It Was By The River (Poem)

It was by the river that the slender trout drifted,

silver in the light, to the surface they lifted.

It was by the river that the young wolf ran with his first pack,

now the alpha male, there was no experience he lacked.

It was by the river that the songbirds would sing,

a tune that had rung out for centuries- carried by their wings.

It was by the river that the fox made his best catch,

leaping out he snarled and his jaws tightly latched.

And it was by the river that the child had grown,

older and older until he became a man of his own.

Freelance Begone (Poem)

He struggled to find, as hard as he looked,

a freelance writing gig that he could book.

He applied to several, begged for even more,

but no one would give him the simplest chore.

He guest wrote posts, all to no avail.

No one wanted to pay him to tell their tale.

Months and months, spent scouring the web-

when all he needed were the ideas in his head.

He took a chance, started his own blog,

the apprehension faded from his mind, clearing the fog.

This was fun, he realized- this was the best!

He wrote what he wanted, his followers took care of the rest.

They read and read until he had built up a crowd,

looking at his work, he was finally proud.

Hope you guys enjoyed the poem- I’m sure it’s one many of you can relate to haha! If you liked it, feel free to subscribe for free to see my future poems, articles, stories, and books!

Spring On A Winter’s Day

And so when it seemed coldest,

the plants withered away with frost.

Along came the oldest,

of seasons both present and lost.

For just one day the snow and ice had gone,

and the grass shown green on the front lawn.

It was as if Spring had appeared, if only for a day.

A reminder Winter is not forever, and Spring was on its way.

The birds chirped in the morning, the animals played!

A light breeze sounded through, and the branches swayed.

Nature was thankful for the promise that life would yet come,

and although Winter was needed, the world would not remain numb.

Poetry (Read Entire Thing)

Into the clouds he stared for years,

his childhood drifting in the sky.

He yearned for what was often feared,

to tell the Earth goodbye.

To travel and see the planets and stars,

exploring the universe far and wide.

That night he slept, he had turned 16,

and his dreams took him oh so far.

To a place he had only ever imagined,

now he was here.

On a brand new planet, the bluest in color.

It shown throughout space like no other.

He dreamed of wonderful things- new species, new skies, and everything in between.

If you were enjoying reading that, my apologies but it’s over.

You see, I started writing that for today’s post and I realized I could just not get it to rhyme the way I wanted to. I debated the old rule in my head that poetry has no rules. But it really pissed me off when the rhyming was all messed up.

Rather than finishing the poem I started, I decided to make the point that poetry does in fact have rules. One that I think should be a universal law of poetry is it either has to be a “rhyming poem” or a “doesn’t rhyme at all poem.” Because when you try to only rhyme in some parts and not all throughout the entire poem- the quality of the poem goes down tremendously. Like at that point it starts to piss off whoever is reading it because it rhymes sometimes and doesn’t rhyme other times, and it confuses the reader. And when it’s real bad it’s like, “is this even supposed to be a poem or a story or what?” Yeah poems can tell stories, but the way their rhyming is structured shouldn’t define whether or not it’s a story. That’s defined by the author’s style of writing and what they are trying to accomplish by writing it.

Example: They could have written the poem to tell a tale or they may write one that makes people feel emotional but doesn’t have any real plot to it.

This realization has actually made me appreciate poetry a lot more- because I sort of feel as if even though poetry has a huge following around the world, it still seems to be one of the most under-appreciated arts of writing.

And I hope that this article has made you appreciate poetry a lot more. Because that way when I release a poetry book here in the near future, you’ll know it’s worth buying 🙂 See what I did there?

Mood Changes (Poem)

In the morning she glows, warm in the sun.

Looks to me as if to say, what have you done?

Why nothing at all, nothing has changed!

Except, my love that it has started to rain.

You must help me, save me, do all that you can!

For when the rain falls you become a different man.

Your mood will change at the littlest action,

and I am left in a relationship with little passion.

Quickly, now, we must get in the car.

She started it up, and drove them quite far.

Until they outran the rain, reaching a far away place.

One where the sun always shines, and the man has a smile on his face.

Down a Long Lane- final part

“I don’t know, I like her a lot, it’s just she’s a bit older than me.”

    “Yeah but you’re not in high school anymore Mikey, two years isn’t shit. I think you should ask her out.”

    “Oh yeah? What makes you the sudden expert on relationships, Mr. One Night Stand, isn’t that what the ladies call you?”

“Oh fuck off, these are my wild days, I’ll settle down one day.” they both laughed and Mikey turned the music back up.

    They sat talking and singing along to Eric’s playlist for a couple more hours before he pulled off into a gas station. The camaro rumbled up beside one of the pumps and Mikey hopped out to stretch.

    “You want anything from inside?” he asked his brother.

    “Yeah grab me a Redbull will ya?” Eric shouted to his brother opening the store’s front door.

    Mikey grabbed two large energy drinks and payed the cashier. He bought a two dollar scratch-off ticket too, a habit he had started as soon as he turned eighteen. Then he walked back out and got in the car. The Camaro started up with a loud rumble that turned the heads of a few older guys in the parking lot. One of them gave Eric a thumbs-up as he pulled back onto the highway.

    Two Redbulls got polished off and $25 was won on a lottery ticket by the time they finally neared their destination. The roads towards the end of the trip had become gravel and eventually almost dirt. They finally turned on a thin road with the name Little Cola Lane rusted onto a sign near it. They drove down it for ten miles without seeing a single house. Mikey was about to double check the address when Eric noticed a long dirt lane on the left. There was no mailbox or house number written anywhere, but the two agreed that this must indeed be their destination. The clock on the car radio read 10:03 p.m.

   “You sure about this?” Eric asked after they had been following the lane through trees on either side for five minutes.

    “Might as well keep going now.” Mikey said nervously.

