Submissions by HighlandHillbilly
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Feb 2018 7:07pm
11th Feb 2018 7:07pm
She is my Opal Libra Viking Princess
Like her birthstone she is many colored,
A flagrant collection of different flavors,
High class birth with friends of all types,
Treat her well and she will do you favors.
Much like her sign she believes in justice,
Once upon a time she even studied law,
Not given to mishandling or misspeaking,
Treat her well or see the back of her paw.
Her people come from the far North,
Buxom lass much to my liking,
Fair of complexion like her forbearers,
Treat her well or will go aviking.
Her love is full and complete, ...
A flagrant collection of different flavors,
High class birth with friends of all types,
Treat her well and she will do you favors.
Much like her sign she believes in justice,
Once upon a time she even studied law,
Not given to mishandling or misspeaking,
Treat her well or see the back of her paw.
Her people come from the far North,
Buxom lass much to my liking,
Fair of complexion like her forbearers,
Treat her well or will go aviking.
Her love is full and complete, ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Feb 2018 00:13am
6th Feb 2018 00:13am
Icelandic Maiden
She has middle length brown hair,
She is barely over 5 foot tall,
Nordic features are predominate,
Muscular body overall.
She has a frown to worry gods,
And a smile that is the god’s gift,
Mischievous streak a mile wide,
Compassion giving no short shift.
Wonderful lips need to be kissed,
Breasts are round and bountiful,
Hips that desire a tender caress,
It all gives thoughts that are fanciful.
She gave us a child even at my age,
Showing patience every day,
Loving arms tend to childhood hurts,
Showing...
She is barely over 5 foot tall,
Nordic features are predominate,
Muscular body overall.
She has a frown to worry gods,
And a smile that is the god’s gift,
Mischievous streak a mile wide,
Compassion giving no short shift.
Wonderful lips need to be kissed,
Breasts are round and bountiful,
Hips that desire a tender caress,
It all gives thoughts that are fanciful.
She gave us a child even at my age,
Showing patience every day,
Loving arms tend to childhood hurts,
Showing...
#love
#wife
#romantic #rhyming
#romantic #rhyming
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Feb 2018 5:49pm
5th Feb 2018 5:49pm
Middle Finger
Darkness reigns as I rise,
coffee brewed is a must,
pain a constant companion,
something just to cut the dust.
Joints ache with every movement,
legacy of multiple decompressions,
stretch and twist out the worst,
part of my daily evolutions.
Fifty years have I been around,
hard work is a daily thing,
life has not been easy on me,
but I do not hide it with bling.
Uncle Sam had his turn with my life,
interesting places and people to see,
civilian life was not any easier,
life has many dangers you will...
coffee brewed is a must,
pain a constant companion,
something just to cut the dust.
Joints ache with every movement,
legacy of multiple decompressions,
stretch and twist out the worst,
part of my daily evolutions.
Fifty years have I been around,
hard work is a daily thing,
life has not been easy on me,
but I do not hide it with bling.
Uncle Sam had his turn with my life,
interesting places and people to see,
civilian life was not any easier,
life has many dangers you will...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
3rd Feb 2018 8:24pm
3rd Feb 2018 8:24pm
Origins Pt 2
Chapter 2
Fifteen years had passed at Cael Nev, and time had taken its toll on Captain Murdoch. More than forty years as a Windbrother seemed to show itself more and more each morning. This morning was likely to be trying in a different fashion. Today he was going to review the new recruits for the Academy with his Steward, Robert Delman. While Robert was a good man who worked hard and deserved his spot, he was a fish out of water here in the north. A political appointee forced on Cael Nev by the capital, he was still a Windrider who took his duties seriously. But this was the...
Fifteen years had passed at Cael Nev, and time had taken its toll on Captain Murdoch. More than forty years as a Windbrother seemed to show itself more and more each morning. This morning was likely to be trying in a different fashion. Today he was going to review the new recruits for the Academy with his Steward, Robert Delman. While Robert was a good man who worked hard and deserved his spot, he was a fish out of water here in the north. A political appointee forced on Cael Nev by the capital, he was still a Windrider who took his duties seriously. But this was the...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
3rd Feb 2018 8:22pm
3rd Feb 2018 8:22pm
Origins Pt 1
Preface
It was very late when they arrived. Hard men from the south riding under the banner of Lord
Gilderoy, bringing news of an attack on the castle of the MacMahon. The family all dead, the attackers barely beaten off. They were searching for some escapees from the attack and thought some might have come there. As they approached the Grove of Cael Nev, they came upon a single Windrider who was on foot.
The night was dark and stormy, wind blowing the hard falling rain. Lightning lit the skies in spurts and sheets, sometimes blinding bright like day. Thunder so...
It was very late when they arrived. Hard men from the south riding under the banner of Lord
Gilderoy, bringing news of an attack on the castle of the MacMahon. The family all dead, the attackers barely beaten off. They were searching for some escapees from the attack and thought some might have come there. As they approached the Grove of Cael Nev, they came upon a single Windrider who was on foot.
The night was dark and stormy, wind blowing the hard falling rain. Lightning lit the skies in spurts and sheets, sometimes blinding bright like day. Thunder so...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2018 4:41am
3rd Feb 2018 4:41am
Little boy on a Hill
A little boy stands with his family on the family farm,
up on a hill top with generations of friends,
they have come to say goodbye to grandpapa,
who served in a place called Korea.
Twenty-one guns sound the report,
Taps sounds farewell.
A few years later the little boy is back on that same hill,
his brother they lay to rest with honors abounding,
his heart is heavy as he says goodbye,
he served in a place called Afghanistan.
Twenty-one guns sound the report,
Taps sounds farewell.
Pass a few more years...
up on a hill top with generations of friends,
they have come to say goodbye to grandpapa,
who served in a place called Korea.
Twenty-one guns sound the report,
Taps sounds farewell.
A few years later the little boy is back on that same hill,
his brother they lay to rest with honors abounding,
his heart is heavy as he says goodbye,
he served in a place called Afghanistan.
Twenty-one guns sound the report,
Taps sounds farewell.
Pass a few more years...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2018 4:35am
3rd Feb 2018 4:35am
The Stalking
I came upon her late into the night
She was by a campfire shedding light
Her dress was black and hardly covering
A body I find myself now coveting
I sneak up slowly through the shadows
Confident her fate she hardly knows
I leap up and hidden blade my heart runs thru
Now I wonder, who was stalking who
Remember this throughout your days
The widow in black will truly amaze
She was by a campfire shedding light
Her dress was black and hardly covering
A body I find myself now coveting
I sneak up slowly through the shadows
Confident her fate she hardly knows
I leap up and hidden blade my heart runs thru
Now I wonder, who was stalking who
Remember this throughout your days
The widow in black will truly amaze
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Feb 2018 9:29pm
1st Feb 2018 9:29pm
What He Is
He has the gentle heart of a teddy bear,
He has hands of stone when needed,
He will always stand between them and the world,
Yet give them the whole world with glories unfaded.
He guides them by principles handed down for generations,
He is willing to stand by them to the end,
Family, God and country they are,
He has a will that will not bend.
Kindness and generosity are parts of him,
He would give his last dollar to a stranger,
Watchful and wary even then,
He will not take them into danger.
They are everything for...
He has hands of stone when needed,
He will always stand between them and the world,
Yet give them the whole world with glories unfaded.
He guides them by principles handed down for generations,
He is willing to stand by them to the end,
Family, God and country they are,
He has a will that will not bend.
Kindness and generosity are parts of him,
He would give his last dollar to a stranger,
Watchful and wary even then,
He will not take them into danger.
They are everything for...
#love
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