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Throughout my life, I have enjoyed writing poems. My favorite type are love poems, but I have written many other types as well. Like Robert Frost, I also prefer the traditional styles of rhyme, iamb, and meter and only occationally enjoy free verse. What you are about to read will be a collection of poems and stories, some written by me, others not. I hope you have as much fun reading them as I did writing them.

In my writing style, I take each line as it comes and will usually use different methods of rhyme for each poem.

Some readers have compared my work to riddles. I leave you free to interpret my work in any way you wish. Some lines have hidden meaning and others are there because I like how they sound with the poem. You are completely open to think whatever you wish about my lines. My interpretations and meanings are mine alone, and you have no need to know them because I believe telling you would affect your own opinions.

Some of my favorite poems I did not write but will still place here just because I enjoy them tremendously. The authors will be listed with the poems. Any poem that does not have an author line was written by me.

Almost all the stories written here were not written by me, but I like them nonetheless. They, too, will have a by line if not by me. I placed the poems first while the stories are at the bottom.  (I apologize as the font is giving me trouble and being inconsistent every time I attempt to edit this page.)

Any poems or stories written by me, you are free to use only as long as I retain credit and you acknowledge that it was my work. The other stuff I don't care whether you use or not, but I would have no idea about the legality of that. Go to the freeservers website at to see their copyright policies. Enjoy!

A Changing Man

Nothing seems more right

In time or space today


Than your own heart's delight

Your happiness, your way.


Then changed have I become

To satisfy your needs.


The beat of my own drum

To your words now it heeds.


But underneath my shell

Rebellion lays in wait


For that sweet day in Hell

When there is ice to skate.


A Winter Night

The crisp night air

Can bring its share

Of worries and of strife

But we can care

So sweetly there

I love you, my dear wife.


So that is when

We both begin

To cuddle by the fire

And warm your chin

Against my skin

As quietly we tire.


So do not weep

But fall asleep

In loving arms instead.

So soundly sleep

So very deep;

I'll carry you to bed.


Across the Shining Land of Free

Across the shining land of free

And home of brave, I give to thee

My heart and soul to do with as

You please; to give you all it has

To give is all it wants to do,

And even though it has but few

Materials to give, it will

Lend all its hope and peace until

The end of time when even those

Who live forever will impose

Upon themselves the limits of

Mortality seen not in love;

That is the reason we can go

Forever past the bounds to show

That even care and kindness build

Eternity with joy is filled.



This poem I write is just for you

And you know who you are.

Forever will our love ensue;

We'll never wander far.


Be Yourself

Go look upon the greatest book in all the world for thee

And you will find the greatest sights in all the world to see.

But left unseen the greatest treasure in the world for thee

Is what you want with all your heart and all your soul to be.



As you go on your merry way

It is for you that I will pray

For God to go with you today.


May He before you, always go

So that the path to you He'll show,

And may behind you He go, too,

To strengthen and encourage you.

Beside you while you walk, He'll lend

A hand and always be your friend.

From Heaven He'll watch over you

And be a guide in all you do.

His comforting will never cease

For from within, He'll give you peace.


As you go on your merry way

It is for you that I will pray

For God to go with you today.

Currents of Confusion

Can be what may when comes the day

In tempest or in calm.

Then fades away what was to say

Was written on my palm.


Little dwells in inky knells

Though but for that which art.

Came from the swells in hottest hells

To blacken whitest heart.


Young may be, yet still to see

Life's sorrows through its pain.

No one can feel as free with me

While locked with ball and chain.


So do not stay; be on your way

With worries close behind

For here I'll lay to hold at bay

The beast of troubled mind.


Explaining Myself

These oozing thoughts that plague my mind,

The proper words I cannot find

To justify my grief.

So when I do collect my thoughts

From these abandoned, vacant lots,

I'll  try to keep it brief.



Come take my car, my house, my life;

            I will not stop you now.

Attack me in my time of strife;

            All this I will allow.

Though I've done nothing wrong at all,

            Arrest me if you must,

And you may kick me when I fall

And let my body turn to dust.


