Thursday, November 30, 2023

Savior

 Savior 


In a cabin nestled midst snow-cloaked peaks,

Where winter's embrace paints the world in white,

I found solace in solitude, so to speak,

As cold winds whispered through the quiet night.


The fire's warm glow battled icy chills,

As heavy snow fell, blanketing all around,

'Twas then a scratching echoed through the hills,

A sound that in silence, so sharply resound.


A wounded soul sought refuge at my door,

A wolf, lost and hurt, in need of aid,

Compassion surged, heartstrings it tore,

Welcomed in, the foundation was laid.


With care and love, his wounds slowly healed,

A bond formed deep, amidst the winter's freeze,

In the solitude, our friendship revealed,

A tale etched in the forest's ancient trees.


Yet when the roads cleared, an intruder drew near,

A burglar's intent to steal, with firearm 

But loyalty true, in the wolf's fierce leer,

A defender arose, shielding from harm 


Fangs bared, a guardian stood by my side,

Snow and cold couldn't quell his resolve,

The burglar, met with a protector's stride,

Found refuge in fear from a wolf's resolve.


In winter's realm, where cold winds blow,

A tale was woven in the snow's deep crust,

Of friendship forged in the season's glow,

And courage shown in loyalty and trust.


He paid his precious life to protect mine

He became my Guardian; Heaven’s sign 


Maxwell O’Reilly

Untamed Spirit

 Untamed Spirit 


Upon the untamed mountain's crest I dwell,

Where freedom's echoes cast their potent spell.

My spirit dances with the winds that blow,

Untamed, unchained, in nature's rhythmic flow.


Above the seas' depths and the mountains' height,

I roam beneath the vast and endless light.

My primal call, a wild and fierce scream,

Echoes through valleys, like a vibrant dream.


In every untamed swoop, tales unfold,

Of instinct, survival, of the brave and bold.

No cages confine, no chains to restrain,

My untamed spirit, sovereign, shall remain.


Maxwell O’Reilly

Wednesday, November 29, 2023

Aphrodite

 Aphrodite 

(My first officer)


In the cockpit where mortals take to air,

Aphrodite by my side, a goddess fair.

Eros' blind arrow strikes with force 

Emotions surge, a mystic, unexpected course 


But in the cockpit's sacred, hallowed space,

Her beauty and her grace maintain their pace.

With arrows' touch, emotions start to rise,

Yet Aphrodite's wisdom never complies.


My first officer, so wise, a gentle stream,

Navigates through my raging passion’s gleam.

Embracing love's fervent and wild call,

While steering clear of chaos' looming thrall 


As pilot and goddess bound and twined,

Amidst the storm, a bond well-defined.

Eros' whims, though tempting, he may try,

Aphrodite's poise and skillful rules defy.


She takes a professional and steadfast stand,

Breaking my heart with her clear command.

"Captain, watch out, we are losing speed

A stall will crash this metal steed


Disaster looms, flames threaten our name,

She urges, "Pitch nose down, reduce the bank!

Give more power," though my heart sank 


Recovering swiftly from near disaster 

My heart still beating faster and faster 


I ascend to clouds beyond Eros' range,

Gazing at my first officer, that was strange.

Though my weaknesses were briefly exposed,

Her calm, composed demeanor juxtaposed.


"Great job, Captain," she calmly replied 

"Enough of Blue Angels' games," she implied

Ashamed, I ponder my heart and brain's flight,

The sky, my true domain, holds honor bright.


Journeying onwards to our destination with pride 

Captain and first officer, side by side 


Maxwell O'Reilly

Eros

 Eros’ Arrow 


In skies where gods and mortals meet,

Eros' arrow, an unforeseen feat,

Strikes my plane in flight so true,

A tale of myth now lived anew 


Passion surged, emotions high,

A pilot's heart, an endless sky.

My engines surged, danger in the air 

Fate's design, a daring affair 


But skill and training, steadfast guide,

Amidst the storm, they stand beside.

Quick decisions, instincts keen,

In chaos, clarity's unseen sheen.


Though myth and reality entwine,

My expertise, a beacon's shine.

A chance for safety, swift to see,

From crash to calm, possibility.


So let the saga find its end,

With strength and skill, I will transcend.

In skies where gods and mortals blend,

My wings of safety, I will defend.


Maxwell O’Reilly

Silver Eagle

 Silver Eagle 

Part 2 


The Silver Eagle, soared bold and free,

Above the clouds, in dreams of fantasy 


The boy once dreamed, longing to fly 

Hover with the wind, embrace the sky 


In words penned young, ‘ere the sudden fall

Imagining future, the air force call


High amidst the heavens, a burning throne

Destiney awaited to claim my own.


The winds of fate, they shifted, unforeseen,

A heart's abrupt arrest, at death scene 


No thundering Eagle’s scream 

Nightmare clad as a beautiful dream 


Of silence, where a heart lost his beat 

Reviving it was not an easy feat 


Grounded, yet soaring in a different light,

The Eagle's wings clipped, a divergent flight.


Fate intervened, it dealt an unexpected hand 

A destiny altered, to chaos shifting sands 


Dreams were crushed and my soul shattered

With the gust of the scorching wind scattered


The flaming orb shines no more

A deathly throne, that I abhor 


I flew to the Sun and burnt my wing

I’m no longer a pilot, no longer King 


No more let life divide, but intertwine,

What Death and life together shall define.


The Eagle's cry within, though altered course,

Still echoes dreams, resounding with its force.


Maxwell O’Reilly

Prophecy

 Prophecy 


Apollo the Oracle, granted me a gift 

To see the future, trapped in a rift

Swirling with the storm, the wind 

In every poem, every story I ever penned 


Prophecy came true, in uncanny ways 

As if I caused the events to unfold, I may

Have drawn future’s intertwined with myth 

Eventually came true, a curse or a bliss?


In a tale I penned, a pilot's fate was spun,

A crash led to silence, my story begun.

Years passed, life's course took an unexpected turn,

A heart's sudden pause, a mute feeling to discern.


Was it Apollo’s design, a prophecy made true?

Or life's intricate weave, not foreseen in view?

Through verse and rhyme, emotions find their flight,

In poetry's realm, where shadows alight 


A story once penned, now echoes in life's art,

Not self-fulfilled, but a journey, a poetic heart.

Silent in some ways, yet words paint the hue,

Expressing depths unseen, in lines fresh and true.

My life’s odyssey, expressed in poetic chart 

Myth and Fate entwined in my silent heart 


Maxwell O’Reilly

Nightmare Flight

 Nightmare's Flight


In dreams that mimic skies aglow,

A pilot's dread begins to grow.

Ascending high, the flames ignite,

Passengers' screams pierce the night.


The fire dances, consuming air,

Cabin’s inferno, passengers’ despair.

Doors sealed shut, like a shroud 

Their cries in flames, echo aloud 


No safe path to the distant shore,

Nor over homes, an anguish roar.

A plunge into the ocean's deep,

A choice so stark, it makes hearts weep.


A burden that takes a heavy toll

Decision made in flames’ control 

The ocean below is my final goal 

A tragic end to my aerial role 


Awakening then, drenched in fear,

Sweat mimicking the ocean's tear.

Not salt, but dread that leaves its trace,

A nightmare's flight, an eerie chase.


Maxwell O’Reilly