Talem G. W.

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Talem G. W. Biography

Born in the grand state of Michigan, in the United States of America, I have lived quite an eventful life in only 17 years. While I've never held on to too much money, I've lived a simple but comfortable life, surrounded by good friends, and a great imagination. Only a few years ago [from April,2015], I had begun writing down my imagination in the form of poetry and song lyrics; even in a book! One of the memories I have written about was when I was a younger lad, and my grandfather took me out on the great Lake Michigan. I have never been out on open waters since, but I have always reveled in the idea, and cherished the feeling of freedom I felt that day. I even wrote about these feelings in two of my works: " The Second Sky" , and " The Sea" . Now, I have continued to place my creativity down on the paper. With the inspiration of greats poets like Arik Fletcher and Jack Prelutsky, and the continued support of my family, friends, and my young lady love, I hope to bring about various, beautiful emotions through my music, art, novels, and especially: my poetry.)

The Best Poem Of Talem G. W.

Raven Song

I woke one night, around midnight,
To voices calling faintly;
The moon was full, and shinning bright,
So onward I walked bravely.

I grabbed my coat, so dark and old,
And touched the door's gold handle;
When again the voices, sharp and bold,
Told me to light a candle.

I stepped outside, my fire lit,
And looked up to the sky;
The midnight-air felt enchanted,
And now I was not shy.

I took a walk, through the forest so dense,
Trudging my way through the dark;
When a clearing I found, past the old border fence,
And two dead trees without bark.

Then loud and clear, the calls I heard,
For I had found their source;
On each dead tree stood one black bird;
Two Ravens they were, of course!

The Ravens screamed, into the night,
Their voices filled with dread;
Most men by now, would flee with fright,
Death's image within their heads.

But as for me, I did not run,
For Death I did not hear;
The tune I heard, burned like a sun,
And chased away my fear.

The Raven's Song, was like no other,
It called out to my soul;
And as I left, the tune grew softer,
Beneath the pale moon full.

Back in my bed, I lied and listened,
The calls were soft like spring rain;
And soon I dreamt, of worlds that glistened,
Where the Raven's Song rang again.

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