Category Archives: Poetry

Love’s Numbers.

~ Love’s Numbers ~ ~ What matters it to you, if I don’t love one, but two? And what matters it to me, if you don’t love two, but three? Should it matter still more, if we don’t love four, … Continue reading

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An Artist’s Eyes

~ An Artist’s Eyes ~ ~ Perhaps the mark of an artist’s eye is that where others see clouds, we perceive a sad sky. Where others see ugly, we see beauty, covered by a lie. Where others see hearts torn … Continue reading

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Two books for the price of {N}one!

What is Malmaxa? That is a remarkably difficult question to answer.  Malmaxa is my vision of a perfect world, filled with imperfect people.  Malmaxa is my Philosophy, couched as Epic Fantasy.  Malmaxa isn’t poetry, however a little free form poem … Continue reading

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Imaginary Friends

A poem by my favorite youngest daughter, Julia. ~ imaginary friends ~ ~ It’s where the path ends, And the trees start to bend You will find me here with my imaginary friends. Deep in a wood. the trees start … Continue reading

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Tripwire

A poem by my niece, Bronwyn, who I am sorry to say I have never had the pleasure of meeting. Perhaps one day I will be so lucky. ~ Tripwire ~ I grasp for memories as they fall before me, … Continue reading

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Fears

~ Fears ~ My greatest fear is injury, not an injury to me, but to others who I touch in deed, or word, it matters not nor whether the hurt is real, or simply the unheard song, of an unseen … Continue reading

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Birthday wishes, from an unknown soul.

A poem written by an unknown soul, for our precious daughter Julia, who turns 15 today. ~ For Julia ~ May Julia be happy and bright From this morning to this night Let her happiness last all year through With … Continue reading

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Papa

A note left on my desk by my youngest daughter, Julia. ~ Papa ~ Sometimes my roses aren’t red And my violets never quite a shade of blue But one thing that will always remain I love you. So when … Continue reading

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What is True Friendship?

I place inordinate value in true friendship. Likely because I have so few. So what is True Friendship, to me? ~ True Friendship ~ ~ We can talk of many anythings, and understand. We can talk of many anythings, and … Continue reading

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How Measure You Success?

~ How Measure You Success? ~ ~ By the count of downy feathers with which you line your nest. By the plushness of the pillows, on which you lay your breast. ~ By the count of coins, stashed in your … Continue reading

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Whispered Words, We Share

~ Whispered Words ~ ~ Whispered words that make us sigh, whispered words, of joy so high, we fear our hearts might breach the sky, whispered words of sorrow deep, we cry. ~ Whispered words of comfort true, whispered words, … Continue reading

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moments, to make life worth living.

My favorite youngest daughter, Julia, sent me this email today. Perhaps she sensed I was a bit down, perhaps she just wanted to say something she knows I love to hear… Anyway the words and poem below are Julia’s exact … Continue reading

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Where lies Eternity?

Several things motivated this piece. A question from a friend, provoking realization that some truly good things end. One such thing was the very recent passage of a great man, back into the dust from whence all of us were … Continue reading

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Links

Another single verse, prompted by a tweet, that was in turn prompted by another tweet. Twitter’s 140 character limitation curtailed it, so below is the “real thing”. ~ Links ~ The bond that binds, is the emptiness between, it can’t … Continue reading

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Of Eros, and Arete

~ Of Eros, and Arete ~ ~ Of memories, of who once we were. Of quests, to find who we might become. Of thoughts we have, yet think should not. Of lines we draw, only to cross. Of searching, through … Continue reading

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