Fantasy

The play of words
a rhyme short and sweet
The silver tongue to mix
the basic of our speech
the poem or the song
to stir the fruitful loins,
inspire courage to all who hear
or make those men boot quiver in fear.
Our stories of old, retold from youth
to teach the lesson to the Bold
The Brave will take to their heart
the foolish to their grave.
All need know what deed been done
So that hero may live again
The clash of sword, and ring of blow.
All battles from before.
Our war of freedom barely won
For darkness still remains.
The tale you seek aren't mine to give
A minstrel you do want
For I am but a simple smith
Who muse inspires more then metal,
Both My tongue and voice
have also been shaped by
her to amuse the gentle nature of all.
Weapon of war I have forged
to balance the words of peace I do speak.

Poetry that written word
is nothing without a pad
to records its' voice
For once spoken it can be lost
never to be found again.

Lost pages

I wrote this on a blank page I found when I flipped through my notebook. And sorry I have written many poems lately, been busy with other projects. I written some jokes for a stand up comedy I might preform eventually and some other bit and pieces of things which might never see the light of day.

The Poem

Flipping through this book
I catch a sorry sight
Blank pages between the filled ones
An affront to my written work
lost pages that beg to be filled at last.

Or did once they hold my words
filled with written prose
an Homeric epic of cross Canada journeys,
The brilliant play for only the greatest actors.
All too much for men eyes
So they slipped off the page into eather.

Now it is my task
to fill this empty space
with my words, ideas, pictures all
or barring that world changing effort.
my idle ramblings about fruit and fish
the meat of which I might feast.
Oh wait that is but a grocery list.

Or should I leave the page unfilled
the reminder of what is possible,
a canvas blank never to be used,
someday to be returned to
when the time is right
to fill my empty pages of this book.

A Word

A scrap of an idea I wrote down a while ago,

What can a word do you ask? A word can spark an argument, change your mind, create an idea, start a revolutions, reveal the truth. What is more powerful then the right word spoken. It is my hope that you find this and add to it pass it on and learn from what is contained within.