Category Archives: Nostalgia

Erinnerung

Howdy, folks. Got a new one today about quiet reminders. Not much to say here, but I hope you like it. Without further ado…

Erinnerung

There flows a river,

meandering gently

through one soft and solemn place

where memories and remembrances do meet

in quiet, somber embrace.

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And in its path

do they twirl and dance,

astonishingly simple

in their great complexity.

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Simple loves and simple loss

that floats and swirls about the waterline

with little foam

and clear view of gentle stones

that lay about

as old and gentle bones.

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The leaves of Autumn do fall,

absent chaos of a sea-like squall

as quiet breezes drift along,

carrying notes of one simple, quiet song.

Future Proof

Blessed be the double post, folks. I’ve got a second one hot off the press that almost feels like it gave me whiplash. I hope you like it. Without further ado…

Future Proof

Here and now,

I am cast away.

Torn asunder

in times of great blunder.

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Astride a stormy sea I sail,

against a howling, hungry gale

as whispers follow close behind,

and my face will tend to a sickly pale.

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Visions of a vaunted hall,

an idea that I could have it all,

and then it was,

there began the fall.

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In that dark and stormy night,

reflected in the quiet maelstrom,

are black and blue and all things bruised,

and all the things I sought to lose.

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Blessed then by darker gods,

and troubled by those crying thoughts,

I am reminded of the loss.

Bering Sea Gold

Hey folks, been a minute. Got a poem I’ve kept under wraps to post when I don’t feel like writing. Just happens to be one of those times, plus it’s exceedingly applicable. I sincerely hope you enjoy. Without further ado…

Bering Sea Gold

Bering Sea Gold,

He barely sees straight.

A man can never know his fate.

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Barely alive,

and bearing the dive,

the man struggles, but never folds.

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Buried then

in Bared teeth,

this tests the man’s belief.

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Sail the strait,

but never the narrow,

find the key,

take an arrow.

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One day he’ll haunt an aged barrow.

The Old and the Lost

Good evening! I usually don’t post this late but uh… it’s my website. This one’s about another dream I had. Have not been sleeping very well, unfortunately. I hope you all like it. Without further ado…

The Old and the Lost

In my dreams again…

Old friends,

I like to say,

knowing that we never were.

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They are kind in this place,

much unlike the way I remember.

There’s a comfort here,

a mentor,

a lover,

a friend.

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I hear the din of distant dishes

like wispy echoes

of a kindly kitchen.

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The mentor speaks,

in the way a grandfather would,

with a gentle and firm german accent,

“Are you trying to win her back?”

No, I respond in my head,

I’ve already got her.

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An old friend sits down at the table.

“Can I get you anything else?”, I ask with sincerity.

“No, buddy. We’re here for you!”, the old friend says excitedly.

The scene fades to black.

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I awake again to the dark.