Leviticus 26:1

Ye shall make you no idols nor graven image, neither rear you up a standing image, neither shall ye set up any image of stone in your land, to bow down unto it: for I am the LORD your God. Psalms 115:4-8 – Their idols are silver and gold, the work of men’s hands

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I have moved

Thank you to all my subs for supporting Lex Maxim over the last two years. The blog was originally set up to post interesting information about Covid, but quickly diversified to include writings and poetry. With things now moving on in the world, I am focusing purely on creative writing and poetry, and would love […]

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Dylan Thomas delight

This post was inspired by Dylan Thomas 1914-1953 Do not go gentle into that good night is a famous poem written by the Welsh poet and writer Dylan Thomas. The poem itself is structured into six stanzas, each one containing lines that feature powerful and descriptive words that created a classic. I humbly submit that […]

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Queen B

A trip to the “mint” inspired this post. In a place called Ynysmaerdy in Pontyclun Llantrisant in South Wales, Great Britain, you will find Her Majesty the Queens Royal Mint and a whole lot of gold (honey). In the insect world of bees the Queen bee is the most important insect of the hexagon-shaped honeycomb […]

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Yours Truly musing pt 2

This poem was inspired by you (3rd draft) deceived!like a fooland damnedlike D’jinstuttering to Liliththe vampire Queenwanting me to tasteher vodka ice cream! I scream!for a Mickey Finn… or maybea mean Jim Beamcast on the rocksorthodox,like Spartanchild rejects! Try drinking onedimensional rumbeneath a bloodMoon-Sun whenwondering waysto save your soulfrom Cybele’sevil mind control.

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The walls have eyes

This short story was inspired by the unusual happenings that happened in the house where I lived as a little boy. The beginning… I don’t remember how old I was when I first saw the other world. The bad place that hides behind a thin veil. I remember feeling it there for a while. I […]

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Monsters on the storm

This literary adventure began as a simple “free-write” exercise that was inspired by childhood memories. The free-write is then transformed into a poem at the end for a bit of creative fun. LM The darkness of night had arrived! In the shadows of the room the little boy sat perched on the window ledge peering […]

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Yours truly musing

I don’t rememberthe real me. Restingbetween nothing and visible lightpushing n pullingwaiting …to be born again then — beyond the window – partly openacross the maternity suiteI don’t remember the common alfrescowhere amorous couples’ meetto share dreams and victualslazing beneath willow treeslistening to Fats Domino.Mardi Gras in New Orleans was it a fine nightto make […]

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