This is a number of un-related poems, off the top of my head, on August 25, 2011. Many were just stuck in my mind for years, and I decided to share them. I have used poetic license to paraphrase some things that may have been originally created by some other person, but I have not purposely tried to copy any one else’s work. (If you think I have, let me know, and I will remove or change it).

The ghost of a Medieval man appeared before me, and I asked him these questions. The poem gives a cameo of his life.

I wrote this for all those who have ever felt like someone was holding them back from being who they really wanted to be.

Well, this is a poem of mine that I’ve made quite a long while ago. Yes, I was quite heart broken, but no, I’m not Emo, Lol. Seriously. Honestly, if I could remember right, this took me about 6-8 hours of pure thinking and "emotional-feelings-disassemble" to think about. So just sit back, relax, read slowly, and please–try not to cry…

(I’ve had a few friends who read this and did.)

A poem about a pig named Mr. Mig.

How the snow is beautiful and untouched on natures most wonderful components of life. To the most traveled byways to where it is dangerous to be out and about. To where enough is enough and ready for it to be gone until the next time.

A World War One poem inspired by a photograph of the war-graves of those who fell during the four-year conflict. This is my personal dedication to them.

A World War One poem describes how a WW1 soldier in the trenches is told by his friends not to go into battle, as he is discovered to be underage.

A World War One poem describing how a soldier in WW1 is cowering in a trench as it is being bombarded from enemy lines, berating the Generals who are safe and well and out of harm’s way.