"aslan" poems
I’m not good at being forward
I have this habit of becoming disordered
I let my emotions change the color of my sleeve
In my aspirations I hope to find belief
I walk through jungles and rainforests
Once in a while I see through the canopy
Into the skies of my memories
And request that stars dance to the rhythm of us
I keep them alive to avoid the gathering of dust
My memories, caught in the Pensieve of your eyes
Have ignored all the times I told myself lies
I may not be your ideal Superman
But I’d accept Peter Pan if you’ll go with me to Neverland
I’ve rarely been so captivated by a girl
Sure, Zooey Deschanel is quirky in New Girl
And Emma Watson bewitched me from the start
Anna Kendrick was perfect in Pitch Perfect
Alex Morgan is the luckiest 13 I’ve ever seen
But I choose you! To fill my canteen
You quench my thirst when the loneliness dries me
I was not made to walk in a desert
My heart is an amphibian
Living like a Floridian in the ice-cold tundra we call Rexburg
You still need the sun, no matter how much it snows
I’ll trudge on in the jungle; dormant in the night
I’ll carry on with you in mind, until the time is right
Once I’ve faced death, or even a spider
Then, I think I’ll top the greats; George of the Jungle, Aslan, Mogly, Tarzan, Batman, Peter Pan, Harry Potter, Genghis Kahn, Michael… Jackson or Jordan
They’re all kings and I’ll be in their league
As I shake off the fatigue and find courage in you
To make it through the awkward moment of simply saying
“You’re a real kind of gorgeous”
In that chorus, played on my rhythm of heartbeats
I found my way out of the back streets
From deep in the jungle I’ve come to know as Fear
A jungle that disappears when your presence is near
Sometimes I have to stop walking, stop thinking
I feel like I’m on the verge of something spectacular
Anything normal might ruin that
Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 11:14 PM UTC
Another beloved strides out of my life.
Some smoker pauses
head bent over their cigarette
matchstick poised to flare and shimmy under
streetlight
but the waiting moment stretches
infinitely
With sweet shock I realise there is a breeze
playing around us both
made suddenly material
in the space/ the pause between
spark and fulfillment
Then can we wonder how things unseen
or only felt
become visible when
inconvenient
Yearning
for the moment
pressed somewhere into the weft of my childhood
Aslan smiling
-if lions can smile-
when three small British children find out
that they need never leave Narnia again.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
The thing about Narnia is
Narnia leaves
and the kids return back to the real world with
both reluctance
and vigour.
But what if Narnia didn't?
What if it hovered,
shadowed around the edge of their vision,
Aslan in the corner of their eye
the White Witch frosting across
bodies of water.
Would they go back to school?
Would they fall in love with someone who
just didn't get
the game
they used to play when they were kids?
"You bailed on us again, Peter"
"Susan, stop looking out the window!"
"But you've always loved sweets"
"Lucy, lions can't talk."
So yeah.
Start again,
*******
I mean,
you changed Narnia for the better,
Right?
Right?
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC
they call you the great Lion.
but in my world you have another name.
you're not safe, but you're good.
you're the King.
you come and go.
one day i see you, one day i don't.
you're not a tame lion.
at the sound of your roar,
sorrows will be no more.
when you bare your teeth,
winter meets its death.
when you shake your mane,
we shall have spring again.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC
This is a re-post of "All Change at Zima Junction." This morning I turned in my keys after some forty years of herding cattle (metaphorically), seventeen of them with this institution. I am unemployed for the first time since I was five or so and was set to toddling out to the chicken yard every evening to gather the eggs in an old Easter basket. My mother said that the rooster often chased me and made me cry, but I don’t remember that.
And now - what adventure does Aslan have next for me?
The first book I bought upon returning home from Viet-Nam was the Penguin Modern European Poets paperback edition of Yevtushenko: Selected Poems. That 75-cent paperback from an airport bookstall in San Francisco is beside me on the desk as I write.
All Change at Zima Junction
For Yevgeny Yevtushenko, 1932-2017
Everyone changes trains at Zima Junction
Changes lives; nineteen becomes twenty-one
With hardly a pause for twenty and then
Everyone asks you questions you can’t answer
And then they say you’ve changed, and ignore you
The small-town brief-case politician still
Enthroned as if he were a committee -
He asks you what you are doing back here
And then you go away, on a different train:
Everyone changes trains at Zima Junction
“I went, and I am still going.”1
1Yevtushenko: Selected Poems. Penguin,1962
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
Perhaps all I really need is your sweet company or something tht will replace my existance from earth. Because when I'm with you it's like if I were in heaven or haven or texas or back in colorado in my uncle's kitchen eating home made alfajores and my brother would be playing Guitar Hero only being 7 years old and me being 11. When I'm with you time doesn't exist and that's pretty rad. It's like we entered the narnia wardrobe and cuddled in between the bad witch and aslan and how they'd fight and make a war and scream bad things to each other but it's okay because I have got you and I'm looking at you and wow I really love the way you hold my hands.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
the God of freedom, whiskey, beer, and food-
the God of green hills and romances,
the God of tattoos, piercings, and edgy clothing,
the God of cliffs, breaking waves, and high mountains with stiff winds
this God is a wild God-
He rises and sets like the sun
loves always but is sometimes not seen
Aslan is not a tame lion, after all
He is an Irish God and contains the universe
in the palm of His Irish hand.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
I heard the quiet rumble,
Coming from his chest.
