#puck - Hello Poetry

In between the twilight And the breaking of dawn I hide in the shadows of night Robin Goodfellow Does all his work at night Robin, also known as Puck - is my alter-ego - A figure of the shadows And farmhouses And as the new dawn breaks I disappear Like a vampire dies

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Aug 12, 2020

Aug 12, 2020 at 6:43 AM UTC

speakalittlefr

The day's end

In between the twilight And the breaking of dawn I hide in the shadows of night Robin Goodfellow Does all his work at night Robin, also known as Puck - is my alter-ego - A figure of the shadows And farmhouses And as the new dawn breaks I disappear Like a vampire dies

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I made it into Fern Land, The deepest dark of the wood… What's there that lies down here They say we never should Meddle or interfere with; The nettle or the grub, Not trees and not the ivy, Not tick or grass or shrub. "If people keep on meddling...!" Shouted angry Puck, And stamped his usually cheerful feet And the mighty oak tree shook. Puck continued, thunderous loud: "You wait and see our luck; Our homes will not long be exchanged For flats, that them rich ***** "Like to keep all sparkling clean And empty as a bubble... For assets, don't you know, not homes! This, my friends, is the trouble. "Now, if money didn’t rule their world - Our crazy human doubles - They'd appreciate, like we do all, That they don't need all this hubble. "What a blindfold are these dollar bills! That stop them seeing; all they need To be happy, healthy and prosperous Comes through strong communities. "And not just ones of your own kind Excluding other beings… We've lived alongside each other For tens of thousands of years!" The crows and magpies, foxes, rats The pigeons too, of course, All shouted out in dear support For their human friends and thought: "Without those messy, greedy ones Who buy more than they ought, And throw the bits they cannot eat, Our food stores would run short!" "Whose news have you been listening to My brainwashed forest folk? You know **** well they tell you that So that we here don't revolt! "They treat you with disdain or pity, Or want to keep you like a colt Who lives but only half a life - Unless they dare to bolt. "Listen to each other now And take in what you see... Trust your fellow forest friends, And you too can be free! "It's something we must do together: No man is an island, and nor is a tree. All creatures here, we must have sign That on this we agree: That they must stop their tribal games And fights for territory - Terra is not theirs to own; It belongs to every being. They can't divide and conquer us And if they try, they'll see - The only option left to us; Our wrath, on them, unleashed!" Well I was in a sticky patch. Oh, what was it to be?! I did agree with Puck alright - But what would become of me... If I betrayed my human friends For these ones to go free, Would their blood then be on my hands? What would become of me? There was only one option left - An obvious one really.... What if I could unite my people Like these people in the trees? What if they all thought, And could picture perfectly, That it was really possible To have love and joy and peace? And to have all that above without The thing that we call money... That there's more power in something else: It's called community. Let's stop those corporations, With too much cheese already, And distribute their gains Amongst the poor and needy. Let's think about our values And not our property, Let's take charge and make our own rules Not live by others' shoddy, Grim idea of what life's worth Without having lived at all - Or only a very privileged life, So big that others seem small As small they treat us, don't you see? They WANT us all to fall, So that they can pick us up again And make four feet feel tall Let's band together, all of us United, organised, To march on them and let them know We're no longer satisfied. Nor will it ever be enough To eat the crumbs of their pie; Not even a big fat slice If it's not a fair divide The energy of Puck Ignited my insides; For my efforts, courage And certainty inspired: The truth I must go out and spread And nevermore shall I hide Behind my privilege, That sees the facts denied, That forgets about so many, Not noticing the lies; Those convenient untruths That turn our blind eyes. And if the truth is difficult And my humans, they deny, And say they rather like Eating the crumbs of that big pie… That crumbs are the best part! And if we beg we might get more. Why cause trouble, rock the boat - What you're saying is war! War is not an option, And that we'll see first-hand: The wave that takes us there will melt Their castles made of sand. I'll say not war, but peace Is what we will demand. And if you doubt our human strength Then with the forest we'll band: I ventured into fern land… And at that I'll hear them gasp! The lure of the forest Is something some can't grasp. But if they went, they'd understand, When the woods take off their mask; The leaves, they whisper in the wind And the magic, it would last. I'll tell them how the forest Is angry and upset That those who go to visit there Rarely show respect. They worry for our humankind That we're too easily led, And silenced into endorsement Of all sorts of crazy **** Their homes are due to be destroyed - Imagine if that was you? And not to house the needy, no! But to keep governments blue, So their rich friends can own yet Another piece of cheese. They don’t care about us, no! They'd rather see us freeze. We suffer here with no safe homes while they live a life of ease, And the forest creatures, just like us, Will have to scavenge on the streets. Their trouble is the same as ours - We all want the same things! So why not join with them And see what change it brings? Let's trust each other, take a chance... It has to be better than this! And if not for you, then think of another Who's suffering you missed One who suffered prejudice, Whose hand at the deal was worse; Let's join all as family And together lift this curse We can write a new story Where life and soul come first; The soul is always equal, No matter how big your purse. Let's put our heads together And try some different things We'll get it wrong, sure! Once or twice, But our aim is to have wings… Let's keep that always in our sights - Freedom to dance and sing, And be ourselves in harmony - Back to life us we will bring!