I ask a small and simple thing:

            Please spare my only love

From all Your wrath and all Your pain;

            It's her I'm thinking of.

Please bless her in her house, her life;

            Your strength can help her now

To guide her in all times of strife:

For her I'll pray, if You'll allow.


Gentle Light of Fading Day

We've sadly gone and parted ways

We know we've both seen better days

Before we cried so many tears.

For once we said that thru the years

Our love would never fail

Through tempest strong and stormy hail.


You said that things might not work out

I passed to you my fading doubt,

My worries planted in your heart.

And so I thought that from the start

Not you nor I would come this far...

...And now that love's an unseen star.


Gentle Sight

Gentle sight of my affection

Parchment spells your plight's perfection

Unto another, thine own direction

For him, not me, thine own election.


Gentle sight of light and wonder

I ask so sweet, what was my blunder

And from your box you peer down under

To see me and decree your thunder.


So calmly will I stride away

Within mine eye shines light of dismay

Trudging unceasingly on my poor way

Gentle sight of fading day.


In Sickness, Not in Health

Life goes on, or so it's said,

When all is gone and life seems dead.

Loneliness will often take

The constant bliss or turn it fake.

Sadness swells down deep inside.

It takes your thrills and makes you hide.

Malady, unkindly got

Will hold from me that which was sought.

Living breath will gasp for air

One day when death approaches near.

A remedy, in one place found:

Within her heart where love is bound.

Then to the grave, no looking back

Will me you save, or shall I pack?

A final wave...for whom I lack.

Infinite Enticement

My will for you

Has grown into

A craving strong and hard.


Pursue, I will

For you until

You will let down your guard.


But never break

There's more at stake

Than my own plain desire.


If you give in

I will not win.

It's more fun to conspire.


So chased you'll be


Relentlessly pursued


The joy I feel

Within my zeal

Is as a love imbued.


Infinitely Enticing

A time ago

     When I first tried

            To win you for myself

I asked of you

     A simple thing:

            Accept me not yourself.

Yet here we are

     Together now;

            I asked and you did not

We would get dull

     And bored through time.

            At least, that's what I thought


But now I find

     The work involved

            To keep you in my hold

Is just as fun

     As it was then,

            My feelings, just as bold.

To win your heart

     Took work by me

            And unrelenting care

Yet harder still

     The work will be

            To keep us as a pair.


This work I like

     And work will show

            The love I feel inside

And never will

     I strike a blow

            With my own foolish pride.

You are my sweet,

     My princess pure

            Until the end of time

Your safety and

     Your happiness

            In my heart always prime.


Just to Write

I write for fun

Beneath the Tuscan sun

To no one

In particular but me.


Then sit and think

While I turn pink

And give a blink

To the colors that I see.


So let me bear

My own despair

To sit and stare

At what I wear

When in this chair

While I don't even give a care.



Every day of my existence, I'm told to be my own

And every day that passes by, I learn from what I'm shown

So many people say that we must not conform.

Think off the box and out of sight of what we call the norm.


Now gaze upon our sweet society

And ponder on what now can never be.

There are those that push to seek our path and those who tear it down

For what we come to know as right and wrong

Was formed by our sweet society.

Our laws are too constricting for the open-minded men.

Our regulations restrain us from what we could have been.

For even those around us, encouraging our flight

Are there to pull us down again when we fly out of sight.

Our rules contain our actions, and so our individuality.

Let people make their own mistakes if we could just be free.


We were born into our lifestyle with neither choice nor care.

Why does our government contain us now that we are all aware?

Though we're naive with inexperience, even parents understand

That children will not learn until they're forced to take a stand.

So in what we call America, let freedom reign throughout the land!


Living Kindness

Though I shall pass this way but once

And never come again

The many lives that I affect

Will echo all I've been.

Which people did I help in life

When things weren't all that good?

For whom did I not care at all

And left them where they stood?

Of all the people that I met

So very long ago

Which ones have I remembered well

And which ones don't I know?


What will they say when I away

To distant lands unknown?

What have I done to change their lives?

What kindness have I shown?

