Poetry by Wolfe Montcalm

Life or Death?

Life or death?
You decide,
Whether to fight or whether to hide.
Longships slip silently through the fog.
The bell tolls,
The torches blaze.
Axes slash,
Swords swing,
Each victim knows the fate they bring.
The ringing stops,
The torches gutter.
The cheers from the raiders,
Your lives torn asunder.
The question remains.
Take heed while there's time.
Life or death?
You decide.
Better to run, better to hide.

Marshal Theme

Today is mine....
I prepare for battle.
Greaves, breastplate, bracers, helm
Atop my charger in the cold air of dawn
His breath billows in clouds
Mine is slow...deep.....focused
Hours from now, enemies slain, grass stained crimson
I will sit with my brothers
Drinking, bragging
We will retire to our chambers
Only there do I let myself think...
Will it be so next time...
I drift to sleep.

Happy New Year

Happy New Year I'm drunk,
Happy New Year I'm drunk,
I wouldn't type this sober,
Happy new year I'm drunk.
How dru-unk are you?
How dru-unk are you?
I'm acting like an idiot...
And I smell like home brew.

Ode to Slurpee

Slurpee, how I love you so
where you came from I don't know
Red and blue, even purple too
you sit in my cup and turn to goo
Now all who chance to happen by
and see a tear drop in my eye
it's MBR, her bucket filled
I'm left with nothing, not one drop chilled
drained and used up by a friend
the sad tale must now come to end
when in walks fish boy, hose in hand (get your minds out of the gutter)
to make more Slurpee, ain't life grand.

Two Haikus

Knight returns from war
with his shield or upon it
shield bearing the load

Attempt number 2:

Sun reflects off steel
armies clash, men lay in death
the land does not care