Milo's Pottery

Poetic Prince of Prose

2008-02-23T22:47:00.000-08:00

Everyday we all sit around listening to your beautiful melodious voice,
as you as you boast of your glorious tales
from a jeweled studded thrown.
You look so scholarly dressed in Royal Red
with your ornately carved wooden staff of many heads.
Each carved head is symbolic of a forgotten poet...
who tried to dazzle him with a line of verse.
When will everyone realize...
that the Prince of Prose will not share...
the prized...winners purse?

Milo Von Strom

Creatures of the Imagination

2008-02-23T14:10:00.000-08:00

Another day,
Another dream.
I strive to understand these vivid unknow images
that dwell deep within my very soul...
images of cartoon characters...unlike...any I have ever know.
But what I like about them though...is that I am able to release them
onto paper with just a swift motion of my pen...almost like magic.
They appear often and are instantly engraved onto my mind's eye .
And as their numbers increase in my art collection
I wonder just how many more will cross over...
from the land of fantasy
in yet...another dream...another day?

Shadows We All Know

2008-02-23T13:58:00.000-08:00

There they go again...c r a w l i n g ...up,
d
o
w
n...and across my bedroom wall.
Scary...S t r e c h i n g ...forms
that seem to enjoy playing games with my mind,
as they dance to the flickering flame of candle light.
Yes...my teddy bear and I watch them from the safety
of my grandma's warm patchwork quilt.
Yet...I can hardly wait for my shadowy friends on the wall
to return...tomorrow night.

Milo Von Strom

Warm Dreams

2008-02-23T13:43:00.000-08:00

Sunlight shines
on everyone that enjoys and knows
the beauty of the delicate little flowers that grow...wild and free.

Sunlight shines
on anyone who listens to the melodies
of the colorful birds... cheerful songs.

Sunlight shines
upon those of us with kind and forgiving...hearts.

And...it will shine on you...also,
if you look at this world with the purity and wonder...
that dwells in the eyes of every child.

Milo Von Strom

Patriot

2008-02-20T20:05:00.000-08:00

I am one of your many..chivalrous children,
who believed in liberty and faught hard to preserve
our American ideals in a land far away.
Now...I rise up once again like a flaming Phoenix,
from the ashes of yesteryear...to remind everyone;
that I still have a direction and a purpose in this life.
For...I dare to give a voice to all that can not speak,
of the cost...of the bloodly cross...that we carrried...
so that our country...would remain free.
America...never forget our founding father or me.

Milo Von Strom

Hearts In Love

2008-02-20T19:53:00.000-08:00

Behind closed doors
we met in secret to touch and enjoy
each others pleasures, away from the prying eyes of people
who would not understand our aching hearts.
Precious stolen moments, that went on day after day.
Now...as I look back...it seems like yesterday,
when we fell in love... behind closed doors.

Milo Von Strom

Soft-Step

2008-02-20T19:22:00.000-08:00

Sing your songs of happiness...upon the nights wind.
Sing your songs about the earth, water and the sky.
Sing to Grey-Wolf...the universal Father the pent up songs of life.
Songs that were passed onto...all of you
through the blood of your ancesters.
But beware of the lobo...Rufus...for he has lied
to all your brothers and sisters,
about the gift of song.
It is for this reason...alone...
that the doors to your hearts and souls have been locked.
Soft-Step...pry apart the sleep infested flaps of time
and awaken your kind from a millennium of silence.
For it is written in the...Book Of Time...that you will share,
the wisdom gained...from your gifted vision.
Soft-Step...let your meaningful messages echo,
thoughout the forest of eternity...sing.

Milo Von Strom

Leader Of The Lambs

2008-02-20T13:18:00.000-08:00

You called them and they came
to hear your words of wisdom.
You spoke to them with the tongue of a prophet
as you led your flock astray
creating visions of a life everlasting
a hopeful dream to those
who had no direction.
But...something went dreadfully wrong
with your ingenious plan and
the government came knocking on your door.
Then you broke God's law,
when you took another man's life
something that the son of God would never do.
Your words of deceit were unveiled
for what they really were
and you bite the dust in disgrace.
A Nation has been saddened,
because you led your innocent lambs
to their slaughter...still...proclaiming to be...
The Leader Of The Lambs.