Will people tell a tragic tale

Of me to all they meet

Or will they find that I've been kind

When pleasantly we greet?

Did I improve a single life

Or did I make it worse?

What will they say when comes the day

They're staring at my hearse?

If at The Gates I have to face

My life before my eyes

Will I be given passage in

Or will me they despise?

A selfish care will bring despair

When back this way I tread.

True charity with honesty

Will brighten hearts instead.


Kindness shown is kindness grown

In human heart and soul

Kindness passed makes kindness last

To fill the world up full.

Condemn nor criticize will I

Nor in my pride complain

A hostile rage will it entice,

My efforts gone in vain.

An arrogance will build a fence

Between the world and me

For every friend that I have known

Liked my humility.

To those that strike me on my cheek

I turn the other, too.

With humble words I turn and speak,

"A kind g'day to you."

Should any person take my cloak

And place it in their sack

I will not stop him taking, too,

My tunic from my back.


So all the good that I have done

And any kindness shown

To many generations still

My healing words are blown.

Though I shall pass this way but once

And never come again,

I've done so much for hearts I touch;

I'm proud of what I've been.


Made For Each Other

Upon the earth there has to be

A single girl meant just for me,

And even though that's very rare

That rarity cannot compare

To when not only she's for me

But also I was meant to be

For her, as well, upon the earth.

Missing You

I heard your voice the other night:

            A whisper in the dark,

But you were plainly out of sight;

            The noise was just a lark.

No matter what I do or say

            I always think of you,

And though I've not seen you today,

            I can't wait 'til I do!

These endless thoughts, this teeming blur

            That blocks my mind again

Will fill me with a love so pure

            That my heart is in pain.

So though you are not here with me,

            You have not left my side

I'll never cease, as you can see

            By love, I will abide.



This silence I have grown to like

This silence that I learned in fright.

It closed my mouth and shut me up

It put me where I now am stuck:

Between this hard place and a rock,

Between these things where I cannot

Remove my silent attitude.

Remove me, please, I beg of you!


My Love, My Princess

On this, the day of your first week with me

A step upon the staircase loving you

And as we climb those stairs of life we'll see

The heights we rose in moments when we grew.

Sometimes we climb and yet sometimes we fall

Sometimes we move at even just a crawl

But with me there your step will never fail

And only with support can we prevail.

The goal upon the peak so far away

Is but a blur in my poor distant view

Yet on the path with you I want to stay

And walk the trail to destiny we drew.

If we sprint there, we stumble on the ground

But rise too slow, and it will not be found.

So walk with me in patience for the end

And climb each step with all the time we spend.


Within our peaceful cabin in the wood

We lay down by the fire in harmony

To talk of the events within out life

And be a soothing comforter in strife.

Or on the porch we sit in love and sway

Or cuddle on the swing while hand in hand

To watch the evening glow at end of day

And feel that we're alone in all the land.

The sparks from nowhere seem to rise up high

And burst in colors all across the sky

Then at each other we gaze eye to eye

And in the love we kiss and heave a sigh.


My smile upon you likes to make you blush.

Your royal laughter fills me warm inside

That's when my face with blood begins to flush

And I feel glad that you are by my side.

"So come with glee across the sea with me

To take a trip upon a ship," I quip.

We live and learn, for love we yearn, in turn

For we are bound and we are wound around.


The love of all my life, my heart and soul

With you to anywhere I love to stroll

Though silent you may stay in what I do

I must confess, Princess, that I Love You!


Our Ballad

Through life I went

So quite content

To spend it all alone.

I dared try not

To take a shot

At loving someone else.


Then you came here

So very near

To walk before my eyes

And spoke so sweet

I had to meet

This angel in disguise.


I took my chance

To ask to dance

The courtship we all know

Because I knew

That it was you

Whom I could not let go.


Together still

I know we will

With God's support succeed.

The dice I rolled

As by you strolled;

I'm glad that you agreed.


We're full of love:

A picture of

A romance strong and true

And thus I say

All night and day

I always will love you!



