Some background on this poem. A whiskey related YouTube channel I watch just crossed over 100k subscribers early today. When I hit I was inspired to write a short poem to honor the moment. So here is "To the Crossing": Raise a glass To the high class Of such Magnificent Bastards! We’ve come so far … Continue reading To the Crossing
Poetry
Fear not the Night
Worry not now My youthful friend For long it is till night And when it comes The stars that shine Will fill the sky with sliver light I see you shake It is for naught For little will harm you here The cairns that stand Upon this glen Are holy beyond years For here they … Continue reading Fear not the Night
An Ode to the Tribe
I wrote this for a Facebook group that I'm active in bu thought that I would share it here too. Enjoy! An Ode to the Tribe Hail! to Clan Scotland To you and your whisky Hail! to Clan USA To you and your bourbon Hail! to Clan Ireland To you and your unmalted barley Hail! … Continue reading An Ode to the Tribe
“Of Toki” (Suntory)
In three harmony Beauty their Trinity born Alive within you
Poetic Studies (Limerick)
An Ode to the Dram To the Magnificent Bastard That feels all so Falttered With a grand dram o’ Whiskey That makes ye feels Frisky The tables a far kinder lover then the fist
Age
What is age? A feeling? A moment? A time? Or what we make it to be? Is age then perception? If so whose? The perception of the mind? Of others? Of the world? What is age? Held in a breath Looking upon the sea Each wave a thing Onto itself and whole Yet fleeting And … Continue reading Age
Mountains Song
An early winter sun Rises in the morning Its light races across the prairie and Stops Crashing against the Longs Peak Mountains Its face alight in red and orange and yellow As if in fire But the fire reside elsewhere In the heart of the seer In the mind of the viewer And sings in … Continue reading Mountains Song
Fear of the Sea
I start to see Now within these darker days Our failing that has come to be To blame the sea Would hark to old foolishness As our people learn how to flee To find what's free Hopelessness in senseless fear Now freedom a dream to be Will I wait beside thee Stand in terrors that … Continue reading Fear of the Sea
Urtoth’s Blessing
Golden Lanes o' Trees Free thy worries lifely bought Debt now Forgotten
Poetic Studies (Limerick)
Bird in the Sky I once saw the bird in the Sky It seemed it flew by so high Then it occurred My vision had blurred I and realized the bird was a guy
