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Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Marionette Master

~Marionette Master~    

All my dreams evolve around my wooden floor
Candles and clowns the show must go on


The Moon slowly moves its way into my room
Dust pushes through my window making shadow puppets on my walls
The talent on my walls dance, scaring my sweet dreams away
No cradle-songs tonight
Dangling artisans’ fingertips scratching down my core
Exquisite observation, an alley down “Death Street.”
Panic rattles my bone, 
Stuttering a taste of ma' ma' ma' mama' off my lips
Grandfather clock ticks with every pull of the string
Invisible jellyfish puppets swaying their feelers that sting my site
A superior skill eating away at my fear
I can’t breathe, 
I can’t move,
It dangles!
What can I do?
Carved Marionette figures locked in my head
A game in which trickery and deception are the main events
Staged with an evil sinister mask, sanctioning my nightmares. 
No one to rescue me from the danger of this bedside playground.
The puppeteer engages to provoke me with my own dolls.
A dramatic performance throttles my mind ……. 
I cannot come out from under my blanket,  
I cannot run,
My hands cannot reach the circus print lampshades!
A shadow show played in slow motion!!!
Realizing the moon can pull a world of strings with its own light


Suddenly, boney fingers from the sunrise show me the way…
I look down until my toes touch the cold wooden floor
I creep and creep,
Then I flick on my lamp.
The purple walls swallowed the orgy drawing inspired by the mooned night
A huge diversity of graphic illusions of puppetry in my room vanishes in one click
Mother please no more Pinocchio in my lullabies! ;-) 

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

Details | Senryu | |


~ Injustice Moon Among Us ~

deeper than twilight
the moon to moon afterglow
a wave crush the mood
Stereotype motion
Two face under water 
Human injury 

(Senryu of Being Misjudged)

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

Details | Lyric | |

A poem for YOU

In this world of Uncertainties I’m the man that you can trust And in my words of sincerity That my love would never last. And if you could only feel, what i feel for you You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth Like our love that tightens the rope, Like a light that would give us hope. As you watch the dark skies Let me grab the moon for you, And as I catch the bright stars That’s the way you can see me through As this planet turns as it always will And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel Hold my hand for it will make us strong Like a wind, we will carry on The wind blow that sings a hymn for you For they know what does love means for the two Love is blind, and not deaf So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet? In this poem with full of rhymes, A full of love, Babe can you be mine? I don’t expect too much from you Why should I? If you complete my whole. “Till death do us part” that’s what they have said But why do struggles crash them ahead? Don’t ask me when my love will last, To count all of our quarrels, is that a must? Now and Forever is all that I promise No day dreaming and without reminiscence As the matter of time, as the time passes by Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :) pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless

Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana

Details | Free verse | |

My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               

Copyright © Shanity Rain

Details | Terzanelle | |

An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?

Copyright © Edward McCormick

Details | Romanticism | |

Pursue Love

Pursue love,
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines
tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly
throughout the garden of beauty.
As the roses lay along a table,
as she sits at the table
and she waits for me, the wordman
to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine
and sit with her,
start a scene or two of romantic setting,
to pursue love in her name.
Love is around us,
the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair,
as her evening dress glitters and shines
and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky
as we lay together,
we pursue a dream together,
forever we live together forever,
as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene
we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love,
we swallow grapes and drink wine
hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets,
we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece
of his beautiful nocturnes,
which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads.

We stomp out the flames
as we dance the night away,
and you lay in my arms,
and I kiss you upon your lovely head,
and you hold my hand,
and I hold you tight
never thinking of letting your love go away from me,
I would take my own life,
before I lose your love.
See us together,
it is a painting that lasts lifetimes,
that needs no touch-ups.
I care for you and love you!
Love me, I know you will.

My sweet and loving portrait lady,
who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose
that sits on its green stem,
in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window.
Come up to my chambers
as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere
as love's tension grows
and suspence brings us together,
let us make love tonight
seal the passion
and pursue love once and for all.

Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun,
I shall wake next to your beauty and glory,
and I shall point my attention to the heavens
and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road,
toward my chamber door, I call my heart.
Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways
in the garden of beauty
and I shall pick a bauquet of roses
and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love
for one another
and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart.


Copyright © Chris Boskovski

Details | Didactic | |

Moon Said To The Sun Aeon Sphere

Charms of Dusk,
A Pure Baptist touch,
Display lurk of a rush plus battle scares
Of blood and rusk what have this man endure,
Even, if this is a man or by luck a higher evolution of a being?
Orion sire from resurrection of most bitter defined
What is being?
Deepen the touch of the man of literary erupted,
Powers of king’s powers of rings could dare to touch great barriers to discuss
Future of youth design to up hold generation haven witness sure a creature only, 
Mythology to have indigestion years of years on end of generation on anarchy
Devolution of a tone of a rowel stone of eyes to brush and look,
What is being?
This was a warrior of the highest status,
Reincarnation 10 years of a millennium on the break off end
Greatness of evil dares not to evoke sin of tear to jerk to tears away,
At revenge of a sting of moral tongue of numb of blood & dirty learn in another realm
Of a death ray,
What is being?
He was a wake from chained of musk body tone build like a statue of pure marble,
This would be a battle of war of wars to end wars
Seas felt like empty towers has he was storming to thunder to walk,
Mountain lift and trees flatting what power be stole in this mystic creature
Wait to amaze we all would know,
What is being?
Blood in the street footprints left of dead mystic foes
Almost in roll of red roses of a garden that stain the street with blood,
He picked them off one by one that splatter like a ring of salt and ashes turn to dirty
Left the sight for the dead to walk,
And set sight of the ultimate evil that evil of destruction should envy him
And once more Orion stood to meet the question,
What is being?
This ultimate foe and his self-war craft at it fitness as prediction,
By the Sun and the Moon he was their son and he knew
The beginning and the end as it was predestination,
For this event to take toll
What is being?
“The Moon Said To The Sun Aeon Sphere”.

Copyright © Louis Borgo

Details | Free verse | |


Study the image in the pool.

Lotus flower blooming
Wind tearing beauty away,
Petals floating like wishes in the air.

They catch upon the moon,
Two pink petals,
The forming of satin lips.


Study the cold beauty in the sky.

Indian maize growing,
Breeze blowing away their husk,
Shimmering corn-strands drifting like ribbons of luck.

It catches upon the moon,
Red and gold silk,
The growing of soft hair.

Study the light within the dark.

Astral light glimmers,
Withheld from elemental damage,
The hope of lovers sparkling like pure diamonds.

Caught upon the face of the moon,
Brilliant blue-green gems,
Open wide to see the world with shinning eyes.

Study pure the moon the image of ones heart.

Clay caked hands,
Groping, folding, molding,
Eager to please, to form the body.

Caught upon the face of the moon,
Baked in heat-less light,
Entering the body of a created maiden.

No longer clay,
white skin, pure as the moon,
who dispersed from the sky.

Copyright © Jay Loveless

Details | Epic | |

On The Road To Vezalay Part 1

I was on the road to Vezalay, for Richard and his
quest. All the Christian knights would gather from
countries east and west. The papal hordes would
vindicate, and our swords and banners blessed.
As I walked the woods of Avalon, in peace and
serenity. By a stream in the shade, a vision came 
to me. There she stood before me dressed in purist
lace, against the sun her silken form, my eyes 
could easily trace. With her eyes she beckoned me
to a place where blossoms lay. From her shoulder 
the garment slipped, a moon and star above the 
breast stole and transfixed the eye, all was haze 
and peace below the bluest sky. Jasmine filled the
air as we lay that summers day, we questioned 
nought and let our feelings play. Her fingers of 
such tenderness, danced and skipped my 
nakedness. Her skin against my chest, I leant and
kissed the moon above her breast. Longing sighs
and the joining created, sensuous tones until our
love was sated. The evening grew cooler, the light
began to fade, our bodies locked in passion, all was
love in shade.
The morning proved a darker place, of my love there
was no trace. No bright star to light my way, no kind
lips for me to play. I searched with a heavy heart but
could not find, the love the heart so kind. I asked
myself with great contempt, surely not, I had not
dreamt. Then I saw in the blossoms there, lay the
flowers from her hair. With a heavy heart and heavy
soul, duty called and gained control.