Whenever I sit down to face

My clear and empty head

My thoughts drift off to just one place

The place where me you led.


The gentle garden of your mind,

The place where one would only find

A choir of angels singing well

And your sweet grace with them to dwell.

For fonder things I cannot think

And with a stare I never blink

To watch you frolic to and fro

Or in a gentle boat I'd row

Across the lake in paradise

To meet the girl as sweet as spice

In all the ancient foreign lands

Beneath the waves, above the sands.

Then day to dusk to fill the sky

With stars we may together spy

To dare to dream and pray to hope

Perhaps someday we can elope.


So when I see that inner place,

That place where me you led,

I ponder on your dearest face:

An image in my head.



The area of what there is, and was, and is to be

Is as it always was including that of you and me.

Unfortunately all of that was made in destiny

And plans of future happenings our eyes can never see.


So go we on our way, through life day after day

The game of time we play, its forces held at bay

Their forces grew and grew.  Our wall they're walking through.

The line that once we drew with will is gone now, too.


Our death is guaranteed at end of life.

The only point in living, ending strife

To die and hope that there's an afterlife

We must improve the quality of life.


Be confident and show no fear.

The unknown future will be here.

Our destiny will never veer,

But knowing not makes living dear.


My outlook I can change

My life will rearrange

My choice, bizarrely strange

My life I will derange


My strength renewed

My goals pursued

My methods crude

My changing feud.


And still

I will

Live on



My ends are met in full.

My ends are met in full.

Perplexing Poetry

My meaningless messages might mean much,

Seem sights, and smells, and sounds, and such,

Living lives, and learning from low,

I sigh and I climb my bright night sky high.

Oh me, oh my!  I test and try

'Til thorns in the thicket thread through me

And under my blunder, I peer from asunder and wonder

Why riddles run rampant in rhyme.

When are all my lines out of time?


Reluctant Commencement

Lovely lady living well

Emotions in me rise and swell

But thee I cannot ever tell.


The days will pass since we first met

And always will I be in debt

Because your grace I can't forget.


Arrogance, oh can it be?

Not with lack of vanity

And that I did not ever see.

At least, not when you were with me.

You always held my sanity

Which is why I desire thee.


Through chance we met and time we part

Will leave a void within my heart

Perhaps that's why I never start.



I write to write for those who read

To read my work and judge.

And even though they criticize,

I will not hold a grudge.


Still free in form and right in rhyme,

My work will please them not.

But persevere I will until

I've pleased myself in thought.


Sonnet #2

The golden sun each morning comes to rise

And wash away the soot of fading night

By then the thought of that which I despise

Is over the horizon, out of sight.


Then thoughts of bliss and joy fill up the morn.

Prepared to take the coming day ahead.

Put on new clothing I have never worn

Rehearsing all the words I will have said.


Now to her residence I will proceed

With courtesy and honor as my guide

Her voiceless eyes my mind attempts to read

The moment when the gem will be applied.

A silent air when she looks up at me,

Please wish me luck as I get on one knee...


Sonnet #4

An everyday routine continues on

With neither care nor worry in the way

Each moment's length is not so very long

And fills the minutes in the boring day.


If I should ever think about my task

It would defeat the purpose of routine

Because I would be tempted then to ask

Why do I go each moment still unseen?


So read the paper and to work I go

To do what I have done for all of time

Still knowing not which day would change your view

And interrupt the order in your flow.

What will disturb the pattern of your rhyme?

Will you be ready when you hear your cue?


Sonnet #5

This paper sitting blank in front of me

Is but a hollow tree.  But if I stare

Upon its lines, the wonders that I see

Come pouring from my mind so I can share

My thoughts and dreams with all who care to hear.


But if I were to say these words aloud,

The time that it would take to say the sheer

Immensity with which I was endowed

Would equal, no, surpass the endless bounds

Of human evolutionary time.


And when I sit to hear the dulcet sounds

That came from me to make such pretty rhyme,

I feel that everything which I despise

Is gone, and I have won the greatest prize.

