Best Changeling Poems
The air was filled with sparks so bright
as ash and flick'ring fire abound
The night was filled with fairy light
and from deep down the drumming sound.
And all about did wander round
in forms both large and shimmer small
walked spirits old of yesternight
to lend a charm to each and all.
The sky o'er head was filled with light
and night wore the king’s Northern Crown.
The stars fought with the fire flies flight
as shadows marked the unknown.
A royal night when love was sown,
and bardly singing did enthrall
their poetry did rich resounded
to lend a charm to each and all.
Around the fire stood bold knights
and their ladies most well, unknown,
secrecy was their honor-bright
and amongst them stood the Throne.
Changeling bride brought forth to atone
promises too old to recall,
tonight a fairy wife enthroned
to lend a charm to each and all.
Upon their heads set holly crowns
their scepters of ash, I recall.
Cloaks as light as gossamer shone
to lend a charm to each and all.
Deep in the dungeon in the back left corner
Was a mere shell of what was once a man.
He was shackled to the wall of his own design
By the love of his lady so fair, and divine
The queen of a land so far away in time
With a king who held her ever so dear
Locking them away alone from peasant's view
None of his subjects gazed upon this mentally ill king
He had a smothering love for his queen,
Abusing her in every way
Never there for love, but only in his mind
She hadn't felt his touch in years, other than abuse
Then one day her knight came in on his white steed
They loved under moonlight each night in secrecy
Hiding their treasonous affair from the evil king
Until one night he caught them
The knight dueled injuring the king's ability to speak
The queen fearing their treasonous death
Plotted and schemed as not to be beheaded
To the knight's chamber they carried him
Dousing the room in oil laying him on the floor
Dropping the lantern the knight held
Flames rose in the chamber, consuming him
The queen screamed to the subjects for help
All the court came running to douse the fire out
The knight and queen really started
The true king was unrecognizable and couldn't even whisper
The knight came forward as her husband the king
The queen burst into tears,
Explaining how the knight attacked her,
Setting the room ablaze
All his subjects bowed before the knight, the changeling
I am sorry dear king, the subjects said
As the knight pulled the queen to him,
Ushering them to take him away, to the dungeon below,
Shackled, and chained, in his own kingdom
In the dungeon the king waited, to be beheaded
The knight secretly became the king instantly
Taking his spot next to the love of his life, the queen
No one suspected a single thing
She visited the king one last time before he died
Telling him how she loved him, stroking his cheek
Watching the next day as they beheaded him,
Hiding her head in her knight unknown
Her dark side she displayed
The day her knight became her king
And her king became some subhuman thing
He had truly always been
The knight now the king with his lovely queen
Ruled for many years, having ten children
Of tainted royal blood, but no one ever knew
Their secret love and darkest treason ever committed.
I am the newly born face of munificence, unquenchable beauty.
My tides are full with bountifulness, like an orchard to the table.
My fleece radiates guiltless white, bestowed like a lamb, fresh
upon its mother. And the flight of a newborn world is upon the wing
My once childish demeanour has grown into a handsome face,
with the offer of a pristine horizon as dowry. And the fruits from
the fleur de mer are bound for the land, to walk amoung its forests
and cultivate its soil. Free of tarnish and burnished by a new sun
As the cloud's rivers carry food along my valleys, carved
by mighty glaciers, the King Fisher learns its trade and
apes are low in prominence. As yet to chase the flame
and its future dividend
But, as with any river, there are two shores upon which to live.
And there are signs that a sheep in wolf's clothing stands two
legged and tall upon the other shore. And like the changing of
the seasons, too soon its cold has become warm and its warm
become hot. Wrapping a ring of savage finality about itself
On that bank, benevolence has changed a once accepting face,
to one of prideful leers. And the once responsible mien of its
manhood has lately become the childish game of a drunken
fool to be frittered away, like so many coins
And changing tides recede onto unredeeming shore lines, as a
water fall's once prized cascade becomes scorched by a pitiless
sun. And yet. My heart still resonates with the cries of a dying
humanity and should our eyes and ears only perceive it, there
is time to nurture this changeling yet. To cross the river and
force back the spears of gluttony that have breached this paradise.
To grasp the hands of an entire peoples despair and lift them up,
like a father to a child and the righteous to the atoned
For without this change of games pursued, we leave behind a
dessicated husk of rock. To become one of many such trinkets
that orbit the lights in the night sky.