Copyright © Daniel Cheeseman

Details | Salaam | |

Yeh khaalipan

Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega

Copyright © shadab shaikh

Details | Tail-rhyme | |

The witches winds are blowing

 The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear. 
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
  Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? 

What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.

 I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the  power of water itself .
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at .

 By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost . 

The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.

 There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ?

 What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
 As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, 
                                            Shanity Rain 

Copyright © Shanity Rain

Details | Epic | |

Moon Said To The Sun

Moon said to the Sun, 
Have you ever heard of a rising of a; Son.
Rising; like no other dynasty a sure sight to watch.

Come take flight.
Unparalleled to any dimension that decide to go Ape, 
What a species, 

Like a horizontal that meet's no parallel to meet one dimension 
In size, and or shape and left turn to speechless.
And rising; it shall come.

It shall be name Orion, 
A warrior like no other, known for such things as hunt and moon, 
Peace; grace the sky.

My son Orion; 
This shall be the beginning of a dynasty, 
Known only as the Sun and Moon Dynasty, 

Let the Bronze Age grace the heaven for years to come, 
And star to the Milky Way shall one day form, 
What is being?

Copyright © Louis Borgo

Details | Imagism | |

Herald in the moon

What glows in beauty
Like this flawless nature
In the stunning 'super moon'
Indeed a relic of divinity
When it comes this close
Thrills us with its moonlight

From savanna resorts of Africa
The bears in snowy Antarctic
Over the sassy Hollywood parties
The spectacle of Arabian nights
To civilised homes in Europe
It puts millions in awe

In moonstruck seas and cities 
All admire this rare gesture
The tides rise in dazzle
Sailors dock ships in wait
To see pie of marvel
In this epic showcase

Copyright © Hassan Haji

Details | Epic | |

moon of light

light of the moon come to me evil i need to see!they hide out here in the night jesus send me light!the many evils men can't see fall on me!the satanic cult is here  i feel them now god help me beat them some how!the light of love shines so bright every day and every night now hide me by the moonlight so they can't see and i promise the innocent will go free!

Copyright © steven coleman

Details | Epic | |

a bridge to the moon

I just finished building
a bridge to the moon.
I started last August
and ended this June.
I used giant branches,
a few million rocks,
unbreakable cables,
and billions of blocks.

The walls on my bridge
are a marvelous sight.
They’re safe and secure
and they light up at night.
The nails are nailed in
and the screws are screwed tight,
but something is wrong here!
This cannot be right!

The moon isn’t orange!
It isn’t that bright!
The moon doesn’t give off
this powerful light!
I have to keep building!
This bridge isn’t done!
For I have just noticed
it leads to the sun!

Copyright © ELI JACKS

Details | Verse | |

The Moon

Nocturnal Light
Shining Bright
Watching over
At Night

Copyright © Hayley Molloy

Details | Free verse | |


Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.

The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates

The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean

Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd

Copyright © Kolapo Olapoju

Details | Lyric | |

In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013

The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before

Copyright © Brandon Carter

Details | Free verse | |

I lay sleeping

I lay sleeping with eyes wide open,
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning,
I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about.
I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind,
I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open.

Seeing the dark change from dark to black.
There is no moon, there is no sky
just purple strokes of paint in the sky.
Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes.
Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind.
The smell of childhood dreams,
that as an adult never came true.
Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open.
Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you.
Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying.
Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light.

