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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.

Sapphirine

Sapphirine

Faded gold

does trace the thread

of things not gone

and not quite dead.

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Like tinsel then

in glinting eyes

does careful mend

bring bluer skies.

~

I tread upon

a bluer ocean

divided on

a zero quotient.

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In truer blue

are eyes that cast

hateful stares 

and loving glances,

at a pair that no longer dances.

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Only wishing now

to show you how

I meant it then

and mean it now.

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Eyes much bluer,

forever skewered

by glancing then

and staring now.

Drumbeats in the Deep

Howdy, howdy. Got another hot off the cheffin’ table. This one’s about a feeling I got while my girlfriend and I were reading Catch-22. I hope everybody enjoys. Without further ado…

Drumbeats in the Deep

Cerulean waves beat against the darkness

like drumbeats in the deep;

thump, thump, thump, thump

and emeralds shatter against the creep.

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That dreaded demon’s ghost

lies slumbering below,

cascading out across the coast

and laying simple places low.

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Crimson eyes

that pierce the veil,

like crimson lights

against the pale.

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Ancient columns sound the call,

a coronach that trills,

and fills,

the silence of it all.

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Beginning,

middle,

end,

is the man’s soul to bend?