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Nov 2020 · 52
Happy
April Nov 2020
I feel truly happy
At last
The way his words dance
In my head
Like bubbles in a glass
of Sprite
Brings me joy
April Nov 2020
Oh all ye travelers, hearken well,
this dreary night where shadows dwell
Forget your woes for now my friends
And hear now where my tale begins…

A land across the sea there was
In ages long ago
when dragons roamed the skies at will
and monsters walked below

And here a noble family dwelled
And nothing t’was they lacked
with many knights of stalwart heart
To guard them from attack

A laughing king, full fair and just
Set laws down from his throne
His lovely queen stood by his side
And made their house a home

And children fair, in numbers three
Ran dashing through their halls
And filled the castle’s stony walks
With joyous youthful calls

But woe befell their house in time
for such is true of all
when treachery did rear its head
within their royal hall

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One night when all the family slept
a knock was heard below
and through the glass there could be seen
a faint and ghostly glow

The moon was hidden well that night,
no fire burned without,
this light was not an earthy thing,  
of that there was no doubt

But no one saw this strange display
for all lay at their rest
and when at dawn the maids awoke they found they had a guest

a stranger sat outside their door,
a cloak drawn ‘round his form
and when they asked his business there
he spoke in tones forlorn:

“For many leagues I’ve walked by foot
and nary drink I’ve had
my throat is as the dessert dry
and in mere rags I’m clad”

The maids could see that this was true,
his voice was but a croak
a weakling child, scant in years
could fell him with a stroke

His clothing was bedraggled so
that places skin was bare
and all was grey and tattered rags
such no one could repair

he spoke again and begged the maids
that drink be brought to him
for surely else he would not live
and suffer death sore grim

In pity for this weakly man
who to their hearts did plead
the maids rushed back into the house
to fetch out honeyed mead

But as they left, a change occurred,
Though by none was it seen
The ragged man that once was there
was not as he had been

In that man’s place there stood a Fay
As tall and straight as trees
His hair of copper drifting ‘round
In chilly Autumn’s breeze

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Now I am sure you all must know
the tales of the fay,
those fairy folk who love to trick
and use us men as prey

Unbound by laws and moral codes
These Fay folk live apart
And those who’ve seen them all come back
Full strangely changed at heart

The Fay can be a flighty lot
Their moods like shifting clouds
One minute sunny, then the next
As cold as funeral shrouds

And here a member of that race
Stood waiting by their door
And on from hence their fates would be
Entwined for ever more

But in a blink the rags returned
The glamour strong and sure
And to the people’s human eyes
All things stayed as they were

When they came back they brought him in
To sit and drink and eat
And all the time suspected naught
Of who it was they’d meet

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They gathered ‘round in all good cheer
For they still knew him not,
And passed a merry time indeed
Un-wary of his plot

And after supper’s course had passed
With mead in heavy draughts
The stranger asked to entertain
With stories that he’d brought

They called together all the maids
And footmen of the house,
And even their liege-lord came down
With children and his spouse

They’d wrapped the stranger in a robe
And sat him by the fire,
And when he asked they brought to him
More mead and someone’s lyre

As he prepared to tell his tale
A hush fell o’er the hall
A strange expectant silence reigned
And cast them in it’s pall

And when he spoke no sound was heard,
Save for the stranger’s voice,
His tone as clear as piercing bells
On mornings filled with ice

He spoke of lands across the sea
Where wealth and magic rules
And then of dragons, fierce and strong
With hoards of gleaming jewels

But as he spoke a change occurred
Among the gathered throng
And any who were watching them
Would see
That something’s wrong

For few by few those listening
We’re drifting off to sleep
Their heads were tilting towards their chests,
In grips of slumbers deep

And even if someone had rung
A church bell in that hall
Nary a one would have awoke;
So deep was dreamland’s thrall

When all about were sleeping sound
The Fay rose from his chair
At long last free to carry out
The reason he was there

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He looked about the hall of forms
Slumped o’er in their chairs
And laughed in silence to himself
For fates that would be theirs

For one thing that they had not known,
Could not have understood
Was that he’d come to take their child
With him to Myrddin’s Wood

