i.
like a genii released from a bottle
I pranced around in my all together
feeling a mirth I never feel during a waking moment
Dali surreal, and eager to begin my fantasy
ii.
spirit guide was being lambasted by my committee
why can you not control that one? They asked
forgetting I am the boss of me
and lithium does not settle me down
iii
dog dreams of happier days
before her arthritis
when she could chase the cat chasing a mouse
she smells the grass in her sleep
iv.
monsterously dark entity tries to interrupt
hoping to lead me down the demonic path
feeling a certainty I am close now
v.
from my perch on the ceiling
I see a body lying on the bed
wondering who is next to my dog
she is almost ready my spirit guide whispers
devil and she begin wrestling over my silver cord
Categories:
genii, death, self,
Form: Free verse
Scrambling onto the rich green and purple magic carpet,
I waited in eager anticipation, for her golden threads fascinated me.
“Quiet!” the pirate king cautioned.
Reading mirth in my mind?
I turned and smiled.
The carpet started off, and I promptly sat.
I grabbed the genii’s leg as I fell and he smacked me.
“Sit down!” the genii told the Pirate King.
Pirate King laughed.
He was not used to orders.
He fell off twice.
The first time we swooped down and saved him.
I imagine he thought we would do it again,
but we didn’t.
I stared at genii.
No worries, he told me. I will turn him into an eagle,
and he did.
Categories:
genii, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Narrative
The Smallness of things
There are not many elephants left on the savanna
Near the houses graceful nature has made them
Smaller with tusks not bigger than an oxen`s horn
And can hide in the bushes or look like a tree if
People come near.
They are hunted by people who would like
To have an elephant`s head on the wall.
With so many humans being killed everywhere
Why should I care about elephants, it is just they
Are my friends and when leaning against a tree
That is an elephant’s flank there is a contact
Between us and an understanding that we are
Both a dying breed, like tigers and lions
Cute Vietnamese pigs and flying genii that will you
No harm, it is not it’s their fault having black wings
And screams as when a barrel bomb hits its target
Startled I wake up and there is blood on the carpet.
Categories:
genii, hilarious, holiday, horror, humanity,
Form: Blank verse
close by our trembling river
niger saw her full teeth-clenche’d
that unseen fear-springing genii
the fear of many a nation
she came to whisk her away
her entry, un-nois’d, her steps
un-notic’d - she appears at the
door-post, the river-banks
where a thousand maidens
danced unseen she appears!
mother made the scream -
with her maidens, she’s gone!
Categories:
genii, death, funeral,
Form: I do not know?