Category: Poetry

Once more around the square I cried The cabbie said okay You’re the one who pays the fare I’ll drive to where you say This city is unknown to me I wish to see it all I find myself as oft before In a brand new port of call New sights present themselves to me…

On tall Olympus’ shoulders When Selene shows not her face In sheltered glades unknown to men Still dwell the Eldar race These spirits of the past endure But rarely do appear Their quiet voices whisper Where mortal ears can’t hear They do not wish their presence known To humans such as we They only venture…

I met a unicorn last night As I wandered in my sleep She spoke to me of wondrous things That were hers to share or keep She came to me on silent hooves My dreams to not dispel And bade me jouney with her To places she knew well She bore me with her on…

A Scribbling Fool A satire to mark the occasion of Obama’s cowardly “Executive Order”, protecting the bumbling Eric Holder,in the wake of the “Fast and Furious” gun running fiasco and blatant cover up) The world is full of highly smart Practitioners of Government Art, The folk who wield a mighty pen (?) And know much…

They dare who will He does who can Such is the lot Of mortal man To attempt a deed To vie and strain With much to lose Yet more to gain To endeavor and fall To contend and win With lack of trying The only sin There is no shame To try and fail To…

Beyond the next horizon Across another sea There is a world of wonder Waiting there to see As a wild dove must take to wing So it is with we Again we roam afar from home To find what there may be We take delight to see new sights And so we now must say…

There is a man I’ve never known Who wants to do me harm He has been told to hate me This gives me great alarm There is a man I’ve yet to meet Who will try to do me ill Although he does not know me Yet he loathes me still This man is from…

There are omens in the heavens For those who choose to see Portents of events to come Which bode ill for such as we The breeze that wafted gently At mornings early light Has risen now the trees to bow And shifted birds in flight The sky we knew which once was blue Has taken…

You may have cut me deep, and I may still be bleeding, but I have let you go, and you will never realize, what you did was wrong, though neive as I was, you kept me lingering on, The scars I bare, have made me stronger, and now I know better, That I was young…

“Golden is the feeling you render, in that priceless moment when you just helped someone smile. *Yemaya Tethra “To speak words of wisdom and experience, remains insignifant to one who journeys their own path, and must learn for themselves to truly understand. ” * Yemaya Tethra “In the absence of excuses and procrastinations, you present…