She walks alone, the twilight hours
when earth and sky are one,
between the headstones and the flowers,
hid from the dreaded sun.

Naught bestirs, no sound disturbs
nor yet a shadow falls,
before this maid, with soundless words,
her one true lover calls.

But he has fallen long ago
in bygone fields of war,
a hundred years she’s trod this path,
mayhap, a hundred more.

ABOUT WARRIORS

Where do Warriors go
when the battles are done
and what do they do
when no longer
strong and young.

Who cares for them
when they are old and gray
bodies broken and a mind
gone astray

We are warriors
all who have survived
our humanity
We live in a random universe
and never know when
we will be stricken and fall
to our end.
We struggle for our first breath
to live and agonize at our last
to live again

What grainy film of tears is this,
behind your reddened eyes?
What lands you trudged,
while you were judged,
your young left traumatized.

All because that old emotion,
round us girthing strongly rings
It strips from us the bark of reason,
where hope is lost and fear wins

From generals, mayors, business contrarians,
not to mention those dark Whitehall
machinations, from parliamentarians,
who starkly, always know it all.

SAVAGE FURY

The days rip through time
like wingèd creatures
of hell’s making
leaving havoc and death
behind.
the years have come upon me
in savage fury
and have left me beaten
to near dying
with visions of terrors
to come...
how much can we endure
before we succumb

A little literary tribute to a very hard worker. That name just set my imagination going, completely unbidden

A weird elf once cavorted in a dell
away from dwarfs that watched him from the shadows,
to scribble notes to back the tales they’d tell
disturbing missives from declining meadows.

Howfor those sights assault my grieving eyes?
Alack a day, screams what am I to do?
Looking on I find to my surprise
the answers there within the skies of blue.

how do i be in such a life?
look im not being difficult but its how it is
you may be right
getting used to seeing you now and then has got to me
i have been missing you more and more daily

but lets face it all
i am only human
i have been loyal you can say so
i have been there for you in most cases
not that im demanding it back
i just wish you were more specific with me

I shall not bring you roses
for wild are your ways.
a woman without fancies,
what sets your heart ablaze?

a cactus plant won't stand a chance
against your prickly barbs.
sunflowers would be gobbled up
strictly for the carbs.

a large leaf philodendron
you'd craft into a bag.
skunky cabbage, queen Ann's lace,
either one would make you gag.

so I offer you this Bowie knife
as token of my love;
a befitting gift for who you are.
fuck tradition!