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Publication Date: 2008

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Glaedr the poet(December 1988) I write whatever comes to me. My favorite things to write are epic dragonpoems and poems about horses. I don't like freeverse but I really like rhymebecause it gives poetry a nice sound...What do you think? I really enjoy theInheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini (aka Eragon, Eldest, Brisingr,Inheritance) . They sparked a love for fantasy within me. As some may haveguessed, my name really isn't Glaedr. Glaedr is a name I got from theinheritance cycle. It was the name of an ancient and wise gold dragon. If youhaven't read the cycle and you enjoy the magic of Harry Potter or the Adventureof the Lord of the Rings trilogy, I'd strongly sugest checking them out. As forwhere I inhabit this earth, I live in a town of roughly 17,000 in Missouri. My dadbeing military, I lived in three different states in a 9 year span. But now he is nolonger an 'active member' of the military and we are in Missouri. I have alwayshad a desire to live out in the country. In my free time I enjoy riding horses anychance I get!

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A Dream Fulfilled (My First Trail Ride) Upon the saddle I am mountedMy foot in the stirrup is setPrecious time is happily counteda kinder horse have I never metUpon the rocky trail I rideI enjoy fresh air and tree-given shadeWithin this horse my trust I confideand I new friend I have surely madeThough the hills are steep and the trail is roughThis horse has been well-trainedThrough the rugged trail, he proves hardy and toughHe knows the way and needs not to be reinedI hear the water of a running creekI spot a lone deer in the distanceAt the sight of this animal, I am unable to speakWhile upon a horse she ignores my existenceCloser to nature I start to feelTrees on either side I can seeAlmost like a dream, yet so realThere has never been a happier meBut the trail has ended, I start to cryI will have a horse of my own! ...But when?For now, I depart and heave a big sighAnd look forward to the rocky trail again Glaedr the poet


A History Of Dragons The mighty wings of the chosenThe mighty dragons long forgottenAbove all creatures do they towerThere lies within them limitless powerThe human race is forvever shamedTo tame that which cannot be tamedDeath to a dragon, is an obstacle to overcomeTheir spirit lives on, more powerful they becomeDragons and humans had once been friendsBut for human actions there are no amendsDragons do not easily forget past wrongsTheir pain lives on in ballads and songsTheir sadness, their torture, it makes them cryThey fear their end is drawing nighThe evil of humans has been too greatTheir existance lies in the hands of fateFor dragons no longer take part in warAway from death do they constantly soarBecause dragons had almost destroyed their own raceTheir existance from history did they nearly eraseTerritory and power struggles soon led to hatehundreds would die over a single mateBut they overcame their fate; with wisdomand forever established their eternal kingdom Glaedr the poet


A Meal At Night As the sun sets to bring the nightThe wise old owl hoots in delightSpreading his wings in a tired stretchHe searches for a breakfast that'll be quick to fetchSpotting a mouse that would be such a mealSwiftly he flies to the life to stealThus the wise owl feeds at nightAnd lets out another hoot of delight Glaedr the poet


A New Start For My Aching Heart Though broken and beaten black and blueHere I still offer my heart up to youThe wounds on my heart from heartbreak gone through,Is damage I am hoping that you can undoFrom your confession of love I already feel newTo your confession of love I confess 'I love you too' Glaedr the poet


A Poem For Mothers, And Mine The love of a mother is beyond compareOne who dearly loves and is always thereFrom scraped kneesTo falls from treesA mother cares for allFrom “I told you so”To “That’s a no-no! ”A mother answers the callMothers cook, mothers clean, some even work a jobEven with all their strength, a mother still knows how to sobMothers should be honored for all they have doneEvery day of the year, not just oneThere is nothing better than a mother’s loveFor her time on this earth thank God aboveA mother’s love endures foreverIts unbreakable bonds no on can severNo matter how much I have grownMy mother’s love is always shownShe has become a mentor and a guideWithin her always I am able to confideNo better payment for her I can findThen to love her with heart, and with mindTo the one who bore me; I share my emotionTo the one who raised me; Absolute devotionTo this woman I express my joyYou will always be my “mommy” and I your “baby boy” Glaedr the poet


