Ancient Friends (Poem)

Ancient Friends

I hear upon aging winds,
The call of ancient friends,
A familiar flutter of the heart,
The pull from being been apart,
Somewhat like being homesick,
Long after it hits you like a brick,
Everyone gets that need or urge,
Like a thunderbolt or electrical surge,
We all need friendship and love,
The folks who fit us like a glove,
Friends are THE crown jewels of being,
And it’s them we look forward to seeing,

Ages Past (Poem)

Ages Past

‘Twas years ago, when the pagans ruled,
When love, family, and honor was schooled,
‘Twas a time when dragons defended the earth,
When the people danced around fires with mirth,
‘Twas ages past when the old ways were lost,
Little did we understand the ultimate cost,
Now many years later we have returned,
Even though much was buried and burned,
The time of the Gods has been reborn,
Just in time within the world that’s war-torn,
Away with the bloodshed, hate and the sword,
May love, family, and honor be restored.

Death (Poem)

Death

Broken are the shackles of the mortal coil,
They now journey to the cold cemetery soil,
Their bodies remain long after they’re gone,
Their released spirits mourn and move on,

Those left behind are never quite the same,
They lament the dead’s extinguished flame,
Sorrow, regret, and loss have them consumed,
Heartbreaking to see their loved ones entombed,

Death of a loved one is a hard thing to face,
Here’s to hoping the hereafter is a better place,
Life itself is merely the flicker of a flame,
And we’re the echoes in the dusty picture frame,

Visiting in Death (Poem)

Visiting in Death

My grandpa came to visit me,
He was the last person I expected to see,
You see, he’s been dead for a couple of years now,
Yet he stepped into my dreams somehow,
It was as if he knew he was intruding,
At least from his body language, I was concluding,
He appeared to stand apart from the dream,
Yet was somehow sewn into its seam,
He said he came to tell me I love you and hello,
That he missed me and just wanted to let me know,
I related the same and hugged him tight,
And just like he came, he faded from sight,
It means a lot that he took a moment to stop by,
Even now, thinking back on it, it’s hard not to cry.

15 Years (Poem)

15 Years

Fifteen years have come and gone,
And together we’ve been through it all,
Another fifteen awaits to dawn,
Or more, as we’re in for the long hall,
We started out wide-eyed and young,
And without doubt, we made mistakes,
But we’ve climbed up rung by rung,
Together – and that’s what it takes,
Ahead there will always be trials,
For when is life ever problem free?
But with them will be laughter and smiles,
And more importantly – you and me.

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