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By the Quiver by Jeremiah Trent

This is one of my favorite poems from this week.

via By the Quiver

Mysterious – a Poem

Mysterious

Mysterious

A presence near
The heart sincere
Goodbye to fear
Home is here

A man a soul
A worthwhile goal
Looks black as coal
Fits the role

The burning fire
A living wire
Children to sire
Deep desire

Behind a veil
The heart will wale
Break free from jail
Meant to fail

Not one but two
And much is due
You thought you knew
If so, who?

 

Author’s Note: We are all more than one person. At the very least we are two: the one we present to the world and the one we are deep inside. Most of us are much more than two as we have a “person” for each part of our life. Family, friend, work, social, parent, strangers… Not everyone sees the same person when they look at us. Indeed, we do not present the same person to each person we meet.

This poem was written in my late teens, early twenties when I was trying to figure out primarily what person I was going to be. I hope you enjoy.

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Friend or Foe? – Poem

Author’s Note:

I wrote this poem specifically to work out the obsession with alcohol of Tom Jacobs, the protagonist in my debut novel, Getting HomeTom suffers from a long and ongoing battle against alcohol. If you enjoy the poem, be sure to check out the book as well.

 

Friend or Foe?

It winks at me with single eye

And offers peace before it’s dry

It beckons me, “Take just one sip”

Then noise of mind will slowly slip

It swears to smiles and joy of heart

All in minutes of when I start

The price to pay is fairly small

Some little change for quite a fall

And maybe head or stomach aches

But what is this when peace it makes?

And though I swear this time the last

I take that drink to drown the past

It laughs at me, knows I am weak

My chance to win looks less than bleak

For this old friend, this wicked vice

Knows it holds me in frozen ice

My only friend, my only peace

This liquid holds but gives release

So I stay bound, each time I cave

A helpless ship tossed by the wave

No other way for me to cope

This drink to death my only hope

– June 5, 2005

 

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