The girl he sought was loved full well
A princess of the land
A joy to all who heard her laugh
Or held her dainty hand

A child now no more than twelve
With many years to grow,
Who held a fate more perilous
Than anyone could know

She slept that hour across the hall
Surrounded by her kin
Unknowing of the danger posed
By one who they’d let in

The Fay walked forth across the floor
And stood there by her side
Gazing upon the silent girl
He had with magic plied

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He took her up into his arms
And wrapped her in a cloak
That had appeared from empty air
With chanted words he spoke

He turned away from all the folk
Who lay so still in sleep
They soon would wake, once he had left
No more in slumber’s keep

He whirled and left that silent room
Delighted in his heart
For everything would fall in place
Soon from this evening’s start

He left the castle through the doors
Of stoutest oak that stood
To keep invading armies out
And spare its people blood

Alas for them, no doors could stand
Before the wills of Fay
No earthly plan, though well devised,
Could keep their force at bay

Then Aethylon, so he was called,
A Fay lord in his right
Strode from the house and through the grounds
Into the chilly night

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#ballad #fairies #fantasy
Nov 2020 · 129
Election Night
April Nov 2020
The tick of the clock and
The beat of my heart
The click of the mouse
As I refresh the page
Results come in and
numbers shift
Red and blue and
Grey
Oct 2020 · 134
Words
April Oct 2020
I’ve never had to think before now
How to say it
There’s never been someone
To say it to

It’s harder than it ought be
I think
It’s just three words, some lines and dots
Or sounds

It would only take a second
To tell him
But fear is staying my tongue
My hand

Are these words he wants to hear?
Will he leave?
I’m scared to take that step
Off the edge
Dear god not again
Aug 2020 · 83
Dance of Blades
April Aug 2020
Flashes of steel and
Whispers of sound
Tramping of footsteps on
Rain- muddied ground

Pounding of heartbeats
And gasping of breath
Small sounds of life under
Shadow of death
Feb 2020 · 185
Home
April Feb 2020
The flash of blades across the hall
The cries of “good” that stand for pain
The glint of steel within my grasp
And the smile on my face

These things to me mean happiness

My teacher’s voice soft counsels me
My heart within my chest beats free
My enemy stands across from me
As the marshal calls “lay on”

And I know that I’m alive

The weight of a sword in my black gloved hand
The dance of my feet across the floor
The sound of my blade as it rings it’s challenge
Issued against your own

And I know that I’ve found my home

2/19/20
Jan 2020 · 78
Happy
April Jan 2020
I feel truly happy
At last
The way his words dance
In my head
Like bubbles in a glass
of Sprite
Brings me joy
Jun 2019 · 141
James
April Jun 2019
Just a guy I used to know
A face in the crowds of time
Never to be seen again
So why am I crying?

Just a thread of life cut short
A tragic slip of blades
Madness is the face of death
That's why I'm crying
Mar 2019 · 214
A Wall of Glass
April Mar 2019
Picture a wall of glass
As clear as air
but solid as a stone

I stand behind that wall
And the world’s on
The other side

I can see it
And it can see me,
But only through the glass

I can’t touch it
I can’t reach it
I can’t feel.

For that wall is in my soul
And I can’t break it alone.
Mar 2019 · 300
Abyss
April Mar 2019
Lord lift my spirits
For I have fallen
Into a shadow

A dark abyss
That swallows all
Who dare intrude
Feb 2019 · 211
Ascent
April Feb 2019
Dear stars above that diamond spangle night
Keep safe the souls entrusted to your care
And bathe at last in soft eternal light
Those innocents whose loss we’re cursed to bear

For he whose eyes still haunt my waking dreams,
Like stars themselves in sorrow’s endless dark,
And outline mem’ries in their piercing beams
Though we have been so many years apart

Let ope the skies, ye shining beacon stars
And welcome to your ranks a newest light
For though his body may be marked by scars,
His soul has surely never shined so bright

And though no more of sunrise shall he see
Yet still above the earth he loved may be
Feb 2019 · 341
Sparrow
April Feb 2019
As raindrops shatter on the walk
And water gilds the leaves
A sparrow huddles in the damp
Beneath the dripping eaves

It’s feathers, brown and white, drawn close
To keep the cold at bay
A silent bird awaits the dawn
That heralds coming day
Jan 2019 · 1.1k
When I’m Gone
April Jan 2019
When I am gone,
Don’t think of me.
Don’t mourn for me
Don’t weep for me.