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Jun 6, 2020

Jun 6, 2020 at 6:16 PM UTC

Cat-a-tonic

Castles made of sand

I made it into Fern Land, The deepest dark of the wood… What's there that lies down here They say we never should Meddle or interfere with; The nettle or the grub, Not trees and not the ivy, Not tick or grass or shrub. "If people keep on meddling...!" Shouted angry Puck, And stamped his usually cheerful feet And the mighty oak tree shook. Puck continued, thunderous loud: "You wait and see our luck; Our homes will not long be exchanged For flats, that them rich ***** "Like to keep all sparkling clean And empty as a bubble... For assets, don't you know, not homes! This, my friends, is the trouble. "Now, if money didn’t rule their world - Our crazy human doubles - They'd appreciate, like we do all, That they don't need all this hubble. "What a blindfold are these dollar bills! That stop them seeing; all they need To be happy, healthy and prosperous Comes through strong communities. "And not just ones of your own kind Excluding other beings… We've lived alongside each other For tens of thousands of years!" The crows and magpies, foxes, rats The pigeons too, of course, All shouted out in dear support For their human friends and thought: "Without those messy, greedy ones Who buy more than they ought, And throw the bits they cannot eat, Our food stores would run short!" "Whose news have you been listening to My brainwashed forest folk? You know **** well they tell you that So that we here don't revolt! "They treat you with disdain or pity, Or want to keep you like a colt Who lives but only half a life - Unless they dare to bolt. "Listen to each other now And take in what you see... Trust your fellow forest friends, And you too can be free! "It's something we must do together: No man is an island, and nor is a tree. All creatures here, we must have sign That on this we agree: That they must stop their tribal games And fights for territory - Terra is not theirs to own; It belongs to every being. They can't divide and conquer us And if they try, they'll see - The only option left to us; Our wrath, on them, unleashed!" Well I was in a sticky patch. Oh, what was it to be?! I did agree with Puck alright - But what would become of me... If I betrayed my human friends For these ones to go free, Would their blood then be on my hands? What would become of me? There was only one option left - An obvious one really.... What if I could unite my people Like these people in the trees? What if they all thought, And could picture perfectly, That it was really possible To have love and joy and peace? And to have all that above without The thing that we call money... That there's more power in something else: It's called community. Let's stop those corporations, With too much cheese already, And distribute their gains Amongst the poor and needy. Let's think about our values And not our property, Let's take charge and make our own rules Not live by others' shoddy, Grim idea of what life's worth Without having lived at all - Or only a very privileged life, So big that others seem small As small they treat us, don't you see? They WANT us all to fall, So that they can pick us up again And make four feet feel tall Let's band together, all of us United, organised, To march on them and let them know We're no longer satisfied. Nor will it ever be enough To eat the crumbs of their pie; Not even a big fat slice If it's not a fair divide The energy of Puck Ignited my insides; For my efforts, courage And certainty inspired: The truth I must go out and spread And nevermore shall I hide Behind my privilege, That sees the facts denied, That forgets about so many, Not noticing the lies; Those convenient untruths That turn our blind eyes. And if the truth is difficult And my humans, they deny, And say they rather like Eating the crumbs of that big pie… That crumbs are the best part! And if we beg we might get more. Why cause trouble, rock the boat - What you're saying is war! War is not an option, And that we'll see first-hand: The wave that takes us there will melt Their castles made of sand. I'll say not war, but peace Is what we will demand. And if you doubt our human strength Then with the forest we'll band: I ventured into fern land… And at that I'll hear them gasp! The lure of the forest Is something some can't grasp. But if they went, they'd understand, When the woods take off their mask; The leaves, they whisper in the wind And the magic, it would last. I'll tell them how the forest Is angry and upset That those who go to visit there Rarely show respect. They worry for our humankind That we're too easily led, And silenced into endorsement Of all sorts of crazy **** Their homes are due to be destroyed - Imagine if that was you? And not to house the needy, no! But to keep governments blue, So their rich friends can own yet Another piece of cheese. They don’t care about us, no! They'd rather see us freeze. We suffer here with no safe homes while they live a life of ease, And the forest creatures, just like us, Will have to scavenge on the streets. Their trouble is the same as ours - We all want the same things! So why not join with them And see what change it brings? Let's trust each other, take a chance... It has to be better than this! And if not for you, then think of another Who's suffering you missed One who suffered prejudice, Whose hand at the deal was worse; Let's join all as family And together lift this curse We can write a new story Where life and soul come first; The soul is always equal, No matter how big your purse. Let's put our heads together And try some different things We'll get it wrong, sure! Once or twice, But our aim is to have wings… Let's keep that always in our sights - Freedom to dance and sing, And be ourselves in harmony - Back to life us we will bring!

