Poems from Douglas Larcher
I write the world as I see it... No, that doesn't quite explain it. Rather, I write the world that I see - it must be far different than the one everyone else experiences. After all, we can never truly know the mind of another individual. We are all but spinning tops, always colliding, never coinciding. Perhaps one day we will, but until then, look around and enjoy the chaos.
~Always love,
Douglas Larcher
She woke each morning with a sigh and a moan
She looked through her eyes to the cloudy skies and saw
somehow that the sun still shone.
Her...
Sweet, dear Mulciber
God of iron and forge
Hear my plea, humble as I am
and answer me with conviction.
Because I have a stalwart heart,...
Drums everywhere
Breathing life to culture
life to performance
life to soldiers
Each signaling
One
Two
One
Two
One
After
One
Another...
Eyes forward. Chin up. Chest out. Head high.
Stiff upper lip, now; that's it. You've got it.
Don't slouch. Fall in line. Step lively. Look...