Uploaded September 2022 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago
An Autumn Poem
I miss some who are gone.
I miss some who are here.
Can't blame any of them.
Maybe a happy memory lasts
longer than happiness.
___________________
Writing Prompt:
How did someone help you get out of a negative mindset?
OR,
How did you help someone get out of their negative mindset?
In either case, do you feel the process is still ongoing?
Share the story/your thoughts in the comments.
The idea with people who are both nice and skilled: beating them isn't really the point -- it's just a joy to come across opponents like that any time. To the two featured opponents in this video, AltairCj23 and OP Plum: Thank you so much or the wonderful matches.
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An Autumn Poem
I miss some who are gone.
I miss some who are here.
Can't blame any of them.
Maybe a happy memory lasts
longer than happiness.
___________________
Writing Prompt:
How did someone help you get out of a negative mindset?
OR,
How did you help someone get out of their negative mindset?
In either case, do you feel the process is still ongoing?
Share the story/your thoughts in the comments.
The idea with people who are both nice and skilled: beating them isn't really the point -- it's just a joy to come across opponents like that any time. To the two featured opponents in this video, AltairCj23 and OP Plum: Thank you so much or the wonderful matches.
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If you're new here, this channel is largely inspired by the people who write in the comments. Check the end of the video for the writing prompt or do your own thing. Please leave a like for the video, and If you see someone's creative or thoughtful writing in the comments, PLEASE give their comment a thumbs up as well.
If YOU write something for the prompt I may pin your poem or story for a time for everyone to see! Write only what you are comfortable with sharing, as at least a few thousand people will read what you write.
As always, be kind, not only in your gaming, but especially out there, in all our shared lives.
![Dumbinion [For Honor]
Summer solstice, will I be able to read the language on the welcome mat in front of death’s door? Will I feel beneath my feet the cushion of the welcome as I step forward? Maybe writing is my way to slow down time so I can throw time, like the Milky Way – across a page, or screen. My DNA says I’m 100% star. I might get some Chromium yet out of a single moment, just as blues and greens, in my wife’s eyes, also form in wood when it’s petrified underground along with carbon and oxides of iron. Once upon a time that petrified wood stored sunlight, before it turned into a stone that blossomed colors of a bursting galaxy. Look it up if you don’t believe me. If you dont believe me, try burying these words in your heart.
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There are original stories and poems found in videos and descriptions on this channel - but you will also find talented, aspiring (and inspiring) writers in the comments sections here.
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![The Old Man on Simple Joys - (Read Description Please) [For Honor]
SIMPLE JOYS - The old man and his wife always tried to be kind to each other. They enjoyed laughing, even if it was over the smallest thing, because laughter often comes from shared pain, and each of them knew great loss.
Many of their kin and closest companions had lost their lives in battle, or to sickness; some had taken their own lives. They wrote on their walls a list of pleasant things, things that made them feel calm. He couldnt remember whose idea it was, nor could he remember, as more time passed, who wrote each item, but he remembered the list word for word:
The sound of rain on leaves
in the middle of the afternoon,
when the sky’s a golden grey.
Hand-pulled noodles
in a golden broth.
Soil, plants, clouds and ocean.
A plaid pattern on a kilt.
Watching the horses run,
the ones with amazing names.
Also, the really free horses
humans cannot name.
Being quiet enough
to understand
something.
Thoughts that are lyrics
others can sing one day.
Victory is fighting
for what is right; it is
also strength to love
when the fight is over.
And laughter! Our laughter!
So what,
if we cant explain
what was funny
to begin with?
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Song: Knights / Promises (For Honor soundtrack) The Old Man on Simple Joys - (Read Description Please) [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/6XOShRIGsIE/mqdefault.jpg)
![WW1 Letter from a Soldier to His Love
FROM A LETTER dating between July & September, 1918, during the Great War (to end all wars)
[Date Redacted]
Dearest Cara,
My One and Only Beloved, I hope this letter finds you well. I’ve been sent ahead of the rest to [redacted]. I am meant to train some of our boys when they arrive, so I’ll be studying the trees and hills as well. The bombs are like clockwork earthquakes. Fritz is never far off.
