Hey, I'm Duke, and I like to write. I'd be posting artwork, but I can't draw. You take what you get. Anyway! I write poems (as of Tuesday, I do), essays, and all sorts of other things. I'd like to share some of my "art" with you guys. Don't be afraid to be critical, it's much appreciated. Thanks!
This one's a fictional one about an ordinary guy. It's rather...tongue in cheek.
Dan
What a hero this Dan was,
Nothing in the world made him pause,
He was a man who obeyed all laws.
A man simply with no flaws,
A pure and simple man, at heart,
Not too dumb and not too smart,
With a feigned appreciation for abstract art,
A constant man in every part.
They would have called his life dull,
With no sharp ideas in his skull.
They might have said his life was a lull,
But then, to him, his life was full.
A hero of the normal man,
Boring is what they called Dan,
They laughed at his minivan,
He was without a clue, without a plan.
The tragedy of this simple soul
Was not in his being or his whole,
But to this earth he was like a mole,
Without any features to extol.
This one's not fictional.
Coming Home
I'll be home within a day,
Back to where I came,
In my house beside the bay;
My life at home is far more tame,
Than the life I lead when I am gone,
A better, more basic life,
With all my worries withdrawn,
In my pleasant house, without strife.
The time of a day is far too long,
I cannot bear the wait,
When will I be where I belong?
The pass of time I truly hate.
Just a single day more,
Until I see my homely nest,
Perhaps an hour, I shall see my door,
Maybe minutes, I shall be at rest.
It's got some versing issues, but...
They're probably mostly junk, but I thought I might put them out there.
Duke
This one's a fictional one about an ordinary guy. It's rather...tongue in cheek.
Dan
What a hero this Dan was,
Nothing in the world made him pause,
He was a man who obeyed all laws.
A man simply with no flaws,
A pure and simple man, at heart,
Not too dumb and not too smart,
With a feigned appreciation for abstract art,
A constant man in every part.
They would have called his life dull,
With no sharp ideas in his skull.
They might have said his life was a lull,
But then, to him, his life was full.
A hero of the normal man,
Boring is what they called Dan,
They laughed at his minivan,
He was without a clue, without a plan.
The tragedy of this simple soul
Was not in his being or his whole,
But to this earth he was like a mole,
Without any features to extol.
This one's not fictional.
Coming Home
I'll be home within a day,
Back to where I came,
In my house beside the bay;
My life at home is far more tame,
Than the life I lead when I am gone,
A better, more basic life,
With all my worries withdrawn,
In my pleasant house, without strife.
The time of a day is far too long,
I cannot bear the wait,
When will I be where I belong?
The pass of time I truly hate.
Just a single day more,
Until I see my homely nest,
Perhaps an hour, I shall see my door,
Maybe minutes, I shall be at rest.
It's got some versing issues, but...
They're probably mostly junk, but I thought I might put them out there.
Duke