Your lamplight turned down low,
as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber.
Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights,
wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes.
Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds
and awake life to a new dawn.
She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night.
When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning.

Life climbs over yellow mountains,
and meets her fellow compainion
a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego
as I sleep there with my eyes wide open.
As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me,
and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn
at the first sweet smells of dawn,
I can see life go on with the handsome man
and I blind and wanting to go to bed.

I dream of dreams that have no meaning
Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions
tare me down and I am confused on which way to go.
Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake
as life slaps me across my broad cheek?
Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand
and regain my vision of the world,
Start to sleep with dreams that make sense
and dreams that are made of gold and have no end?
Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings
I would love that, and I would love to walk with life,
but she is out of my leauge.

And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping.
So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down.
I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open.
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning.
I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains
and lay beside me.
I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage
what is left of my spirit at hand.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski

Details | Epigram | |



Upon a time,
The blazing sun 
The full-faced 
Caressing her pale 
With his ravenous 
Next he flashed,
Hastily she blushed, 
But then she 
Gave in

Embraced thus 
All night long and
The sky was filled
Billions flickering 
All mother had 
The shy, pale MOON!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
    28  February 2013

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis

Details | Epic | |


When the magnificent moon rose to the night sky,
My heart began to pump harder and faster. 
The energy of its rays coursed through my veins,
Forcing all of my senses to become sharper. 
I could hear the howling of wolves far away, and my 
Hand began to twitch for my bow and arrow. 
Still, I walked into the bitter, dark night, 
Stretching out my hand as if 
To hold the delicate tendrils of the light. 
Slowly, my body began to remake itself. 
My body began to become stronger, more beautiful, 
And younger. I fed off of the light,
Absorbing as much as I could 
Before Day would come and steal its glory. 
I heard light footsteps behind me 
Causing me to whirl around and startle the approacher.
"O mighty Artemis," the young child began. 
She quickly dropped down on her knees. 
My smile beamed like the moon 
As I beckoned her to stand up.
She stood and continued speaking: 
"A man has been found spying upon us.
As much as you are truthful and honest, his tongue drips
With words covered in honey though the words are full of 
His cunningness and poison. What would you bid us 
To do with this man?" She said but spitting out the 
Word man. She was one of my prized huntresses 
And learned only from the best about life's philosophies. 
"Bring him to me," I said. There was only one punishment 
Fit for this kind of disgusting, manly characteristic. 
All of my darling Huntresses paraded out of the vegetation,
Into my open field lit only by the royal light of the moon. 
One of the girls brought the cunning man forth, 
Slung over her shoulder like a useless sack. 
She dropped him on the ground before me, 
My eyes bore daggers into this pathetic thing bowing to me. 
The male sex disgusted me. 
They believed in themselves too much. 
They were rough with those around them, grace-less 
To those who associated with them, 
And always in a state of dirt and grime.

Copyright © Tasha Taylor

Details | Free verse | |

Perfectly you

You say you aren't perfect,
but look again and behold yourself; perfectly you.
Your tears be heavy-laden with guilt;
also remember, they glisten with remorse.
The sea water of the eye cleanses wounds old
and leads life to the good vulnerability
that teaches humility and belief.

Singing; your voice awakens the dawn
and dancing you set the moon.
Entrancing, you smile
and for a moment I glimpse forever.
Joy's child is your way
and grace is in your name.

Awake in the watches of the night
He watches your panic weeping;
wanting your day to soar 
and set twilight leaping.
Stars twinkle in sympathy,
and meteors lead sight to the other.
Come away with me my love and wink at suns.