A Poem Of Hunting, Fishing, And A Truck I throw my gun in the back of my truckWith it I hope to kill a 12-point buckWhile in the woods, BANG! I see the deer fallI take him home, freeze the meat, and mount his horns on my wall I grab my pole and tackle box and head to the lakeAt this time in the morning, I feel barely awakeThere is no school today, I’m glad there is no classA mighty tug on my line, I hook a large mouth bass There is nothing like hunting; waiting for the killCutting and cleaning the meat my freezer I’ll soon fillDeer steaks and deer jerky have such a great tasteAnd with his head on my wall nothing goes to waste I like fishing, fishing is funFishing underneath the rising sunI like catching the fish and putting them in a netFish is a great dish when the table is set My truck is unstoppable; it can’t beatI slam the door and strap myself in the seatI start the engine and press the gas to the floorMy truck takes off and my engine lets out a roar I wouldn’t be able to hunt or fish if it wasn’t for my truckWith it I carry poles, guns, and my fallen buckI pull my boat with my truck in four-wheel-driveAt my destination I always arrive Glaedr the poet


A Restless Night My body received rest but my mind was left to wonderFrom reality and reason does it continuously falterThe dreams I have dreamt are now long forgottenThey have withered, disappeared, and turned rottenVague glimpses of them have left me in a state of confusionWhat has been real? What has been delusion?My head becomes hot, sharp spines within are nailedMy body is sound, but my mind has failedThese types of mornings I always dreadWhat occurrences could have caused this chaos in my head?I cannot ask more questions, they make the pain worseI can only record my experience within this simple verseMorning is bad, but the day gets betterBut what about tomorrow? Or the day after?Will the morning go well and the day end in distress?What must I do to avoid this? What must I confess?One day my conscious I hope to clearIf not, there is no end and limit to my fear Glaedr the poet


All Love Has Failed Me Love I cannot have, for it is love that I fearNever again shall I draw someone ever so nearNo longer love will my heart ever holdFor my heart has hardened and turned ice coldThe virginity of my lips and body will never be givenCloser to insanity, and further from love I am drivenI cannot love, I am not destinedAnd forever a virgin will I be christenedI now beg for you to not seek my heartFor you will find the bitterness and surely departIt is now that I am beginning to seeThat I am alone and always it will be Glaedr the poet


An Average Soldier Many have died, many have perishedBut this man has yet to fallGone for months, time that is cherishedYet he still answers the callHe is neither the bravest nor the strongestBut for freedom, he fights under the sunHis time spent fighting is not the longestFor at home is where his battles are wonHe was given a single gunEven when old and tiredNever from a battle has he had to runNever a single shot had to be firedThough an expert marksman he has provenAnd an expert marksman he may beWhen that single weapon is givenHis ability in battle you will never seeFor he is just an average soldier from the Air ForceBut to have him in my life, I am gladDo I love this man? Of course!For he is none other than my dad Glaedr the poet


Another Poem For Farewell I am tired, oh so tired! Which leaves very little to be desired...except to be inspiredBy your presence and your essence Heart to Heart and friend to friend We start then have to part, again...and again Fair thee well until the morrow For parting does not have to be full of sorrow Glaedr the poet


Anyone Can Write A Depressing Poem I've read enough of heartbreaks and tearsEven more so of depressions and fearsI've heard enough of your deaths and rapingsEven more so than your scars and abusingsGive me your joys! Put a grin on my face!Show me good still exists in our human raceI desire happiness! Please make me smile!That alone will make it all worth the whileWriting something happy is what'll show 'emBecause anyone can write a depressing poem Glaedr the poet


Dreams Are Dreams And Nothing More I am trapped within a population seaSo much my heart desires to be set freeDesire for large buildings, I have noneI want open fields and to see the rising sunTraffic, cars, and concrete so coarseI'll have no need of these if mounted upon a horseTo run! to gallop! All across the landwind in my face, reins within my handMy faithful compainon, I need no other friendThe bond between us, no one can comprehendThis vision brings me great happinessBut I cry because it is simple foolishnessFor I know nothing of which I seekI have never experianced that of which I speakI am trapped within a population seaI am trapped, with no way to be set free Glaedr the poet


Family Comes Together Family comes togetherFor always and foreverIn sickness and in healthIn poverty or in wealthFamily comes togetherFor always and foreverWithout any reasonAnytime or any seasonFamily comes togetherFor always and foreverIn death or in lifeIn happiness or in strifeFamily comes togetherFor always and foreverIn anger or in kindnessWhether all seeing or in blindnessFamily comes togetherFor always and foreverWhether for work or for playThey somehow find a wayFor family to come togetherBecause families are forever Glaedr the poet


