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In a fog invested swamp a witch call on hell.
The natural rhythm of the swamp is silenced.
A demon has appeared.
Moving shadows and unnatural light encloses
the small home in an unholy bubble.
Moaning wood announces the creature's invasion.
The witch's heavy breath.
Her breath is visible despite the heat.
The devious beast's sickly color eyes watch the
escaped slave.
Surely revenge is what she seeks, and it is willing
to make a deal.
A trick is played and the demon passes out.
Becoming alert, the demon finds the slave
over it with a magical knife.
The witch slices flesh from bone,
Pouring clean water onto the table,
Washing away sour-smelling blood.
Its mouth sealed closed with thread soaked
in anointment oil.
Slices of flesh marinate in red wine.
The wine is purging the demons stench.
Eyes full of sickly fury, the demon questions
the slave with forced upon silence.
The witch smiles and plucks out its eyes.
It knows it is mostly bones now.
"You'll be the ninth demon I've eaten;
As I am Pryde, the demon eater."
The demon is turned into gumbo.
Brown eyed girl "seems to be playing every place
Always takes me back to that soft beautiful face
The eyes that simply make your heart melt
A smile that shows just how wonderful she felt
On this woman I'd surely bet
She'd be the best a man could get
Only knowing her from the TV screen
To many that might not mean a thing
Yet she's a guest and friend sitting next to me
In her words there is so much to see
She can be silly or very bright
That depends on how she feels that night
She welcomes many with open arms
No need for her to ever put on the charm
Second nature to her it just seems to be
Her giggles send a smooth easy feeling right through me
And of course let's not forget the bar
Where the goodie box and all of her friends are
I guess what I am trying to say
Is you've made a friend til my very last day
If you ever want to chat or talk for a spell
I am here or you could call me as well
So won't you please smile big tonight
You have friends and everything will be alright!
An Uncle charlie Original
© 2011 unclecharlie
Come sit with me
As muse moves writes,
Truth and beauty
Frame words I cite.
Amuse my mind
As heart fronts feel,
Abide deep finds
As words can heal.
Come let me know
A certain way,
Cast and face show
Poise in fond play.
A touch sums lot
In succinct proof,
Feel flavours thought
In plain old truth.
Come to my aid
Dear soul unseen,
Words do get paid
From chimes within.
Align my heart
To cherish soul,
Word sculptures art
In a warm whole.
Come be my guest
As wordplay brisk,
Prize in full fest
Is nicely crisp.
Attest due rhymes
In sensuous brief,
Adjust to chimes
Through joy and grief.
Come let us see
The poise of choice,
Words in clear spree
Can channel voice.
Abide deep grace
As seasons change,
Watch time and space
Echo new range.
Leon Enriquez
23 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
The heebie-jeebies came by to play.
I promptly shooed them straight away.
Come on they said as they jiggled and jived.
But my long-awaited guest had just arrived.
Hey! What is happening? She asked with pure happy.
It’s the heebie-jeebies, kind of fun and sappy.
I recognize them now! She said as she began to dance.
We have them back home in England, Spain and France.
We danced down the sidewalk, onto the round moon.
We boogied so hard, my chest began to quake and swoon.
Heebie-jeebies said “Hey, folks, let’s go to Saturn!”
We shimmy shook; a pretty sweet dancing pattern.
Another dancer asked, “Are we limited to one universe now?”
Heebie-jeebies said “Come. You’ll think this is a wow!”
We jiggled our keisters all the way to another galaxy.
This is how dynamically persuasive Heebie-Jeebies can be!
Torrid sunshine blisters reign on pavement,
that colour coded coffee stain slipway,
bearer of insole-laden footwear,
open source channel for glib hot air calculus from starchy social climber, stock market drivel flies off tongue,
strolling human morph blasé with pin pad digit as foundation.
Monumental science, deep seat hi tech driver,
gigabyte trencherman data daze diet.
Brain spur gourmet chew astride.
Former high school swot an Eiffel Tower skyline ace thrust upon a thrill weaver gold rush,
never found but one can always dream.
YouTube zeitgeist earthling
has this inner sense of being from another planet,
this quaint fast lane time zone voyageur.
Like house trained pets they watch their owner grudgingly abandon sham control.
Wafer thin leash a scrimshaw ornament.
The plot thickens but somehow comes undone,
bit part player yearns holistically for untangled bits with interlocking act,
in depth scene dialogue now bill topper if only it would last.
They long for blue flag coast escape,
homely hide out guest house fringe found loitering perniciously or otherwise.
Birdhouse green leaf copycat
assembly for well intentioned like minds that rarely think alike unless it suits.
Caught between ephemeral impasse and amber moon orb dalliance, their noble quest waylay but an out of date signage in urgent need of reinvention.
Seeing as I live here
(I say this not in jest),
remember this is my domain,
and you are just a guest.
