Romantic Warrior Romantic warrior arrives with hope vowing to protect your heart his quest is not one of science it’s the expression of his art White doves follow him wherever he sallies forth his course always clear to him through woods and across the swarth He’s wrapped in shining armor donning ribbons from his truelove […]
Austrian Alps (a haibun) Destination: Lienz, Austria. The drive from Bled, Slovenia to Lienz, Austria is a beautiful one, even when traveling the major highways. One surprise (to us) in this part of the world is the quantity and length of tunnels. We entered the Karawanks Tunnel from the E61 in northern Slovenia, exiting 4.9
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I am honored to have been nominated for ‘Author of The Month’ of January & February 2022 at SpillWords Press. “Air Pollution and the Milky Way (The History of Air Pollution)” with audio performance is my work SpillWords Press published on February 8. The other nominees are Eliza Segiet, John Drudge, Jeff Flesch, Phyllis P.
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Facing the Storm To face the storm, it’s here we standwind blowing strong, in full commandas if on cue, huge waves performsurf crashing hard, against the sandfilled with anguish, while void of formIt’s here we stand, to face the storm As life goes on, we stand in awerecalling all the things we sawpaths before us
Expiring Salt Why is there an expiration date on my 250 million year old salt? Will it really expire seven months from now unless I store it in a cave or vault? Probably just company lawyers covering their ass ensuring potential problems are not their fault. —— Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille #146:
While browsing old newspapers, I came across a poem called The Drunkard’s Daughter on the front page of the Shepherdstown Register (Shepherdstown, West Virginia) in the October 31, 1868 edition (150+ years ago). However, it was published without any author credit. My research revealed it was written by George W Bungay (1818-1892), and it was
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Driving the Duoro Valley We start the day before nature’s full sun Another adventure, we’re on the run Some call it work but to us it’s quite fun Around each bend beautiful sites unfold Each one appears special, each one quite bold A million stories waiting to be told Hills high above and valleys far
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Feeding Frenzy Birds swoop in and start to nibble More arrive and begin to quibble Chasing each other round and round To see who is the alpha bird in this town The entertainment provided is such a delight They get their fill and then take flight —— Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille #145:
Not A Fan of Winter (a haibun) Destination: Warmth. I was never a fan of winter. Don’t get me wrong, I often enjoyed it in my youth. Sledding down the hills and skating the pond at Ottawa Park was always fun. Jeff, my friend and neighbor, would make his backyard into a small skating rink
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Shiver Me Timbers Shiver me timbers the captain said an utterance of words that accompany dread If enemy cannonballs continue hitting this ship down to Davy Jones’ Locker we’ll all go in a bit As long as our Jolly Roger waves I’ll remain hopeful for safer days —— Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille
