warrior

Happy Veteran’s day

Posted on November 11, 2022 by Penny Wilson Writes

This man was a mere mortal of flesh and blood. He had the inner light of a warrior and he carried this with honor and pride.

I knew he was a man, with weaknesses that men have. But I saw what was inside. He was a Nobleman of Old. He saw the demons , the evil and the beasts that few of us see. He would give his life to slay them. He would give his life for me.

He thought his life was better served on the battlefield.

He relied on his instincts and his brethren in the heat of battle.

As he turned his shining eyes away, I knew he couldn’t stay. He had paused on his quest just long enough to give me a glimpse of himself. There were battles to be fought and dragons to slay.

Remember, that the safety and freedoms that we experience is because of mere men. Veterans.

Happy Veteran’s Day.

Poetry, Prose

Unseen

Posted on August 11, 2018August 11, 2018 by Penny Wilson Writes

This is a piece from 2016. It refers to the Unseen demons we all battle. When I came across this picture, which I thought was amazing, I thought she would be a perfect representation of that warrior. Enjoy. ❤

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U – Unseen

Head up, shoulders back.

The water is a bitter drink, the air, like daggers tear at her heart.

She pushes back; those unseen dragons weigh heavily.

She has the resolve of the Ancients. Her battle will forge the way.

Her daughter and her daughter after that will also chase the darkness.

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Poetry, Stories

Wounded… — My Sword and Shield….

Posted on May 17, 2018May 17, 2018 by Penny Wilson Writes

Please read this exceptional piece written by my new friend over at My Sword My Shield. His blog is a delight! Be sure to visit!

I see you, Warrioress, even though the broken pieces of my heart won’t let me look into your blue eyes again I promise you I see you You, who are a slayer of dragons You, who has seen the sky fall You, who has spoken with the things that only whisper to me in the […]

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Prose

Posted on February 6, 2018February 6, 2018 by Penny Wilson Writes

She does not fear the battle. Her battle started long ago. She knows her worth and will not cower. She will not compromise for their whims.

She sees tomorrow for her daughter and her sister. If she must go alone, it is for tomorrow’s legacy.

Finally, she will stand tall in the face of those that wish to cast her to the shadows; those that do not want her truth to be heard.

Tomorrow brings hope; hope for a time when she can lay down her sword and her sisters will go free.

Poetry, Uncategorized

Skirmish of Sins

Posted on January 22, 2018 by Penny Wilson Writes

Stripped clean.

Yesterday still ringing

In my ears.

Bruised,

But not beaten.

Never beaten.

Sinner or saint.

Who should judge.

Slain,

Yesterdays wrongs.

Tomorrow yields yet

Another skirmish of sins.

Poetry, Uncategorized

Rusty Knight

Posted on July 6, 2017July 6, 2017 by Penny Wilson Writes

The very kind Harry, of Poet’s Corner has allowed me to be an author on his amazing site. I hope you enjoy this post and please, have a look at Poet’s Corner and it’s many talented Authors!

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It had been so cold and alone, those days in the dark.

There was a sadness on her soul and also in her heart.

She looked to the stars, the moon and the sun.

Warmth had turned it’s back, she thought she was done.

A Knight appeared before her and reached out to take her hand.

He was unlike any other in this unforgiving land.

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Stars and Stripes

Posted on July 4, 2017July 4, 2017 by Penny Wilson Writes

On the Birthday of this great nation, let’s not forget those that gave us the freedom to wave that beautiful flag.

As you hold your loved ones close watching the fireworks tonight, please remember the American Veteran.

These brave men and women have given up the joy of watching fireworks, or having a picnic, or seeing their children run through the sprinkler on a hot July day.

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