A Wall stands at the edge of our freedom
Each brick bound with blood and dreams
laid upon the ground
sacrifice by sacrifice
and cemented together with hopes of better tomorrows.
And this wall stands firm.
Protecting ALL from threats both domestic and foreign.
Though many may try to topple and break through;
Though pieces are ripped apart and broken,
It will not crumble, it will not fail.
Yet, the Wall requires ever vigilance.
Each guard watching, waiting, fighting, standing tall.
Never failing to hold tight to the boundaries
that keep us safe at night.
If any should stumble, if any should fall,
then another is ready to take his stand.
Yet, that brave fallen will not be forgotten,
but returned in remembrance eternal.
Stars and stripes will he receive
and the honor
that even for only a breath,
he held up freedom’s wall
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Tagged dribbles, Flag, Freedom, Memorial Day, musings, sacrifice, Soldier, stars and stripes, writing, writing process
pour your tears
in the gentle well.
Your misty eyes shroud
your face amongst
the golden leaves.
Sad, sad tree,
smile and cast away
Be glad; grow strong!
Dream towards your tomorrows.
Posted in Dreams, fairies, fairy, fantasy, fiction, Poetry, Writing Process
Tagged dribbles, fiction, life, love, musings, poetry, publishing, writing, writing process
Pretty little peacocks
watching beautiful lies,
displayed as fantasies
on their feather’s eyes.
Let us admire our feathers
and watch our life on stage,
while our soul searches for Camelot;
our mind sees but a page.
Come now, come all,
to Camelot I go;
the dream of purity
and righteousness I shall know.
All evil I will forsake;
and never will my quest be ended-
This vow I do make:
Never cease cradling the stars,
or reaching for the hand of God.
Camelot, my dear Camelot,
the only place I will trod.
Its Virtues I embrace,
insidiously good virtues,
and hold them as my light
Lo, it banishes all the night.
And if silent death
shall capture me before
I find my Camelot
and open its door-
Then bury me
in my feather’s tears,
so I may dream of Camelot
for the rest of my years.
Posted in fairies, fantasy, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cloud drive, clouds, dribbles, edmund spencer, elizabethean, fiction, life, love, musings, poetry, publishing, sonnets, writing process
So, I have decided that I am going to compile a short chapbook to give away and possibly sell during poetry readings. I love making books, and this will be no exception. The last book I made, I used paper I created (complete with flowers) and sewed it together by hand.
My list of questions:
1. Which poems should I include?
2.Should I also include my photography?
3.What should I name it??
4. How many should I make??
5. What materials should I use?
I googled, “How to make a chapbook.” and found a good 8 sheet template (16 book pages).
I am using the following resources to help in this endeavor:
I will be posting updates including photos to document this exciting event. 🙂
Posted in children's book, Dreams, fantasy, fiction, Poetry, Writing Process
Tagged chapbook, dribbles, edit, elizabethean, fiction, life, musings, novels, picture books, poetry, publishing, revising, writing, writing process
In the mode of T.S. Eliot’s “The Wasteland,” I am writing my own epic poem. To do this I created my own meter and rhyme scheme:
For now it is titled, “alpha,” and it is very much a work in progress. I only have 2 six quatres completed. Ha, at this rate it will be a life time’s work. I not even sure I classify it as “worth fixin.”
Anyway, I often use just the first part, or the “six cube” as a type of sonnet. Here is an example:
Enter in my own world
where man does not exist;
Enter in my own land
where goodness doesn’t resist.
Ye, by my very hand,
a tale I will unfold:
A tale of future time
heard only in the hearts
of the future people.
Yet, every story starts
with a simple staple
in the creator’s mind.
This truth comes together
right now- in the present;
For in the now, the past
echoes a small descent
in future; it is last
and first, but neither.
Only with the present
can the future be formed.
But this future lacks man,
yet it is not forlorn;
Although there be a ban
no person can resent
A fair future story.
Instead of man roaming
throughout the whole wide Earth,
Familiar wind is moaning
about a better birth
into golden glory:
A beautiful creature
all wrapped in mystery,
empowered by heaven
now part of history.
Yet, this is engraven
in another feature.
Posted in Dreams, Poetry, Quotes, Writing Process
Tagged dribbles, edit, elizabethean, end of the world, famous quotes, life, love, meter, musings, poetry, publishing, revising, rhyme scheme, sonnets, writing, writing process
Science and Fantasy have played a big part in my life. I read science journals and watch documentaries (sometimes into the wee hours of the night). One idea has me in its grasps: The idea that the universe will not last forever; eventually the energy of the stars will be expended. What will happen then? Here is start of something (I hope):
Posted in Dreams, fiction, Poetry, Writing Process
Tagged Asimov, end of the world, fiction, Greg Bear, life, poetry, publishing, stars, writing, writing process