The Required Pieces

Loki (Naani)

Blood is dripping from the fangs
Upon my face with mortal pangs
Until the dawn of Ragnarok

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Haiku Trio on Nature

Life upon the grave
Growing over even death
Harken to its call


Vestiges remain
Yet even they grow scarce
Soon we'll know but dreams


Primordial world
Speaks with clever tongues
Listeners are we  

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I Am From
 
I am from the alleyway that dwells away from light
I do not travel in the day, but rather in the night.
I am from the silhouette that lies in plainest sight.
And if the world a farmer's crop, than I a deadly blight.

I am from the hunter's tower, overlooking all.
Perched above with mighty power I will quickly fall
I am from the eagle's talons, and the eagle's dives.
When the fish have grown to gluttons, I shall claim their lives.

I am from the trenchant blade that in the shadow keeps
I am from the fallen mother, for who her child weeps
I am from the vengeful forces carried on the wind
I am from the hands of justice, which more than laws rescind

I am from antipathy
I travel on fleet feet
I employ pure amnesty
Unless you choose deceit

I am from the endless night-watch; I am from the dawn.

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The Dragon of Eternal Fates (Ode)

Can you hear the mountains yonder?
Listen for their thunderous roar.
Does it send your mind to ponder
From what fount this sound doth pour?

I shall tell you: tis' from caverns
Buried in a shadowed deep
That this roar originates.

Far from any homely taverns.
From where ancient fables creep
The Dragon of Eternal Fates
Is snoring in a restless sleep.

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O' Soldier Strong (Sonnet)

Where have you gone o' soldier strong?
Did you chase after battle's song?
Did you head out to mend the wrong?
How long shall you be gone? How long?

A grievance born, a broken trance
Passed gates of death the living prance
Forgotten families forced to dance
Across the woe created hence.

Upon the casket sleeps the pall
Honoring your triumphant fall
A triumph not to me at all
Not worth the tears the mourners bawl.

The gales of joy that once had blown
A laughter now no longer known
No memories to soon be grown
For you have left them all alone
Because you wished to mend the wrong.

Where have you gone o' soldier strong?
How long shall you be gone? How long

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Fate Forlorn (Terza Rima)

Fate, she wandered listlessly
Across the solemn shore
And out she gazed upon the sea.

She gazed until her eyes grew sore
With tears her eyes were fraught
Who knows what she was looking for.

It seemed as though her heart was caught
Much like a forlorn fish
A fish decayed with woe and rot.

Standing there she cast a wish
To save a fading life
Across the endless water's swish


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The Night of Last (Minute Poem)

Twas a night of great avail
Lost in our ale
Happy as clams
At olde St.Sham's!

We danced with laughter 'round the kegs
With turkey legs
And merry tunes
With beauty's boons!

Never forget that night of last
When joy amassed
Sharing our greed
In pints of mead!

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As the Ages Pass (Free Verse)

Copse of forest, bright with life
Labyrinth of verdancy
With fallen leafs the floor is rife
Birds and beasts abounding free.

Enter Man

Fallen founts of wood spit smoke
Wild does the forest burn
Axes torches writing choke
And bereave the final fern.

Enter Children

Concrete castle mars the skies
Classrooms bustle busily
Silenced are the students' cries
Of life's remaining mystery.

Enter Strife

Broken metal, shattered glass
Order falls with empty clips
Soldiers run through lead morass
Destruction at their heels nips.

Exit Man

Quiet corpse of stone and steel
There the wind resides alone
Time will work to mend and heal
Till the forest's fully grown

Enter Nature

Copse of forest bright with life
Labyrinth of verdancy
With fallen leafs the floor is rife
Birds and beasts abounding free.

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Slam Poem

Slam! Slam! Slam!
I hate slam poems!
Freedom is at hand!
Bear the fiery branch in prideful talons above thy head like leonine victory!
Freedom is at hand!
Hear the bell toll with celebration in lamentation's stead!
Freedom is at hand!
Slam poetry I cannot see!
Slam poetry is better dead!
Slam! Slam! Slam!
I love bacon.

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Bio Poem

I am what the tales tell
I am how the tree once fell
I am water from the well
I am heaven! I am hell!
I am god within my world!
Upon me will the stones be hurled
But I shall be far-distant then
Away from realms of mundane men
For in tales I'll reside
To the story I'll confide
From banality I shall hide
By surreality I abide!
I am the tale!

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A Rose (extra)

I abandoned my bonds
I abandoned my chains
I abandoned my prison
I abandoned the reins
I let the carriage run awry
Down what path it chose

The road was rough
The wood, it roared
The wheels groaned
But I ignored
I let the carriage run awry
For I had found a rose

Her thorns relented
Her petals glistened
She whispered mirth
And so I listened
I let the carriage run awry
Forgetting all my woes

Time fell to fading
Time lost to bliss
A breathing dream
Within a kiss
I let the carriage run awry
For I had found a rose.

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The End of the World (extra)

Twas dusk, I remember, on that early December
When the world turned to ash, and left naught but an ember
The sky burned in crimson
And our eyes turned to light
Away from the poison
Away from the night

How humorous and sad this fate
That only at the end abate
The countless storms of mankind’s greed
Of daggers, shields, and of spears
All of which make mankind bleed
Until a silence fills its ears

But beautiful indeed the end
Where thy enemy is thy friend
In a language without restriction
Spoken with audacity
In some sweet, seraphic diction
Where the tongue is wandering free.

My eyes have witnessed such a day
For though my friends did sit and pray
I walked across the end of life
And saw it at its peak
And though you’d think there would be strife
No strife did mankind seek.

With gas-tank full of eager oil
I freed myself from fear’s great toil
I felt the key within my hand
The engine roared and sang with mirth
I felt my spirit’s swift demand
And embraced my quick rebirth

The windows rolled into their sheath
The wind, so pleasant, seemed to wreathe
About my happy, careless nature
An endless, hallow breeze.
And so I left my nomenclature
Beside my old disease.

A splendid name did I then don
A name of dauntlessness and brawn
It was the name of everything
Spelled only by a smile
A name that only angels sing
That no one could defile.

I carried my omniscient name
Without the slightest bit of shame
And drove without a shackle bound
Stopping for a passerby
Who sat, quite haggard on the ground
And asked him how he’d like to die.

To this said question, he returned
A message which my fate had earned:
“The world, it seems, is coming down
And we’ll go with the end
But if in fire we’re to drown
I’d rather with a friend.”

He must’ve known my name it seemed
For then his smile, restless, beamed
Akin to mine, for mine had flared
And so he joined me on my travel
And so the final day was shared
As we watched the world unravel.

Twas dusk, I remember, on that early December
When the world turned to ash and left naught but an ember
I found a man quite foreign to me
Another day he’d not be friend
But I befriended fearlessly
Because it was the end.

And I said to my final friend:
"How beautiful indeed the end."