Tag: Poem

  • The Wizard of Chicago

    Beneath a moon of silver flame, A battered hat conceals his name. Through rain and thunder, streets of stone, A wizard walks the night alone. With staff in hand and coat worn thin, He faces shadows closing in. The city sleeps, but spirits rise, And ancient darkness stalks the skies. A circle burns beneath his… →

  • Soaked

    The rain came down without a care,And soaked the players everywhere.The pitch was less a pitch that day,And more a swimming pool to play. They kicked the ball — it barely moved,Then hit a puddle and got grooved.One player chased it full of speed,Then slipped and landed with great greed. The goalkeeper stood inside the… →

  • May the Fourth Be With You

    In galaxies stitched with silver light,Where stars hum softly through the night,A whisper rides the cosmic shore—“May the Fourth… and something more.” Sabers glow in crimson, blue,Echoes of a timeless view,Hope and darkness intertwine,Fate is written in the stars’ design. A farm boy gazes far away,Dreaming of a brighter day,While rebels rise and empires fall,Answering… →

  • One – Nil

    Under cold March skies the whistle cried, At Stevenage F.C.’s ground with swelling pride, The red and white stood firm and loud, A restless, roaring, hopeful crowd. From Berkshire came their rivals true, Reading F.C. in royal blue, With passing sharp and tempers bright, Prepared to battle day to night. The grass was slick, the… →

  • Dreams Are Near

    Upon the sun-warmed rock they lay, Two rulers of the golden day. The lion’s mane, a tangle bold, The lioness, serene, controlled. Their kingdom vast, yet dreams are near, The grasslands hush so they can hear Each other’s breath, a gentle song, Two rumbling snores, low, deep, and strong. The sky turns soft, the shadows… →

  • The Little Guard

    He stands on the rug where the battles are fought, A plastic fort built from a child’s thought. With helmet askew and a rifle held tight, He guards the keep through the day and the night. The walls are bright white, the gate doesn’t close, But he keeps his watch as if facing real foes.… →

  • The Shining Blade

    Hear, ye halls, this tale of old, Of shining steel and courage bold; When dragons woke and darkness spread, A paladin rose where angels tread. With helm agleam and banner high, He swore no evil would slip by. Through dungeons deep, through caverns grim, The light of heaven burned through him. “Stand fast!” he cried,… →

  • The Hand of Somerset

    The meadow lies wide in the pale spring sun, Men with barrows and spades move as one. Earth breathes loam where the turf is pared, Each sod a square of a farmer’s care. Horse teams snort at the iron share, Larks rise singing from fields laid bare. In coats of tweed and caps pulled low,… →

  • Currents Run Wide

    Deep in the sea where the currents run wide, Ollie the Octopus drifted with pride. Eight arms like banners, he twirled in the blue, Dreaming of battles with foes he’d subdue. But one icy morning, from galaxies far, There roared a machine like a cold shooting star. A Snowspeeder swooped with its harpoons and might,… →

  • Quack and Splat

    Donald Duck put on a hat, It wobbled this way, quack! and splat! His feather flopped across his nose, He sneezed so loud it shook his clothes! He grabbed a sword (a little bent), And off to guard the king he went. But trip—ker-plop!—he tumbled down, Right in the middle of the town. Still Donald… →