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.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Posted by admin on June 17, 2009
Poetry is not inside. I
Write, true, but
Fiction comes too strong. the
Meter is wrong. I death a
Metaphor, I don’t know.
Climax is not dying, nor do I wish a
Character so dark. The heart’s
Image wants to be good, but the
Symbol is bad.
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Posted by admin on February 4, 2009
No!
I said no!
Go to hell.
get out of here.
I will not.
You idiot!
Just go away.
From the door
he speaks.
Are you done now?
Can I come in
Is it safe?
Will I still hurt?
Will you ever agree?
And sees.
I’m sorry,
I didn’t mean it that way.
You have a point.
Don’t go.
You’re right.
Please forgive me.
It will never happen again.
But it happens again.
Copyright 2008 Kelly David Tolman
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Posted by admin on January 30, 2009
Some things are not right.
Avoid them to be happy.
Simple words for simple people.
Words from men who lived God’s way.
Men whose church had no steeple,
But knew to miss to road that’s straight.
Temptations come by day and night.
Avoid them to be happy.
Simple words from those who know
The darkness that follows sin.
Words to help others grow
Without bringing more darkness in.
Many things will help give life.
Do them to be happy.
Words from great biographies
Built around lives of work
To rewrite world histories;
Words that change other words.
Good deeds make people bright.
Do them to be happy.
Words of common sense
Buried in the souls of men,
Words of hard earnestness,
Written to change the hearts of men.
Copyright 2008 Kelly David Tolman
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Posted by admin on January 28, 2009
Live and serve,
Love and give.
Charity He taught us.
Pain and hate,
Spite and hurt
have grief and sorrow brought us.
Work until the work is done.
Love until love alone goes on.
Suffer for His suffering.
Try. Do impossible things.
When all is done,
Through and through,
Hope will come, the strife will end.
The new age begin.
Millenial hope will come,
Born up to the first resurrection.
Copyright 2008 Kelly David Tolman
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Posted by admin on January 23, 2009
The daily troubles of bills and gardens
Often bubble, nervous, up the listing drain
Whereon the moss hangs. Home? Hearth?
A furnace belching warmth. Carries, not
Alone, the cost, the ever inflating cost of growth.
Growing children, sprouting chores, children,
Loves, lives. Each taxes, leeches, begs, and we
Owing all, ever give. Until empty fills the breach.
Empty covers the dark. Empty warms the heart.
Empty where the passion fled for a gentler part.
Turning does not cease the strife nor lessen
The ever present grief. Flight delays, lies,
But gains no victory. Even hope must be slain
Before her horrid onslaught. Debt cankers,
Love chokes, distance grows, without healing.
Where then? Where lies salvation? In truth,
Only by fleeing from flight. Stand, face
The mirror that stares angry back. Build up today.
No trial withstands time. Let time bring peace
And carry forth tomorrow brighter than yesteryear.
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Posted by admin on January 21, 2009
A turn and a twist over a soft moonbeam
Answers a quandary.
The light sparks somewhere deep
Raging energy.
She follows the vision, driven, tenacious
Passionately serene.
The voice, or song. The searching lust
Soothes away fear.
Whips aside webs of disillusion,
Banishes darkness, summons starlight,
In a forceful, unequivocal solution.
This answer that sparked in the night.
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Posted by admin on January 9, 2009
On a summer day I saw your face,
Glowing brightly in the sunshine.
We met and talked and walked a pace.
Your eyes glowing in the moonlight.
Somewhere my heart drifted away,
Caught up in your sweet embrace.
I loved you then as I love you today.
You still set my heart to race.
Though turmoil brew and trouble daunt,
I cannot flee from our sacred haunts.
You call to me, the memory of summer days.
Copyright 2008 Kelly David Tolman
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Posted by admin on December 31, 2008
Heartbeats shiver like squirrels in th frost.
They know I’m cold.
Hearts feel faint;
They taste like muffins,
bust smell only of old mold.
These squirrels feel the way a lemon sounds
When it drops to the ground.
Kathy Williams was a squirrel
in John Day a long time ago.
And moonbeams dance
the way fish mingle
when the water’s warm.
She wasn’t a squirrel at all.
Fudge fish don’t care,
Even though if the wind blows
the dogs will bark.
I hear their cold growlls;
they look tainted in teh mist.
Geez you’re short.
The random pipes of memory broke
the heart I watched,
and it stopped beating.
The squirrels were as sad as sparkling starlight
that danced in a crystal web.
Kid watched from the shadows
As I flew into th ground.
Tomorrow hearts will fly.
To where? No one knows but the squirrels.
They follow the monster candles in heaven
where I’ll be happy to be sad again.
Porque no hay duro que no se quebra.
So the trees sing, the hearts dance,
the squirrels go out to sea,
while we all shake with the cold.
Copyright 2008 Kelly David Tolman
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Posted by admin on December 26, 2008
Sometimes shadows
play tricks on our minds
just the way
rain clouds do.
Lost lemmings come
when nightmares become
daydreams with no way
to split the two.
light makes shadows real by hiding
just as day
makes night sparkle.
Crystal rose oozes
up when dawn filters
out Tuesday bright rays
burn mucky dew.
Shadow glass rabbits
mingle with Gods,
casting a grand play
writeen by . . .
Pisspots and brainbeams
bouncing on walls of steel,
no one knows th way
to Katmandu.
Hearts burst in spurts
at times. Nobody
holds tigers at bay
when old clocks run
and we bounce again
and the shadows come.
the dimness stays
the day out
making puddles on teh brain
grow deep and rank
until the shadows spray
evening dew.
Gray rabbits will forget
patterns. Becoming shadow;
new time is a new day,
icy smooth.
Copyright 2008 Kelly David Tolman
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Posted by admin on December 17, 2008
I read an invitation to dream today.
The words formed a magical display,
that made me think of love and thoughtful hope
I would have cried if I could. But I know,
Just isn’t proper.
“Come sit,” it said, and spin me happy tales.
Stay with me tonight, beside shadows stale.
Learn how dreamers sleep and love, wake and live.
Do not let feelings close too tight, give
the world beauty.
Please don’t think I’m too strange ecause I love
the way i feel, or feel that I am above
all the usual norms of happiness.
I’m not. My life is still the propervmess
it was tomorrow.
Follow the stars if you would like to fly,
Go right ahead, don’t write, don’t say good bye.
The invitation is nice, lie, or spin,
dance or sing. No guilt, no sorrow, no sin.
Leave dark superstitions.
Copyright 2008 Kelly David Tolman
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