[Poems] Untitled Until a Title Rises

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"Kick out the stob, you frog-faced stoat", those were to be his last words but the frog-faced hangman, in sadistic fashion, kicked the chair out before the epithet was formed on his lips. Surely, the crowd had jeered and crowed for the hangman to get on with the day's entertainment but as Helfred Hellbender began his last little speech, silence fell in a shortened wave as elbows, shin kicks, and head slaps were employed to gather the inattentive. Simultaneously, the rattle of the odd stool mixed with the muffled slap of Hellbender's fall. The following swinging creak only lasted the pause of one breath. As one, the mob, for surely a mob they now were, surged forward with a raw cry of denial.

Helfred had been no one's hero, a randy criminal through and through. Not one soul avenged his inglorious end but there the frog-faced hangman swung, Hellbender's companion into eternity. In the end, frog-face had forgotten that it wasn't justice these people had come to see. He had stolen their one twisted little joy and they had treated him to a thief's demise.

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Kirik Ping
Raw and drowned, locked amid the dungeon of earth
Wrenched and wrought, by fire made pure
Hammered and shaped, to cut true
Oiled and honed, no finery in lain
Sheathed and belted, awaiting service
Cry and hue, all the glory of bloodletting
Clang and clatter, Kirik Ping

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A Dwarven Funeral Dirge....incomplete

O, the bar-rows tell no tales but many a spirit whis-pers there,
Where king's ransom la-ay and the bones of warriors fa-are,
There'll come a da-ay, a very bright da-ay, when the wind will blow,
It'll blow a so-ong, a keening so-ong, of the the whis-pered tales made there.....

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Laughter, my flimsy shield
Held aloft
Hanging low
In Defense most dire
Weapon against the night

Laughter, my flimsy shield
Uneasy ally
Uncertain bulwark
Not my frame
Barely my soul

Laughter, my flimsy shield
Dear is the why
Near is the how
Cracks, breaks, and failings
Yet you hold, you hold

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In dreams
Shiny white and sleek
Fast, gear grinding shifter shift
Mountain road and panoramania
Speed and speed
And speed
Curve, the downshift
Pressing the pedal
Bursting and cornering
From the inside lane
Across the outside
Here comes the edge
Airborne
....
....
Waking, blinking back to the light.
In dreams

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How does one write a thing that can not be written

Not that words can not be formed
Or spliced in from the primordial
Subtext, context, emotion, and in between the lines

How does one write a thing that needs written

Filling in the details, etching them down
Grinding over the remainder, paths that diverge
Including, excluding, pounding in all the odd parts

How does one write a thing for balm

Knowing there are no good words
Not one single one
For tribute, memoriam, the poorest gift

How does one write a thing

Blending and clearing the veils
Bringing the nods of misperception
Guiding, aiming, toiling in the reverse

How does one do it

Borrowing a hope of mind
Attempting to scribe down the line
So much wonder though you've left life in this world behind

Goodbye Christie

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Hands

<sigh>

As they worked
Peeling onions
Considerations began

Turning round orbs
Peeling away skin
Noticing knobs and bends

Lifting that razor's edge
Slicing off in portion
Dividing down to mince

Not Deja Vu
Memories layered
Wrinkles and cracks galore

As they worked
Father
Mother

Grand and Grand again
Back through the days
Seeing them and myself

Working together
Peeling onions
And considering hands

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Another Goodbye

Let these words be a warm blanket
Cast over your shoulder
Lying nestled among your pillows

Head in repose
Fabric drawn close
The calm of silence surrounds

Eye closed, aflutter
Breathing measured and light
Mouth quirked in knowing

Dreams in the recesses
Discoveries and wonders
Fragmented fancies

Anonymous rendezvous
Vague celebrations
And warm farewells

Cosmic
Infinite
Before Awakening

Godspeed Jay

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Myths

The Myth of Me
The Myth of You

Out on the Winding byway
Or Hall adorned

In the closeted alcove
Upon the precipice

Holding our illusion
Our lie

Personal unvarnished kernels
Ignoble or not

Captive
Free

Can we believe
Less inner thought

But rest on our fallibility
Hoping to rise

Confidence without competence
The couple in parity

Ego in pantheon
Atop Mount Olympus

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Stand on the Ground
Look to the Horizon
Hold on
1000 mph