Hail Dragon! Hail dragon! Predator of the airDo not rejoice, do nothing but despairFor you are gone oh dragon, passed into legendFor the merciless warriors of old you could not contendThere is no longer dragon fire or flightFor long ago they had lost the fightSo weep for the dragon, the dragon of oldWeep for the dragon, and his story untold Glaedr the poet


Homeland (I Do Not Dwell In The Past) People speak of homeland as the countries that bore their ancestorsThey speak of pride, tradition, and origins of predecessorsI have no interest in where I came from, or a family historyThe past should stay the past: an unsolved mysteryI look to the future, and what the morrow may bringA new rising sun, a new day dawns, the new morningFor what is today but yesterday's tomorrow?Dwelling on the past brings about nothing but sorrowBut by no means should the past be forgotBy learning from past wrongs true wisdom is saughtBut my homeland will always be the land in which I resideWhere I will spend my days, live my life, and always confide Glaedr the poet


I Am (Emotion) I am tiredtired of the walls closed around metired of blindness when I wish to seeI am scaredscared of the love that will never comescared of where the darkness is fromI am angryangry at truths that are perceived wrongangry at the uselessness of a happy songI am sadsad for those left behindsad for the happiness they cannot findI am confusedconfused with the madness of this worldconfused with the life into which I'm hurledI am helplesshelpless to keep my innocencehelpless of it to make any senseI am deaddead to the world around medead to the people, who refuse see Glaedr the poet


I Am (Emotion) Ii I am happyHappy with the life I have been livingHappy with the kindness I have been givingI am thankfulThankful for a family's love unconditionalThankful for God and everything spiritualI am wiseWise enough to know when something is wrongWise enough to be uplifted by a joyous songI am understandingUnderstanding that life is not always fairUnderstanding that anger leads to despairI am braveBrave enough to right wrongs of lateBrave enough to accept my own fateI am patientPatient for my future and what is in storePatient for love, career, horses, and moreI am aliveAlive in the world that I was meant to beAlive to everyone whom I make see Glaedr the poet


I Call My Maiden Home I am calling my maiden homeFor in a distant land does she roamThere is no distance between us too greatFor our meeting is bound by undeniable fateThe love within us has long been awakenAnd never will that love ever be forsakenShe shall enter my home into love's sweet embraceAnd I will finally be able to gaze upon her faceI await this day with an ever burdened heartOnce she is at my side, never shall we part!So I call thee my sweet maiden, I call thee homeI call thee from the distant land of which you roam Glaedr the poet


I Don’t Like Her, But Can’t Help To Love Her My sister is someone who I cannot comprehendNever in my wildest dreams could I ever call her “Friend”I can easily say we do not get alongShe argues, she fights, she hates to be wrongThere’s not much I can say about this relation to meOther than of her presence I wish to be set freeBut if she would go away, I admit I would miss herWhat can I say? After all, she is my sisterThere’s nothing I can do! I will always be her brotherNo matter how much I deny it, there is still no otherEven though she is behind the worst times ever hadAll in all, my sister isn’t that badAdmitting this to myself, somewhat gives me joyBut still I wonder, “What if she’d been a boy? ” Glaedr the poet


Just Another Heartbroken Poem Here I sit lonely and heartbrokenBecause of love so freely spokenI loved her, I think she loved meBut face to face we never did seeI was to visit this princess of mineOh to feel her embrace would have been divine!But she is gone now, a victim of fearJust too afraid she had drawn so nearYou cannot trust what you cannot seeAnd her parents could not trust meAll we had were our words of devotionAll we had was our shared emotionBut all the same their distrust grewAnd in time, her distrust did tooSo she left me and never repliedWhat did I do? I broke down and criedCouldn't do much else, I'm not a predatorI wanted nothing else but just to love herBut so is the story of my pathetic lifeThe kind always filled with unfair strifeBut I press on anyway, wishing and hoping my love will arrive'Hey Rachel! it would be nice to know if you were still alive! ' Glaedr the poet


Laments And Longing For A Friend Where have you gone my dearest friendIt seems it has been foreverMy love for you shall never endA bond of friendship no one can severWhat harm could have befallenDid you wish to make me weapMy happiness has been stolenYour absence has struck me deepIf any harm has come to youI would feel eternal guiltas a friend, you have been trueupon trust our friendship was builtYour absence has made me grievemy heart is locked and you have the keyOf this pain, only you can relieveWhere could you be? Glaedr the poet


