Category Archives: Poetry

To Meet Again One Day – A Poem

At first they came in happy fright; Those soldiers seeking for the night; The darkness always hid the fight; They knew for moment things were right; But something happened not awaited; For them that night was quite ill fated; Rest, … Continue reading

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#LiveOffline

#LiveOffline and read novels from paper; Yellowed ancient preserve musty smell; Hand-drawn illustrations; Which tell story’s stations; Enclosed in a fine leather shell. #LiveOffline and find faith in communion; Streaming preachers a saint you’ll not be; So don you your … Continue reading

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My Hamster’s Wheel – A Poem

My life has b’come but a jacket; Twisted kind which is oft’sold as straight; “To live free, not sure if you can hack it”; And I’m told for to sit down and wait. So I wake myself neat in the … Continue reading

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The Ruin We Cradle – A Poem

Each one of us has temptation; Tis something seeks us to bring down; A flesh-pull of being which echoes of meaning; And makes us lose sight for to drown. Some struggle to death for with hate; Sensations to them which … Continue reading

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What Dreams May Come? – A Poem

To close our eyes, perchance to sleep; To glory rage, to laugh and weep; To build on high our castle walls; To raise a tow’r, never to fall; To find the vict’ry oer our foes; To triumph over all our … Continue reading

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That Silent Foe – A Poem

I oft return to joust that silent foe; His only role, to fill my heart with woe; He comes in forms so many, so confused; And tricks of generations he has used. Great men before me too have with him … Continue reading

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Our Society of Dead Poets

We pass on how to live in our genes. Our bodies telling us when we are hungry in order to eat, when we are tired to sleep. The myriad urges of animal life – when to purge our accumulated waste, … Continue reading

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