There is a possibility
that's fairly safe to predict:
you will definitely be sniffed
and probably be licked.
(Deal with it.)
It is not my problem
if you're a crusty grouch;
if you don't like cat hairs,
stay off the gosh darn couch!
To you I am the cat,
but here I am the baby.
If I'm in a pleasant mood,
I'll let you pet me. Maybe.
Here they like me more
than they like most people;
this, of course, makes perfect sense:
I am the queen - so regal.
They really, really love me;
they're only friends with you.
And now if you'll excuse me,
I have a toy mouse to chew.
My father raised roses from the very root
they grew in straight, taunt, magnificent shoots.
They stretched high determined to touch the sky’s very brink
in blooms of mammoth reds, whites, yellows and pinks.
They caught the eye with scented perfumed fragrance
that aroused the senses of every passers glance.
Long stemmed, petal laden tight budding beauties
that swayed rhythmically in the wind as if by duty.
Sightseers awed as nature’s bounty prevailed
and he pruned and tended them each day without fail.
They gave him both joy and pleasure,
a satisfaction he found nothing else could measure.
In his garden he kept his dreams in secret quiet solitude
strengthened by persistence and tenacity imbued.
In his heart lay some inner deeper beauty flowing
from the scented rose to a hidden unknowing
that would be forever him.
I went by the house today
so many years after he had passed away.
Everything was changed, not a rose or bush to spare,
and the garden - it was no longer there.
Only with my eyes tightly closed
could I see and recall the beauty of the rose.
The saying then is true for all women and men
you never can go home again.
Everything changes and passes into time,
for a moment, brief as it was, I saw it in my mind.
I saw him - just as I remembered, in his element, well and alive
tending each bud and blossom where he once thrived.
I wanted to embrace, wrap him close against my breast
but the vision was his and I was but a guest.
For you Pop, Dec.27th, 1983
Memories lie strewn like scented petals
Emitting sweet fragrance, they tickle my senses,
Taking me to the time, when after a long wait
We got a gift overdue, lifting our joy to excesses.
Into our nest a birdie came, tender and treasured,
Chirping incessantly, making our dusky days bright
My first born, a baby boy, a late arrival
Who altered my life and made me soar like a kite.
Another came after three years,
As a late-night guest, giving us added joy
Excitedly we watched our little boys run and play
As our house rang loud with laughter and cry.
Elder one was bossy, still they were true brothers
Grew up to be our pride and joy, bringing cheer
No noisy brawl as the younger was obliging
They rarely quarrelled, preferred to be together
The ash laden cinders of our heart blazoned with our sons’ arrival
The elder one was hyperactive and was quite inquisitive
He would ask- “Why rain always falls down and never goes up”
Questions- making the answers less by definitive.
Once when l was holding the little one in my hands
The elder asked- “Of the two, who do you love more”
I could see a trace of sibling jealousy flashing on his face
I fell silent, but knew it was a question I couldn’t ignore
Drawing him closer, after a pause, I answered
You both have place in my heart that no one can take
When you win, my heart sings in joy, when you fall
I come to lift you, when misbehave, my heart, you break.
If you stay a sweet child as you are now,
My heart will have equal space for you and your brother
With all doubts cleared, I saw a glitter glimmer in his eyes
He nestled closer, with no more fears to bother.
.
in frosty winter I visited my son in sunny California!
met Merlin, an unexpected, but very special guest,
perched right on top of his desk, watching master diligently,
checking the computer screen often for meeting updates.
"who is this friend - chubby ball of grey fur?"
it was love at first sight …
he is soft and fluffy like a cloud,
cutest thing in the world, but very serious,
pretending to be a real computer expert!
in a few days it didn't take long to figure out,
who really the master is! unmindful owner
often too busy, forgets and skips his meals,
but Merlin keeps purring "meow" until his mission is complete.
the engrossed owner never remembers it's time
to take a well-deserved break, rest or an hour of sleep,
Merlin acts as his worrying mother from far,
with constant meows…no matter deadlines to keep!
Merlin is definitely the perfect company to watch soccer,
he would cast his spell for master's favourite team to win,
I genuinely wondered... is the Wizard of King Arthur back
to Silicon Valley, or an angel in disguise, for my child, indeed!
Notes: Merlin is a mythical figure prominently featured in the legend of King Arthur and best known as a magic man, among his various other roles (Wikipedia)
When those in this nation, cling to a non-diverse attitudes,
hatred finds fertile ground to grow.
It whispers into the cracks of unity.
And becomes the persecutor,
circling us like shadows at dusk.
Too often, we let it linger,
We welcome it, invite it in—
an unwelcome guest.
Seated at the table of humanity.
And so, it festers.
Hatred feeds on our silence,
untold truth.
Strengthening through fear
creeping through the doors,
left Ajar.