Category: Poetry

Ode to a Bug Poor bug Drowned. At the bottom It was found. A short life Shorter made In this glass Of lemonade. I wondered of its dying thoughts Or if it truly thinks. Wish I’d found it sooner, Before I’d finished my drink. Legion 12APR08

I have got an artist’s soul I am like the hole In the wall I can see it all Sometimes I am like a fly Humming by A fly on the wall Through the hole I can see it all Please do not repair I need the air Just to breathe In this heat Last…

Death of an Immortal Surrounded by this flood of blood, Encompassing what I have become. Baptized and bedamned, this fetid tide. I, fetus, flushed with finality. Delivered from womb to the tomb I have lived this miniscule undeath, For if one is not born, can one die? An infant captured in infinity. Legion 22AUG08

Wielding the Weapon of Mass Destruction The point of this weapon, So precise, When wielded by warmongers Pierces relativity With its rhetoric. Innuendo incapacitates That which was deemed Incorruptible. Out of fallacy, Foolishness fabricates truth. Spewing damnation With deceit Through documentation. Lies lambaste The lexicon of fact. The wounded word Questions the quill’s intention. The…

Kindle Help, I need a Kindle For my books are on a spindle Meticulously stacked on a shelve So neat, it must have been the work of an elf However these are the modern times Where the bell not tolls but chimes I doubt any elf rhymes While dusting books in vintage soukhs For the…

To Wage A War (The siege of Good Hope as told by the drummer, Ezekiel Mann; the last survivor of the Good Hope Volunteers) The distant morning rehearsed its arrival With the glare off the fire that shown in the distance. Sherman’s boys were razing the God-given earth And routing the Grays of Atlanta’s resistance.…

If a Bumblebee Can Fly, Why Can’t I? If a bumblebee can fly, I must question why can’t I? Will I find success or die If I should give it a try? Pursuing the idyllic dream, A chance at one clandestine scheme, I run and with a mighty jump Launch, through the air, this porcine…

A Man Divided A man divided Exponentially fractioned, Subtracting from life. Legion 16SEP08

I was there with you Upon the steps of the cathedral In the twilight Dripping of Christ Of the stars, Of the sun. I was there with you Upon the sand Waves of foam crashing at our heels. What has come has gone to the sky. And, what has come of it? Nothing short of…

Play me through Pan’s pipes To soft, from memories fall In haunting echoes of desire. Pan lives! His magick reeds yet call Lover’s wings to even higher ecstasies Than Love’s brief flight… And sighs refrain its mist and fire. Pan is the song of Love’s delight That plays through lover’s memories In measure eternal. Play…