Broken fingers clutch at the withered grass.
Crawling from the ooze, the future holds no value.
Leaving in the depths, laying forgotten, a dark past.
Wizards bow to the faithful moons that bring reason to their existence.
Expecting soft words to stir the planets
directly over the path less taken or trodden
Or beaten down from the cruel ages of the earth
That once existed in the memories of small imaginations.
Forever dance the rain, shaman, moon men,
Beating drum skins taught across magical tree stumps.
Monotonous tones carried on the back of far sighted locusts
Seeking shelter under bruised wrists,
Blue and purple flowers on thin scrawny stems.
Quiver in the night at the gentle shove of a jungle wind.
A wind that whispers curses of the snake.
Yet peace remains hidden under the rock of fear and doubt.
Run circles around licking, antigravity flames stoked by magic and the blood of horned beasts.
Categories:
antigravity, myth, mythology, religion, religious,
Form: Free verse
The Scrooge Christmas Musical
Hiding in bed is poor Scrooge
His antigravity boots too huge
To hold him down from bad spirits
Only there to teach him new lyrics
Created on 12/04/14 for - Andrea Dietrich - A Christmas Character Clerihew – Poetry Contest
Categories:
antigravity, adventure, celebrity, christmas, confusion,
Form: Clerihew
Once the island was covered by beautiful broadleaf forest
Where subtropical birds sang their choirs
But it is now gone because of exploitation
Only place it still exists is imagination
There exotic grassland stretches towards the horizon
But even now we can see stone figures that on the island have risen
Once of hope for the natives they were beacon
But now the natives are gone their hopes drowned and them themselves beaten
No one knows how the stones were placed
For how could simple culture with lifting those problems have faced?
How they could carry such stones the distance by which they are spaced?
But no one knows because evidence of how it was done were erased
Some say powerful magic had to take place
Or Gods whose likeness is depicted by on the stone carved face
Others say it is beings from other space
That with their presents’ earth would grace
Whatever the reason the natives reached their goal
But later their civilization exploited so much it had to fall
Most say it was antigravity used to put the stone not magic at all
But maybe it was as strong as full continuum antigravities equivalent connected to the soul
Categories:
antigravity, imagination,
Form: Rhyme