Short Steeled Poems

The only weapon I wield,
is a pen.
i bust a poem or two,
now and then.
My heart no longer steeled
and this i say is true
my soul inside revealed
I do this just for you.

then again......

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a question is asked
and we are so tasked
to ignite a mind
yet in ego’s bind

we let silence speak
that thus a sneak peek
to soul be revealed
when focus be steeled

the cosmic dancer
becomes the answer
flowing on with ease
and thus questions cease...

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Listen to poem:

You cried at losing, as some do;
Not I. Determined to accrue
That credit to my name
I courted and called fame,
I steeled myself and stood,
Rigid -- upright -- and would
Not deign reveal what graced
My form: two faces,
                              both mask-encased....

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soft murmurs of the heart concealed
allowed not the soul to be healed
contracting its heart day by day
yet displaying persona steeled

bleeding hearts see blue skies as grey
sit beside them, for a while stay
offer a healing transmission 
touch of love, warmth of a sun ray...

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    Pearl Harbor Day was today
      feels like it’s gone away

    Emotions it once ignited
      no longer invited  

    Determination it long ago steeled
      faded forever, without appeal

    Forgive Old Glory for shedding a tear
      lowered to rest after all these years
...

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Casting
off the
shores,
bound for
faraway lands.
Setting 
sail on 
dark seas,
uncertain, 
unknown 
the travails 
that await.
Crew steeled 
for
adventure 
exploration 
fame
glory.
No 
turning back.
Humanity 
departing. 
Longships
rising, slow
gracefully 
plumes of 
power
moving beyond 
earthly bounds
out into the
cosmos.
Climbing the
ultimate 
mountain.
Searching 
exploration 
triumph!...

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A strange autumn this,
with its tight closed fists,
its lynched, hollow fruitfulness.

Ashen drapes shroud
listless maples, a sky
reluctant to color its face.

We are knuckled inwards.
A pestilence has worn out
the pith of those who survive.

We enter this wintry furnace
refined, steeled, and buckled
with a somber endurance

and we will come through
just as autumn does, renewing 
the earth with its fiber and sorrows....

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