Now I Sit in My Dark Corner

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Tis better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all.
–Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Or so renaissance poets say,
Claiming to not love is like a winter frost,
Their poets though, don’t they truly know the way,
Have you ever loved and lost?

I have, and it cuts me deep,
Like a knife slicing down to bone,
It left me piled up in a heap,
Lost, bleeding, and all alone.

Now I sit in my dark corner,
Trying to remember the feeling of life,
I cry like I’m a lost lonely mourner,
Wishing I could sing to my darling wife on a fife.

The horizon lies so far in the distance,
Does anyone truly rely on my existence?RSK

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Skyrim’s Dragons Aren’t Dragons, a Sonnet

Look, out there, along the horizon,
Tis mighty Alduin come to pillage,
Fear not for this seeming threat rising,
Alduin isn’t even a dragon, no threat to our village.

His wings and teeth doth make you a liar,
Scales and fire all these things a dragon make,
Wings and teeth yes, merely makes him a flier,
Four limbs and two wings doth a true dragon take.

A true dragon for Shor’s sake man,
It breaths fire and flies, with scales like steel, that’s all I need to call it a dragon,
But it is a wyvern, more like a caveman,
A dragon he is not, get yer head outta the flagon.

But my friend, Webster doth agree,
A wyvern is a dragon with two legs I doth swear it be.

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 RSK

The Real Meaning of 42, a Sonnet

I know the meaning of 42,
Do you want to know too,
The answer lies in computer code,
Let us set it now to ASCII mode.

An asterisk is the key,
A variable it is, wild and free,
Make of it what you will,
Anything to seal the deal.

How to find an asterisk in ASCII,
You need to look no further than 42,
Deep Thought answered the only way it could,
Deep Thought answered as a computer would.

To a computer life is a variable, an asterisk, a wildcard,
42 means life is what you make of it, a concept not so hard.

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Poem A Day: Wyvernswift Gnomes—Gnomish Drinking song

Ganymede and his mount,
Tore the witch from the sky,
And dropped her on the stones.
Thunderhaven shall stand free,
Not bend on its knee.
Tyrosis must run home.

Good gnomes, one and all,
The throne has its king.
Good gnomes, bards and guards,
Always standing free.

The war has gone,
Not all survived,
The wyverns are in the skies.
With ruin and shame,
Our lands have been maimed.
It is ours to heal.

Good gnomes, one and all,
The throne has its king.
Good gnomes, bards and guards,
Always standing free.

The price has been paid,
Empty the Mithril Throne,
Till a new king is crowned.
Pay heed Ganymede,
Vaqqed the king,
They rule eternity.

Good gnomes, one and all,
The throne has its king.
Good gnomes, bards and guards,
Always standing free.

***Author’s Note***
If anybody can guess the tune this song is written too then you’ll get a signed copy of Cold Lunch. First come first serve.

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Poem a Day: Waiting + Announcement

 

Is it going to be today?
What about tomorrow?
God, I need the pay,
So I do not have to borrow.

Cold Lunch is coming,
Long have I waited.
Lucien’s ever cunning,
Renfield’s thirst is sated.

Nervousness surrounds me,
Choking with anticipation,
Will they even like thee,
Can this be my occupation.

None can quench my thirst,
Cold Lunch comes on May first.

 

***Author’s Note***

So, my debut novel Cold Lunch is going to be released on May 1st and I am so on edge right now. XD

I’m filled with such a wild mix of emotions right now, and I don’t know which direction I should be going.

And, part of me is depressed, because I know this isn’t going to be a miracle moment. This release is going to change things for me, forever, but it’s not the miracle cure I’ve been dying for. I’ll still have to have a day job after the 1st. I have a long uphill battle with marketing coming up on the second. I put the book out there. I built it, now I need to let people know about it so they can come.

That being said, if you would be so kind, I’ve just started setting up a mailing list of like minded individuals. I thought I’d call you all my Kinsgrovians, and my newsletter will be the Kinsgrovian Press. Now, if you would, I’d like you to click right here, and sign up on my mailing list. That way you won’t miss an ounce of Kinsgrove.

Poem A Day: I Want To Go Home

 

I want to go home,
I will curl up and cry,
Finding myself buried in a tome,
The pages wet, tears fallen from the eye.

 

I want to go home,
I say that at home,
What does that mean?
Is something unseen?

 

Is home a place?
A time?
Somewhere in space?
A cloud of rime?

 

What does it mean?
To say, honey I’m home.
What factors are seen,
Are they nothing more than a roaming gnome?

 

I feel then, it’s lost for all time,
What it means to go home.
I sit here and cry as I rhyme,
There’s no place like…

 

 

Poem A Day: Topical, Personal, Is it Optional?

Topical or personal,
I don’t know what’s best,
Jeff tells us personal is terminal,
It can’t pass the test.

 

You want a big audience,
You have to have something to say,
You can’t just be a hobbyist,
Your list won’t grow that way.

 

But I like my poetry,
I like the random ADD fueled,
Midnight rants about pottery,
And how they may be jeweled.

 

He says topical is the option,
To make the best concoction.

 

***Author’s Note***

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