Category: Prose
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Ode to the boat man
Oh man of land from far away, How is it that you came to our shores? Though your raiment is worn, You have been clad by our own kin. Child of the eastern seas, You have seen many perils, Fought many foes and yet, It were many arrows that slayed you. Man of Middle Earth,…
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Plastic Bottle Top
Years ago, In a land not too far away, I was hunting, Deer was my target, I had access to private property, I had gained it through a hunker, Armed with a .308 rifle, And a Pepsi strapped to my chest, I moved through the dense woods, In hopes that I may find my quarry,…
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Cat
Why wasn’t I made a cat? I mew and cry like one A lick myself clean I dig in the dirt I play with the dog I make up my own games My owners ignore me Even though I’m here Why wasn’t I born a cat? Was I not important to my mommy? Does my…
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Memory of heartbreak
What did I do to upset you? I sought after you, I studied your subjects of interest, I learned as much as I could, I wanted to be there for you, Yet you turned me down, Any time I tried to get closer, You pushed away. Why? What did I do to offend you? Why…
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Snow Angel
For a snow is nothing more, Than frozen water crystal, They form sheets of blankets, Covering the cold ground, With a seemingly warm substance. For that is the beauty that men see, For though her beauty is something to marvel, It is nothing compared to your beauty. You may form a snow angel on the…
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Dancing Race
Was it a man or woman? This tale tells not, For one does not tell, What is shrouded in shadow. A race was performed, In the light of the moon, From the start of the road, To the saddened detour, For this race was more of a dance. Was it man or woman that I…
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Winter’s wife
Have you ever seen the white lady? She only approaches in the dead of winter, Within a snowstorm. She sweeps in from the north, Covering the land and the rivers, Marking all with the cleansing peace. The cold that she brings, Allows new life to begin. A hunter sits in his stand, Frought with cold,…
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Day with her
For day with her, May be heaven, With life in chaos, Tears abound, Goodness knows, A day with her, Would be a blessing, Indeed.
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Thanks for the Ride
Does the ride of the Valkyries frighten you? Do the beauties of the air that carry the fallen to Val Halla give you pause? Will you remember those that fought and died? Will you forget the cause for their demise? Have you already forgotten the fallen? Have you seen the Valkyries ride over you? Did…
The In Constant Chronicles 