The Writing and Thoughts of Kelly D. Tolman. “The Cleansing of Darnuth Keep” my Fantasy Novel, as well as humorous poetry and other poetry, science fiction and fantasy stories, as well as general writing and blogging information.
The simpleness of insanity
is reflected in golden green
when tin’s polluted face beams
up at the passerby from the pond.
The deft hand of embarrassment
then claims his victim’s senses
as he (the victim) comprehends
the trash we fling at the gods.
Cere’s loving harvest gift
is brought up and pummeled
to make candy bars and rubble
sing the woes of unjust hogs.
The blight of man hovers o’er creation
like shades in the warmth of evening,
and creature stops great, starts believing
the crass counsel of foolish pawns.
Reason unreasonable, unreadable,
credulous, penniless, proken in pity,
becomes the forte of insecurity
while new algae covers the frogs.
Heavy with the fear of understanding
the victim turns his countenance
away from dark circumstance
to find a more apathetic god.
The end has a twist, like lemon.
The middle is voluptuous,
however you spell it. Tastes
like grapes, the purple kind.
The beginning is quaint like
little log cabins, but stronger
and more entertaining. needs
spice, ginger, it smells the
best. But not too much, after
all this is light reading and sweets
will spoil your diet.
Today, like always, shadow.
Yesterday shadow was light until at
Night when shadow was dark but for a
Moment when shadow was gone. Almost
One minute was bright. But
Ever unsure shadow returns.
Like drums that come and beat and stop
Round and dizzy you reach the top.
Sweat and blood smear your harmless face.
To stand and fight is no disgrace.
Flame and strength will never be gone
Till honor and glory be done.
Then take the fire and fight again.
The brand is hot, the foe remains.
No victor wins. There is no death.
No fallen foe takes his last breath.
Come now you fool to live this life.
No heroes here just daily strife.
