Alfish Poems

Monday, January 8, 2007

A song I wrote awhile back...

Holy_Grail's post about her dog got me thinking about this song I wrote for my dog Lady. I recorded it but it isn't written down anywhere so I thought I would put it here. It is a true story about a great dog. My parents got her when I was just a baby and I lost her when I was 8, she was like an... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

My daughter is getting married...

I have finally softened, and wrote a poem for the occassion. I will appreciate hearing what you think ( if anyone reads it since I have been gone for so long) Thanks you. My Blessing Pig tails…and kisses goodnight, Red cheeks every September. Daddy I’m scared, don’t turn out the light, The things a... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005


THE SINGLE TASK A tortured poet cannot sleep, For all around in the shadows creep, The perfect words that he doth seek. They linger in the darkness, Outside the campfire of his mind. So many concepts, thoughts and feelings, All around…they have him reeling, They’re stacked about from floor to... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 15, 2005


My thoughts are like raw steel, begging to take shape. Steel will not shape itself, Neither will a poem itself write. Thoughts, notions glowing white hot In the fires of my emotion. I will hammer out the impurities With my intellect and reason. Steel only becomes something else If directed by... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005


Innocence is abandoned, Its last tendrils to which I was Connected have long been severed. It lay in pieces throughout the Winding corridors of my past…rusting, Just like that little bike I used to ride. There are times I miss my innocence. Staring at photos, looking into the eyes of The child who... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 6, 2005


Alone at the end of the day I ponder My reflection against the black window that is holding back the night. It does not look like me… gone is the cloak of strength and swagger that others see in the daylight. Gone too are the garments of Confidence and wisdom that I put on just this morning. I am... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 8, 2005

Writers Block

Writers Block The blank page stares at me, taunting. I stare back, irritated at the clutter In my mind. The paper knows. The paper can sense that which is in me, It beckons, it seduces, It calls out to my brain. The pencil feels awkward in my hand, Poised above the blankness… Waiting for my command.... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 3, 2005


FATE Sir Fate, You may have a hearty laugh In the face of my despair. For I know it is your nature, And your right. Laugh on… The sound of your boisterous mirth Is comforting in my ears. For I am reminded That whatever plight I’m in, Whatever turmoil or strife I face… I, And I alone am the author of... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, June 19, 2005

Re-posted for Fathers day

TWO OLD WARRIORS They are not pretty, in the common sense, rather they are rough, and weathered, and spent. Yet something of them has always been attractive to me. Like the moon with all its craters and damage, is it not still beautiful? I have seen them work, tirelessly shaping the world around... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 22, 2005

Four round Four. A slightly late entry....submitted for your approval.

MY PRISON Contained within my skin I reside, As if in a prison. My fertile spirit beats against the Walls of my flesh…ever trying to Expand beyond that Which has become Myself. My curiosity pitches, and swells, As I peer out at the universe Through these mortal eyes. There is more to me…I am... Sign in to see full entry.

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