Meet the heroine,
talk to my evil villain.
The main characters
are companions intertwined,
every move choreographed.
Fall for the castle,
ride a white horse with the knight.
There’s always that twist.
The dragon who saves your life,
an ageless lesson to learn.
Come gather around,
can I tell you a story?
You may want to stay,
share the moral someday.
Remember fables breathe fire.
(Inspired by ‘paranoir’ by Riz Mack)
Reckless Jack and fair Jill, youthful hearts aroused,
did scale that hill, less for water, than illicit thrills.
Atop that perilous height, they began a lover’s fight.
Stolen moments, once sweetly solaced, can prove brief.
Alas, the twisted tryst, turned awkward tumble swift,
with clothes askew and most immodest bruises blue.
Honest folk, share this lesson far and wide, by rhyme and tune -
beware young lovers, less passion's tide prove a bumpy slide to ruin.
07.0620
Knighthood tale
While we look back at the past
Great memories keep rushing back
As today is the joy of many tomorrow
Many yesterdays have no hiding places
Though i live to love you forever
Love walks away from the reminiscence
As a good name is coated in gold
Streams of joy and happiness
We are going to tell you fables!
From the king tables for nobles
Great Men are the Men of the past
Like a titan fall among the minnows
For a living dog is better than a dead lion
As pages are born for his knighthood
A great knight is a crowned king
Many fables and tales to tell
His world is full of wonder
as sober as pie of honors
Something to remember than flowers
As a friend closes at the same heart.
I Midas
King Midas' greed for riches was such
That everything turned to gold in his clutch,
As did his daughter one day
When she got in the way.
Much better for her had they not kept in touch.
II Arthur
The Camelot tale is a wonderful fable,
And King Arthur and knights were all equally able,
But had trouble deciding
Just who was presiding
When no one could sit at the head of the table.
III The Emperor (the one with the new clothes)
The vain Emperor was pleased, as he gazed in the glass,
At how well his new trousers conformed to his ass.
The fabric, so sheer,
With one crease in the rear,
And the "zipper" in front, though demure, was pure class.
It’s harder to bleed when blood is gone
What’s greed with the line money’s on/
Will it run up on someone’s lawn/
Or try and take from your spawn/
Then act like nothing was wrong/
The track they’re taking is long/
When that feeling is an old song/
As you’re turning the tables around/
Just gas and keep burning fables down/
Outlast and be learning angles they’ll surround/
Outcast to be free and yearn for an angels sound
Once we were lovers,
now separate tables.
Once we were reality,
now we are fables.
(January 05, 2022)
I own a rooster
live on a farm
the animals vote
I am simply caretaker
Under my farm
there is a huge bunker
a thousand men in uniform
systems, equipment and missiles
I am simply caretaker
pouring rooibos tea for no one
but me.
the high whistle would not
be a sound
if it was all alone.
still, i set out three florid cups —
to gratify Lily-Bell and Thistledown.*
the fairies love the blue rose
and butterfly inside
my fine porcelain.
later, I shall set aside
the Flower Fables*
and long stem conversation.
i shake out the welcome mat
with all its earthly problems
and exact a calligraphic invitation.
i lay down the sublime —
it waits for your shoes
teeny or otherwise
and silver wings
golden halo
fairy dust.
that’s you because i say so
it’s been too long —
even a day, without you!
3/16/2020
*Flower Fables by Louisa May Alcott
Grateful for the old one’s tales,
Admiration and love in their lore.
Gleaned delicately in orange glow.
Natural extension of campfire magic.
Love crackling through hot popping embers.
Degenerates & subjugates
Nothing really deteriorates
Living life in magenta & chartreuse
Trying to cover over the bruises
Inflicted by white lies
Negating the ending
For the sake of feeding
The all encompassing
Heartfelt alibis
Recounting storybook fables
Resounding through the Taj Mahal
Told underneath the kitchen table
Heard through the majestic macaw
Throwing stones at the glass ceiling
We call self help, we call healing
Writing secrets in the sand
Hoping one day they'll understand
Regenerate & propagate
We stand at heavens gate
Waiting to be let in
Lets hope our holiness outweighs our sins.
What are our millennium fables?
Women keep giving each other labels,
No harmony for our ecology,
An alliance should be our synergy,
No accountability for the economy,
No wise leaders to steer us to unity,
Century's getting older, folks!
Any teamwork to cast off these yokes?
Symbiosis should aim at harmony,
Let's pray for millennium synergy!
And we became the layer of voices
With engineered precision ripples
And auto-tuned echoes
And though many who bow blindly
In the sanctuaries of their own belief system
Would sometimes rationally scrutinize
And disqualify the sacraments of others
Truth would always appear obvious
On fables rather than reflections
Fables etch their values upon young minds.
Then, society unfolds.
whispering low tides
lunar fables washed ashore
articulate waves
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For Rauls "reflections" contest!
Put loving labels,
On all my tables,
Fables are fine for fun,
But no life is won.
Love, is by breath bequeath,....................................(Genesis 2:7)
By God to guest,
Receives the best,
By which they manifest.
Into life may the guest bequeath,
This not unusual request,.....................................................................(Romans 12:1-3)
God’s very best,
Love’s action as life. ..............................................................................(1 John 4:7-8)
Void mind’s strife,
Lovingly love in life.
By love, avoid strife,
Cuts as a knife,
Your life. Read Hebrews 8:10,....................(The third covenant of your perfection.)
Begin again,
The heart to gen,
Love again.
Love is written in the heart,
Life cannot be lived apart!!
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