Under Ocean swimming creatures !
Running on clash and collision
between all preys and predators
Under Ocean.
Wonder ! Beyond human vision :
Ocean shows fantastic features.
Real : No fantasy - fiction !
In Ocean first life to venture !
Sea life continues extension.
Aqua realm owned by Nature
Under Ocean.
Walking down a street alone;
You feel a coldness in your bones.
Leaves falling to the ground;
Behind your back a creepy sound.
Crows, owls and scary things;
Make you fear and go insane.
You walk much faster and then you run;
Begging for a rising sun.
Within your sight you can’t believe;
A nightmarish figure from your dreams.
Blood, gore and then the screams;
The Night Of Halloween.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
AH
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
“RUN”
Murphy is loving her reading tower of books.
Adventures, biographies, and suggestions to cooks.
Home improvements, that she will never do.
Mysteries, picture books, and Manga too.
folktales, fantasy, fiction and non-fiction galore.
All Murphy can say is, "Please bring me more!"
Riding the Luna moth to rainbow town, way off the ground.
She pirouettes, she hops, and she spins me around.
Are we fantasy, fiction or fully alive and true? I ask.
She says, “Does it matter?” and I drink from my flask.
I am loving today; it has begun so incredibly well.
If this is death, I certainly have not gone to hell.
Is it heaven? Or Nirvana? Or Never-Never-Land?
Up ahead I see a motley pirate band.
Do you feel lucky? The moth asks me in a weird way.
My eyelids flutter hard as I wake up at the break of day.
I close my eyes tight, trying to get back to my dream.
But my soul is planted hard now, gone is the moonbeam.
Above a great big sea of blue,
I saw a dragon, and he flew
while breathing fire into the air.
He saw our ship, and this I swear:
with claws he broke our ship in two.
How sharp those claws! How mean was he!
My shipmates fell into the sea.
How awful were their frightful screams.
I hear them still inside bad dreams
and see them drowning in debris.
From Hell I think that monster came.
I watched our sinking ship – aflame.
But luckily I never drowned.
I drifted till a beach I found.
The lone survivor I became.
Like Robinson Crusoe was I.
To stay alive I aimed to try.
For days, for weeks, then months and years
till I had used up all my tears,
I truly thought alone I’d die.
But oh, my goodness, one sweet day
a friendly dolphin came my way.
Upon his back he let me ride.
Dear friends, the good Lord DOES provide
though five long years I’d had to stay!
I’d prayed and prayed, and now I’m well,
back home and with this tale to tell.
Although I’m saved and so relieved,
my tale by no one is believed.
I hope that dragon’s back in Hell!
July 3, 2022
For Tall Tales 3: Quintilla Fantasy Fiction Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
Unaware of life ahead tough,
captured youth as a fleeting stuff.
Dreams reflected from mirror glass,
life promised a future of class,
nothing less would define enough.
Through troubled times I travelled far,
dragging life with burnt dreams’ deep scar.
Twilight gleamed the mountain unique,
I was far away from the peak,
failed life looked like a fading star.
When time for the sun to set came,
searched for the lost face in mind’s frame,
but it was smeared by harsh time’s dust.
Life’s false promises were unjust,
a deformed being I became.
______________
June 22, 2022
Syllable count : 8 per line
Checked at howmanysyllables.com
Rhyme checked at RhymeZone.com
Contest : Tall Tales 3 : Quintilla Fantasy Fiction
Sponsored by : Jeff Kyser
Waking, I heard a lovely song.
Somehow, the music didn't belong.
Bell-like in tone, to softly please.
Perhaps was only summer's breeze.
Dreamlike music, not lasting long.
I opened blinds and there, askew
pocket-size fairies spritzing dew.
Midst them smiled a green leprechaun.
Their tiny laughter welcomed dawn--
wee pixies only rainbows knew.
Sun starts its rise and day begins.
Their music stops, their graceful spins.
Quickly, they leave in group as one.
In dawns, I search; in wind they've gone.
They filled my dreams with violins.
Originally submitted January, 2022
Totally rewritten June 13, 2022
for Tall Tales Three Fantasy Fiction Contest
by Jeff Kyser
5th place
A wasp invited me to brunch
Very naïve, I had no hunch
I thought a mimosa quite nice
So I didn’t even think twice
That I might be the wasper’s lunch.
I wore a flimsy silk zinger
No protection from his stinger
What was I thinking, after all,
That bee displayed plenty of gall
I knew enough not to linger.
Just my luck, I got distracted
When wasp, his stinger, impacted
Leaving a welt across my arm
At first, I thought no great alarm
My blood he blithely extracted.
How could I have been so stupid
Without batting of my eyelid
I agreed to brunch with a wasp
Without considering the cost?
Next time I’ll get a second bid!
SIXTH PLACE WINNER
Written June 7, 2022
Entered "Tall Tales 3 Quintilla Fantasy Fiction" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jeff Kyser
I’m a midnight cat, by the name of Obsidian,
eyes golden by candlelight; by day they’re viridian.
As I lay here among my Mistress’s great books,
I am wondering what, for my supper, she’ll cook?
Mistress is a Seer, a Shaman, a Mage and
these books contain magic, spells upon every page.
This map too, is magic, it charts her course;
and shows her every single, natural resource.
For she gathers her herbs and plants for her magic;
to run out of these, for her, would be tragic.
She keeps everyone well, in our kingdom you see;
she even cures folks with extracts from trees!
You see, Nature provides, everything that we need;
though science won’t admit that better medicines, natural be.
There’s Digoxin from Foxglove and Aspirin from Spirea,
Ephedrine from Ephedra, it comes from various wild areas.
Once a nasty old doctor from a neighboring town,
tried hard to stop her from curing our Crown;
she concocted a potion from nature’s best weeds,
now that doctor, for her potions, pays money and pleads.
3-28-2022
Black Cat Poetry Contest
Robert James Liguori
This is not that cheesy falling for yourself motivation
It’s not that deep message where you need validation
It’s me wanting to feel affection and appreciation
I don’t need it to be instilled in perfection,
No, I don’t want that Disney fantasy fiction
I’m in need of love, I need that connection
Archimedes slipped in the shower
Diogenes drowned in a barrel
Thor shook in his thunder
Ariadne lost her thread
Pinocchio had a broken nose
Rapunzel sported a wig
The Little Prince had no transport
Aladdin no fuel left in the lamp
Spinoza bereft of lenses to grind
Descartes left without doubt
Socrates no market place
Plato caved into shadows
Sleeping Beauty with insomnia
Cinderella barefoot forever
Little Suck-a-thumb had a thimble
Jonny looked into a looking glass
1984 was mere fantasy fiction
A Brave New World had courage
My Lord had run out of flies
The Never Ending Story stopped
What if the planet was flat and politicians told the truth
Jesus played Balderdash with Mohammed and Siddhartha
The rising sun set in the East by a pot of tarred rainbows
I would still love you to the moon and beyond my princess
Go to the end of the earth as long as you will hold my hand
28th November 2019
Like a constellation of shining stars
The two of us from a cluster afar
Destined to meet and cross in life
Girl meets boy becomes his wife
The magic begins with just one kiss
A wonderful touch of heavenly bliss
This special love makes two become one
A beautiful friendship has just begun
We were two shining stars out for the night
When we first met there was explosion of light
Now we’re sharing our dreams together
Blazing through life and all sorts of weather
These beautiful stars have just begun
Their romance shining under the sun
Now they have a house and child
This new little star so tender and mild
© Copyright KC.Leake
28th September 2015
All Rights Reserved
Fantasy fiction
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