Copyright © Ross Thompson

Details | Verse | |

The Eves of May

Maelstrom, O thou devil 
Slither past last March then unto April
Into the eves and ides of May 

Thou cannot hide, but thou wilt try
To disguise thy age old blackness
Forsake what once were brighter skies
Stranglehold; sane extraction

And the spills of night
A new tone deafness
Burning oil; sentiment molasses 
Bringing storms that cloud minds human and fragile 

Spheres of moonlit halos
Become, no more than serpent spies
Peeking through faultlines of life
Dancing about to the madness limbo

One lost soul...
Shipwrecks against a sea
And there too does the twist of tango
Eyes of the deep; tentacles, touching me

Elsewhere, the raven flies repetition
Into glass windows
Blood stains upon a faceless mask
Drowns out the cries and the conscience

Of feathers blacker that lie strewn
Are the questions I have asked 
And the answers I cannot have

Let slip feigned breath of man beneath
A gargle from the cold tunnel brine
What's left surrenders alter to its evil
And nothing is, to evermore survive

And the eves and ides of May 
Are Saran gas upon a mass of land
Men of desparation hunger 
Eating flesh of man much meeker

And thou wilst not again
Glimpse thy rival sun
Nor when it comes, goes 
Or finality, when it finds its done

Inspired by the madness of Poe
That which is locked within us all

Copyright © Michael Smith

Details | Epic | |

Stopping By Accident

One bus sleeping in the valley
Deep night
Rescue team works
We get down from the bus
We are not strange but silence
Can't remove eyes
Clouds are moving like a cow
Moon stuck on hills
They are covered with dew and
-poor moon light

In the narrow valley
A bed of white smoke
moving sheet
Raw cold
Rejoice my sleepy mind
I saw the sky too near to me first
I wanted that
spread over the body with array of clouds
Can touch extending hands
Time will pass in an instant
Dawn before one's eyes

My stupid heart feels the climbs
-along the hills and slipped down from the top
-just before kissing the cow
Slowly the moon diminishes
Another hill smiles having it,
Shadow of moon on hill
Rays through dark
Roaming of moon from one hill
to another ...I can't write !
But it stuck in my mind...
Silence valley
Some faded sounds
Me and my friend enjoying
-the night from a small bridge
Sorrowfulness of hills flows through the small channel
-too far from joy.

Music of water at cold deep night
-from the channel cold my heart and mind
The happiness of a moment
Still i can feel ;Again want to be in it
When i think about that special night
my all fatigue escaped
Horn of BUS always breaks the silence. 

Copyright © Litan Dey

Details | Epic | |


"What were you doing around here," I said. 
"Don't you know what happens to men who are 
Caught by my huntresses?" 
The man built up his courage and stood up 
His eyes traveling the course of my body. 
My body would not be used to pleasure him so,
I swiftly punched him in his jaw.
My renewed strength was a blessing 
For it sent the man flying back to the ground. 
I murmured a thanks to Zeus for clear skies this night. 
"O beautiful Artemis," he quickly said. "I only had one wish,
That was to be able to see you in your glory. 
Though it may cost me my life; It was well worth the price." 
His prattle scratched at my nerves. 
"You stupid man," I said to him.
"I will spare your life for it will not be I who kills you."
I snapped my fingers and the man was transformed into a Weasel. 
His new body let out a human-like squeak of surprise. 
I held my hand out and my spear came soaring
Through the air straight into the palm of my hand.
The spear head began sparking and I grinned joyously
As the weasel began to try to escape 
From the circle my huntresses had formed around him. 
"It is quite obvious that you thought I would spare your life so,
You could go back to your friends and tell tales about surviving me. 
For that, your death shall be one of humiliation 
Without any degrees of honor. Dishonor shall be placed on your family."
All of my huntresses began summoning their spears
And the weasel began to dance around the circle agitated.
Taking turns, the girls began stabbing at the weasel.
Occasionally, they would scratch the worthless animal.
My heart swelled with pride as one of my girls 
Finally managed to spear the weasel. 
She lifted her spear into the air, holding the carcass up 
For all to see. The girls roared in applause. 
My heart felt huge in my chest 
As I watched the girl's sisterhood bond. 
They and the moon were all that I would ever need.
The girls dropped the carcass to the side of the field 
And they began to head back to our camp.
Once they were gone, I looked up at the moon
as the light swirled back around me like a good bye.
And so the sun came up and I retired to the camp
The girls had set up for us to wait out day,
Before we could travel again 
Under the peaceful darkness of the night 
With the light of my mighty moon.