I won’t be there
To turn away
The pain.

Some other arms would
Hold you tight,
Another’s voice would
Soothe your sleep;
And I will be
A million miles away.

So please,
Don’t miss me
    
When
       I’m
          Gone.
Oct 2018 · 159
Compassion
April Oct 2018
Thank God for generosity
For kindness and
Compassion

The brotherhood of humankind
Connects us all

The Lord be praised

For this is our guard against hatred
A bond that is older than time
And that no man can break

Compassion can hold us together
When gunshots would tear us apart
Eleven have died in a synagogue, victims of hate and of fear. Together now we must heal, compassion and kindness always uppermost in our minds.
Oct 2018 · 399
Love’s Gift
April Oct 2018
Sometimes
The best gift in the world
Is so simple

A corsage
Even when we aren’t going
To the dance

A bowl of warm soup
When I’m sick,
Hand delivered

And three small words
More than all:
I love you

If love could cure the flu,
I would be well.
And may the Lord be praised for that.
Oct 2018 · 430
The Nature of Love
April Oct 2018
Love is comfort when he’s hurting
Love is solace when he grieves
Love will listen when he’s worried
And hear beyond the things he says  

Love will watch with pride and pleasure
As he learns to be a man
Love will catch him when he stumbles,
And support him as he grows

Love sustains me when I leave him
Love connects us even now
The love that binds us never severed
Short of death, or yet beyond
Oct 2018 · 1.5k
Little Things
April Oct 2018
Thank God for
Little things
Like teacups with
Roses on the rim

For flowers late in
Autumn
When I thought they
All were gone

And the brush of
Fingers over my hand
When I’m feeling sad

It’s the little things
I’m thankful for
The most
Sep 2018 · 191
Puppet Dance
April Sep 2018
In circles convoluted still
We poor dumb puppets turn;
The wind, a thief
Of voices, screaming
That which once was ours-
A shrieking cry more animal
Than man.
Time itself is dancing on
The puppet master’s strings.
April Sep 2018
Sometimes I see
Behind the mask she wears
To the beautiful woman she is.
I wish she could see her
In the mirror
Instead of the mask
She hates

If only she could see herself
Through my eyes
Sep 2018 · 172
Time Gone
April Sep 2018
How can I face the passing hours,
Years and days still slipping by?
How to confront the creeping seconds,
Measured now for those I love?
How to accept that time is flowing,
Sweeping past my outstretched palms?
The few who are left are slipping through my hands.
It’s so hard to know that they, too, will leave
Sep 2018 · 182
Action, Reaction
April Sep 2018
I fear our world is going mad
This place that we call home
With fires, gunshots, protests, panic,
Chaos rules and we react

Our laws mean nothing in the cosmos
Nature cares naught for our lives
I fear the world will end in fire
Lit by flames of our unrest
Sep 2018 · 153
When Trouble Finds You
April Sep 2018
Light flashing
Pulse pounding
Heart racing
Caught

Time slows

Blue shirt
Kind eyes
Soft voice
Reprieve

We’ve done nothing wrong
He says
Aug 2018 · 174
In Nature’s Triumph
April Aug 2018
Frail blades waving, soft in the wind
A triumph of Earth over Man
Strength from the weakest
Whose whispers are lost
In the tramping of conquering soles.
A tuft of grass springs from the pavement,
Alone between the cars.
Aug 2018 · 190
Sweet Dreams
April Aug 2018
I dreamt a dream last night
That I was brave
That I could ask the questions
That I need to know