Lifetime Animal Center (Aka My Place Of Employment) Please come in! “Sit! ” “Stay! ”Come let us make sure your pet is A-O-KDentals? Checkups? We’ll do both!“For the Lifetime of Your Pet” as says our oathNeed something explained? We’re really good teachers!One must know a lot when “Caring for all of God’s Creatures”Is your horse a little hoarse? We do many things for EquineGoing away for the weekend? We’ll take-in your Canine!We’ll feed them, water them, and walk them tooAnd yes, we even pick up their smelly... “MOO! ”Was that a cow? I do believe soWhen it comes to Livestock, we never say no24 hours a day we are accessible to youTo all animal emergencies we’ll remain trueOur staff is some of the kindest people you have ever metLifetime Animal Center: where you can always trust us with your pet Glaedr the poet


Love Unchanged I once asked you to marry me for my love had no endI thought we'd always be together, then you called me 'friend'I was called your fiancee, but your brother I becameYet my endless love for you, has always been the samePatience I must practice, patience I must getFor maybe just maybe, there is hope for us yetWe are young so young, we have nothing but timeMaybe in the future, you will once again be mineBut until that day has come, as long as we're apartKnow that you always reside within my heartA friend you started out as, and a friend you'll always beEven though you've always meant much more to me Glaedr the poet


My Forbidden Love I love a girl with hair of red“Keep your distance” her father saidOur only contact, within the churchMore ways to talk we constantly searchForbidden contact becomes the only wayThat we are able to laugh and playHer father insists it’s for her own goodYet I can see he has severely misunderstoodAs he enforces what he believes to be rightHis daughter cuts herself in the dead of nightShe is four years younger than me, this I cannot denyYet my love for her still reaches beyond the highest skyI want my arms around her, I want her body closeOur lips in kiss embrace, we sail the darkest cosmoseI have more love for her than any girl ever metMy forbidden love: A real life Romeo and Juliet Glaedr the poet


My Maiden Who Came By Night For you my heart burns like a dragon's fire!Fueling all my love, affection, and desireEagerly I wait, to be in your embraceTo feel your soft touch, to gaze upon your faceI shall whisper my love softly, put my lips upon yoursOh how our passion on dragon wings soars!You are the love of my life, the maiden of my dreamsNever in my life, have been more joyous it seemsNo love or relation, has ever felt this right!Forever my heart is yours, my maiden of the night Glaedr the poet


Never Truly Been Kissed I have never been kissedAt least, not in the way I wishedThe thought of it is quite depressingThe memory of it is quite revoltingI acted too quickly, I thought I was attractedIt was then I realized how foolishly I had actedMy heart should have never been givenIt was naught but a lie I had been livin'A kiss of deceit I have never even heard ofFor I now know a kiss cannot be without love. Glaedr the poet


Oh Dreary Night Oh dreary night full of darkness and despairPerfect night, for pondering what I see as unfairCold air breathed, so pure and refreshingThus my thoughts come, troublesome and depressingCigarette and smoke, hazardous to my healthA law long past broken will hurt my meager wealthMore trouble I face, if they ever were to to discoverMy love forbidden, that I have for anotherIt is at this time I feel happiness...and painPerfect emotions as the weather turns to rainAs the water begins to wash worries awayI simply feel blessed...just to live another day Glaedr the poet


Personalities (A Mind In Perfect Balance) “Darkness”Darkness has become more frequent in my lifeI do not know why, or from whereI struggle through life with difficulty and strifeInto nothingness I constantly stareI must not let darkness consume meBecause of it, I wish to remain free “Light”The Glory, the brightness, of the light withinHas saved me from the shadowsThrough it, I am free of my sinBaptized, renewed from the shallowsThis light keeps me forever freeAnd darkness, loses his hold on me “Sadness”Darkness has a friend named SadnessHer voice a swishing sighFrom sadness arises madnessAs I bow my head and cryOf these two I am mortifiedFor by them, I am crucified “Happiness”Of the darkness, I do not fear!Happiness keeps me from hellIts clear voice I love to hearThe beautiful ringing of a bellI marvel at these talents!Darkness and Light remain in balance “Questioning”As I take in the worldI find myself asking, “Why? ”Into a sea of questions I am hurledFighting for answers, like fighting for air; except, I do not dieI have been asking questions from my beginningSo much so, it feels like sinning


