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Micah Krahn Poems
Seahawks 12 Football
Scandalous Temptress Ravishing Incredible
Twelve Black Birds on a Wire
Close to my house, on nearby splintered telephone poles, perch twelve black birds on a wire communicating amongst themselves about the ever-long sun setting wilderness awaiting behind them.
Time by Micah Krahn Motionless He stands, neither living nor dead, but a part of both worlds.
The Sound of Poetry
Come my child and let me show you a garden of melodies. For not far from where we are is a scared, hurt, wretchedly twisted and rusted instrument. She has no name and her destiny is not known yet to her.
Making A Sandwich
The most unlikeliest of poems, often come from the tastiest ideas.. When preparing food, i first wash my hands, the more soap the better. Appliances. Waffle maker or Toaster? Toaster. Tool of choice. Stainless Steel Knife. selecting my ingredients for my conjuration of eatery, is the next goal on my itinerary.
The Soul of Katana
A long beautiful silver angel who slices harder than a thousand screaming demons. Her grace has befallen all who prey upon her. Her blade fury unleashes the light as it severs through the darkness like a hushed whisper. Mortal and Immortal gods have fallen with their brothers of humanity.
A Mermaid's Song
An ancient myth tells of a once great city of Valantis, lain to ruins by the Evils of Aticus, and the eclipsing wrath of the great Poseidon, this ballad tells of the ferocious battle which ensued. Swallowed by his legendary monstrous irate wrath, He decimated his foes with a unstoppable devastating force, forever entombing their grotesque souls into the gargoyles within the Greek God's domain.
The Streets of Sweden
This poem is about my experiences in the streets of Sweden.Buildings in the capitol of Stockholm, cloud the city streets; like stacked up moving boxes.
His Death Set Me Free
Bound in chains, burdened from the slavery of sin, I sit alone in the darkness. The darkness haunts my soul. Eternal hell awaits my unknowing soul, trapped, no where to go. Every door I turn to is locked. A destiny of darkness awaits.
I Tore Off My Wings And gave them to you! Now you are the angel, and I am the “fallen one'. You fly throughout the heaven’s glorified galaxies.
Beyond Charlotte's Web
Beyond the slithering ascending shadows of the barn rafters, divulged an ideal refuge for the constellation of endless webbing which barraged between each beam.
Having Tea With The Devil
When the Devil comes knocking, be polite or he will rip your deathless life out of your mouth, damning your foul tongue to stone shattering all your teeth out of your head as they laugh at your torment on the cold dark sidewalk.
Angel or Devil
The angel in my soul is darker than the devil in my heart, spread thy wings and ravage my naked dark fragile ambiance.
Comments about Micah Krahn
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Blue and Green
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Die Hard Fans
Legend of Boom