Eric Paeplow


Eric Paeplow Poems

1. While Away Another Day 10/9/2012
2. Reflections 10/9/2012
3. Rabbit Hole 10/9/2012
4. Wild 10/9/2012
5. Seasons 10/9/2012
6. Knock On The Sky 10/9/2012
7. Water And Wine 10/9/2012
8. Olden Bones 10/9/2012
9. Unremarkable 10/9/2012
10. Destiny 10/9/2012
11. Chivalrous Deed 10/9/2012
12. Brothers 10/9/2012
13. Blindmen 10/9/2012
14. Eat The Rich! 10/9/2012
15. The Scramble 10/9/2012
16. Living In Moments 10/9/2012
17. Caste-Ing Call 10/9/2012
18. Eternity Is Nigh 10/9/2012
19. Footprints 10/9/2012
20. Drops 10/9/2012
21. One Of A Kind 10/9/2012
22. For Edgar 10/9/2012
23. Autumn 10/9/2012
24. The Abyss 10/9/2012
25. Sisters 10/9/2012
26. Let Sleeping Dogs Lie 10/9/2012
27. Misguided Maiden (Or, Damsel In Distress) 10/9/2012
28. Solitude 10/9/2012
29. Forevermore 10/9/2012
30. Boxcar Racer 10/9/2012
31. Sad Wings Of Destiny 10/9/2012
32. Boardwalk Of Dreams 12/7/2012
33. Dark And Distant Storms 12/7/2012
34. River Styx 10/9/2012
35. Gods Of War And Reason 10/9/2012
36. Winters Long Night 10/9/2012
37. Free As The Deep Blue Sky 12/7/2012
38. Nosferatu 12/12/2012
39. Sunrise Autumn Breeze 12/18/2012
40. My Time On The Moon 6/25/2014

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The Death Of Thomas Becket

Sitting here, upon my chair,
Pondering the things, that ponderers do
Should I raise this issue?
Should I approach the Politicians of State?

I came here, only to deliberate,
The complete and total, lack of debate
On the death of Lord Thomas Becket
Was it by intent, or merely by mistake?

The Archbishop of Canterbury?
A swords crushing blow?
What's that you said?
He's lost his head?

My, oh my, I guess that's how it goes
I guess it's true what they said
I wasn't the kick to the groin
But instead, that slash to the head ...

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One Of A Kind

My soul remains as always, quiet and alone
Thoughts of death, as gray as a tombstone
Separated by choice, never one of the crowd
My thoughts and secrets, silent in my solitude

Yet I suffer not loneliness, nor feel any pain
The spirits of the lost, my friends, my company
For those who walked before, forever unchained
Their will, their life force, forever with me

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