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About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.

Anodyne

Near th’ gairdens o’ guid an’ evil, Near th’ open plains of myth an’ legend, By th’ shadowed glen o’ breath an’ sleep, Lay th’ footfalls o’ the mystic seek. Thare be wickedness in th’ wind, in th’ clouds below … Continue reading

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Th’ Keeper of the Scrolls

Th’ silent jaws o’ death Closed o’er his sleepin’ bones To ‘wait th’ test o’ thyme, Tae hear his name be called again By th’ keeper o’ th’ scrolls. He slipped intae th’ cauld black deep. No soun’ kin reach … Continue reading

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Th’ Day o’ th’ Deluge

Th’ sun unsheathed, sifts thro’ th’ clouds. Th’ prism mist unveils an alphabet o’ light as th’ cool sweet air prevails. Th’ trees begin tae spread thair wings. Th’ ships unfurl thair sails. Th’ drying eyes peeked anxiously An’ hawpt … Continue reading

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The Tempest

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Lo an’ weep, for despair has set upon our sails. Th’ deepest shades below th’ wine-red sea Are cast upon our brow. Th’ men of sorrows with their Weathered faces before th’ wind, Beneath…

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The Tempest

Lo an’ weep, for despair has set upon our sails. Th’ deepest shades below th’ wine-red sea Are cast upon our brow. Th’ men of sorrows with their Weathered faces before th’ wind, Beneath th’ clouds blackened by th’ Furies … Continue reading

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The Water’s Edge

Th’ tide hast cometh at last and spreads into th’ harbour. Now breech th’ tidal floor an’ Weigheth th’ anch’r stone, Yon caravel hast been ballast’d Maketh free below th’ wat’r line An’  free thee from its sand‘s Kiss th’ … Continue reading

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Th’ Great Brim Waters

Tis a lo’esome soun’ Th’ weary lugs fall asleep tae Tha’ howling whispering o’ win` Tha’ turns th’ minutes intae hours, Tha’ frothing of th’ silen’ wake, Underneath th’ field o’ stars, Frae sky tae sky, through sun an’ moonly … Continue reading

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This Day Will Have Its Feast

Whe’ all is meditations above th’ foamy, horizon tae horizon A month o’ days since th’ sight o’ lan’ befo’ th’ mast, an’ taken by th’ whispering wake, beneath th’ stellar glimmerings, o’ beneath th’ lunar orb, an’ below th’ … Continue reading

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The Master of Men

She’s afloat, her sails grasping       a’ handfuls o’ th’ win’ Her bow splits th’ distant waters like a cauld steely blade. Deep in th’ hold she is a groanin’, groanin’ fer th’ quiet urges of th’ inland waves. The … Continue reading

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May 9, 1502

Tis th’ moment, th’ sound o’ th’ anchor risin,’ Th’ smel o’ soil soon tae be but a mem’ry, Th’ winds a fillin’ th’ sheets, an’ th’ great meestery o’ darkness, Nae a star tae follow, Th’ sky indeed covers … Continue reading

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