52 Poems: Week 24 – See You Later

I’m not very good at saying goodbye,

It’s usually a hug, a wave or high five.

Friends deserve more than words can convey

Certainly when they are moving away.


I want them to know how special they are,

Whether they’re near or whether they’re far.

So this is my way of saying it here,

A poem on a page for two friends most dear.


It’s not at all a forever farewell,

Though when I’ll get out there I really can’t tell.

I’ll see you later, that’s what I’ll say,

And I’ll look forward to that Sleather fill’d day.


52 Poems: Week 21 – The Game

The clatter echoes loud and clear,

The sound a noise they dread to hear

It’s end will sway their deadly dance

Their fate tied up in fickle chance

A fail could mean this ends in death

And as they wait with baited breath

The rocking stops, the rattle ends

And with a shout, the group of friends

Rejoice and cheer their victory won

At last the fight is over and done

The heroes are now all that remain

A gratifying end to their campaign

52 Poems: Week 20 – Hero

The men of old, some legends say

Could singlehandedly save the day

When hope was gone and all seemed lost,

A man would rise and pay the cost,

To see his village, kingdom, country,

Rally and raise the banner firmly

Defying their foe, no matter the kind,

The man, their leader, they march behind

To victory or death they go,

This hero strives to fell the foe

Of village, kingdom, country, alike

His moment arrives, a blow to strike

No matter if they win or lose,

A hero, defiance will he choose

Always, forever, his choice endures

To lead those when a time adjures,

Another man to rise and stand,

And reach his foe with marshalled band

And thus the legend continues on,

Age after age until sun’s final dawn

52 Poems: Week 19 – Agni

Four legs, two eyes, a sinuous tail,

A prickly beard, a belly pale.

Reddish orange, his color and hue,

Grows vibrant as his food he chews.

At first reluctant, he allows a touch,

The occasional rub but nothing much.

Until with patient working out,

I can approach and rub his snout.

He’s wild still, fearsomely strong,

But in the end, my little dragon.