In the tavern dark,The music plays,For the patrons of the inn.Food and beer,Flow to the payers,Of the candles and coins.They sleep in beds,With strangers.Gossip flows between,Spreading news ofPlaces not yet seen,Or rarely visited.Private sleeping quarters,A noble's luxury,In the realm,Of travelers and pilgrims,From the peasantry class.Pay the keeper your tab,And gather your sword,For the world,Beyond the … Continue reading Poem: An Inn’s Scene
Let the breeze wash over you,Enjoin with the world,Feel its wondrous embrace.It holds great wisdom.The blood of life flows within it.Both kind and unforgiving,Patient yet ruthless.The clouds pass by,Allowing storms in turn. Dreamer not yet awake,Feel the passage of time,Murky and clear in swirling tides.Truth and lies offer themselves to you.The stories they tell,Whisper of … Continue reading Poem: Ode to a Life Well Lived
For anyone still reading my posts and poems, thanks. For the last 3.5 months, I have been splitting a large portion of my free time between my rented garden plot at the YMCA and a maternity gift for a friend. I am finally done with the project and can't wait to give it to my … Continue reading Thanks for Reading
Exhilaration,Anticipation,Blood pounding,With the wind blowing,And the target forward.The rushing life,Energy, and breath.The strain in the body,Ready to be released,In a single moment.Time pauses,The universe holds,And space stills.The dam breaks,And all rushes forth,To fill the chasm,Left before.
Call out with joyful abandon,With gleeful determination,So that all may hear,The passion within your soul,And feel the wave of energy,That you ride.With the song of life,Roaring through your veins,You give the universe,Your being and mind.It echoes your fiery essence,And rushing anticipation.Call out to the world,Hear its promising refrain.
Sunshine draping,Across the landscape,Set out before me.Breezes blowing,Caressing the skin.Let the music flow,And dance,With your body and mind.Eat the fruit of the earth,And enjoy the taste of life.Rest with the contentment,Provided by the natural world.There is peace to be had,When simplicity arises,And the weather warms.
What do you do with a golden fiddle?Does it sit in the attic?Do you put it on display?Do you sell it for another man to play?Do you melt it down,And pass the pieces around?What kind of fire,Does the devils fiddle require,To be broken down? What do you do with a golden fiddle?Well Johnny tell me,Did … Continue reading Poem: Georgian Devil Aftermath
The sun hangs lowCasting a golden hue.Ripples escape the dash,Causing a wave of nostalgia.With the call of days past,And the nebulous future,Lays the content of the present.Relaxation held within,A stream of consciousness.Whispers and wisps,Of pleasurable times,Call and kiss the mind,With sounds and syllables.May the peace envelop you.
The demons of discontent,Swirl about my mind,Twisting it into knots,Keeping it from unwinding.They tease and taunt,Beckoning forth chaos,And uncomfortable conclusions.They take impish delight,In the swarms of conflicting thoughts. Thus a goal must be found,To brush away the infernal,When they come to distract.For when I have something to grasp,It becomes easier to ignore,The way they skitter … Continue reading Poem: The Demons of Discontent
Dreaming, preparing,For the whirlwind ahead.The sands of time begin to swirl,As your foot inches forth.Step into the breeze.Allow the winds of change,Brush across you. Do you hear the whispers,The portents of that which is to come?They sing and call,To those who will listen.The glistening sparks,Draw you to the knowledge they share.The scale changes tone,Heralding the … Continue reading Poem: Dreaming, Preparing