life
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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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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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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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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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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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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
