Rumple Stein lit a single
flickering candle, casting
long, spooky shadows across
the cold stone walls.
"High upon the jagged cliffs
stands the forgotten castle of
Blackwood," he told the
shivering children.
"Inside its drafty halls roams
Grimtooth, an evil ghoul with
glowing green eyes and
razor- sharp claws."
The wind roared outside,
rattling the windows as if
Grimtooth himself were
trying to break inside.
He glides through the castle
dungeons, searching for
intruders who dare to touch
his cursed silver."
Suddenly, a low, scraping
sound echoed from the
fireplace, making the children
jump in terror.
"If he catches you, Rumple
Stein whispered, leaning
close, "he freezes you into a
solid stone statue!"
He mimicked a frozen face,
his arms locked stiffly in the
air, making the kids gasp
loudly.
"Only the bravest souls can
outsmart his traps and
escape the castle before the
morning sun."
With a sudden POOF, Rumple
Stein blew out the candle and
laughed, "Sleep tight, little statues!"
my greens want to sleep
a screaming internal clock
i resume slumber
Glowing green-eyed faerie of spring woods of the west
Your blue hair and tiny horns standing up to every test
I watch you from the coziness of my warm sparrow nest.
Loving you as much as blue jay or little robin red breast.
Envy the green eyed monster
can be harnessed to achieve a goal
I currently have a want for fitness
it's eluded while my life was on hold
So I am mustering up my health
and working on my stamina
And feeding up my ego
because in the end its chutzpah thats its anima
You have to attack with vigor
and have a plan you adjust along the way
You have to be single minded
and self congratulate to make it stay
For envy does not really serve
and it can actually deflate your cause
Because you don't ask for advice
and align with those who have achieved what you want
For those that have blazed those trails
can tell you their recipe
It may be the thing you can exactly do
or it may be an energetic zing
But use your emotional energy
to fuel your restless tide
And keep an open mind
and move ahead with pride
Turn Envy the Green Eyed Monster to you can do this!! You can! - Artimus (C) Susan Manley 3/11/24 8:43AM
In winter’s grasp, an aging woman stands
Emerald eyes like jewels gleam
Slightly touched by the passing of time
But a lifetime etched 'pon her wrinkled hands.
Her pressured youth has long passed
Yet grace and compassion are retained
Wisdom gained through joys and tears
Reflected in those eyes pine-green untamed
Shamrock eyes, deep stories they hold
Many sheltered secrets remain
Tales of love and loss will forever bind
Her heart to truth that is tamed
Behind those eyes, a universe unfolds
A journey filled with triumph, joy and fears
Like ancient trees, their roots forever hold
Essence of her dreams throughout the years
Love at first sight ,hiding secret desires late into the night .....
love is allowed , why aren't you wearing a crown.....
Tell me why, why you don't stick around.....
instead of feelin' pain, tryin' not to complain.....
Lettin' time drift by, sittin' out in the rain.....
with no one to tell ,of five silver bells ,ringing through the night .....
It's love at first sight , my green eyed long legged delight
Willikers the talking green eyed cat
Was stalking a mole, a worm and a rat.
That mole is truly weird, said a watching gnat
Willikers rolled her eyes, she did not like this brat.
Grotesque Gimply the Green Eyed Witch
Was trying to rake her hair without a twitch.
Tangled burrs and fleas made her skull itch.
We watched in silence, myself and Fitch.
Fitch is the cat with who knows the switch.
For Grotesque Grimply can be a rather mean witch.
I sat in the dark, hiding away in the pitch.
The silent bat, who understands her niche.
She has the greenest eyes I have ever seen.
She came out of the water with skin a lovely sheen.
She is the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen.
I did not know how to believe my young cousin Keen.
Wait until you see her, he assured me. You will see….
She is the queen of the ocean, entirely lovely.
I watched the waters, hoping his tale would be….
True, for I love the idea of a mermaid living in the sea.
I gave it a week, but then I ran out of time.
I wanted to see her rise from the ocean’s slime.
If wishes could have made it so, I certainly would have seen.
The green-eyed mermaid told to me by my cousin Keen.
Two lovers smitten, cruel sister bitten
by envy, her tantrum, a spell newly written
‘This shall be so, when next they shall meet
His one desire, to roast her and eat
One empty flagon, then the unwary
He shall be dragon, she shall be fairy
Monster shall never know love with a sprite
Dragon shall see her as supper this night
Their love shall falter and she’ll be his snack
And he shall be mine when I change him back
For he shall think twice ’fore next time he picks
A lover whose sister is this dark witch.’
And yet in spite of her cruel drunken night
At first light those lovers shared their first flight
One dragon, one fairy, neither was prey
For true love it seems shall find its own way
1 November 2021
Contest: Rhyme Me A Poem 2 (based on image 1)
Sponsor: Eve Roper
The darling green-eyed cat from Kalamazoo
Was plotting the death of me and you.
She looked unassuming and sweet and mild.
But she could have eaten a newborn child.
Her eyes are mesmerizing people often said.
Don’t look too closely I cautioned, or you’ll be dead.
They thought I was kidding and laughed themselves silly.
But I am serious; you can ask my Great Uncle Billy.
He used to date a green-eyed cat from Kalamazoo.
She took him for every penny and took his house too.
She looked unassuming, a delicate delectable flower.
But he soon found out she was full of woman power.
Envy is a green-eyed monster
wrote Shakespeare and Ovid
You think they were jealous
~ of the appearance of covid?
Have you climbed to the top
of your little mountain,
only to find others
looking down
From heights far above you
that unable to climb,
you turn a blind eye
to the ground
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
The enormously fluffy green-eyed cat loved tonight better than others.
She would sit silently watching the trick-or-treaters and their mothers.
Sometimes to scare a little human, she would open her laziest eye.
And stare them into scared silence, sometimes summoning a tiny sigh.
They would be mesmerized by her mystical power, and keep it quiet.
If you are not a magical fluffy green-eyed cat, you dare not try it.
She sits at the far side of the porch, away from jack-o-lantern’s light.
Scaring tiny children into stupefied silence on Halloween night.
I know about this cat, for I was one of those children she used to scare.
But when I got older, I became a witch, and rode a broom in the air.
The old witch died. Because I had impressed her, she left me this cat.
She is all about Halloween, appearing every year next to my witch hat.
Green eyed witch in Christmas colors, with a whimsical smile.
My idea takes off and runs forward, skipping, dancing, doing cartwheels.
As usual.
I give the witch two familiars, for one did not seem like enough for that face.
The canvas still looks barren, so I throw in a moon, stars, a broom, houses.
Busier now, which makes me happy.
I become even more joyful as I add color. Painting is my favorite thing to do.
Hot pink shoes! The witch directs me.
I do not see why not.
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