CHANGELING
photos strike me and
everything
is beautiful… I find books
mark passages with pencils
pens and paperclips
all blue a
favourite color
into the bathroom
shut the door
locked it twice
adjusted water
red the hue
the knocking
commenced felt
intense faded
into a backward hum
to match the drum in
my dead head
just one focus on
slivers of stainless
steel and everything
becomes real
again
I feel fine
just fine…
and you?
are you a
changeling too
© Kim van Breda—28 October 2015
Somewhere hiding in the shadow of mendacity,
the unsightly gosling awaits the storm to subside.
Gathering knowledge and experience to survive,
she is besieged by thoughts about “how to”.
No matter her direction she faces a wall.
Dilemma after dilemma solved by trial and error.
Exhausted she turns to the lake for comfort.
The silky sensation of caressing water calms her.
Forgetting all the negativity, she resolves anew
to never again feel defeated and mundane.
She vows to live her self for what she is.
Grown, a once ragged babe glides to calmer water.
As the sun kissed the dew on hilltops it silently
moved across the glassy lake seemingly searching.
The gosling, startled out of hushed reverie watched
as her reflection painted itself on the black water.
Ragged yellow feathers, turned beautifully white.
A long slender neck arching gracefully crowned
the creatures flawless features, each so exquisite.
The swan smiled to herself. She was contented.
© Nov 5 2010 Charles Henderson
CHANGELING CLOUDS
Changeling cheered her doubts
Afeared mother of many clouds
Secretly placed by a wand’s haste
A godmother who’d offered to help
~ Coin of flipped fate - dark cloud cataclysm ~
6/3/2017
Dancing with the darkness
Accursed creature of the night
Wearing a mask of humanity
To hide that twisted trickery
Then playing demon music
Pipes wail a beauty's curse
Stealing life and children
From our loving tender kin
Twisted vile changing
Go back to darkened dreaming
She danced upon my sleepy knife-edge
Rem sleep concealed; my hollow tin ledge
Was the naked girl who stole my show
Labanotation echoed her tarred shamed knees
Free falling from grace, cumulating fees
Have every my gutter pushed so low?
Integument tally, a dollar per pound
Rumoured lies within; no truth found
Flesh voucher paid in Bordeaux
So I flickered in though
Scar tissue hand did plough
My poured soda fountain flow
Form:
It is a story in many different forms of culture that gods walked the earth a folklore if you will shaman belief of soul retrieval a healing technique similar to Buddhist know at reki where the two meet common culture is sleep lucid dream with in lucid dream is something known as shoden and aiki is possible to heal wound with focus where I am getting at it was a movie and this man found a legion demon how he found it and how it accept battle is beyond me but I never forgot the power of the human spirit why is so many theory of similar fiction it is a famous poet monk name ryokan I must say his poet of zen is interesting. I am sick something is wrong with my heart and left side of my body keep going numb no doctor can explain it being technique I am pre med not every thing is solve with a pill one day I wonder if they will disagree.
His policy views shift randomly
with the ever changing political winds
Whatever he ousted yesterday —
tomorrow, presto change-o ...
tweetle de dum, it’s blowing back in
Mirror, mirror chimera,
a thousand faces that constantly change
Mirror, mirror chimera,
your countenance of pride remains the same
In a planning Session,
he vows to stand by you
Promises are arbitrarily given
Then in a tweet message,
he labels you a disloyal recuse
Agreements are willfully broken
Mirror, mirror chimera,
your kaleidoscope faces they constantly change
Mirror, mirror chimera,
the reflection of your vanity remains the same
Opposition butte and chasm of criticism,
doesn’t deter his fickle meanderings
Always able to sway
the base support to walk his way
In one direction he will never stay,
his spirit is cursed to stray
Though their unwavering adulation spurs him onward,
his inclination to gyrate wildly is self-sustained
He’s a leader without any purposeful aim
Mirror, mirror chimera,
a thousand goals that constantly change
Mirror, mirror chimera,
your mutating priorities never stay the same
Chimera changeling,
spawned from an unstable genome
The crooked path of volatility
always leads him back to his chaos home
Some wanted to be tigers. The angels talked a few out of it,
Two were led away, because they had a ridiculously silly hissy fit.
Six were given tiger-status, and sent to an Indian village.
I hoped they would be safe if guerillas came to plunder and pillage.
My best friend chose lion, and was soon waving a hearty, healthy good bye
From the Kenya-bound transporter, traveling south west in the night sky.
Not extremely hopeful, I flipped through the reincarnation cards selected for me,
I could be a rooster, a mushroom, an eagle, a snake, or a hickory tree.