I’ve been put with a Highlanders Regiment. Despite looking like they are painted in blood, mud and exhaustion, they have greeted me warmly. We shared some “bully” stew and biscuits in between bombs going off. They wanted to know why Im here before the other Americans. Before I could answer, their captain said I’d been sent “on account of a steady hand” to learn [redacted].
I stand out like a damned shiny buckle. Men nearby are missing ears, or they have both eyes but simply do not see a foot in front of them. Faces and shoulders in ditches lack flesh whatsoever below the shoulders. Worst of all there was one man who could not talk but only laughed uncontrollably, and he was shot for insubordination.
Some of my fellow soldiers do not believe that you, my soon-to-be-wife (an Irish girl from my own hometown a whole ocean away) is a nurse outside Paris, not far from the hell where I write this letter.
My dear Cara, I now understand that you - and other nurses like you - are the angels who must heal wounds unlike any in history, far beyond the poor ether.
Sometimes the enemy trenches are so close, the fighting so continuous, it seems like the whole affair is actually two large beasts, each made of many souls, in a single duel, repeating day by day. You may kill the same man tomorrow, whose name is different but whose face you saw yesterday – until you feel you might float away, along with the pear drops, on the wind itself.
Were all Berserkers here, one man said, giving me a hatchet for close quarters.
I leave you with a good story, my Dear:
Last night I gave the Regiment my last name. The oldest of them – his Scottish accent as thick as my grandpa’s – said to me, You are descended from a warrior with incredible skill with a Claymore. But moreover, so legendary was his love for his wife – it transcended life and death itself.
This soldier then recited a poem by Yeats and asked me to commit it to memory – with my remaining ink, I will share it with you.
But first, I must tell you: I have no fear of death, my dear Cara, and I will make haste to reach the enemy, and put an end this war, so that you and I may may be hand in hand, walking along the river, once again home.
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
-William Butler Yeats, 1890
Ever Yours,
Aengus
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![Wild Warlord part 4 [For Honor]
In the comments: They say that the eyes are the windows of the soul. If you were to peer into the wilderness of your own soul what would you find and how would you share that wildness with others? Is your soul an empty canvas waiting to be painted with the fullness of your own life? Is your soul an unwritten map for a long road ahead of you, a journey into an unrestrained landscape, a place full of undiscovered treasures waiting to be opened? Is your soul eternal? What does your soul have to say that you are unaware of? What does your soul already know that that you might have forgotten? What is waiting in the wilderness of your own soul and how do you want to share it with others? Use images and metaphors and similes and analogies or even rhyme scheme and descriptive language to show what you want us to see.
If youre new here, this channel is largely inspired by the people who write in the comments.
There are original stories and poems found in videos and descriptions on this channel - but you will also find talented, aspiring (and inspiring) writers in the comments sections here.
Write something for the prompt and I may pin your poem or story or include it in a video for everyone to see - no matter how old the video is, you can always leave writing and it could make it into the current video. Write only what you are comfortable with sharing, as at least a few thousand people may read your work!
Hit the notification bell if you’d like to know when the next one arrives. As always, be kind, not only here and in your gaming, but especially out there, in all our shared lives. Wild Warlord part 4 [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/94joI7tx3u0/mqdefault.jpg)
![NOT TOO FAST FOR DIE-HARDS - Old Man Duels/Brawls [For Honor]
Summer solstice, will I be able to read the language on the welcome mat in front of death’s door? Will I feel beneath my feet the cushion of the welcome as I step forward? Maybe writing is my way to slow time down so I can make time thrown, like the Milky Way – across a page, or screen. My DNA says I’m 100% star. I might get some Chromium yet out of a single moment, just as blues and greens, in my wife’s eyes, also form in wood when it’s petrified underground, along with carbon and oxides of iron. And once upon a time that petrified wood stored sunlight, before it turned into a stone that blossomed colors of a bursting galaxy. Look it up if you don’t believe me. If you dont believe me, bury these words in your very heart, and see what happens.
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There are original stories and poems found in videos and descriptions on this channel - but you will also find talented, aspiring (and inspiring) writers in the comments sections here.
