Poem: LandaysImpasse

There is a Cold War between our lips
With neither of us willing to speak truth to power

Days go by one chasing another
With a silence filling the gaps where our words should be

Both preferring to preserve the truce
That keeps the peace and keeps us as willing prisoners

Poem: Couplet of War

The sound of horse hooves gallop across plains
As the boys with their trumpets play their refrains
In their gleaming metal armor polished bright
Charge rows and rows of the mounted knights
Forward on in martial order towards the rising sun

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