And when I close my eyes,
I feel his soft warm breath.
It only took a journey,
Between the pages of a book,
But once the wardrobe was opened,
One look was all it took.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
"Regardless. How hard you try.
I'm going to find a way to the top.
You cannot bring me down. Period.
No games. No schemes. No gags. No ********
Every stone casted at my direction
I will use. FORGET A CASTLE.
I'm a building A
P Y R A M I D."
Descovia*
Nowhere to run.
The final rage released from
the heat of the sun!
Humanity paid for it!
It cost us, more than what
we could afford from funds.
I'll be at peace when the fire comes
Can't **** me! Hear me roar
on the mountains like Aslan!
Confident? I just know, I'm few of the ones!
Charismatic? I am the definition!
You haters are fire, for my ammunition!
I got what you lack, can't **** my ambition!
I am dark with the magic. But no dark magician
I can bring the static, don't call the electrician!!
Come at me, foolish with the games?!
Why you even turn that switch on!?
I'm a God Father for a reason.
My hold on this game remains strong
Criminal minded like a don!
You compared to me. There's no competition!
What do you mean you keep it G?
Last time. I check, you be selling
yourself out for the free!
Steal from your homies and cry to the police!?
Where I am from
that s*** is for the weak!
You left a taste in
my mouth not so sweet.
I'm a Ghoul in Tokyo
running wild on these streets!
So best believe you started
a war with a Hero's Academy
F*****G WITH ME!
I hate it, when I have to raise my voice
It's cut-throat, to any of you be doing the most
I know it gets heavy,
when you hanging to life on the ropes!
If it wasn't for Faith I wouldn't have Hope.
I can take you out of the game
Pray for Light who needs a DEATHNOTE!?
Leave you like the titanic, you ship-wrecked mess
with no other place to float!
You say "I'm a ***
My wealth are my kids
Your platform's a joke.
26 Million followers
You could be on tv.
BUT YOU CAN'T
KEEP COKE OUT OF YOUR NOSE!
Call me animal, I stated before I'm a GOAT.
While you're trying not drown
I'm finding my flow
Haters try to their best to impose.
You bounce around from
one to the next like a yo yo
I don't care about how much you party
how much money you got from so and so
You a one hit trip everybody I know had a turn to go.
I can speak more bad on your name. I'll leave it right here.
CASE CLOSED.
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 12:57 PM UTC
Aslan
You make me want to write
My most inner thoughts
May they are vulnerable and raw
You make me want to feel them all
I look at you and I see innocence
One I wish I can protect with all my might
One I wish will last forever and a day
One I wish shall remain pure as ever
You filled me up with your candid love
Your cheeky grins and contagious laugh
You make me feel I'm on top of the world
Your love so grand, I am so shy and honoured
Aslan
You are my love, my favourite person
Your little self ain't so little no more
You are my reason to work endlessly hard
Your entire being I won't let be full of woes
I love you lil lion of mine
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
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Behold!
A story requires an occasional “Behold!”
Merely to see the magic is not enough
The children do not merely see Aslan
Nor does Uncle Andrew merely see the witch
Behold!
A story requires an occasional “Behold!”
Merely to see the Truth is not enough
The Magi do not merely see the Star
Nor do the shepherds merely see the Child
Behold!
A story requires an occasional “Behold!”
Or else the magic isn’t truly told
Behold!
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 8:18 AM UTC
He was so beautiful, I was so afraid to touch him. In fear that the illusion might break and I would have nothing left to look forward to. Like Aslan from Narnia, he was majestic and all things brilliant. And I, a curious Lucy went up to confront him in all his glory. "He is real," I keep telling myself. "He isn't like the others, they're fictional. He is real," as I got closer. It started with a hand on his cheek. He was nice about it, he urged me to go on, I did. With no fear of rejection, I took my time exploring. It was exhilarating. I was sure he would take care of my heart. That he would prove himself to be real, that I could bring him to show him off, to tell everyone that it is proof. He is real and he is mine to keep. After I was done, he lowered himself to look me in the eye. He slowly reassured me that I am right. He is real but he's not that amazing. I was sad, but he is right.
-m.b
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 12:48 PM UTC
I fear I am losing myself again.
Not that I was found before, but I ache to be that person I once was.
The one who acquired kinship and required nothing more, nothing less.
