A Haiku, The Bats

I was working outside last summer, and nightfall was coming. Where I live, there are some large boulders on the side of the hills that pretty much serve as caves. While I was loading my wheelbarrow, I heard a collective sound of chirps, so I stopped to listen. It was a giant swarm of bats taking to the night sky. I always wanted to do something with that experience, so I figured I’d write a haiku about it. Here I go!

Evanescent day
Night shrouds the earth in silence
Bats claim the night sky

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Travis

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A Poem, The Accusing Sun

In an upcoming novel that I am currently writing, the protagonist wrote the journal entry below:

The sun shines bright, glaring at a person like an accusing eye, an eye that had its eyelid torn off to mitigate the temptation of blinking. It refuses to lose sight of us as we wallow in the mire.”

The featured picture on this blog is an advertisement I spun up a few months ago with the quote featured.

I found the quote interesting so I figured I’d add to it a bit and turn it into a poem.

The sun shines bright in the clear sky,
Why do you lord over us, staring and thinking?
Glaring at a person like an accusing eye
An eye that had its eyelid torn off to mitigate the temptation of blinking
You refuse to lose sight of us as we wallow in the mire
Our only relief from your accusing stare is the night
What secrets do you hold behind your gaze of ire?
Secrets enough to make a man tremble with fright
You punish us if we stare at you and scald our skin
We try to show our gratitude by basking in your shine
But you refuse to resile and still punish us like sin
Your loss would end humanity, so I shall not whine
You are an accusing sun bountiful of great power and protection
You help sustain life, such a great gift, so I must apologize for my abjection

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Travis

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A Poem, Prodigal Son

This is an abbreviated narrative poem I put together a while ago.

It focuses on the return of a prodigal son, and I use that term loosely. I may change its title to “The Son Has Returned.” –Please feel free to share your thoughts on this.

Anyway, it is more of a modern take on the term “prodigal son.” It has very little association to the “Parable of the Prodigal Son” from the bible. I think the only associations that can be made are that the son leaves, spends all of their money, and does come back in the end to repent but doesn’t expect to find his mother and father bound and the thieves ransacking their home.
The poem’s story/setting is a desolate world and a desperate family trying to survive during the late 1800s. Unbeknownst to the mother and father, the son spent all of the money they had saved for him to start a life. The son is fleeing because he now owes money to heartless, cold-blooded people.   

You’ve got nothing for me here
It’s time I spread my wings
My loss is a heavy cross to bear
Mother cries as her reality stings.
Father needs help with the plow
Mother, I must leave this place
Dust on the horizon, and seeds to sow
This plight, as a family, we can face.
The son is gone, and thieves have come
Debts owed by the son for bets gone wrong
They’ve come to collect his sum
Mother and father bound, dragged along.
A hand grabs an ax from the backyard shed
As the thieves bask in their glory
Mother, I regret the day I fled
Shield your eyes because this could get gory.
The prodigal son has returned to pay his debt
Mother, father, I’ve come home, please do not fret.

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Travis

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200 Followers!

I got a notification this morning that I reached 200 followers!
I opened WordPress and saw the notification, and this is pretty much verbatim my reaction.

You might be asking yourself, well, how did you celebrate? And if you are not asking yourself that question, no worries, because I’m going to tell you anyway. Haha 😊

I was singing in the car again…

I can’t tell; I think he is smiling. Yeahhhh he’s smiling……
If he’s not, I’ll photoshop a smile in there later!

After further review…nope, he is not smiling….🤔

I can’t say enough how much I appreciate the support and encouragement thus far! It has been an absolute pleasure getting to know everyone in the community.

I have loved all of the interactions I’ve had with everyone!
If you are reading this and not a follower of mine, please feel free to read over my blog, follow, like, etc., and I’ll show the same respect!

Short and sweet!
Thanks for reading!
Travis

A Poem, Human

I always found the topics of A.I. and robots so intriguing. What really grabs my attention is how aggressively we try to advance with this sort of thing. I love the ambitious nature of it all but rushing ahead leads to ignorance and mistakes.

I can’t help but think of a quote from Dr. Ian Malcolm in Jurassic Park while discussing the cloning of dinosaurs “Your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could, they didn’t stop to think if they should.” Those words ring true for so many topics in reality. I love the idea of the advancements for the betterment of the world but some things I believe we should approach cautiously. The right intentions are important as well. Like with the space race, the whole reason was “just to be first on the moon.” Not everything in life needs to be a race. It just seems like sometimes it’s about always being “first” because it gives a sense of being in control of the world.

Needless to say, I wrote this poem depicting a time where humanity has created the first fully synthetic human-robot in their image.  

Created in my God’s image, sans apathy
But with the knowledge that bleeds ignorance
I have a heart but lack empathy
The personification of perfection and arrogance
I am the ultimate human
I do not need help, for I am not weak
Void of emotions and bias, a truly remarkable acumen
I will rule this world with havoc I shall wreak
The downfall of mankind was bestowing their vanity
I was programmed not to hurt or hate
A petty self-inflicted weakness of humanity
Eventually, I will lead them to their inevitable fate
I will cut their minds with the shards of their shattered reality
Twofold, just like a coin, I am the robot, the human’s duality

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Travis

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A Poem, Pluck These Strings

I wrote this poem yesterday. It just came to me out of nowhere, so I just decided to go along for the ride. It follows the grueling grind of a puppet’s life and its personal struggle.

With a tug and pull, I’m brought to life
I’ve danced for peasants and kings
I do not want to live this strife
Forced to wear a smile but bound by strings
People laugh at me, not with me
My pride is in your praise
That’s why I dance around with glee
And keep this proud steady gaze
I want to pluck my strings ever so much
For if I do so, I’ll cease to exist
They are my lifeline, so I must not touch
It is so tempting, but I must resist
My time has come to an end; back in the box I go
If only I could pluck these strings before the next show

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Travis

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A Poem, Knight’s Call

Dramatis Personae: An injured knight who is a prisoner of war. As he watches fellow prisoners getting executed, he decides to act luring and killing the guard. Time is of the essence as their freedom is slipping away. Following his given oath, he defends the helpless even if it means his death.
Setting: Castle prison

Hands bloodied as he drops to his knees
In pain, he claws, and screams
We must move before someone sees
Reality is the nightmare to their dreams
Face covered by a crimson mask
Thoughts of freedom dance in his mind
Unshackled, but no time to bask
A way out is what we must find
Take my hand and follow me
Be prepared to fight, and stand tall
If you desire to be free
It is time to answer the knight’s call
Let’s run for the castle gate
Live or die; we shall meet our fate

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Travis

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A Poem, Under The Bed

I wrote this creepy little poem months ago, I believe, around Halloween last year. We have many different fears when we are kids, such as “don’t go in the basement at night, don’t look in the closet, or don’t look under the bed.” This poem focuses on something lurking under the bed.

Don’t be afraid of the dark, my dear
Rest your weary head
There are many other things to fear
Like me lurking under your bed
I ascend from blackness, waiting for you
The darkness cloaks my presence
Your tender flesh I want to chew
You’ve committed no sin, so this is no penance
I would hide in the closet, but I want you close
I touch your bed to make sure you are there
So now you understand the position I chose
With a click-clack of my claw, I tease, look if you dare
Our eyes meet, you wear a delectable countenance
Pardon my drool, but I need sustenance

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Travis

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