Soothing Sounds

I strike a chord when I am bored

I brighten up and I'm restored

Within a song I play not long

I find a peace so sweet and strong

And what I play repeats each day

And yet it sooths in calming way

I like to sing for words can bring

A joy found not in gem or ring

That melody!  That wondrous glee

That music here can give to me

Is, as you see, my ecstasy.


The Power Within Us All

Blandly blowing dismal droughts our way.

Who are we to say why that may be?

Let's go to future finds in Florida

And get the sun of whom they call it "we."

For whence did "we" display

His bright eternal light called day?

And whence did "we" only show

His radiance upon the moon aglow?

That's where you'll find eternal peace and rest

Living better than any one on earth.

A stilling calm that hides the sins of man

A stilling calm that does whate'er it can.

Let's find that calm and keep it for ourselves.

And share it not with those who've helped us so

We humans here on greedy Earth do dwell

To take from all and live our lives to show.


It's here on Earth you'll find that sweet perfume

Of lust and greed that show their evil face

In every man and child now faced with doom

And every heretic in sin's tight loom.

For there in space, the purity of man

Is just the same as anywhere you go

It's nothing not with God in heart and hand

And in our attitudes that sin will show

All we've done corrupting other men

And displaying all we've ever been.


A single way to cleanse your soul

Is all we need to save what we call hope

That word called "Love" displayed with human affection

Is more powerful than any inoculation

More potent still than all of God's creation.


It's in the human will and only there

That one can find this tenderness and care

But most who dwell in humble mansion homes

And in the shack that wobbles on the shore

Find not that place within themselves

To help and care for others like themselves.


Love will find

And Love will bind

For Love is kind

In Lovely mind


Love is fine

And Love can twine

For Love to shine

In "Love," not "mine."


Love until

You're feeling still

And lost your will to live.

Love until

Your corpse has nil

Within it left to give.

It's only then:

The time that's when

The world with Love will fill.


To Justify the Means

For fairer friends

The beauty bends

Perceptions in the Light.


Let darkness spawn

'For darkness dawn,

Preventing eye's deception.


Black and blind

Now clear in mind

To comprehend the day



Throughout the land,

This is the only way.


To Pray Upon a Star

How can I gaze upon a star

Alone at night when I know where you are:

So peacefully asleep in bed

Where you can rest your weary head.

But I went for a drive one eve

Without you by my side

And as I look upon that star,

In God I must confide:

I love this girl with all my heart;

I miss her so when we're apart

I write about her when she's gone

To clean the stalls and mow the lawn.

So why is it I pray we'll be

Together for eternity?

The answer is so plain to see:

We love so uncontrollably.

I pray I may, I pray I might,

I pray upon that star tonight

That our love continue on

With our fire burning strong.


But as I see that star above,

Rememb'ring my astronomy;

I grin and nod ironically...

That "star" is Venus:  god of love...



Within the deep recesses of my mind:

The image of a girl so sweet and kind

Will be the only thing that you can find

Within the deep recesses of my mind.


Forever in that mind is only her.

Surpassing beauty and great joy, her lure;

I cannot get her out, of that I'm sure.

Forever in that mind is only her.


Try or Die

A starlit glisten in your eye.

In me your stare will purify.

Don't stop to think and wonder why.

Act quickly and don't be shy

Or all is lost and you will die

A lonely coward in the sky

Because you would not even try.

A starlit glisten in your eye.


When troubled by the tasks of life

Or bothered by a world of strife

            Then turn to me and you will see

            Your life in immortality

                        If you would only give a smile

                        And feel the joy for all the while

                                    You will feel better with me in

                                    The world where you will always win.



Come chat with me

In ole Paris

And, "C'est la vie,"

C'est que j'ai dit.

Viens maintenant


Ce bon matin

Avec moi.



Returning your kisses,

I hear all your wishes

Of our future life.

You will be my wife.


We do discuss it.

Wherever we'll get,

We will make it through

Because I love you.


"My darling and dear,"

I say back to you,

Because I did hear,

I know we will, too,


Be always great friends

With never an end!