The one who learned what it was to say no and be truly healthy; mind, body, soul.
Happy in her chaotic, inventive intellect.
She settled for nothing less than her prayer of him, however she fears he will be like the rest.
She has settled her weary mind and expects forever this time.
She worries of nothing these months, but is dismal for the day she loses her adolescence.
People think her insane when she talks of her dreamery and passions.
She aches to never grow up, for that is where creative aesthetic is lost.
"Stay with me forever Alice and Peter", she says.
Tell me the stories behind your pages and never cease to keep alive in this wit.
Remain as deranged as the lions mane atop her cleverness.
The one her maternal never loved.
Remain fierce as Aslan and gentle as a peony.
Most of all never lose confidence of your creative destiny.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 8:15 AM UTC
A sting of Fire and eyes of bliss
Oh, how I long for that crimson kiss
Winter I spent in frost and pain
missing the touch of Aslan´s mane
You flicker of Light on the mountain peak
Are you the warmth I so urgently seek?
The glow of Green and rivers Blue
Fight to meet you through and through
I patiently wait for song and Gloom
And radiant flowers in constant Bloom
So let me slumber in fields of Gold
and dream of Love so ancient and old
Though rust and Copper claims your child
and I face Cold and Winters wild
Where Darkness reigns and Courage fall
and frost and shadow swallow All
I gently rise above the meek
And recall your kiss upon my cheek.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
All I see are demons
in this apocalyptic season
when everyone with a grievance
pledges allegiance
to those in agreement
of fear of the opposition
deserving paranoid treatment
for a thing called collision.
I live in fear of their numbers
I fear the heights of their hunger
I fear they'll eternalize my slumber
not wanting to go under
I sit there and wonder
how to tear asunder
nightmarish hunters.
This thunderstick granted to me
for my John Wick fantasy
lays in my hands handily
fingers hugging the trigger
ignoring the touch of skin
it makes me feel bigger
than playing the violin.
I need guns because the other side has them
trading players like they're Udonis Haslem
feeling like the metallic version of Aslan
because of the armament in my safe
connecting me to my venom
protecting me from the other's ways
with a second **** in my denim.
I'm afraid of the angry mob
to which I've globbed on
pitchforks in hand
fingers hugging the trigger
of supply and demand
the rich get richer.
Jan 7, 2022
Jan 7, 2022 at 1:40 AM UTC
I can hear him through the walls
Hear him run here and there
He is playing by himself
Lost in his own personal space
Sometimes he will shout out loud
Or he will have imaginary scenarios
Most of the time he is a superhero
Going around saving innocent lives
Yet when I enter the room
He will stop and look at me
I will then feel his tiny arms around me
His love forever engulfing me
Even when you're old like me
Even when you have your own family
Even when you're busy as a bee
You, my darling, will always be my baby
I love you, son. You are my Aslan in the kingdom of Narnia. Always and always. Eternally.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 9:42 AM UTC
"you doubt your value, stop running away from who you are!"
-Aslan (Narnia Chronicles)
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC
we claw through brittle days
upon calloused hands
hearts chiseled into Celtic swords
yet we hold on-
hunkering down through
blistering nights,
trudging beneath
the frosted moon,
awakening at mottled dawn, sleep deprived,
riddled with a profound ache
for distant fairy stories
we will not surrender
to shrieking banshees,
to long-stemmed loneliness,
to prevailing hunger,
to our minds' mischiefs fretting
as shadows in
unforgiving hours
instead we galvanize as druids,
extracting golden amber
from faraway dreams
depositing them as seeds stowed
beneath winter's cloak-
lore keepers
of pandemic secrets
-until spring
thaws the frozen river beds
of our poetic fingers
pollinating speech
while we spawn
into garnet roses
(blood soaked with piecing stems)
a reawakening of voracious beauty,
the roaring Aslan,
unmuzzled prophesier
of breaking dawn
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 2:15 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall HSG
[email protected]
The God of Children and Blueberries
For Theo (who is three today) and Nora (who is more than three)
“It is eaten, and renewed, every day.”
-Ramandu’s daughter in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
God is prodigal with his seasons and feasts -
This is the season of blueberries, each day a feast
Great clouds of fat blue globes hang upon the little trees
Water and sky shading into Prussian blue
This is a table-tree, all are invited
To stand with buckets and thirsty lips
To pick and take, to take and eat, each day
The feast magically renewed each dawn
Mockingbirds, robins, sparrows, rabbits, and squirrels
And children
Picking, pecking, plucking, nibbling, biting
All at Aslan’s Table, and all at peace
Jun 8, 2024
Jun 8, 2024 at 11:11 AM UTC
"Oh Aslan..." sighed she.
"I want to lay in your mane of red gold...
will you protect me from the world so cold,
whilst we explore these white lands of old-
behind the doors of my secret wardrobe."
Jennifer Alé
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 3:13 AM UTC