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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.

In The Light of a Red Dwarf

Afternoon, all. I’ve got a little something for you today. I really hope you enjoy. Without further ado…

In The Light of a Red Dwarf

There is a beauty in the tragedy of it all,

like diamonds shorn from rough stone

and polished,

flawless, even. 

The man did walk,

ensheathed by his dark and mottled felt cloak,

across these fields of diamonds.

No use for them now.

And so he trudged along on no path at all,

the whispers from the stones and the cracked desert beneath his feet,

carrying with him no small burden

to a destination he did not know.

There is a distant mountain,

perhaps like the one before,

shone in the glory of one perpetual and orange dusk.

He would climb it,

and then climb another,

and another yet still,

for there is no path but the one he is on

with virtue as his guide.

Erstwhile Failure

Howdy howdy. I’ve got a new poem for you today. Another sad one I know, but I think you’ll really enjoy. Let me know what you think in the comments below! Without further ado…

Erstwhile Failure

So there he sat,

surrounded by his closest friends,

at the edge of the world

wondering again.

Lies, he thought,

seemed all they taught.

His being alone was evidence of this,

evidence of his jubilant bliss.

It was always a shame

they never got along,

for now he thought it might be wrong

to lie upon a bed of blame.

He wanted.

That was all.

He couldn’t be but vaunted.

He always did stand too tall.

Here at the edge of the world,

he sits and wonders

if his tapestry of blunders

has yet been unfurled.

The Devil Comes to Take Us All

Howdy, everybody! I’ve got something new for you guys today. Hope you like it. Without further ado…

The Devil Comes to Take Us All

Bludgeoned by a trembling hand,

one might be seen by a terrifying man,

a man who plays about the land

getting on and on without a tan.

He’ll ride the six in two different cities

taking great pride in gross salacities

on his way to desolate things once pretty.

Down the coast in an ancient Plymouth

with skin that looks of chalky bismuth,

he’ll call upon the evil things within us.

Where he goes, follows the rot

and all those dark little thoughts

that dot your mind like a pox

that’s just escaped Pandora’s box.

When you alone hear the crow’s caw,

careful now,

you’ll be frozen in awe

when the Devil comes to take us all.

You Don’t Bug Me

Howdy howdy, folks. I’m fittin’ to show y’all a brand spankin’ new poem I’ve just written. It’s about the feelings you get when you’re trying something new. Without further ado…

You Don’t Bug Me

Cicada, cicada,

what do you see?

Much like a dog,

you bark up the tree.

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Blasted blasphemers

that scheme and abscond…

What do they do

at the edge of the pond?

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Tempted now

by shadows in the deep,

dip your toes,

and then you weep…

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But weeping then,

is valorous and honorable

when it is the fragile pen

with which you struggle.

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In the corner of your ears,

someone hears

the whirring vibrations

that stem from a thousand carnations.

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And every color of the rainbow

sings a happy lullaby

to that one

happy little butterfly.