Warrior's End

Grungy coat on elder's back

He sets it high upon the rack

And seats himself at table one

No longer does he have much fun

A lonely man gone past his prime

Watching death approach with time

Gone of long are days of old

All that's sung in stories told

In bars alone by scop or bard

Lazing there with liquor's guard.


Western Brawl

On a lonely street one night

     One other soul in sight

     Preparing for a midnight fight

     Under glowing moonlight.

A grunt and a growl came from their mouths

     Hungry wolves howl

     Children start to bawl

     As the men begin their brawl.

The wranglers were a drinkin'

     Their hearts a heavy beatin'

     Neither thought of cheatin'

     The other of his pride.

More at stake than life

     Revenge that's full of strife.

An anger causing death

     Impaling through the chest

     His spirit put to rest.

Murder in the air

     A family in despair

     Citizens who care

     "The killer's hidin' there!"

Homicide a felony

A corresponding penalty

Worryin' no more

The hangman's noose in store

     Final words are said

     The innocent, now, is dead.


What Do I Know?

I say to you, my friends and foes

Whate'er I think which no one knows...

When Once I Saw Upon the Ground

When once I saw upon the ground

A bright and pretty flower found

And thought I might upon the way

Pick it up the for you today;

But then again, on second thought,

If I should prick it from its spot

The beauty that intended shown

For years within this blossom grown

Would wilt and die and fade away

And in my mind, that death would say,

"I care not for your life at all,"

Which for you I would never call,

But there instead I let it dwell

Within the ground where it stays well

And bless it so that all can see

The endless life I wish for thee

And every flower that I've found

And left it sitting in the ground

Has reproduced and more there grew

Are all a tribute just for you.


When Twice I Saw Upon The Ground

No more do we in earnest say

How much we love and care today

For once we did, but now we don't

Cause once we would, but now we won't.


I found upon the ground this morn

A garden grove of flowers born

And thought upon a single day

When I thought I had found my way:

I blessed a single bud that grew

And would not pick it, just for you.

That endless love that I had shown

Is now a field in beauty grown.


That single tear still on my cheek

Encumbers me when I am weak,

For every day I dream of you:

The joyful girl that once I knew.


Why Are Roses Red?

"Roses are red

Violets are blue"

These lines have been said

For too long to you.


Convention is heard

Again in this form

Needs changed to absurd,

Naught in calm,

More in storm.


Your fragrance fills my rivers full

Of kindness and of care.

Is that the reason I feel glad

To see you standing there?


Your fragrance fills my rivers full

With blessings that you share.

Is that the reason you look like

An angel standing there?


Your fragrance fills my rivers full

With loveliness each day.

Is that the reason I can't help

To stop and look your way?


The rush that fills, exciting

Though glance be uninviting

The fragrance of your sighting:

An angel standing there.


Why I Like to Write

I write because I like to write

Upon this page in front of me,

For nothing more than that.


So when you ask me why I write

The simple lines you see,

I merely grin and tip my hat;

It's common courtesy.


Wife's Serenade

In chance


Heart's dance



Sweet smiling

Love filing


I, abiding

My soul's guiding,

Find you hiding


Glowing ray of sun

I know you're the one

My own honeybun.


Your gaze makes me quiver

Your touch makes me shiver

A generous giver


Of love on this night

Of comfort in fright

Of endless delight.


Equal in life

With me in strife

Enchanting wife.



And ever

Not sever


Us two

"I do,"

My love.


Your Lovingkindness

Dedicated With Love for [my ex girlfriend]


It is my plan

Though knowing not how

To win your sweet hand

If you will allow.


Brushing your hair

With such gentle care

Gives me satisfaction

In such simple action.


When you're not in view,

In gaze nor in sight

Yet thinking of you

At day or in night


When you speak with me

My soul jumps with glee.

In rapture of voice,

I find there's no choice.


Trying for perfection

I dare not have a chance.

That's why I fear rejection

In our playful romance.


Don't tempt me and then turn your back

Don't criticize me where I lack.

It's simply you that's my desire

In running for you, I'll never tire.


I will catch you if I can

Just please don't ask me how.

The fairest girl in all the land

I'll love, if you'll allow.

