Poems

Dragsholm Castle, Denmark — The Ladyby Dawg Perched on mist-clad hilltop where the wind moans through the stone,Dragsholm’s ancient turrets brood above moss-slick stones.White Lady drifts the galleries, her veil a narrowing scream,eyes hollow wells of longing, draining centuries of dream.She lingers in the oriels, pale silk sweeping the floor,seeking James Hepburn’s shadow at each […]

Defiant Pulseby Dawg Beneath the collapse of expectation, where weight bruises bone,a heart thrums out a challenge–dark, relentless, unbowed.Despair rises, a black tide, but cannot swallow this stubborn drum;each beat answers the shadow’s command with raw defiance,in silence, that pulse is a war cry–unseen, unyielding. Shadows clutch and clutch again, eager for surrender,but resolve is

Deliberate Every single thing I do is deliberate and is planned,Every word and every action and the place that I stand,Has been considered in the cold and in the full,And deliberate is the word for every conscious pull. I am the deliberate man in the most complete expression,Not the reactive and not the impulsive and

Chernobyl Exclusion Zone, Ukraineby Dawg Where the border fence sags beneath the weight of silence,the wind moves slow through tangled weeds and scorched playgrounds,concrete towers crumble with the patience of centuries,Pripyat’s heart beats on in dust, in the shiver of wild grassthat claws at broken steps. No one laughs here–laughter leaked out with the iodine,replaced

Defiant Blazeby Dawg Amid the graveyard where night’s cold breath prevails,a warmth flickers–insurgent, taunting marble, taunting bone.Its laughter leaps the headstones, a misfit flame that never fails,tracing forbidden paths where the long-dead groan. Every ember is a scar, an echo, a promise disobeyed,kindled in the marrow, bold against the frost’s decree–a beacon where the silence

Chateau De Chateaubriant, France — Francoise De Foixby Dawg Within the stony heart of Chateaubriant, the night outlasts the day,beneath ancestral towers, sorrow’s shadow will not stray.In halls where treachery unfurled, a heart was left to bleed,whispers slither in candlelight, recounting love’s twisted creed. Francoise de Foix, her presence carved into every vaulted stone,the mistress-turned-martyr,

Chateau de Brissac, France — Charlotte’s Haunted Chateauby Dawg Deep within the tangled corridors of Chateau de Brissac,night unspools itself over centuries–silk fraying at the hem of legend.Charlotte de Breze’s name flickers in the marrow of the stones,her agony caught in mortar and archways,a whisper curdling beneath painted ceilings. Cold seeps from the ground and

Castle of Good Hope, South Africa — Black Dogby Dawg Beneath slate-gray clouds and battlements crowned with moss,the Castle of Good Hope broods, carved from stone and loss.Shadow flickers in torchlit corners, echoes in the halls,where history breathes slow, and every whisper calls. Footsteps ring hollow across the cobbled court,spectral soldiers pace, still bound to

Borley Rectory, England — The Nunby Dawg In the hollow bones of Borley Rectory, where dust drifts in shrouded layers,a silence heavy as frost blankets corridors that once echoed with prayers.The moon slants through fractured glass, painting phantoms on the crumbling stone,and somewhere between heartbeat and hush, a nun in faded linen wanders alone. Centuries

Cancer Spreads Heal My Soul x Matches in the Rain (Saint Jude) (Mashup) TickTockTickTock I’m afraid [Hey Jude… don’t make it sad…][patron of hopeless casesand of things despaired of… pray for me who am so needy…] The mirror doesn’t flinch when I peel back the dayIt shows what’s stayed too long under borrowed skinI’ve been