Sound Bites 4-4-2026

Dark Raven

 

In the beginning

there was hope …

there was hope

in the beginning

 

Soaring like an eagle shepherding the doves

 

Then man became

a king …

became a king

in his portending

 

Soaring like a falcon preying on the doves

 

Until pride became

his lord …

became his lord

in the undoing

 

Falling into darkness from salvation high above

 

In his self-inflicted

fate …

inflicted fate

his reign was ending

 

Falling a dark raven through the light of Heaven’s love

 

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Finding Your Base

 

First

Last

And always

— pick your arena

 

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Lost In The Throes

 

To me

it’s about imagery

damn the torpedoes …

damn the line structure

poems or prose

 

To me

it’s the metaphor

damning the simile …

damning the grammar

— lost in the throes

 

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Manus Ad Manus

 

The hand that opens widest

— rocks the cradle

 

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Boomerang

 

Debating yourself

a losers folly

Debating yourself

— new spit in the wind

 

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My Honor

 

You might be

my ally

But you’re not

on my side

A formal

arrangement

An unmarried

bride

 

You say

you are loyal

In liege

to the same

But when push

comes to shove

My honor

— you’ll claim

 

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 Right Always Right

 

Can anything get done

without being autocratic

Can anything happen

when subject to vote

 

Did Our Lord become savior

by being democratic

Right always right

— never crossing the moat

 

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Playing The Odds

 

Dotting the I’s

all Hell freezes over

Crossing the T’s

tomorrow is gone

 

Hedging your bets

the wolf edges closer

Playing the odds

— the right and the wrong

 

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By Its Grace

 

I always said

I’d know

when it was time

for my last poem

 

And choosing

perfect rhyme

I would leave

forever knowing

 

The world

a better place

a warm embrace

with letters showing

 

That time

has set me free

and by its grace

— my aura glowing

 

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Heads In The Sand

 

Our country has become

a nation of cowards

Valuing safety

over what’s right

 

Festering blindly

foes are emboldened

Our heads in the sand

— embracing the night

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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