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Katrina Margell Poem
If all dreams were realities,
And all wishes came true,
The night would be morning,
And the sadness would go.
But the days would be dark,
And the sun would be dim,
And happiness just wouldn’t be the same.
If all dreams were realities,
My path might well have been clear
But a clear path would mean nothing,
Had you not been near.
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Silently, pensively, I watch the crystal waters from above.
The air is crisp, and the sun is warm as the birds sing their tender, sweet songs of love.
I can feel the mist dancing up from the waves.
Surrounding me fully, their symphony I crave.
The rocks are shining beneath a surface of green.
Such breathtaking beauty very few have seen.
The grasses sway gently to and fro,
And I feel the magic continue to grow.
Some say that Heaven lies far from here,
But to stand by the water, one would swear it was near.
The people who come here, so euphoric they quiver,
When they behold the sites of the Colorado River.
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M anors towering
Over the horizon
Western skies ablazon
With majesty possessing.
E arth trodden soil
Bearing feet of noble birth
Tramping blades of aged turf,
Hearts destined to inner turmoil.
D anger lurking in
Shadows of the silent souls:
Smoldering, burning coals
Leaving scares of ashes within.
I nsightful minds too
Rare to locate in this time,
Appearing so sublime
Their radiant light shining through.
E vening abbey bells
Sound the coming jubilee,
To mass we grandly flee
The Sabbath day the priest foretells.
V iking raiders come
Arriving by the ocean,
Longboats sail in motion,
Stealthy in their horrible glum.
A rmies marching near
Pillaging every city
Sorrow filled with pity,
Echoing cries of solemn fear.
L aughing now has ceased
Only silence here to reign
With nothing left to gain
So many loved ones now deceased.
T ime is ticking to
A close, another plunder
Resounds like dark thunder
Beckoning to “The Red” anew.
I nto the misty,
Frosty air of the midnight
Eric leads the new fight
Away from the ruins gritty.
M an after man of
Norsemen racing to the west
Shouting cries of the beast
Charging towards the mountains above.
E arly morning now
Is here, but the Viking king
Is nowhere to be seen
He has fled after half a bow.
S ilent knights stand tall
For they have fended the
Scoundrel attack; they see
New rays of hope starting to call
“Long live Christ Jesus,
Savior of us all!”
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Misery flouts age.
It knows no race, no gender, no status.
It flows silently in depths so deep
One could get lost forever.
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Inside of me,
The child cries
For she’s scared and lonely and needs of comfort.
Inside of me,
The adult yells
And tells the child to be strong.
Inside of me,
The elder laughs-
She knows the way things ought to be.
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You say you remember, you understand.
But be honest, you don’t. How could you?
Looking back is hardly the same as looking from-
Remembering isn’t the same as experiencing.
Each year gives you wisdom, experience, growth.
You are never what you were - you lose yourself daily.
If you can’t turn back the hands of time, how can you judge?
How can you empathise? Why try?
Most are too self-involved to anyway.
Life is a journey, let us go through it.
Don’t undermine our problems and say it’s normal for our age.
Everyone’s experience is different.
You may remember, but you do not understand.
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Can animals regret?
If so, I know what this one is thinking:
‘If only I’d ran the other way -
If only I’d not stopped at that hydrant..’
Somehow I think he knows,
he understands that his number is up.
For who want a mangy mutt like this?
Surely he is good for nothing but trouble...
Yet I can’t shake this thought, staring into his eyes;
it’s not right, what I do.
What gives me the right to lock him up?
For all I know, I may be a dog one day...
But of course everyone knows dogs can’t feel.
And I’ve a family to feed, things to buy.
Once again I harden my heart - no regrets.
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Solitary, alone
The night the light I seek
I thrive in shadows,
I live in quiet
Peace is better than pain
In cold I find warmth
In clouds I find sun
Mysterious, some would say
I use stars to guide my way
In doubt I find faith
In children I find wisdom
In fantasy I find fact
And in lies I find the truth
Solitary, alone
The night the light I seek
I thrive in shadows,
I live in quiet
For peace exists within pain.
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For we are the slayers
Hear our cry:
We stand against evil with selfless intent
We are strong, we are bold
We are proud, we are free
We move as one in the void of night.
We fight together with hands of Earth
We love forever with hearts of fire
We dance together with spirits of water
We learn forever with minds of air.
We stand against darkness with passion and faith
We are brave, we are good
We are stalwart and true
We shall never break,
But shall bend
As a willow in the wind.
For we are the slayers
May the forces of Hell cower and fear
For we are the slayers
Working in darkness,
Protecting the light.
We shall never surrender the fight.
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Why do some want Christmas to be everyday?
Do they not see the beauty of that one perfect day?
Do they not realize how life would become
If everyday was just another bright Christmas morn?
Or perhaps these people are wiser than most.
Do they see something the rest of us don’t?
Could there be some secret hidden within
The good-will towards others and peace among men?
I’m certain many of you would have to agree
That there’s something to Christmas besides just the tree
The stockings, the manger, the candy, the wine,
The smiles, the presents are all very fine . . .
But just what is Christmas aside from these things?
Aside from the holiday December brings
Christmas proves there is goodness in all
So why after Christmas does the magic not call?
Perhaps what makes each Christmas have reason
Has nothing to do with the Holiday season
Maybe the source of each Christmas past
Is the people behind it; why can’t their cheer last?
The week after Christmas, the smiles will fade
The turkey, the egg-nog, the Christmas parade
The holidays are over and work will resume
Bringing in people dripping with gloom.
But I challange you to keep Christmas living
All year around don’t cease in your giving
Good tidings and blessing will come unto you
If you keep the spirit, maybe others will too.
A new world could surface out of this cheer
As more people dry their last little tear
We cannot make everyday perfect
But if we try our efforts will be worth it.
This year the spirit doesn’t have to die
On the wings of good people, it can forever fly
With millions of people stuck in full drive
The Christmas spirit truly needs to survive.
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