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You will help this channel (we do this for the writers not $!) if you Like, Subscribe and Hit the notification bell. As always, be kind, not only here and in your gaming, but especially out there, in all our shared lives. NOT TOO FAST FOR DIE-HARDS - Old Man Duels/Brawls [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/9vFMq5XkhKk/mqdefault.jpg)
![Wisdom of the Ancients #3 [For Honor]
— No Breaking Point — There I was late at night listening to someone talk about W.B. Yeats’s poem “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” and I was thinking it was an OK talk, I’ll make a playlist for everyone and include it. I’ll make a few playlists. Make a music playlist everyone’s been waiting for. But at some point I thought about how I understood the poem in a way that this guy couldn’t explain, either. And before I knew it, I was transported, in my mind, back to a time before there were any innernets and I was an old man, and I knew there was a place for me, in her heart, I heard it always, like the low sounds of the lake water lapping, and I knew how fast thoughts traveled, and that some of them never stop, even if you want them to, and this was so great a feeling that I wanted to cry. What was funny: I laughed. And I laughed. And I laughed so hard that I cried.
How would you render the absurd?
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![Stronger Enemies in Tailspins [For Honor]
I know I have a long way to go with Peacekeeper, and I die a LOT when I use her, but I dont think people realize how much fun this hero is.
If youre new here, this channel is largely inspired by the people who write in the comments.
There are original stories and poems found in videos and descriptions on this channel - but you will also find talented, aspiring (and inspiring) writers in the comments sections here.
Write something for the prompt and I may pin your poem or story for a time for everyone to see. Write only what you are comfortable with sharing, as at least a few thousand people may read your work!
Hit the notification bell if you’d like to know when the next one arrives. As always, be kind, not only here and in your gaming, but especially out there, in all our shared lives. Stronger Enemies in Tailspins [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/D-Ud812easA/mqdefault.jpg)
![The Salt Stops Here [For Honor]
Today I Was Happy, So I Made This Poem
As the plump squirrel scampers
Across the roof of the corncrib,
The moon suddenly stands up in the darkness,
And I see that it is impossible to die.
Each moment of time is a mountain.
An eagle rejoices in the oak trees of heaven,
Crying,
This is what I wanted.
- James Wright
This channel has gameplay but seeks to write (and share) short stories and poetry (in all the videos and/or descriptions).
There is a unique collection of stories and poems found in videos and descriptions under the playlist The Old Mans Story - but you will find talented, aspiring and inspiring writers in the comments of this channel. Write something for the prompt and I may pin your poem or story for a time for everyone to see.
By all means share this channel with people who may not play video-games, but just enjoy writing. Hit the notification bell if you’d like to know when the next round arrives. As always, be kind, not only here and in your gaming, but especially out there, in all our shared lives. The Salt Stops Here [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/DCNeeSpU0jc/mqdefault.jpg)
![The Old Mans Gear | Creative Prompt/Description | [For Honor]
This video was long overdue. (Sorry it took me so long to put it up.) Hopefully all your questions are answered! Now for the good part:
For the comments section (have fun with this one):
1) This is what my mask looks like...
2)This is whats underneath it...
You dont have to write the numbers - you can just write what comes to mind for each. It can be as long or as short as you like. As usual, Ill pin different comments for a time! Feel free to respond to anyones with regular comments, or a creative response as well.
By all means share the descriptions with people who may not play video-games but love to write. Any writers are welcome here.
******SPECIAL NOTE PLEASE READ: Since this channel has creative content in the comments, and since these writing prompts ask questions about perspective, no one should EVER reveal any real personal information here (such as real name, identity). So far, everyone has been really smart about this. But you should all protect your real identities. PERIOD. You can speak your absolute truths, and the most poetic/philosophical thoughts you can muster, through the poetry AND prose, but PLEASE MIND YOUR SAEFTY AND SECURITY.
And as always...Keep it clean, and be kind, not only here and in your gaming, but especially out there, in all our shared lives.
Song: And by Freshly Wrapped Candies The Old Mans Gear | Creative Prompt/Description | [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/EKBvp31h4mM/mqdefault.jpg)