"Ode to Spot"
by Data from Star Trek: The Next Generation

Felis Cattus is your taxonomic nomenclature,
An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature.
Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses
Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses.

I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations:
A singular development of cat communication
That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.

A tail is quite essential in your acrobatic talents;
You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance
And when not being utilized to aide in locomotion,
It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotions.

Oh, Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display
Connotes a fairly well-developed cognitive array,
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.

"The Road Not Taken"
by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I saved the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood and I
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.

"The Creamation of Sam McGee
by Robert W. Service

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated San McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the south to roam 'round the pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! Through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see;
It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was San McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
"It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet 'taint being dead--it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."

A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! He looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on that sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before night fall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: "You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains."

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were numb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows -- O God! How I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and in a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May."
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum."

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared -- such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll j ust take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked; "...then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm --
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

"Dr. Seuss Explains Computers"
author unknown

If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port,
And the bus is interrupted as a very last resort,
And the access of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,
Then the socket packet pocket has an error to report.

If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash
And the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash;
And your data is corrupted 'cuz the index doesn't hash,
then your situation's hopeless and your system's gonna crash!

If the label on the cable on the table at your house
Says the network is connected to the button on your mouse,
But your packets want to tunnel to another protocol
That's repeatedly rejectected by the printer down the hall,
And your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss,
So your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse;
Then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang
'Cuz sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang!

When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy in the disk
And the microcode instructions cause unnecessary risk
Then you'll have to flash the memory and you'll want to RAM your ROM.
Quickly turn off the computer and be sure to tell your mom.

(author unknown)

One night a man had a dream. He dreamed
he was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Across the sky, flashed scenes from his life. For each
scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand,
one belonged to him, and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed before
him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of his
life there was only one set of foorprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the very
lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he questioned
the Lord about it. Lord, you said that once I decided
to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I
have noticed that during the most troublesome times
in my life there is only one set of footprints. I don't
understand why when I needed you most
you would leave me.
The Lord replied. My precious, precious child. I love
you, and I would never leave you during your times
of trial and suffering. When you see only one set of
footprints, it was then that I carried you.

The Room...
By Brian Moore

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.

As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in detail my memory couldn't match.

A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one-marked "Friends I have betrayed," The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I have Read", "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed At." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived.  Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot.

Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With. The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.

Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, and so alive.

The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards.

I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."

I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door.

There were still cards to be written.

(on a friend's MSN profile)

A girl asked a guy if she was pretty, if he would be with her forever, and if he would cry if she left.  He said no.  As she left crying he grabbed her arm and said, "You're not pretty, you're beautiful!  I don't want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever!  And I would die if you left!"


Story of Pi converted from the Poe poem.
(found on the internet)

Poe, E.
Near a Raven

Midnights so dreary, tired and weary.
Silently pondering volumes extolling all by-now obsolete lore.
During my rather long nap - the weirdest tap!
An ominous vibrating sound disturbing my chamber's antedoor.
"This", I whispered quietly, "I ignore".

Perfectly, the intellect remembers: the ghostly fires, a glittering ember.
Inflamed by lightning's outbursts, windows cast penumbras upon this floor.
Sorrowful, as one mistreated, unhappy thoughts I heeded:
That inimitable lesson in elegance - Lenore -
Is delighting, exciting...nevermore.

Ominously, curtains parted (my serenity outsmarted),
And fear overcame my being - the fear of "forevermore".
Fearful foreboding abided, selfish sentiment confided,
As I said, "Methinks mysterious traveler knocks afore.
A man is visiting, of age threescore."

Taking little time, briskly addressing something: "Sir," (robustly)
"Tell what source originates clamorous noise afore?
Disturbing sleep unkindly, is it you a-tapping, so slyly?
Why, devil incarnate!--" Here completely unveiled I my antedoor--
Just darkness, I ascertained - nothing more.

