Any Poets?

[GoldenRivet]

Here is a sampling of my modest prose


The Hero's Place

There are days where the fight is hasty and done,
When victory is swiftly and speedily won.

There are days where the fight drags on through the night,
Thunderous flashes drowned out by first light

There are days when the fight inspires us within,
To conquer our demons and vanquish our sin.

There are days when the fight blocks the sun from the sky,
And shining hope hides from the strongest man's eyes.

There are days when the fight falls quiet by our sword,
As we strike down each foe in the enemy horde.

There are days when the fight knocks us off of our feet,
and routes us abaft in hurried retreat

There are days when the fight leaves our armor blood stained...
... but inside, teeth gritting, the hero remains.

He'll lift up his shield, and shake off the dust.
He'll whisper a prayer to dear Christ, if he must.

And each time he rises, his purpose he'll find;
is to fight those ahead... and to love those behind.


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Sail onward toward the horizon, life
like a tall ship on the seas

The hours are your four great winds
the minutes, just the breeze

turmoil makes for heavy swells
heaving high and diving deep

upheaval causes howling gales
and dark skies they do weep

Happiness, the doldrums wake;
a calm and placid place.

a golden ray of sunshine,
cast on captain's face

constellations guide your course
from another worldly realm

but their guidance is only of use
if its you who minds the helm!

Fate an able seaman may be
but the helmsman it is thee

and the ship will only hold it's course
if you guide with thought and deed

Hit the swells ahead on!
Shout above the wind!

hold the helm ever strong!
Your keel it cannot bend!

Face the storms that lie ahead!
conviction defines thy face!

Your ship will never falter!
No gale can slow her pace!

The gusts become a whisper
the rain a gentle spray

Your ship holds right its timber
your will has won the day

Dusk blood red across the sky
the storm has passed for thee

respite brings satisfaction
your reward a tranquil sea

Dont steer round the swirling gales
steer through them and you'll see

You will emerge much stronger
and a better captain be