Curse The Waves (Poem)

Oh dear, I fear this cocky ship’s sinking more each day
Abandoned by the oars, I’m following all the same
Good intentions won’t long keep these weathered boards afloat
Best chances of not drowning were safely staying home
Oh curse you waves! Your sharks need little excuse to feed
Cruel ocean gnaws at me for sailing carelessly


Photo by Mishal Ibrahim on Unsplash


Honor (Poem)

He ran straight against
Another painful consequence
For his helmet’s fallen down
Worn armor scraping ground
True he gave it all he had
Faithful sword now broken in half
Cast off like other soldiers in the dirt
Bruised from the conflict of words
Not all battles lead to conquest
When the brave omit finesse


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Window Pane (Poem)

She’s looking past shutters – beyond her pane
Blanketing the storm’s sonorous uproar
Tired eyes devouring the horizon for something
Perhaps a prince will find time, and even her

The last to still believe and muck around fairy-tales
Breathlessly hoping someday that they’ll come true
Trusting worn window to herald a true knight
Or at the very least, a champion to rescue


Photo by Eduard Militaru on Unsplash

The Last Entry (Poem)

rocking back and forth
lying shattered on the floor

the drugs she needs
keep leaving her empty

old bottles scattered open
hungry needles forever broken

pain’s no substitute for love
so she’s writing this in blood

defeated she sinks beneath
and slowly drifts off to sleep

her message was costing too much
as warm water joins her in the tub

she’s soon lost up in the clouds
this time she won’t come down

a cherished creature joins the deep
letting her lovely arms bleed

2006 (revised 2018)

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Some battles can’t be fought alone. Sometimes we need help. 

Tyrant In Her Tower (Poem)

mobile-phone-1875813_1920She’s fallen in ruins of destruction
Holding onto her torn paper doll
Gazing out across her wasteland of nothing
Observing the final end of it all

She’s given up her hunger for freedom
To be released from his chains
Not but a bare waif in his kingdom
Kept for years under wanton rein

She promised herself to one day be free
Which fostered the faintest flame inside
Igniting in her a vague hope to believe
Perhaps there really is some good in this life

Yet that tyrant’s still tossing about in her tower
So deluded he thinks she loves and obeys
Under his crooked crown of power
She struggles daily against his wicked ways

2006 (revised 2018)

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