    After a few more minutes Eric finally pointed out some lights that were shining from the porch of a largish cabin ahead. He pulled his car in the drive next to a beat down pickup truck and a sporty looking Subaru.

    “So should we just knock on the door or uhh?” Mikey openly pondered.

    “I don’t know what else to do.” Eric laughed nervously.

    They walked up to the front of the cabin and knocked on the door. Shuffling followed by footsteps could be heard from inside. Mikey relaxed a little when he recognized the guy named Grant opening the door.

    “Decided to show up, eh?” he greeted Mikey.

    “Yeah, this is my brother Eric by the way.” Mikey explained.

    Eric and Grant exchanged a nod and a handshake and Grant walked them inside. They went down a longish hallway made from some sort of polished logs. There were various paintings hanging on the wall, some of which Mikey wanted to stop and take a closer look at but he decided now wasn’t the time. At the end of the hallway they came to a kitchen with a large middle island that had several chairs arranged around it. Here Liam sat, the man with the long country beard.

    “Mikey, was it? Daniel will be glad you decided to come.” he said nicely with a grin.

I hope you guys enjoyed this sneak preview into Down a Long Lane.

Down a Long Lane- part 3

    “Hey what’s up man, how was work last night?” Eric asked him as he entered the kitchen.

    “It was…interesting I guess you could say.” he responded with a wild look.

    “Oh god, what didya kill a couple raccoons or somethin’ Mikey?” Eric joked.

    “Not quite, you might wanna sit down for this.” Mikey laughed back.

    The two of them enjoyed an oven pizza while Mikey relayed the events that had taken place the night before in the junkyard. When he finished Eric sat staring at him in awe.

    “That’s some fucking wild shit man! You coulda fuckin died ya crazy bastard!” Eric finally spoke, his face was hard to read.

    “But I didn’t, I handled myself pretty well I think. So what do you think about working with these guys? The money they make is probably insane.” Mikey offered.

    “You’ve got to be kidding, right? I don’t even think you should have taken the cell-phone, I mean yeah we’ll smoke the weed and everything. I just don’t think contacting those guys again is a great idea. Unless of course you’re trynna die?”

    “No man, I just want to see what that Daniel guy has to say. He seemed confident like he really knows what he’s doing.”

    “I don’t know, he got his whole delivery taken from him. Sounds like a little bitch to me.” Eric laughed.

    Just as Mikey was about to reply, the cellphone in his pocket buzzed twice. He pulled it out to see a text message from the number he had tried to call earlier.

“Was that him?” Eric asked, slightly nervously.

    “Yeah, he said meet me tonight if you’re really interested, and sent an address.”

    “Where the hell at?” his brother asked.

    “22 Little Cola Lane, just outside of Superior National Forest.”

    “Dude that’s like a five hour drive! I have to go there every once in awhile for Ranger meetings. Are your really interested in this? What about school and your job?” Eric criticized.

    “I’m sick of that shit and you know I am, it’s just not what I want to do and I don’t want to waste anymore time on it. Besides, I’m not committing to anything, I just want to hear what he has to say.”

    “Well you’re sure as not going alone and you’re not driving my car- so looks like I’m coming with you. Cause there’s no way an uber is taking you basically to the Canadian border.”

    “I really appreciate it man, I’ll give you some gas money too, bro.”

    “No need little brother, just let me toke up that weed he gave you and we’ll head out.” Eric gave an amusing look as he finished talking.

    Mikey headed back into his bedroom and grabbed the small bag on his nightstand. He handed it to his brother who was busy slicing a cigar down the middle. Mikey watched as Eric dumped out most of the tobacco that was in the cigar and filled it up with the green weed. He then proceeded to lick and roll it until it was resealed.

  “Nice little spliff right there!” Eric commented on his craftsmanship as he slid open the door that led to their little balcony.

    Mikey followed him out and sat in the chair beside him. His brother offered him a hit but he declined saying something about needing to keep his senses alert for whatever was going to happen later on in the night. After about ten minutes Eric smushed the bud out in an ashtray and they headed back inside. It had been freezing out there and they both welcomed in the warmth of their apartment.

    Eric sat down for awhile longer and quickly ate up the last few slices of pizza. Then they grabbed their stuff and headed out the door and took the elevator down into the underground parking garage. Mikey climbed into the passenger seat of his brother’s burnt orange 1967 Camaro, a graduation gift he was still very jealous about. Mikey felt as if his other two siblings always got the good stuff. His little sister was 16 and had just gotten a brand new Cadillac for her birthday. She lived with their parents in St. Cloud where they had all three grown up.

    Then again, when Mikey had turned 16 his parents had offered to buy him a car. But he decided to take cash instead, which didn’t turn out to be too bad because he still had $10,000 of it saved in the bank. The Camaro was now cruising a swift 75 mph up the interstate.

    “How’s that weed got you feeling?” Mikey asked.

    “Honestly it wasn’t anything spectacular, I could honestly probably grow some better shit haha.” Eric replied.

    “I don’t doubt it, with all that shit you’re learning in school you could probably grow the best strains in Minnesota.”

    Eric gave him a questionable look before saying, “Now don’t you try to rope me into this stuff man. If you want to go off being some drug kingpin or whatever be my guest, but I’ve got a good future ahead of me.”

    ‘I’m not, I’m not, chill. But don’t go insulting these guys’ marijuana when we get there.” Mikey suggested.

    Eric grunted in agreement and went to adjust the radio. He put on some old rap songs they used to listen to when he’d take Mikey home from school. They rapped along to an Eminem song and then Eric turned the volume down a few notches as Kanye came on next.

    “So what’s the deal with that Tricia chick? You ever going to ask her out, or what?” Eric looked at his brother as he spoke.

Next part tomorrow!