The Zombie Wife no tears has left,
No heart, no soul,
no blood to shed.
Empty her days,
her body carcass became.
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What will it take to pump her blood?
A ray of sun, a lightning bolt?
For she has searched a withered soul,
And there she found nothing but dust.
Her only hope comes from above.
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Her empty stare searching the clouds,
Her breathless lungs gasping for air,
Her shriveled heart has turned to stone,
Voiceless she screams,
Sound barrier broke.
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A storm slowly brews,
lightning is seen, thunder is heard.
Tears become rain, drops of despair.
A jolting bolt strikes out her pain,
Making the dead alive again.
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