Most are untitled, so they’re often listed by first line. Thank you very much for reading my verses. -Nick
Latest poem: Ritual Murder
Wine-dark was Iphigenia's slit throat
At Aulis for her father's winds of war.
Ever did the earliest poets note
Power never blinks, for it's sinned before.
Blood soaks the timeless gruesome practices
Of those poised to think they could rule the world:
Druidic butchers seeking accesses
To gory foresight in entrails unfurled;
Beneath the forum girls and slaves entombed
Alive where order purportedly grows;
The role Abraham readily assumed,
Demonstrating the lengths a "great man" goes.
To this day the powerless pay the price
For fiends who lust for human sacrifice.
Last poem: Song for George
My friend, it's cliché
but you know what I'll say,
I hope to see you again.
In time, you'll return
on a day you discern;
I hope it's me that you find.
My dear, I'll hold fast
to a love which outlasts
Eternity and a year.
When you fly away
doesn't mean you won't stay,
It's only a day's goodbye.
The spread of your wings
is the nature of things,
A growth by adventure fed.
Be safe and live free;
I'll continue to be
Your friend, though your absence chafes.
Go roam where you will
and I'll visit until
Love reunites us at home.
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