Deasun T. Smyth

Joined May 2022

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Eighteen years ago… I was born into the wind-swept lands of the prairies – where I regularly fly on dragons and battle goblin kings.

I'm a First Nation's wannabe writer, trying to survive college...

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The Unseen Morning
Like a burning lantern rising Dusty light envelopes me Dawn ignites a fiery sound More pleasant than crystal bells.
By Deasun T. Smyth2 years ago in Poets
Saskatchewan
(Pronunciation: suh · ska · chuh · waan (pronunciations differs between different people)). Unfurling across the sweeping prairies, the most glorious land known to man rises like the sunset. Like a season that perfects a dish, Saskatchewan is the bread-basket of Canada. An agricultural powerhouse, if one were to visit this place, they’ll find glorious sunrises and sunsets, and some of the darkest panoramic skies in Canada.
By Deasun T. Smyth2 years ago in History
The White Crow . Top Story - November 2023.
Once there was a kingdom long ago Where there was living a pure-white crow His voice was like honey He sang to make money
By Deasun T. Smyth2 years ago in Poets
The Wormy
There once was a wormy who’s talk Was inducing others to mock Hiding his pain Waiting for rain To boogie down on the sidewalk.
By Deasun T. Smyth2 years ago in Poets
Awkward Senryu
They waved at me, and — I waved back, till they pointed At someone behind
By Deasun T. Smyth2 years ago in Poets
Painting a Picture
Painting a picture Azure grass, and jade skies Brush-stroked on purpose?
By Deasun T. Smyth2 years ago in Poets
The Collections Poems (2)
(Kingdoms of Old) /Orthonian Classic/ Swords shall chip, knights shall fall And walls will break back into stones.
By Deasun T. Smyth2 years ago in Poets
Something Scary. Content Warning.
Where the embers rise to the sky Something is running, sniffing nearby. Hairy arms, and toothy fangs Trying to satisfy its hunger pangs...
By Deasun T. Smyth2 years ago in Poets
Stolen Lives . Content Warning.
They thought they were clever, hiding secrets in mistranslations. For they can claim they didn’t know, now we face the consequents. Now we face them.
By Deasun T. Smyth3 years ago in History
Heart of Black
The raven with his heart of black Vying to steal a tasty snack. He arched above in tandem flight Looking to land, left or right.
By Deasun T. Smyth3 years ago in Poets
Winter Kingdom
A mirror image on silver ice Reflects the cloud-white moon. Night’s cold crisp air, breath is visible Hangs eerily dim, like a phantom.
By Deasun T. Smyth3 years ago in Poets
Am I Greater Than Thee?
Measure me world! What’s my greatest extent? Don’t hold back, for I shall not resent. For am I greater than thee? Surely you cannot tell me the oak is greater than I.
By Deasun T. Smyth3 years ago in Poets

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The Unseen Morning

Saskatchewan

The White Crow . Top Story - November 2023.

The Wormy

Awkward Senryu

Painting a Picture

The Collections Poems (2)

Something Scary. Content Warning.

Stolen Lives . Content Warning.

Heart of Black

Winter Kingdom

Am I Greater Than Thee?

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