Poet of Windy Blue
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BOOK ANNOUNCEMENT: The Arms That Held
A little late on this announcement, but I did it! I self-published my first poetry book this past summer! The Arms That Held. These poems are a collection/anthology from my journey through grief that occurred after my mom’s suicide… Continue reading
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Blood Moon
Blood Moon The Day after a blood moon I sit underneath a warm sun- Filled sky and bask in tune With cosmic joy and fun. Feeling connected to our ancestors And common carbon I contemplate the whispers Of universal… Continue reading
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American Heartache
American Heartache Wrapped snugly in my patriotism I strongly believed in our flag and freedom. I grew up unaware of the growing schism Between idealism and isolationist fandom. “These colors don’t run.” Was the idiom I embodied In the… Continue reading
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In The Service
In the Service How much time has passed me by in the service? What are these remembered Feelings Of passion and fire and drive empowered? What are these remembered Days Of joy and energy and strength unhampered? … Continue reading
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Reflections on 2024 (Pt. 3/3): A Poem
Reflections on 2024 (Pt. 3 of 3): A Poem Running on snow covered hills Past the woods and fields blanketed White. I breathe an air that kills And feel peace-at-last, and contented, … Continue reading
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Reflections on 2024 (Pt. 2/3)
Reflections on 2024 (Pt. 2 of 3): Challenges In the spirit of keeping it real, I want to share some of the challenges I faced this year (still face). Despite all of the remarkable physical and intellectual feats that… Continue reading
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Reflections on 2024 (Pt. 1/3)
Reflections on 2024 (Pt. 1 of 3): Accomplishments This will be the first of 3 posts. Looking back on 2024, I see that, like most things in life, this year was a mixed bag. There were a lot of accomplishments,… Continue reading
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The Humdrum Banality
The Humdrum Banality In the daily grind I now find That I am wholly and completely uncontent. Dishes, laundry, chores, Picking up clothes and cleaning the floors. Putting on the uniform, morning commute Always the same, adventure’s… Continue reading
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Grounded in Ground Mounds
Grounded in Ground Mounds I am grounded most successful In the hills and mountains, blissful. In these mounds of Appalachian earth and hue Full of ridges, hazy and blue, I am reminded of my roots and connection To… Continue reading
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I Was Alive
I Was Alive I was alive there In the warm and fresh Breeze of European air. I was alive there Despite the heartbreak and the Pain of an old relationship’s wear and tear. I was alive there in… Continue reading
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The Point of It
The Point of It What’s the point of it? The Nihilists ask As they sit Down and labor at life’s task. That’s the point of it The Absurdists say As they sit In the sun and bask. Thus… Continue reading
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Presence
Presence On the Nature of The Mind How sweet it is to drop Away and to empty oneself Of One’s self. Drip drop. Drip drop. Goes the rain on this grey day. Drip, drop, the bottom of my consciousness drops… Continue reading
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Mercyhurst
Mercyhurst A sidewalk in mid-December Made icy and snow-covered By frigid blasts of winter wind Leads him to walk down paths Familiar, And somehow different. A sense of nostalgia. A sense of remembrance of days of youth And… Continue reading
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October Rain
October Rain October rain falling. Spine chills, And numb fingers. September saw My heart ablaze With strange stirrings. Love, Arose in my dead heart. Unbidden, welcomed. Tentative advances. Breath. Held. Trembling fingers Reached. Everest hope. October rain falling. The fire… Continue reading
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Eibsee
Eibsee Years ago, on a different continent I journeyed to Lake Eibsee Seeking contentment And bright clarity To see All the ways I was fumbling So I journeyed to Eibsee And on the winter snow and ice I was… Continue reading
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This Mother’s Day
This Mother’s Day came fast And unexpectedly Causing me to remember your last Breath many times; hauntingly and repeatedly. This Mother’s Day came uninvited Finding me unprepared, And into the dark nightmares I was led. So, now, at ghastly… Continue reading
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The Good ‘Ole Days
The Good ‘Ole Days Is it possible to know that you’re living them when you’re living them? The good ‘ole days Haven’t passed us by, they say. The good ‘ole days are here And now, so have no… Continue reading
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The Folly of Young Men
The Folly of Young Men Here we are, here we stand In our freedom; this new land. Here we are, here we fall Alone in independence’s hall. For when our families we rush to leave It is our inner… Continue reading
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Sitting in the Crow’s Nest
Sitting in the crow’s nest Above the main sail of my life My gaze on the horizon, doth rest. Which appears choppy, unruly, and full of strife. This life-vessel rocks back-and-forth Vacillating on the mood-waves. Somedays, I… Continue reading
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Dear Anxiety: A Double Haiku
Dear Anxiety You mysterious being I don’t need you now. Dear Anxiety Leave me, and I’ll let you go. You were a good friend. -The Poet of Windy Blue This week is mental health awareness week, so… Continue reading
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I’ve Made It! (A Short Story)
The ruck dug into my shoulders causing a dull ache in my traps and the base of my neck. The tight waist strap hugged my torso just above my waist in order to distribute some of the weight to… Continue reading
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Dear Prague
Dear Prague Dear Prague I first caught a glimpse of you Through my evening-train-window seeing a view Of your form obscured by the late-December-fog. Immediately you had me enchanted By your medieval walls, stone streets, and astronomical clock As… Continue reading
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Bruised and Burdened Backs and Bodies
Bruised and Burdened Backs and Bodies Bested by years of service Brought about by a yearning for purpose. Bent and burdened shoulders Shrugging under the weight of leading soldiers. Bruised and battered neck and back, Buffeted by high… Continue reading
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Running Shoes
Running Shoes I hug your feet snugly, providing comfort and safety from the road, rocks, the water, and mud. With you I am free, alive. We race over every terrain, exploring new places. Nomads. Vagabonds. I am your most selfless… Continue reading
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The Imposter in the Desert
The Imposter in the Desert The GWOT is drawing down. The young Lieutenant finally deploys To the desert. But ’twas the wrong one. And the GWOT is drawing down. The young Lieutenant stands in the desert Of Africa.… Continue reading
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The Wanderer
The Wanderer Sometimes in life we wander From the path we originally intended And whether it is excitement, curiosity, confusion, mischief, Or a myriad of other causes, We can easily stray down an unforeseen route. However, It is on… Continue reading
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The Poet
The Poet Through an ancient letter I was introduced to a figure; a man. And through reading I was better Able to know and understand This person, this poet. I viewed his heart, his passions, And, don’t ya know it,… Continue reading
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Delight
Delight A bit of parchment in the old and damp Dingy desk Delights the poet. A bit of pavement underneath the tried and true Tire tread Transports this reliable bicycle. A bit of peace in this borrowed breath… Continue reading
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Grief Ghosts
Grief Ghosts Images of how you lived in your final years Haunt me. Specters of visions Of you utterly alone. In crippling pain And declining health. In fear so intense and incomprehensible That you decided killing yourself… Continue reading
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Impressions
Impressions In the waking hours of the day When all seems normal And bright I can close my eyes And instantly Be Struck By Impressions. Impressions Of you and Of Grief. Impressions of metaphors of high seas And green pastures.… Continue reading