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Shriking up the proceeds he shrinks away from his own revolution he shivers free of his clothing and a fine layer of skin powder spores Puck Talon withdraws ; crinkles from his human form and sheds the used fruit of gender the Puck withdraws ; a hot wet breath in cold damp air passing from lamplight into the fool hold of nocturnal plight

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Oct 25, 2019

Oct 25, 2019 at 10:12 AM UTC

neth-jones

a metamorphosis (PuckTalon 3)

Shriking up the proceeds he shrinks away from his own revolution he shivers free of his clothing and a fine layer of skin powder spores Puck Talon withdraws ; crinkles from his human form and sheds the used fruit of gender the Puck withdraws ; a hot wet breath in cold damp air passing from lamplight into the fool hold of nocturnal plight

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no picnic when panic no streets unborn here germinal ; creature undresses from his cool rubbery dead skin steps scent free into the sodium light and works on its pallor fleshed out from the plumbing a manic talent it sports the label , Mr. Talon and favours a facade of mercurial cosmetics now, a character most vividly colourful and male-ish a voice a maddened song he breaks his face and makes it a smile armed with this sickle bringing his comedic heavings to the public he goes gory across the fresh laundry a violence upon the canvas a spree upon welcoming sadness an open mockery breaking ease and seizing upon an audience no more chiding from within the shade (egging on villains and dropping muse-meal) the folk hero the prankster this fierce performer of mischief takes the stage in a full suit of teeth-skin and he’s really quite ravenous for your abiding applause

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Sep 20, 2019

Sep 20, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC

neth-jones

Puck Talon

no picnic when panic no streets unborn here germinal ; creature undresses from his cool rubbery dead skin steps scent free into the sodium light and works on its pallor fleshed out from the plumbing a manic talent it sports the label , Mr. Talon and favours a facade of mercurial cosmetics now, a character most vividly colourful and male-ish a voice a maddened song he breaks his face and makes it a smile armed with this sickle bringing his comedic heavings to the public he goes gory across the fresh laundry a violence upon the canvas a spree upon welcoming sadness an open mockery breaking ease and seizing upon an audience no more chiding from within the shade (egging on villains and dropping muse-meal) the folk hero the prankster this fierce performer of mischief takes the stage in a full suit of teeth-skin and he’s really quite ravenous for your abiding applause

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O’ watch for a spindly **** of a boy, with freckles scattered like ants! With timid face splattered with sins and grins alike, he’ll dance. Round dawn and night he’ll go till eyes grow wide with fog. Down his belt swings, tight and old, his laughs creep long like silver snakes birthed from mountain spring. Yes, this youth of sparrow-chatter had naked apolline humor, though quietly when morning spread past his reigns Dionysian he was in bearer pinker treads. O’ know him you may as the flitting shadows that wrap your eyes in sleep, But test his temper! Bleat and ba and call him friend! And know, as bushes are coloured with flower and thorn, no dream is sum nor ample lacking the seventh young prince of discord.

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Nov 5, 2017

Nov 5, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC

deadeadead

The Seventh Young Prince

O’ watch for a spindly **** of a boy, with freckles scattered like ants! With timid face splattered with sins and grins alike, he’ll dance. Round dawn and night he’ll go till eyes grow wide with fog. Down his belt swings, tight and old, his laughs creep long like silver snakes birthed from mountain spring. Yes, this youth of sparrow-chatter had naked apolline humor, though quietly when morning spread past his reigns Dionysian he was in bearer pinker treads. O’ know him you may as the flitting shadows that wrap your eyes in sleep, But test his temper! Bleat and ba and call him friend! And know, as bushes are coloured with flower and thorn, no dream is sum nor ample lacking the seventh young prince of discord.

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Call me such the liar and fool this is true, give no notice of the kindness and careful actions I have given you; but if still you feel cheated and swindled by my small offense, then I offer up in recompense. That while you sleep and so soundly slumber in your bed, behind your dreams I visit you in your head. A more clever prankster there never was to prey upon your petty needs, only to guide you through your misled deeds. However you may have strayed so far from these your gentle homes, I will have you back before the sun arose. Call to me not before the midnight hour for from your lips my name will hover, and roll along your awaking tongue the name Jack Underhill will be far gone.

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May 3, 2016

May 3, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC

jack-underhill

Nights puck

Call me such the liar and fool this is true, give no notice of the kindness and careful actions I have given you; but if still you feel cheated and swindled by my small offense, then I offer up in recompense. That while you sleep and so soundly slumber in your bed, behind your dreams I visit you in your head. A more clever prankster there never was to prey upon your petty needs, only to guide you through your misled deeds. However you may have strayed so far from these your gentle homes, I will have you back before the sun arose. Call to me not before the midnight hour for from your lips my name will hover, and roll along your awaking tongue the name Jack Underhill will be far gone.

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