The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ MenGang aft agley ~Robert Burns, “To a Mouse” Once there was a mouseWho had the rule of the house‘Til the house’s owner got a cat,And that was the end of that. And so the mouse hid in his holeAnd didn’t see another soulFor almost twenty daysAs he studiedContinue reading “Best Laid Schemes”
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The Crimes of the Nation Are Your Crimes, Too
The crimes of the nation are your crimes, too The sins of the fathers they hand down to you The blood that you wash from your hands leaves a stain As large and as lasting as all that you gain From wrongs that continue to this very day And you’re guilty as hell for stillContinue reading “The Crimes of the Nation Are Your Crimes, Too”
Fear the Fearless
Those who rule through fear, fear the fearless Who, broken on wheels that break bones, but will never break vows Sing out the song that is a battle cry Resounding to the furthest reaches Of the human imagination, we soar On wings woven for us by some Reckless Daedalus out of a tapestry of dreams.Continue reading “Fear the Fearless”
Snow Angel
pale as death she laybut with the apple’sblush upon her cheeks clad in silver samitelike her eyes thatmirrored snowy skies her long red hairfanned out about her facea fiery halo the bell sleeves of her lithe and outspread armsforming angel wings © 2022 by Strider Lee
Beneath the Voiceless Trees, Part II
This seems hardly worth an entry but when I posted my unfinished poem Beneath the Voiceless Trees I didn’t recall that a few years after I’d written it I’d actually added five more verses. As often happens, I came across them the other day quite by accident, while searching for something else. Of course, theContinue reading “Beneath the Voiceless Trees, Part II”
Forbidden Memories
Forbidden memoriesHoarfrost of my soulEvoking melodiesThat rise up from a heart Which is not whole What is this emptinessWhy does it persistI see your silhouetteIt dances through the mistA frenzied pirouetteI clench my fist There is nothing left for meBut thisThe kiss of destinyYour kissForbidding memoryOf what will never beA heaven forever Witholding bliss ThoseContinue reading “Forbidden Memories”
Beneath the Voiceless Trees
When elves awoke in days of eldThe world was wrapped in twilightAnd first of all their eyes beheldThe beauty of the starlight For they had risen long beforeBoth moon and sun, and walked aloneAnd heard upon the shimmering shoreThe song of water over stone. And though they searched both near and farThrough lonely groves andContinue reading “Beneath the Voiceless Trees”
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