Wild Flowers grow in city space
Pushed past the sidewalks cracks
A bright splash of Natural Colour
Quickly Step on by walking shoes
Seed ground against harsh asphalt
Green kick to the side of the road
or Pushed into the corners of Alleys.

The Summer Lady and Prince

Flaxen hair blow in the breeze
Graced our town this lovely fair
She walk to and frow all the day
Seeking her Champion in each field
To Reward with favor, lovely and fair.

Her Summer Prince watches all
to keep the games free of
Winters chilled touch in mortal toil.
The strength of Spring in arm and spell
Keeps safe the town till festival end.

Winter Court sends two princes
And a handful of Red Caps
to vex and offer rewards for
Deeps dangerous and challenging
Twisted Rewards for Twisted minds.

The Brighter lights leave darker shadows
When all seems right in both night and day
You all forget that for every night
After the darkness falls the dawn must break
And to your sorry holes, I hope you can flee.
Weathering the Dawn and it's harmful rays.
Reduced to waiting, dreaming for the day to end.
You rise once more to dance macabe
Each step seeming new is old as time
Your path are chains each much bare.
To be fresh and news, can not, will not do.
For all in eternal life must dance to this nameless tune.
To survive, to see all that was new turn to old
Trapped by the pipers tune Which does not change or grow anew.

Darkness

Darkness set on our souls
The darkness flows and drowns the flame
But that fire burns all the brighter
to compensate for the black
and then we can see
that the number of fires are more then enough.

Guilding Lights

I wrote this about people I knew a while ago


Two Guiding lights
They brighten the day
And truly shine at night
if I have gotten lost
or have lost my hope
These guiding lights
will set me back to course.

Cowboy Skys

You always hear the cowboy Cry
About the rolling of the vast western sky.
Of thunderhead that can be seen for miles away.
The Rain, sand or hail storms seeming to quickly drift in
The tumultuous moods of a prairie sky.
Sometime staying to darken sky and mood
Other leaving but a taste to linger in memory.
All can agree the sight of white cloud
against a crisp blue sky
is something all do remember.







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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.