The plot thickened
Thinned…then
Thickened again
As idle thoughts perused the air
Each page a hero
Facing fear
Then a shift
Plot’s deviance
A character
That makes no sense
Inserted
As an after thought
Reshuffling the lies I bought
Lightening flashed
The book took flight
Monsters from all ages
Ran amok
And brought to life
The terror
Of the pages
I found it hiding ‘neath the bed
A place I knew quite well
For I had gathered woolies there
In midnight’s game
Of hide and shriek
There once was an empty life
Then, an interruption,
And the life was full again.
But there is no "happy ever after",
The Interruption
Simply went away,
And the empty life continued.
THE END
The depths of my depravity sink
My cruel and careless mind is aligned
With eyes affixed on all I've solely lost:
I dance with my scapegoating ghosts
Yearning to turn the page:
My hands are cut off by Hammurabi--
To keep from gouging Oedipus' eyes:
I am written out of the story
Ambition does not lust after me
I am forgotten in Dante's Inferno
My hands have denied any involvement--
They cite my brain for a lack-of-character(s)
Volition is cemented in the mire of Regret
Yet, She still screams to me:
"'Out damn'd spot! Out, I say!'"
So, we bury my tell-tale heart under the floor...
Bedtime Story for Tigger the Tiger
Tigger the tiger fidgeting, listening to Corry
Read a bedtime story.
Bobby the spider is walking on a wire, his web on fire.
He is climbing higher and higher, his head feeling lighter and lighter.
A human dropped a water bottle on a bright sunny day that lit his home on fire.
Bobby the spider said, "How can that be fair? I will try to reach the tire!"
Mommy is yelling! Tigger the tiger jumped up and fled.
"Tommy, turn off the light; it is time to go to bed."
2-1-2018
Bedtime Story
I am struggling, I can’t get out, I chop kick and I fight
I hack at the vegetation so thick it cuts out the light.
Where did it come from I can’t find my way
It’s dark and suffocating but I still hack and I slay
The sweat begins to pour from my body and face
My heartbeat is jumping and starting to race
Fear is gripping me and I begin to feel faint
But I will get out, there will be no restraint.
A last effort, I kick out hard, and a cry fills the air
I cannot see anything, who is it there?
“You kicked me you brute,” but I feel no guilt
As hubby rescues me, from the new king sized quilt.
Summer's Bedtime Story
The grande finale
a beautiful painted sky
rich and deep the hues
tucked in by the cool night air
saying "good-night" to the world.
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Jenny Emelander 7/11/11
Placed No. 3 in Francine Robert's " Tanka You" contest-7/16/2011
Mistakes where made and fingers was pointed
Falling from the trees
Hearts was crushed and time was lost
Blowing away with the breeze
Words being said that slowed the time
In its depth we drowned
Our smile crosses its fingers
Hiding our emotions frown
Long forgotten fables and tales of dreams
Spoke till I sleep inside
Potions of sounds musical notes
Brewing what I hide
Chattering leaves confide our secrets
Their season pigment our lips
Entwined together forever
Drinking in sips
Clashes of tides fill our cup
Running over with forever
Fairy tells crashing letting go
Of what we believed to be forever
In dark alleys the creatures hover
Waiting for you to come their way
And if you do you'll soon discover
Who they consider a meal today!
Tonight's no night to go out and play
The goblins are out and witches too
If you're the one gets in their way
They'll make you into people stew!
So mind me now and go to sleep
The sky is black and it's so late
I don't want to hear another peep
Trick or Treating will have to wait!
Doze off to a world or rather a place
With beautiful colors and demons with no face
Waters of red and valleys of black
Once you step in no turning back
The skies once blue now grey have been turned
From the ash and ruin with everything burned
And still yet you turn to a child face lit with smiles
Though behind her come the demons stretching for miles
And for this one child you must fight from within
For you are now a father and this is the world we live in
Dear sweet child,
it's time for bed
I'll tell you a story,
kiss your sweet head
Lay down with your blanket,
your night light is lit
And you'll fall asleep,
as you listen to it
Far off in a land,
where nobody goes
Peaches and Apples,
and the strawberry grows
Streams are all full,
of most colorful fish
Lakes full of ice cream,
eat all you wish
You'll wake in the morning,
to a wondrous sunrise
Hear the sweet songbird,
in the air as it flies
Run all day long,
with a kite on a string
See a pond full of Swans,
what a beautiful thing
Up in the trees,
a Squirrel and a Dove
So close together,
I think they're in Love
A Cat and a Mouse,
at run in a field
The Mouse chases the Cat,
Now, that can't be real
The Moon now is rising,
now it's time for sleep
Close your sweet eyes child,
In, your dreams will soon creep
Until tomorrow,
when it's bedtime again
Another story, I'll tell you
I know how it ends
Just past the tully grass,
Hidden in a berry patch.
Gassamer Willowshimmer has slipped into her matchbox bed.
Fireflys sing her lollybyes untill heavy sets into her eyes.
Dimming down there bright bulbtails,untill little light is left
lingering there.
And then fast asleep,Gassamer will dream.
Twinkling stars like fairy dust are plush and bright in the night
above.
The winds song spins and whirls like it cant stop dancing,
whisping round about tree branches.
Tickling the leaves untill they fall with laughter.
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