Captian's Log And Beyond 19 Feb 202513 Feb 2025 There lies beyond this narrow bridge,and through this clouded way,a world that you have yet to seeand yet, I say, you may. Be brave and learn what is ahead,find what…
Captian's Log Please Let Me Live 11 Feb 20253 Feb 2025 I thought, perhaps, that I would dream, or if not dream, I'd think. I thought, perhaps, to make my case, or else hear some rebuke. I thought, but thinking's done;…
Captian's Log More Than Mere Mounds 8 Feb 20251 Feb 2025 Tell me a tale of the heroes of loreand the monsters they faced in the night. Proclaim now their fame, sing of their glory,how they saved the weak from the…
Captian's Log Kindness 4 Feb 20251 Feb 2025 Kindness brings tears to those ready to cryas sure as a knife draws blood.Though I'm too young and not ready to dieno power can forestall this flood. Calling on saints,…
Captian's Log Prayer of Hope 26 Jan 202525 Jan 2025 Song in the night, tears on my bed, I pray while awake and asleep. God hear my cry, heart's broken sigh, deliver your poor, frightened sheep. Broken sunlight, rainbow ahead,…
Captian's Log My Plea 19 Jan 202518 Jan 2025 There lies beyond this narrow breadth of suffering, if you can lay it down, a living offering, a happiness above all that you lost;so count, dear friend, and understand the…
Captian's Log And Make the Rhythm Mad 12 Jan 202511 Jan 2025 https://taletold.wordpress.com/poems-2/and-make-the-rhythm-mad/
Captian's Log Face to Face 7 Jan 2025 Torn from gentle dreams and animal desires, staring open mouthed, the beast admiresoverhead, the hanging portrait:O what horrid fate!Himself there.Beware:Bygone gloriesmade mere memories.Man no longer man what art?Thou but residue,…
Captian's Log Poem: Resistence 5 Jan 20256 Jan 2025 The ancient priest is waiting near.His soft commands I often hearcompelling me to let him in.It's hard to resist sin. The mighty ones have all but died,and no one else…
Captian's Log A Dream of Mine I Fear 26 Dec 2024 I sat beside a mighty stonewhere little moss had grownand in its shadow felt a chillthat haunts me this day stillFor I had stopped to picnic thereand breathe the open…
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