Milo Von Strom

Rainbow

2008-02-19T21:19:00.000-08:00

Running like a mad dog
through the pouring rain,
searching for an elusive rainbow
somehow...just does not seem the same.
It could be just age
as my visions not as clear
as it used to be,
but if there is a chance...
of yet another promising rainbow, it is the one that I want to see.
Look...the sky is clearing and
the dark clouds have all...blown away.
I guess the good old days are here again
to stay.

Milo Von Strom

Dreamers

2008-02-19T21:03:00.000-08:00

Can you imagine...a sea full of Dreamers
who never want to wake up,
as they sleep in their own self-contained
wounderful world?
They never seem to care...
about what tomorrow will bring,
for this is a Hedonistic world
with no other desire...except
another adventurous dream.
Idea's...float freely amongest everyone,
as ...if all minds were one.
Can you imagine ...a Sea full of Dreamers,
whose only purpose in life is...
TO DREAM ?

Poetic Thought

2008-02-13T18:13:00.000-08:00

Each and every piece of paper...wants
a simple poetic thought
not ...yet recorded
A compositional task
meant for only a few...Masters of verse.
Poets day dream...of Majestic Mountains
blanketed with a million words,
that they can scale ...at anytime
in their eternal quest
for the famed Poetic prize at the top.
A piece of blank paper ...a poet's dream
and a Majestic Mountain...of a million words
are the main ingredients
for this small, yet...Monumental poem.

Milo Von Strom

Wishing Well

2008-02-13T18:04:00.000-08:00

Make a wish sweet lady
and cast your silver coins into this well .
Do not worry precious one,
your secrets I will not tell.
For these ancient walls hold many memories
of lovers like you,
who...for a moment in time...shared...
a priceless dream .

Milo Von Strom

I Know That

2008-02-13T16:58:00.000-08:00

Keeping my head above water...is like a daily ritual
without an end in sight.
I feel...that I resemble a spider clinging to life
on an invisable thread;
For...I am surviving through the strength of my design
and the pattern of my intricate web.
Confusion...sometimes is only an illusion to the race
I constantly run.
There seems to be so many different directions,
that...I could follow in this man made maze;
So...I keep surging straight ahead...trusting totally in
that authoritative voice...from within...without asking.

Milo Von Strom

Legacy

2008-02-13T16:42:00.000-08:00

Thousands of ancient faced children clad
in salvaged rags stand, sit and lie,
by the side of a hot, dusty roadside.
They stare at us with dreamless eyes
as we parade like mighty warriors
through their battered village.
And...as we pass...they extend
their boney, bronzed hands
wanting more than the meager morsels
thrown to them.
War leaves...innocent children crying
without fathers,
weeping women...without lovers
and millions of poor, puzzled people
without a country.

Milo Von Strom

Transition

2008-02-12T21:54:00.000-08:00

Bubbling up from deep within my mind
old memories surface once again
carring me back to my childhood days,
when life was simpler in many way.
Catching crayfish on a hot summer day
under an old broken down bridge.
Watching a doe and her fawn feeding
on a tree studded ridge.
Chickens, ducks and barking dogs,
a sturdy house made out of cement and logs.
We giggled at the fireflys clinging
to the side of an old fruit jar
as we made secret wishes on every falling star.
Faded blue jeans and a golden t-shirt tan,
all these things...are a part
of an age-old metamorphosis...from boyhood
into modern man.

Milo Von Strom

I Am

2008-02-12T12:41:00.000-08:00

Walk with me each day as I am meant to be;
A man who seeks to create,
A man who dares to dream.
For castles and crowns only bejewel a King.
Unforunately, I am not a rich man...if money is my sole worth,
But...I AM...a King unto myself in knowing...who I AM.

Milo Von Strom

Ignorance

2008-02-12T12:24:00.000-08:00

Ignorance follows a fool like a tail follows a donkey...by Milo Von Strom