Mazie, my spirit guide, was at the end of her rope. She said that is enough.
She got rather nasty, her wings looked matted and her speech was mean and gruff.
A changeling? I asked her in a hopeful little teasing way, my voice pretty level.
Praying she would not throw me in the fire slide that led to that crafty devil.
A changeling can reincarnate in one form, but can change earth bodies as needed.
A changeling can shape-shift, without sage, opium or thyme newly-seeded.
A changeling does not get bored with the same body every single earth day.
A changeling makes his own rules, and can fly or swim good-heartedly away.
I was an oak tree for ten years, spying on the neighbors from my seat way up high.
Then I decided to become their puppy, with one loud happy transmogrify.
I was going to be an owl next, but I forgot one important rule in heaven.
A puppy, no matter what breed, or how happy, rarely lives past the earth age of seven.
So here I am, figuring it out all over again. Next time as a porpoise, I will be needing a fin.
Changeling
Tis our imagination
in the halls of the dead,
at a place called Limbo
where nothing is said.
There’s a great table,
where twelve often sit.
If your names mentioned
then you’re in the pit.
T’would be an invite
to dinner you’ll come,
with plate’s of gold
and lots of rum.
Do you feel the icy wind
of loneliness and despair?
Do you feel the spirit guide
holding hands at the fair?
Pretty one eyed lady
a stranger to me.
Oh! how I could kiss you
on bended knee.
To all smiling satyrs
who watch children at play
We’ll find the grave
where you will lay.
Now the ghost’s are calling,
for its souls here I seek.
Death’s not that bad really,
just our body’s that reek.
Don’t try to reason with them
or you will be called ULTA MAGA!
Never try facts or logic to dissuade them
or you will be labeled ULTRA MAGA!!
Forget discussing social issues with them,
for you will be called a racist and an extreme
ULTRA MAGA!
Don’t you dare wear a red hat -you’re a sexist,
Irredeemable, deplorable white supremacist,
even if you’re black, that’s no excuse,
you are definitely, Irrefutably
an ULTRA MAGA!
Don’t fly the stars and stripes, own a gun,
own a truck, love the Lord,
deplore the murder of babies….
You dolt, you redneck, You Illiterate yahoo,
you’re just an ignorant ULTRA MAGA!
Never express an opposite opinion,
for that will enrage the censors,
and never tell the truth
or you will be cancelled,
deemed an ULTRA MAGA!
Know your place in this Liberal New World Order.
You’re not a globalist , you’re a rabid Nationalist.
Worse, you may even be a patriot.
You must just shut up.
Obey or be attacked by your betters.
Your beliefs are all backward.
You are an ULTRA MAGA!
Never disagree with our experts,
our corporate media,
our woke faith in more than two sexes.
Never admit that you know what a women is.
You’re a sexist, a toxic male explainer.
Shut up at once. You are ULTRA MAGA!
The economy is doing great, the earth is doomed,
don’t have children but if you do,
hand them over
to our socialist brain-washing teachers
for suitable indoctrination.
They are ours not yours,
and if you insist on home-schooling
we will dox you and ridicule your smart kids.
The southern border is Closed!
Don’t believe your lying eyes.
You will be forever known as an ULTRA MAGA!
The Constitution is old, and we should rewrite it,
so it better reflects our socialist forwards looking views.
The Supreme Court must be silenced.
Disagree and you are obviously an ULTRA MAGA!
You may only speak at the polls
(though we are working on that),
and never question if they are rigged, never.
We are watching you closely.
You, you, ULTRA MAGA!
I go away down I tell you
I go away down to the river
Leaving the vulgar world behind
I need to go down alone
Alone with the roots
That grown strong then old
I need to think about me
Will be a second me?
Will be one who will look
Like me before I'll return?
When the last drop of a star
Beginning to fill up the natural
Pond with news grasses
Where the meadow
Will laugh with bright color
I will call you I promise you at least
I will be in the last minutes
When I was ready to die.
gestures of west travels materialize his intentions. treasure escaped him. an evil baby. he reached to the highway. to receive beads, rings, weed and young woman as expressions. the casinos always sell beer to minors. fairies restored the worry with hope. life had intention. a renegade formed his mind. the burden of a childhood car wreck, the chains of childhood dreams. gone.
it now plays with a juvenile mind. cultivating within himself the visions. the best trip has been forever west. trees become a sage. the brush becomes lumber yards. snow. the wall produces fur and balls dance. window pane, 4 way, novels an artisan can embody. his extra trip is the finest. success in smoky skies.