“Acceptance”I now accept things as they areNo more questions do I possessAnswers come from near and farMy mistakes I now confessI have become strongBy admitting I am wrong “Revelation”I embrace Light and HappinessFor they balance Darkness and SadnessI know questioning― will always lead to acceptance Glaedr the poet


Preserving A Friendship (Not Letting Emotions Get InThe Way) Depart from me not my dearest friendMy feelings for you are to the endMany boundries broken, much trust gainedhas created one of the best friendships ever obtainedGladness fills my heart when you are nearI express, I confess, and have nothing to fearMy mind becomes open, the dark veils liftMy poetry becomes real, my passion, my giftI owe it to you, many answers I could not findYour words have lit a torch to awaken my darkened mindSo much I wish to meet you, to talk face to faceFear not for our friendship, my heart remains in placeThere won't be a day when I will come on to youBecause to our friendship, I wish to remain trueI shall guide you as you shall guide meand friends forever, we shall always be Glaedr the poet


The Anger Trapped Within I do not express my angerI prefer to be at peaceI go away from present dangerand my problems begin to ceaseBut I grieve, for it cannot lastMy anger refuses to be ignoredPainful memories from the pastHave become a ruler and a lordThey rule over my mind with brute forceI cannot help but to cryOf actions they cause I have much remorseBecause of these crimes, I deserve to dieAnger trapped withinhas become my torture, my sorrow, my sin Glaedr the poet


The Cadence As the rain falls, I long for your presence, I cannot bare to be apartThe rain is a cadence, that balms my aching heart.As I ride in the arena, I think of your horse, friendship like a work of artThe hoof beats are a cadence, that balms my aching heartAs I look upon your face, my chest begins to hurt, I hear the drums startThe drums are a cadence, the sound of my aching heartAs I hear your sweet voice, little angel of mineIt illuminates my soul, a feeling so devineAs you softly say 'I love you' and how our souls will never partYour voice becomes the music, that cures my aching heart Glaedr the poet


The Dragon's Warning Our fires burn with a fearless rage!They burn at the humans in this cursed ageFrom friends to hunted the dragons soon becameWe are now called 'beast' and by no other nameWhat paranoia could have spawned their hate?Was it always to be, dragons doomed to fate?One thing is for certain, it is not our will!They will soon find dragons are not so easy to killEngulfed in our flames shall be the humans' rewardIf ever they should attempt to put dragons to the sword Glaedr the poet


The Horsewatcher See that man on top of the hillSee how quiet, see how stillSee how he watches keen of eyeSee how he blends into the skyHe waits, waits for the horses to comeHears hoofbeats, then looks where fromThere, in the distance, he spots the herdHe watches them gallop, without a wordWith awe and amazment upon his faceHe watches them pass with all their graceYet he does nothing but continue to sitGazing at the horses that wear neither bridle nor bitHe hears happy winnies, a horse's freedom songAnd to him, nothing about that sounds wrongHe fights for their freedom, for he is a horsewatcherHe continues to watch, never to be a spiritbreaker Glaedr the poet


The Random Practicing Of A High School Band As I listen to the noise around meI arrive at a lossNo order do I seeAll around is chaosI hear drums with booming roarand flutes with trilling graceOf this sound I want no moreConfusion and hurt cross my faceNo tune or rythem can I findMy thoughts I cannot hearIt has become torture to my mindand an enemy to my earVibrations run through my headThey strike to the coreSuddenly the sound ends: all is deadand I hear no more Glaedr the poet


The Warrior's Pain Of War War has caused me much painBy peace only will I abideThoughts of battle make me insaneMy sword lays forgotten by my sideThere stands my faithful steed!who stood by me to the endfor war, of him, I have no needHe is naught now but my friendA bag of gold within my handWhat was to be riches untoldplunder from that desolate landthe blood upon it's fields now coldMuch was done to earn this prizeyet at it, I cannot bare to lookI can still hear the bloody criesof the men whos lives I tookI killed all who stood in my wayI spared not a single one!After the end of that bloody frayI felt great sorrow for what I had doneI dump my gold into the river'I shall have no money for blood! 'The cold spray makes me shiveras the gold sinks into the mudI did not fight to protectfor my family had already been killedout of this came a horrible effecta desire for revenge that could not be filledWar has caused me so much pain!War has given me nothing but sadness!Nothing of war did I gainexcept empty and cursed madnessThis madness is a balm for my aching heartfor with it, I feel nothingof this world I do not wish to be a partfor there is naught in it but sufferingI grasp my sword one last timeI touch its cold steel bladeI should end my life because of my crime


