The Horseman

The noose doth tighten, and in the distant darkness the smile of death rests upon the icy cold shoulders of a black steed.. He waiteth, not impatiently, but with cruel and uncaring malice, for the final stitch; the last and ending gasp that signals the great challenge of being is...

Poets’ Spirit

The words, empty and meaningless, without purpose, strength or ability, change no views, sharpen no sense, and define no sentiment.. Like paint in a bucket, to be splashed upon the surface of our lives, creating nothing, but a landscape of banality, until touched by the spirit of the poet, who...

Mother Remembered

From infancy through childhood, to manhood, where I am, You gave your every living breath, to help me understand;That life is more than hunt and peck, nor just a party grand,and what I do from day to day, shows not all that I am. You took on all my problems,...

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