We don't just stick to fantasy writing here at LOGI. Sometimes, a guest will pop over from other places and offer some poetry. Today, our guest is Dr. Marvin Pippert and his poem "Paradoxical Opposition." Thank you Dr. Pippert from taking time out from your lectures to give our readers some of your creative writing.… Continue reading Surprise Guest Poet – Dr. Marvin Pippert #poetry #legendsofgreenisle
When I was younger, I dreamt. Not of dolls, or teaparties, but of dragons and fairies. Wistfully, my body has changed. I grew and aged, but the dreams of my childhood never changed. My old friends still talk to me in the darkness of the night.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b5bTYSjYg_0 Lost upon a path Shadowed by fear, uncertainty Feeling forgotten and alone, Wondering, wondering Is there time? Seeing, yet not touching Hearing, but not speaking Feeling, yet not finding, that kindred soul. Wondering, wondering Is there time? Memories masked with anger Some made not at all. Have we crossed that threshold? Wondering, wondering Is… Continue reading Is there time?
My friend Joseph's little girl's birthday is today. He wrote this wonderful and beautiful poem, a daddy's perspective of his daughter's growth. Thought I would share. It touched me deeply. Tender is a Cupcake.
Wails of wind pass through the dead fields, battles which cursed the lands. Men, bled life and soul, none remember except for bones. White specks which litter the uneven pastures. Death still creeps, as the Ravens watch. Its mist rising, extending ghostly fingers. Heroic deeds, forgotten, in the passage of time.
What happened? What happened to those times when laughter came so easily? I don't have it much anymore. It doesn't come from deep within. No, not like it used to. What happened? I feel it has been the roads which I've chosen. Those byways of connections, Loves which were lost, Memories not made, Times which… Continue reading What Happened?
Down by the meadow In a darken forest floor, there was a little man, who lived in the ancient oak of lore. I visited him in my childhood, talked with him at great lengths. He always made me laugh at the tales of fairy dance. But as the days grew shorter, and winter set in,… Continue reading
I have yielded Yet, against my will. The light which now guides me is not my own. Sweet death, Sweet bird, carry my news to the kingdom. Their prince, their King, has succumbed to darkness. Who shall lead them? Who shall show compassion now? Fly little bird, fly far. Find thy knight. Seek him who… Continue reading The Yielding