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The KnightA brawny man, hidden by armor, with a great steed by his side. A man with a bronze shield, and scratched equipment, and a razor-sharp broadsword in hand. A man who had been grazed by swords, and stabbed by daggers, and bashed with clubs, and struck by arrows, and burnt with steel, and looted by thieves; who feared nothing, stood strong, and had a courageous spark in his eye; and whose spirit remained powerful as he rode into battle.
WealthYou're born naked, you die naked,
that is my motto.
So why does it matter if you win the lotto?
Money is an object that can't bring you joy,
if anything, it plays with your mind like a toy.
Don't go through life saving every single penny,
those tiny cents have already corrupted many.
I'd assume you're probably asking yourself,
"Why live a poor lifestyle when I can have wealth"?
The answer to that is it can ruin your life.
Once filled with happiness, and now full of strife.
You say you'll do one thing but you do the other,
not even spending a cent on your dying mother.
Friends will be asking for even one dime,
and you'll say no, get one on your own time.
Your life gets lonely and filled with dread,
you'd probably think that you're better off dead.
Money, it seemed, should always bring cheer,
but it's the complete opposite, causing you to live in fear.
There are plenty of consequences that wealth can bring,
such as being in your life, and ruining everything.
BoredomI quietly sat there,
thinking as the rain was pouring.
I became aware,
that for me, life had never been so boring.
I pondered and wondered of what I could do,
there were so many activities, yet also so few.
I tried to read one of those amateur books,
alas, there was no sign of an interesting hook.
I switched on my TV, looking to play a game,
but the sum of them were bland, all and the same.
Then there was writing, a fun thing that I've done,
yet bad luck for me, my ideas were none.
Since there were no other things I could think of possibly trying,
my imagination rose and I thought I was flying.
That didn't last long, though, as the planes shot me down,
so I got back up, and took another look around.
I observed everything that I could possibly use,
then I soon realized, I could use these as my muse.
I placed down a paper and just started writing,
I thought, "Dang, where was all this fun hiding?".
I wrote and wrote then my boredom came to an end.
I'm so glad there's writing, it is such a
Dat PoemHello, I am a poem, how are you today?
You can't think of me? Well, I should get out of your way.
You have trouble finding me, and I wonder why
But maybe I'm here, you're just telling yourself a lie.
And since you're having difficulties, should I lend you a hand?
Wait, never mind, I'll trap your thoughts in quick sand.
It's painfully obvious that you're very confused,
Maybe you're writing this to get purely amused.
Who knows? Because I don't.
You're trying to write me, and to that I say you won't.
DovahkiinIn the prophecies tells of dragonborn,
the hero learning the language of shouts.
Destroying the dragons enflamed with scorn,
Says he will drive all of the evil out.
The savior of continent Tamriel,
He slays the world-eater called Alduin.
Fort is in danger, they're ringing the bell,
like Charlie Sheen, dragonborn always wins.
Commits many crimes and is forgiven,
assassinations to countless mortals.
Evil and heroic acts are driven,
heads to godly dimensions through portals.
The legendary hero Dovahkiin,
throughout history his acts will be seen.
For NatureI am grateful I was given life
To see the sunshine and the moonlight,
The field of azure in the sky,
And the shade cast upon us at night.
The wind that rambles all the tall trees,
The singing of the birds that fly free,
And the rustle of the fallen leaves
Are all voices that call to greet me.
I will be glad to sail wide across
A sea that stretches from shore to shore;
There I might wander and then be lost;
After one sea, there are many more.
In every gulf, lake or river
Are great waters tranquil or fluent;
There is radiance, it does not matter
Whether it is flowing or silent.
The rains that come to wash off the ground
Are blessings from east, west, north and south;
The thunderstorms that are booming loud
Are roars of power from heaven's mouth.
I do believe that in every plant,
In every fish deep in the ocean,
In everything under all the stars,
There is beauty, in water or land.
Cherry BlossomComing of the spring
Herds of birds announce singing
Every flower turns its head to sky
Rising towards warmness of
Radiating sun smiling down
Yet the most beautiful waits
Blossoming with sweet innocence
Little buds on cherry trees slowly
Open for everyone to see pink petals
Spring has come!
One can only smile at sight of
Millions of cherry blossoms
Silent DanceThe sun is awake
And the grass is covered with dew
The old day is gone
And the world starts anew
The dogs and cats yawn
The ants get to work
All the flowers breathe
And stretch in the earth
The squirrels gather there nuts
And gently wake the trees
And the wind blows a kiss
To send a rattle through the leaves
The whole world dances
In it’s musical silence
‘Til the humans wake
And makes it all violent
Notes on a Breezy DayAfternoon wind tugs restless at weed-tops,
A bamboo chime jangles just to my right—
Hard wind cuts clean again across the breast
Of foot-felt ground—myrrh-dark solidities
Well up below me as gold fields contract,
Chilled to their core –Out from the west, wild night
Floods city senses— ruthless and rock-thick…
Trees stumble ‘round half-dressed; Bear with this place,
Small gravel, bright occasional birdcall…
Calm beige geometries of straw and dirt
Rumple, thank ragged mid-green (dandelion)
And that infernal finger-ripping freeze,
The present minute…Door-crash, swift air-rush
Sing to spring, trussed and squalling in the grass.
FlowerLife is like a flower
Life is like a flower
from a seed to a stem
we grow with time
we blossom into what we're meant to be
Like a flower We grow
July 23 RainJuly 23 Rain
The evening sky that followed rain
At 6 pm tonight
Left two rainbows overhead
One was shining bright
And though I pointed them to someone below
I never told what I feel
That the shining rainbow was her smile
In knowing our love was real
Golden StormToday I raced the running clouds,
While I followed a yellow road.
Above me a golden beast claimed the sky,
Across a blue prairie it strode.
Howling at the MoonThe moonlight filters through the tall trees,
Signaling the time that I shall rise.
There are no sounds other than the sleeping honey bees,
But there isn't anything that should give me surprise.
I spotted a rabbit nestled in its borrow unaware of its close demise,
So I quickly and accurately made the kill.
I carried it in my jaws as a worthy prize
Up to the lonely, black hill.
I was satisfied as I sat stone still.
The moon was bright, but the sun will come soon,
So I tilted my head back and with precise skill
Let out a single note meant for howling at the moon.
I never heard the birds flying with despair,
But I did hear a single gunshot crack throughout the air.
TrippingThe roads are tied in knots and bows;
Where am I going? No one knows.
Within the woods I spy a bird
Whose music I have never heard;
And coming for me is a snake -
My coming here was a mistake!
And in the pond I see a frog,
A little thing with eyes agog;
And hiding somewhere in the sand
Are insects, spiders, rodents and
A million things I haven't seen
In life or death or in between:
The streets are twisting threads of gray;
Where am I going? Far away.
The Leaves Swayed, the Leaves FellThe leaves swayed, the leaves fell.
The sun rose up into the home it dwells.
The farmer stood in the empty field,
as the wounds of winter had been healed.
He took a deep breath and gazed in the sky,
a marvelous sight to see the sparrows fly.
The leaves swayed, the leaves fell.
The echoing is heard of the church's bell.
The wind drove blades of grass in the air,
and nature went on without a care.
The seeds of life are gliding through the sky,
and deep in the soil is where they'll lie.
The leaves swayed, the leaves fell.
Darkness falls on this day that was swell.
The moonlight gleams throughout the plain.
It soon lights up the entire domain.
It's time for nature to now get some rest,
so it can make tomorrow extremely blessed.
The leaves swayed, the leaves fell.
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