A peaceful death in this shady gladeTo my heart the sword is broughtas I bring myself to my kneesSuddenly I have another thoughtI throw the sword among the trees'My consious I must free!I cannot atone of my sin if I am deadHow selfish only to think of me! 'These have been the wisest words I've ever said Glaedr the poet


To Me What Family Is Family to me has many meaningsFor all are full of diverse feelingsLove and anger, both within a single oneChildren who stay and children who runCan one family be better than another?It all depends on how they love each otherA family’s love should last foreverBonds of love nothing can severFor the family I have, I am happy and blessedAnd nothing more truthful have I ever confessedFamily has many meanings, but one rises aboveThe greatest meaning of family, is that of love Glaedr the poet


Waiting For The End (Patience Is Truly A Virtue) Patience is a virtue, especially when you wait for deathdo not rush to die! cling to every last breathYour life upon this earth is but your only oneTomorrow could very well be-your last rising sunLive life to the fullest! Always do your best!By doing so, your soul will truly find restDo not wish your death to come soon!Dark and empty is this desire-like the new moonDo not wish for death! This of you I cryFor only fate can decide-when it is time to die Glaedr the poet


Watching The Storm Lightning flashes, I hear the thunder's drumI stand transfixed by this hypnotic thrumDark clouds veil the sky, I feel great fearThe wind whips about me, 'will the sky ever again be clear? ''when it does, what will have been the cost?a mighty storm it is! how many lives will be lost? 'I ponder these things, my mind wonders freeJust as the rain begins to fall upon meI withdraw my gaze and with a gentle strideturn back to my house, and go inside Glaedr the poet


What Is This Feeling? Words cannot describe how I feelMy knees weaken, my heart beats fastThis feeling within me is so realHow much I hope it will lastI feel this everytime you are with meWhen I hold you in my arms with gentle embraceLooking into your eyes this is what I see;Your beauty within and upon your faceThough we have been seperated by miles apartWe share the same emotion-we have taken each other's heartand shown much devotionWhat is this feeling? by what name shall I call?This feeling no one can severThis feeling that shall never fallI shall name it love: to last forever Glaedr the poet


Winter Begins Darkness descends on this town I'm inSo full of purity, yet so full of sinWinger begins rearing her ugly faceSoon very soon I'll feel her bitter embraceCold damp rain, the sentry of her forceSoon ice shall fall with little to no remorseThe purity of snow still awaits to be seenWith sun shining upon it with brilliant sheenHow purity comes from such evil is uknownHow beauty from such ugliness can be shownI will take winter's good along with her badWelcome the approaching season and be gladThankful in heart, I accept what she will bringAnd wait, patiently wait, for the coming of spring Glaedr the poet


Wishing I Was A Dragon I wish I could be a dragonwinged beast of legend with piercing starethe power I would have I can only imagineBut for sure it is beyond compareI would spread my wings and flyBy day and by nightAll my enemies I would fryas I bare my fangs in delightOh to experience dragon fire or flightwould simply be devinebut only by doing what is rightcould I call those powers mine Glaedr the poet


Wishing I Was A Horse I wish I could be a horserunning through endless plainNo trails and no set courseFeeling naught but wind in my maneFrom the sunrise in the eastTo the sunset in the westI will run as a noble beastWhile heart pounding in my chestNo man or force will ever tame meNo saddle or bridle shall I wearAs a horse I will remain freeBecause as a man I feel despairSo I sit and dream about this freedomof running through the sun and the rainof being noble yet bound to no kingdomAs a horse with a spirit not slain Glaedr the poet


Wishing I Was A Songbird I wish I could be a songbirdbut not just to gracefully flyfor in the morning, emotions stirredI would sing my song to the skyA beautiful song it would beA song beyond compareIt is then I would leave my treeand take off into the airFlying amongst the sunwith freedom as my songwhen hearts of humans are wonas a songbird I cannot go wrong Glaedr the poet


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