Author: tylerstroz
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The Statue Lost to Fiction
Take from the Crimson-hallow blue, Take from the woodland wicket hatch, And read from the Sonnet of Woeful Rue. Read from the Statue Perdita, beckoned and scratch: Stoic and silent in the hazy lamplight marsh. Twas twice forgotten, through whistle and storm And the winds sweep through the wetlands surrounding – dry and harsh. The…
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Sir Vanish’s Portrait Above the Mantle
Above the mantle, in the silent study of the late Sir Patrick Vanish, sits a portrait. Not a valuable antique, in contrast to the other priceless artifacts held in Sir Patrick’s collection Just a simple oil painting, crafted by a dear friend’s memory. Its frame a monument of a golden era Sits unassumingly so over…
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Four Sentences
Like a steady clock, life and the world lean repetitively toward normality. Daybreak inspires indolence and twilight brings about a drowning nighttime dull. Society is a mere formality A means to an end and an end to life’s lull. Life is cold and Beige or Brown Life is misery and diversion is unfathomable. What of…
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A Century In-between
I look through life with a periscope. The mirrors sullied and scraped. I see the walls of my castle allotrope. And the portraits my imagination never escaped. I look out the window to the warm lamplight. And ponder where it went? The desk sprawls like a poet’s plight. It smiles with a wink in discontent.…
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Happy Fourth of July
Dawn rises on yet another star-spangled birthday. Freedom soars as torches renew. Charred dogs and patties on the grill; celebrations underway! The tableware adorned all red, white, and blue! The fireworks are readied, so too is the assassin. There’s nothing more American, then a race against the Glock! Just a man, with a love for…
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September’s Chest
Act I: Launch The Royal Navy set out to protect its fortunes of old. The Fleet gathers with its ringing sails unfurled. A ship named for every month of the year as foretold. The ninth in the fleet, the September, holding the keep. Its sails massive and its hull beautifully curled. Its Admiral, James Scott,…
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City by the Mountains
Upon rising Dawn. Over lush mountaintops sway. Under lightening skies these morning bells. A City by river downs lay. Beyond fields of wicker. Among rising smoke and irate machines. Lay a land wild and wonderful. Precious structures and elegant greens. Sun beams across windings hills of long-lived freedom. A place where all roads lead to…
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The Restless
The Things and shadows, under the dead of night, lurking upon a dream. Willows and Marigolds dance to the wisps of certain cause; something in the air. Dread-foot falls under steely gables. Storms across the horizon gleam. The feral land flees upon the poet’s lair. Skies rumble upon knowing wonder. Like a banshee lost in…
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Passage
Shifting mountains subside. The mighty heavens and earth, collide. Through the blinding sun. And across the dessert plain, The passage lays claim. With every gust of dusty storm. An exit or entrance will the passage yield by the drooping tree? Know sure enough you’ll be. While striding toward the passageway. What will the passage hold?…
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Baltimore
In this land of fellow Pens and Familia ties. Walking through time-honored corridors with fields of dirt and oak. Tall pillared fences with gallantry and rally up-rise. O the old ballpark, with game and comradery, relish under antiquity cloak. Watching the Row bomb balls across Poe’s Court. Across these fields green and Bayview Yard. What…
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