But I am weak
And scared
Of losing what I have if
I push too hard

In my dream I had courage
But dreams must end
And this was but a dream
Aug 2018 · 244
Who Am I?
April Aug 2018
I am my hands and my feet
My arms and my legs
My torso and my spine
I am my eyes and my lips
My ears and my skin
I am my brain and
I am my heart
But who am I?
Aug 2018 · 281
The Artist
April Aug 2018
She hides behind a wall
Away from half her soul
Denying all that is
That isn’t right.
She paints in monosyllables.
Aug 2018 · 351
Sun Fire
April Aug 2018
An orb of fire hanging by a thread
From the heavens, straining towards the earth
Some comet frozen distant in the past,
A captive bound in time’s eternal dance.
Its partner ever spinning, spinning,
A silent counterpart to fire’s rage.
The sun sets in a pool of melted gold.
Aug 2018 · 2.0k
Friends
April Aug 2018
Some are for a lifetime
Some last but a day
Some will leave for anger
Some will move away
And some will die and
Leave you only lonelier next day

Some are kind and gentle
While some are brash and bold
Each one irreplaceable:
A candle you may hold
Until it burns out
And leaves you cold

A rare few burn eternal,
And they’re magical as such,
But the search to try to find them
I have found hurts far too much.
So we live life lit by candles
That our frozen hands must clutch
Until they burn out
In a rush
Aug 2018 · 186
Reality
April Aug 2018
The truth ripples,
wavers,
distorts.
Bowed and twisted by so many
Silver tongues.

Twisted is the glass we see though
Cloudy and hidden by turns
Trapping us in blissful ignorance.

Ignorance is not bliss
When you long for a truth
That no one wants to find.
They are blissful in their ignorance
Aug 2018 · 2.9k
The Resting Place
April Aug 2018
Welcome, Traveler,
You need no longer fear;
This is the home of the wanderers
Too tired to go on.
You’re in good company here.
Aug 2018 · 242
A Fleeting Snatch of Memory
April Aug 2018
A crowded room
The buzz of voices
A scent that you remember
From long ago
Memories rise like ghosts,
The dead come back
To haunt your hard-won peace.
Someone dared to wear
The cologne he wore
When he said goodbye
It still haunts me, even now
Aug 2018 · 227
He Died of a Gunshot Wound
April Aug 2018
Put guns into the hands of children
Put bullets through their hearts
Soldiers killed before the war’s begun
those who were to carry tomorrow’s flag
Lie buried beneath their elder’s feet
How many lives in the name
Of justice,
Revenge,
Or greed?

The future dies with each of them.
Aug 2018 · 455
Waves
April Aug 2018
The sea lashes out in anger
Beating against the shore
Nothing stands in the face of the ocean’s wrath
Jul 2018 · 15.4k
Labyrinth
April Jul 2018
A labyrinth expands before me,
Its only prize, the truth; reality
Awaits the shrewd of mind.
At every turn lie misdirections,
One wrong choice and I am
Lost, for perils lie ahead;
Webs of lies lie waiting for their prey.
I pray for wisdom that I may not fall,
Misguided by a ghost I thought I saw;
My own illusions turn me from the light.
The path ahead is cobbled from the shadows,
Bits of truth among them shining gold,
The only light to guide my weary feet
As Darkness beckons me with gentle hands.
Temptation offers respite from my search:
“Sit down and rest, poor ragged
traveler, you search in vain
For worthless lies. I tell the truth;
One as beautiful as I is honest, sure.”
I pay no heed. The truth is rarely beautiful or pure.
Jul 2018 · 970
I’m Fine
April Jul 2018
Six letters, an apostrophe,
A meager whole, I fear
And slight of meaning,
All things told,
As words for one to hear.
I’m fine.
Jun 2018 · 229
No One Special
April Jun 2018
I am no one special
No one powerful
Or smart
No one beautiful
Or talented
To set myself apart
And yet somebody loves me
Though only God knows why
Since I’m nobody special
In my own reflected eyes
Jun 2018 · 433
Fireflies
April Jun 2018
Fireflies are fallen stars
Before they hit the earth
Shards of ice engulfed
In heat shed
Gentle light
Flashes of beauty
Amidst the night
Jun 2018 · 217
Empty Nest
April Jun 2018
The rain outside is
Pecking
Like a little bird
On the roof

