mitch was for all intents and purposes toast not the buttery kind that calms an upset stomach or angry toddler not the peanutty kind that always falls face down because kids always drop it not the kind that has jam or honey and that is served with tea but not the posh high kind of … Continue reading Mitch the Toast ~ Really Bad Poetry
How deeply yearns The soul of the sea For the smooth white sands When hauled away By the inescapable pull Of that far off world Void of any life or warmth Yet dragging insipidly Away from the warm pools And softness of sunlight To the cold and desolation How empty and chilled The soul of … Continue reading How Deeply Yearns
Þe ðing about truð and wið lies Is þat boð are ðought often wið sighs We shirk from boð ðings Wið our heads neað our wings And yet we all claim to be wise Didn’t quite understand? Þþ is the mostly dead letter thorn, which is pronounced as /th/ in words such as the, … Continue reading Þe Ðing About Truð
Two souls traveling Separate winding paths Through the wide world Found their paths crossed Here and there Along their trodden ways ⁂ She rolled along Day in and out Busily entangled by Turmoil and strife Never really quite convinced She was enough as she was Or she’d find her way through To the happy ending … Continue reading Exceptionally Interesting
When I lay down my head to sleep You softly shine your light Across the sky, your journey far, Watching though the night From west to east you travel through My darkest hours and then You welcome me in dawn’s soft rays When I wake up again Before too long your light will dim As … Continue reading Morning Star
Fate will find a way To bring the dead back to life Blooming in the spring Continue reading Fate
The mark upon the Hawthorn branch Points silently to the Oak Which alone stands within The very heart of the grove Carved upon the tree Sometime ages and ages hence Yet still visible but only for those Whose trained eyes know where to look For they know Who really is “Friend of my soul” ⁂ Continue reading ᚐᚅᚐᚋᚉᚐᚏᚐ