Copyright © Tasha Taylor

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In the bright silvery skies 
Of anxious,waiting stars
shining bright, in the sun's fright
consoled by the moon
"shine old stars 
the sun isn't coming soon"

They ponder upon the other end
Upon his fury and his strength
the sun on bright in dark
only that we're far, he "bark"
But yet they are the toon
Though the sun isn't coming soon

"We rule the night " they cry
To boast behind the moon's disguise
It suddenly catches the sun by eye
He says,"Only because of, I"
They then scatter around the space in fear 
Oh lord! now the sun is here
The night is gone ,and so's the fun
Because day belongs to the sun

Copyright © anbes rawal

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The Moon Beam riders had traveled to Earth
 To bless each childe' at it’s moment of birth
 The Lourde’and his Ladee’ rode swiftly down the road
 To join leprechauns and pixies in the Forest of Ode’
 They must quickly make haste before the night turned around
 Fire faeries' and star babees' danced merrily on the ground
 Dream Weavers and Sandmen scurried joyfully thru the woods
 Carrying brite coulored' baskets filled with magikal' goods 

A woodland wedding for the bride and the groom
 In the Garden of Ode’ under the stars and the moon
 Faerie bride Aveena with her hair spun of gold
 Avid the groom so brave... so bold
 Aveena's gown was shimmering, starbrite white
 As Avid the brave one stood beside her in the night 

They all joined together singing jubiliant songs of great glee
 Then the Lourde’ and his Ladee’ rode in with the magik' key
 Magik' and musik' echoed thru the night air
 As the Lourde’and his Ladee’ joined the tiny pair
 The Magikal' Garden rang oute’ in joyous song
 As Aveena and Avid said their vows to belong 

Elves, gnomes, wizards, moon babees and pixies
 Water and Earth spirits and a faerie' named Trixie
 All dancing in the garden where the all wizards dwelled
 Made of magikal' faerie' duste', softe' green moss and bluebells
Slowly the twilite started slipping away
 As they all sang and danced in joyful play
 Then all of a sudden... quite out of the blue
 In a blink of thee eye- away they all flew
 In the realms of twilight shimmering across the night sky
 There was a fluttering of wings as they all began to fly, fly, fly
 Their silvery wings glistened like stars in the night
 As they majestikally' ascended into mystikal' flight
 After all the fairies' and elves went to their homes of yonder
 Aveena and Avid began their magikal' married life together
 They lived in their Enchanted Cottage in the magikal Forest Of Ode'...
 ' Happily ever after and after and after '
 The Happy End
 P.S. Please remember to come back for our final's just full of magikal' instructions

Copyright © anne p. murray

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Ram-Shackled Ruin

The old ruin sat near the brow of the hill
it had been there for centuries forgotten
none now knew for what purpose it had been used
not even the elders who had many suggestions

A not unattractive looking building of stone
and that in it's self only added to the mystery
for these stones were not locally quarried
the nearest place being over 170 miles away  

Yet here they had been dragged, then hewed
wrestling them into place quite some task
an imposing building nestled in the hillside
and the views surrounding it post card perfect 

Inside was airy and light with most of the roof gone
a strange hearth in the corner of the main hall
large enough for a man to walk into upright
Bread ovens built into the walls and a sitting niche

This was all that was left apart from one roofed room
in here it was dry and warm even a single trundle bed
admittedly very rockety but still it was usable
I decided to camp out the following night, it would be fun 

