Poetic Mysteries

Poetry; writing that formulates a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience in language chosen and arranged to create a specific emotional response through meaning, sound, and rhythm. ~ Dictionary Definition. In my givings, poetry is used to tell a few stories of existence, experiences and dreams. A guide to the future and echoes from the past. ~Iggy

Tuesday, November 19, 2024

The Mythos of Time

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Where to begin is not a point of origin or an age of history we know. It's an emptiness, a void that a string of notes and stones fallin...
Wednesday, November 13, 2024

Shipwreck

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If once the long ago closed in to a present cloudy sky, shifting into storm, crashing aground Then truly there was spoken a word, maybe unhe...
Tuesday, November 12, 2024

The Second Shipwreck

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Not very many listen to the island winds, or ocean out there, slowing to a still air Its deep retreat has perked the jungle's ear, movin...
Monday, November 11, 2024

The Mountains of Wrath (Montis de Īra)

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Far back behind the outlines of rock and treacherous terrain over a deep hidden place A guide was stirred from beneath a sunken river of fir...
Tuesday, August 9, 2022

I Am A Storyteller

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Once there was a time, once upon a time, as it is told We lived on myths, tread over buried ages all the days of old In the firelight, the d...
Friday, August 5, 2022

Behold The Darkness

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Turning my eyes up into the night, and stargazers alike follow its turning Vast sea of small lights aflame to rival from far back, the sun...
Monday, August 1, 2022

The Deep Of Dreams

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How frail and thin was the night? I thought I had laid down to rest and to wonder. But was I fully asleep if what I see is true? What walls ...
Sunday, July 31, 2022

Once Upon A World

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Inside a shell, my fire is deep and closer to core and hearth. But upon the wind, and the top of polar sea I'm a beacon of melting ice. ...
Thursday, February 10, 2022

Enter Hyperborea

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I move around giant leaves, hung from prehistoric trees I watch upon a buried small trove, and silver web wove Forgotten crumbling fortress ...
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Wednesday, February 9, 2022

Exist

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I've been summoned here, Naphtali connected to the signals I keep Time is a repose, slowed to sleep, and disconnected from the deep It w...
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Sunday, February 6, 2022

Spirit Force

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Origin, I cannot say if I remember your slightest embrace As there is no recollection of that, let alone your face Are you alone? I wander t...
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Friday, February 4, 2022

I Have Walked Through A Thousand Years With You

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I have walked through a thousand years with you, surely even more I have seen the traces of time dwindle and storm again, as if before I hav...
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Thursday, February 3, 2022

Omega Outpost

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They say it's unheard of when finally hours are long past solitude Like a difficult and deathly course of intense fire and such Across t...
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Wednesday, February 2, 2022

A List of Titles

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This entry is just a list of works of poetry I haven't posted yet. The dates on any piece that may have more than one date is indicative...
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Friday, January 28, 2022

The Go Away Island

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Before the day awoke, there was a spinning wave in the water All going under the wavy forces of tide, the pull of moon and sea No one heard ...
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