While surrounded by darkness then, I persevered to clearly comprehend.
I perceived the weirdest dream...of everlasting "nevermores".
Quite, quite, quick nocturnal doubts fled - such relief! - as my intellect said,
(Desiring, imagining still) that perchance the apparition was uttering a whispered "Lenore".
This only, as evermore.

Silently, I reinforced, remaining anxious, quite scared, afraid,
While intrusive tap did then come thrice - O, so stronger than sounded afore.
"Surely" (said silently) "it was the banging, clanging window lattice."
Glancing out, I quaked, upset by horrors hereinbefore,
Perceiving: a "nevermore".

Completely disturbed, I said, "Utter, please, what prevails ahead.
Repose, relief, cessation, or but more dreary 'nevermores'?"
The bird intruded thence - O, irritation ever since! -
Then sat on Pallas' pallid bust, watching me (I sat not, therefore),
And stated "nevermores".

Bemused by raven's dissonance, my soul exclaimed, "I seek intelligence;
Explain thy purpose, or soon cease intoning forlorn 'nevermores'!"
"Nevermores", winged corvus proclaimed - thusly was a raven named?
Actually maintain a surname, upon Pluvious seashore?
I heard an oppressive "nevermore".

My sentiments extremely pained, to perceive an utterance so plain,
Most interested, mystified, a meaning I hoped for.
"Surely," said the raven's watcher, "separate discourse is wiser.
Therefore, liberation I'll obtain, retreating heretofore -
Eliminating all the 'nevermores' ".

Still, the detestable raven just remained, unmoving, on sculptured bust.
Always saying "never" (by a red chamber's door).
A poor, tender heartache maven - a sorrowful bird - a raven!
O, I wished thoroughly, forthwith, that he'd fly heretofore.
Still sitting, he recited "nevermores".

The raven's dirge induced alarm - "nevermore" quite wearisome.
I meditated: "Might its utterances summarize of a calamity before?"
O, a sadness was manifest - a sorrowful cry of unrest;
"O," I thought sincerely, "it's a melancholy great - furthermore,
Removing doubt, this explains 'nevermores' ".

Seizing just that moment to sit - closely, carefully, advancing beside it,
Sinking down, intrigued, where velvet cushion lay afore.
A creature, midnight-black, watched there - it studied my soul, unawares.
Wherefore, explanations my insight entreated for.
Silently, I pondered the "nevermores".

"Disentangle, nefarious bird! Disengage - I am disturbed!"
Intently its eye burned, raising the cry within my core.
"That delectable Lenore - whose velvet pillow this was, heretofore,
Departed thence, unsettling my consciousness therefore.
She's returning - that maiden - aye, nevermore."

Since, to me, that thought was madness, I renounced continuing sadness.
Continuing on, I soundly, adamantly forswore:
"Wretch," (addressing blackbird only) "fly swiftly - emancipate me!"
"Respite, respite, detestable raven - and discharge me, I implore!"
A ghostly answer of: "nevermore".

" 'Tis a prophet? Wraith? Strange devil? Or the ultimate evil?"
"Answer, tempter-sent creature!", I inquired, like before.
"Forlorn, though firmly undaunted, with 'nevermores' quite indoctrinated,
Is everything depressing, generating great sorrow evermore?
I am subdued!", I then swore.

In answer, the raven turned - relentless distress it spurned.
"Comfort, surcease, quiet, silence!" - pleaded I for.
"Will my (abusive raven!) sorrows persist unabated?
Nevermore Lenore respondeth?", adamantly I encored.
The appeal was ignored.

"O, satanic inferno's denizen -- go!", I said boldly, standing then.
"Take henceforth loathsome "nevermores" - O, to an ugly Plutonian shore!
Let nary one expression, O bird, remain still here, replacing mirth.
Promptly leave and retreat!", I resolutely swore.
Blackbird's riposte: "nevermore".

So he sitteth, observing always, perching ominously on these doorways.
Squatting on the stony bust so untroubled, O therefore.
Suffering stark raven's conversings, so I am condemned, subserving,
To a nightmare cursed, containing miseries galore.
Thus henceforth, I'll rise (from a darkness, a grave) -- nevermore!

-- Original: E. Poe