The following evening I climbed the hill as the sun set
tonight it would be a full moon, already the air chilling
I settled in with my few belongings and lit the fire
soon it was roaring, with crackles, hissing and spitting

It was a fine clear night and the heat wonderful
so I made up a bracken bed in front of the fire
I laid back enjoying the stars and a comet shooting past
lazily I slipped not realising into a strange sleep

I found the building restored though it's use still not clear
only a long table and chairs in here, beds in the rooms leading off
then a man came into view, he did not seem to notice me as he passed
he stirred the pot cooking on the fire and set the table

Soon more men came in and sat down to enjoy a hearty meal
I realised from their armour that these were soldiers
so the ram-shackled ruin had once been a lookout post 
I woke in the morning well rested remembering my dream

As I walked back down the hill I looked back at it
drenched in sunshine it seemed to gleam a wisp of smoke
curling up from the chimney it looked as if once more alive
not an old forgotten ruin moulding slowly into the landscape

I used the word ram-shackled recently and it struck me as a good theme
for a poem so I wrote this.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton

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Full Moon 101

A full moon is known for making people do things that are weirder and weirder. It only appears at night, even when the Earth rotates and stuff. It happens on every 14th of 15th of the lunar month. The full moon is so whole, but so scarier, it's like staring it right in the face. Everybody also knows that when people turn into werewolves (just like the werewolf movies), they most likely howl at the full moon. It may be a real myth and a real folklore or whatever, but All full moons are still making people do weird things. It seems that the Earth's been rotating around the sun, even when the day's over. But when it comes to a full moon and werewolves and stuff, they're basically from movies and Greek mythologies and stuff, in which they're a bunch of awesome folklores. And if the full moon continues to appear at night and people continue to do weirder things, thereby making people do weird things, there's no telling what weirder thing might happen next, even on another full moon.

Copyright © Brashard Bursey

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Eternity of Silent Suffering

These castle walls are cracked and moonlight seeps through, i hug my knees to my chest as
a sob threatens to break out of my throat. My skin is pale and thin; my bones stab through
my skin-nearly breaking it, I would look like a scraggly porcelain doll if I ever looked
in the mirror, but being trapped in this damned place for however long I have no access to
such a luxury. 

My eyes are wet, my hair is tangled and knotted-unbrushed for at least three weeks. My
fingers resemble the bone underneath. I hear wolves call from under the ten foot tower, I
shake in my corner and wish to get a nights sleep that I know would never come. The marks
on my back from the whip stings like hell. 

My limbs hurt; feeling stretched as if they were pulled by horses. A pain in my skull just
behind my eyes pounds rhythmically like hoofbeats galloping drunkenly on the hard
cobblestone streets of London. 

The silver glow of the moon glows brighter as the silver orb centers itself in the sky.
The pain in my limbs grows more intense, the urge to scream in agony is tempting, but I
don't. I should, but do not. It will get me nowhere, and it will not help me. So, I sit in
the corner and suffer silently through such torture. The moon rises higher toward the
center, the pain grows; soon enough, I am unable to hold in the screams.

I scream. 

Granted that citizens below can hear me; do they come? Do they wonder what or who could be
enduring such torture and pain? No...they do not. Never have. 

I go through this for six centuries, no one looks up at the thin, slanted and dark window.
No one comes clambering, clumsily up the stairs of the tower to where my screams grow
louder and are the dominant instrument in this dark, cobblestone hell. No one comes-some
may wonder, I do not invade their minds-nor have I tried. 

But, I fear not that they do wonder, probably are just afraid of what dark, evil creature
awaits them to their death. I am but a nightmare, not exactly a dream, but neither a
nightmare shrouded in shadows and hidden in scraggly, ugly branches like long, clawed

So, yes, I am nothing but what I perceive myself. What others perceive me as, I know not
what to think; I scream, no one comes...yet, my life is lived more for me as I am living
locked up in this hole. Locked up, and suffering. No one to hear me scream. 

Copyright © Princess Corazon