My parents downstairs
Talking
Murmured voices
Hushed

My room’s last summer’s
War zone
Empty land and
Scattered remnants

My heart’s still
Beating
So why have I
Gone cold

The night is silent
Now
The windowsill
Is bare

The bird’s gone home
He’s given up
And left me
All alone
Jun 2018 · 177
Dear Future Self
April Jun 2018
Dear future self,
Someday I’ll meet you
When I look into a mirror,
And you’ll know it’s me.
Remember me?
That silly ingenue who
Didn’t understand
The ways of life.
Dear future self,
Please don’t hate me
Twenty years from now.
Sincerely yours,
The past
Jun 2018 · 206
Invisible Ocean
April Jun 2018
The ocean is calm inside of me today
My emotions are cool, collected,
Bluish greenish grey

But the sea is a fickle friend.
Lashing, thrashing, beating
Against the moorings of my boat
As darkness falls

The anchors that I set don’t always hold;
I am adrift upon my inner sea,
As others blow the wind into my sails
That never guide me where I need to go

I lost my only oar so long ago
The wood beneath my my palms is phantom faint;
My arms are weak from lack of self control
And I am lost

The water boils up against my boat
Threatening to draw me down into the dark
From whence I’d not return

But the sea is a fickle friend.
She soothes her storms as swift as they begin
And offers me apology
In sunbeams from the clouds
Instead of rain
Jun 2018 · 664
Summer Storm
April Jun 2018
A summer storm is raging far
Beyond the distant hills
Lightning flashes,
Fleeting glows,
As thunder rolls and thrills
In growling waves.

The radio is buzzing out its
warning to the world
“Be careful, all who venture forth,
For Heaven’s wrath.”

The sidewalks turn to rivers,
And our valleys now are ponds,
My garden serves as bathing space for families of frogs.

They’re not afraid.

And now that Thunder prowls away,
And Lightning follows, in her wrath,
I creep outside, where gentle rain
Soothes aching trees and grass.
Placid raindrops making art
On my flooded lawn.
Jun 2018 · 259
Silent Words
April Jun 2018
How many times have I said the words?
Whispered them, shouted them
Silently inside,
Where only I can hear,
So nobody answers?
Help me! I’m not strong enough.
Save me, hold me close and safe!
Don’t you see how close I am
To breaking?
I am the vase on the edge of a shelf
In an earthquake.
Jun 2018 · 193
Success
April Jun 2018
Remember that the world can love
Remember that the future’s there
Remember that you can succeed
If only you still live
Never stop fighting
April Jun 2018
Brother, can you spare a dime?
Have some pity for the poor
You are lucky, don’t you see?
But you are blind.
And though you look to
Find our woes,
You do not see,
You do not care,
You do not know.
You are lucky, but to that
You’re blind.
Brother, can you spare a dime?
May 2018 · 297
Panic Attack
April May 2018
Eyes, why are you crying?
Lungs, why can’t you breathe?
Heart, why are you racing?
Stop! Oh, stop it, please!

I know I shouldn’t panic
There’s nothing I need fear
I’m safe and I’m protected,
But Terror cannot hear!

Worried parents
Soothing words
Scared. I’m scared as hell!

Heart. Racing.
Chest. Tight.
Crying.
Can’t explain.

Can’t breathe
Can’t breathe.
Can’t breathe!

And then it’s gone
May 2018 · 282
What Hamlet Didn’t Know
April May 2018
Shakespeare said
To die- to sleep-
But sleep without a morning’s light

Hamlet said
He fears the dreams-
But dreams are what makes the night

And he spoke of
Wrongs, and suffering,
But wrongs without their right

And though Hamlet despaired,
And refused to go on,
Our joy is not out of our sight
May 2018 · 419
Angel
April May 2018
I would have slept enough last night
But for the tears I shed
Oh gentle fingers - leave me not
Go - bar the gates of dread

And turn the lock - my angel guard
To save me from myself
I fear the dawning of the morn
When we must be apart
May 2018 · 168
Candy Dish
April May 2018
Paste a picture on the bottom
To make it look full
Society’s version of truth
May 2018 · 1.7k
Burned Out
April May 2018
I am the lightbulb
That burned out last night
But no one sees until morning
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