Alfish Poems

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Friday, November 26, 2004

My Daughter Wrote me a poem...here it is

My daughter who is 20 read this poem to me on Thanksgiving. It honored me in many, many ways. Those of you who have come to know me may guess that it made me cry. Tears of pride, joy, and humbleness. I was deeply touched. When your kids get a little older sometimes it seems like they forget about... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 21, 2004

Warriors lamentations

My body is weak and numb from the cold. As is my soul it seems from the endless battle and the pain and stench of death all around me. I do not complain, I only pause in this short respite. I pause to collect my scattered thoughts and images and feelings that I may become a human once more, If only... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Two old warriors

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, November 6, 2004

~ Awakening ~

AWAKENING Love, what is your crime, I can't remember. So long it's been since I locked you away. Alone, you have beat against the walls of my heart, trying to earn your freedom. To no avail, for my resolve is as concrete, you must never escape. Tears, I hear you cry, from your prison deep within the... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, October 29, 2004

Morning in the mirror, a short poem.

MORNING IN THE MORROR Face in the mirror, how do you do? Are you me, or am I you. Face in the mirror, what's that you say? Can we live with ourselves, for the rest of the day? Face in the mirror, I know you are troubled, and since now we are two, our troubles have doubled. Face in the mirror, it's... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, October 25, 2004

A Vikings Homecoming

A Vikings Homecoming Our boat is full of loot and riches As we sail homeward through the Fjord. Starboard yeah and port, it pitches, Soon we will savour our reward. Many battles won on this campaign, My sword is badly in need of grinding. Many good men were lost in vane, Valhalla now, those souls... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, October 23, 2004

My Good Daughter (updated with pic)

I see myself in her eyes. I hear my voice when she speaks, not the pitch or tone, but the way. I have worried long and often, cried for her pain. Been angry at myself for her mistakes, I am thrilled by her victories. She was foreign to me, the fumbling, bumbling man with the little girl. But no... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, October 21, 2004

Have you ever stopped?

Have you ever stopped while you were walking, To stare in amazement, at the sight. Of a dew drop on an Autumn branch... Dancing in the light? Now it may seem a small thing, Not worth a second glance. But how did that dew drop come to be... Upon that spindly branch? The warm Mother earth had a union,... Sign in to see full entry.

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