Short Goodnight Poem IX

Another rhyming one. Reminds me of the ones I used to hear when I was a child. Enjoy and sleep tight.

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Lazily gazing down
the moon with her crown
laughs joyfully and free
while she's playing with the sea.
Sighing deep in slumber
the birds don't mind the thunder
just beyond the shore
they dream of myth and lore.
Buried deep in summer grass
lies a gleaming pearl of glass.
Go to sleep and you will find
that beauty deep within your mind.


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Solemn Evening Poem

This poem was inspired by a trip to the Mediterranean I took a few years ago. 'Vincero' comes from the opera song Nessun Dorma. Sometimes I ponder on war and victory, struggle and grace, and that otherwise elusive calm that comes the moments before sleep whisks you away. Goodnight everyone, sweet dreams.

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I play opera
when the sun
is about to set outside.
Vincero it sings
and I think
of victory.
The last rays
give in to the night
like a sovereign
bows to another.
Gracefully.
Do we bow with grace
as we fall
from the same?
Are we with grace
as we stand
victors before the fallen?
Are we vindicated
as victors
or did the winning
make a mockery
of all?
My, but the thoughts
do take twisting turns
as darkness falls
and twilight comes
on dancing feet
that trip with gladness,
float with sadness
that invites
to sing the blues.



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Short Goodnight Poem IIX

Another rhyming one. Sort of self-comfort really. Been one of those days. Enjoy.

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The hour is late and waning yet,

the future looks blurry -nothing is set.

The day has passed in its willful way,

the sun grows uncertain, the shadows stay.

Take comfort in knowing you tried to do good,

things will fall how they should.

Just trust in the light, you can sleep safe and tight

there is nothing to do here tonight.

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Lament of the Wizened Child

A poem on war.

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Who will care for the children
when your war, when the fighting -is done?
Who will protect and deliver
when the mothers and fathers are gone?

Who ever cares about the children
when there’s call for blood in the air?
What good god would ever consider
a sacrificed child as a prayer?

Can you say that you care about innocence
while laughing at forgive and forget?
Is there not enough pity in those souls
to neglect the price of old dept?

Is there not enough room here for all of us?
Do we need so much power and space?
If you trust in your faith, let it be -warrior,
for your enemy mirrors your face

Who will care for the children
when the last loving person is gone?
Then there will be no more children;
even your petty wars will be done


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