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Kilted Warrior

He stands proud and strong, this kilted warrior
head held high against the unending pain
of a heart born out of sadness
for the loss of those who came before him
and thoughts of those who would
continue on when he himself was no more.
Proud men one and all
vows made, till surrendered in death
to defend that which
was their birthright, the very land
upon which he now stood.
The call to battle though long since silenced
came from within his very heart and soul
blood of the ancient ones raged in his veins
his sword by his side...shield upon his back
he stood ready to charge into battle
to do what was expected of him since birth
to fight as those before him fought
without fear, but with a strength
only a battle hardened warrior
knew and understood.

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I Cried Again Today

I cried again today
though no tears were seen
for I chose not to show them.
The reason(s) for these tears
are known only within myself
for no one wants to hear them.
No outward scars are visible
from the abuse I've come to know
for its mental, not physical pain
that you choose to inflict.
You appear not to notice
the hurt your words create
for this would reveal to everyone
the true self within you.
This world I find solace in
will remain forever and always
except to me, a silent one
for my tears are mine alone
and I will share them with no one.

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Flip-Flops

Flip-flop,flip-flop!

flip-flop,flip-flop!

a steady beating cadence

most annoying at times

whether from a distance

worse yet,when fast approaching

gives one cause to grit their teeth

until the noise moves on

becoming more and more silent

with each progressing

flip-flop,flip-flop.

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The Beauty That Lies Within

Were it not for this body
that I now inhabit
could we be friends, even lovers?
Would that you could look beyond
my outward being and see what's inside
see beyond a body/face that to you is not beautiful.
Would that you looked with your heart
instead of with your eyes.
In doing this you might see that true beauty
isn't always on the outside.
Instead, look with your mind and know that beauty is,
as it has been written, more then skin deep.
Would that you could see through Gods eyes
that we are all beautiful, as he meant us to be.
Love is more then the physical, it lies within as well
it is in the beating of our hearts,
it  lives within our soul, also within our spiritual self.
This beauty asks nothing more then to be nurtured,
to be awakened, and in doing so,
one will find that love is, at its best
something wondrous to behold.
Beauty comes to us in many forms
and should your eyes not open to this truth
you may loose that which stands here before you
that very being that God, in all his wisdom/glory
created perhaps only unto you.
He chose to make me as I am for a reason
it is not for us to question
buy only to accept and thus look for 
the beauty that lies within.

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June!

Once a naughty cupid elf
 slipped upon me unaware
took June from my heart
 and instead, put December there!

Now cold December loved me
 but with furry lent from pain
strove to drive June from my heart
 and reigh again instead!

But what the Gods' have given me
 I will not let depart
and June shall live forever
 enshrined witin my heart!

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The Bells of St. Pauls

A soft breeze from the nearby sea
lifted its fingers one sunny morn'
to cool the drowsy town
as I strolled along the quiet street
musing on life and greetings friends
I chanced to meet along the way.

I passed a quaint brown church
nestled among newer neighboring shops
its' stained glass windows caught the sun
and flung a millions diamond lights into the air
to form a backdrop
for a muted fairy chorus there.

Glancing aloft
I saw no visible bells
so whence came this refrain?
that slowly rose
to heaven, thinly sweet
and pausing, fell to earth again,
an answer came
these were the ghostly echoes
from the sweet voiced choir
who poured their voices up to him
along a golden stair of songs.

The angels reposing there
had caught the notes and hung them
in a garland around the church steeple 
from souls who once the dim hushed aisles
had trod along their upward rise
to paradise and God!

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Little Rock Hooty Owl

Little rock hooty owl
sits stoically poised
his roost, the computer tower
atop my desk.
Mr. C.W. Hoots is his name
though he never gives a hoot
least none that I can hear
but please, just call him "Hoots"
for this is what he prefers.
His eyebrows arch perpetually
in that usual scowl
that all good owls it seems
favor among their many faces.
Atop his perch he roosts
a starring contest between us
I will most assuredly lose
for those steely black eyes of his
get me every time.
Most oft times he seems so sad
perhaps a bit lonely too
I do believe that now is the time
to find this Mr. his Mrs. 
for no one should be alone
and most assuredly not a pet rock.

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No More Rhythm

Now is the time
  to sit down and rhythm.
Sorry folks!
  I guess that's it
No more wit!


This was written just on the spur of the moment and off the top of my head.

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Little Ant Choo Choo Train

Five little ants, chugging along
Alternatively, perhaps it was six, hard to tell
I saw no engine nor did I see a caboose
Saw no little smoke stack belching smoke
Nor did I hear a whistle blow
However, these little fellows were sure determined
To get where they were going
Or perhaps they were returning from where they had been.
They let nothing stand in their way
No obstacle blocked their travels
However, every so often they seemed to stop
As if to make sure they were headed the right way
I wish I knew where they were headed
For perhaps I would follow them
And find a pleasant place to end my journey.
I could well imagine the conversations
Being conversed along their way
Perhaps they were as interested in me
As I was in them, but I think not 
For they continued on their way
As I watched them slowly move along
On their journey to someplace.

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Quick Step March

He marches along in regal splendor
Short legs goose-stepping to an unheard beat
His coat black and shiny
Fierce eyes gleaming with determination.
At times, he makes a sound
Perhaps to call others to arms
However, no one responds
And he is left to march alone.
At times he comes to  a sudden stop
What could he be thinking?
Where are my other soldiers perhaps?
Again, he calls for reinforcements
But none ever come
For they have deserted him
So he is left again to march alone
In an unknown journey
That only he knows.
Suddenly, with no thoughts except his own
He takes wing and flies off into the sky
For that is what a crow/blackbird does
Until next, he lands to practice his march again.