Dreams Drift
Dreams Drift
My dreams drift like
Snow
Over black ice
roads
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It’s short. It’s sweet. It’s Friday. Well, welcome to the weekend, folks. Ironically enough, this post was delayed by a flash snow storm.
Well, I hope your weekend is long, your drinks are cold, and that Monday finds you roaring and ready to go another round!
Snow Birds
Snow Birds
Sparrows sit on snow,
the little ghosts who peck
and leave no steps,
and for whom themselves
can willingly alight,
spiriting away like a shade
departing from its
former life.
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Hey there, folks. Today it might not be funny, but I get those small phrases stuck in my head sometimes and they come out as poems that I reckon might turn out alright. This one came from this morning, sipping on some energy and watching the sparrows sit on the snow. I admit there was a bit of envy there, as I had just gone out and stuck my leg through a few snow drifts and the snow had copped a feel up my leg by sneaking up my pant leg. The first lines of this poem kinda just came to mind sitting there so, now, here they are for you. I do hope you enjoy.
Here’s to hoping your day flies by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.
Cold Snap
Cold Snap
The wind sets the
trees to groaning
and each brittle branch
threatens to snap
as a howling wind huffs
itself over
envious as it steals
our breaths.
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Mornin’, folks. So normally I’ve got a chipper poem to combat the case of the Monday’s, but today you’re getting this one instead. Why? That picture there is off of my home thermometer this morning. Enough said.
Weathering The Storm
Weathering The Storm
The world, it can be wicked,
tossing to the wind what we
thought we knew, dashing beloved
memories against boulders, and
undoing what we’ve held so
tightly to,
but only through destruction,
do we learn to weather storms,
and only through abduction
do we learn what’s in store.
There’s a power in rebuilding,
being a phoenix among the ash,
we learn the answers to petty
questions, and the ones we
really need to ask,
We find out what’s important
who really loves us, what we need,
and we end up better people
because of tragedy.
So rise and be reminded that,
no matter what you’re going
through, the tempest can be
outlasted, and become a part
of you,
You can learn to harness
lightning, you can be the
brightest flash, the lighthouse
gleam of guidance for those
too afraid to ask.
You can summon forth the gale
winds and use them to fuel
the winds of change, you can
call down the heavy torrents to
help wash away the pain,
And you’ll learn to speak like thunder,
you’ll boom with every breath,
and with every new challenge that
faces you, you’ll grow stronger yet.
So become that force of nature
that in tragedy is reborn, and know
you can become a better person
from just weathering the storm.
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Mornin’, folks. So this isn’t my normal Monday post, but this hasn’t exactly been a normal week, so I whipped up something that I’ve had in the works for a while to kick it off. Hopefully, for anyone going through anything, this poem might shed some light on how to turn a bad situation into something good. It sucks when ‘the suck’ is happening, but we can choose to come out of it as better, stronger people. All you have to do is just keep going, and once you’ve made it through you’ll be battle ready when something decides to come at you again. Better yet, you’ll be able to help/talk someone through that sort of situation.
Anywho, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy this simple rhyme. It may be a bit crude, but the sentiment is what is truly in it’s heart.
Victis Honor: Facing the Storm
Victis Honor
Thought I’d give this picture a post this afternoon. It contains the poem from earlier today, just on a very applicable picture. The photo was taken about five years ago in Oahu, Hawaii and I couldn’t think of a better image for this poem than one of facing the ocean as a storm rolls in.
However, because I’m fickle, I couldn’t figure out which centering of the text I liked best, so here’s another version.
Victis Honor
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