Long Midden Poems
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A scream woke those in the belfry,
a scream from a maiden fair
from death she awoke in the temple
from death and none were there.
All alone, all alone, all alone……
Shrouded she’d laid ‘pon altar of bone,
deep in a dream dark repose,
startled awake by a Godly light,
startled awake she rose.
Tear drenched, she ran from sanctuary,
up the belfry stairs so steep.
Stout souls stirred from their slumbering
as, on did the fair maid weep.
New to Realm, she had gone unbidden,
to the guild of Rising Moon;
through darkened paths across the midden,
beneath a blood red moon.
To a maze, full of wanderlust,
She’d trespassed and she must go!
“Trespasser!” said the Mad Mage Cyferous
as he places a bolt in bow.
“But where?” said the maid
to the mad mage.
“But where? I’m lost and alone.”
“Just GO!” said he, raising cross bow high,
“Just GO! Just GO! Just GO!”
Struck down like a doe in moonlight.
to long had she tarried there;
for the bolt took flight ended her life,
in a torrent of auburn hair.
All alone, all alone all alone……
Who is that ambling up the lane
With woolly wherewithal?
Few would bother to explain
An aimless animal.
But that's no common woolmonkey
Seeking out the truth
Deductions elementary:
It's Sherlock Sheep, the sleuth.
Sometimes you may not know he's there
Behind cunning disguise
A woolly mind is brought to bear
In cutting through the lies
The daft sheep form you see by day
Is just another ruse
Whilst eating through a flower display
He's searching after clues
A murder in the midden
Or a stabbing by the stye
A trespasser unbidden
Or crop circles in the rye
All puzzles for the intellect
But have no fear of doubt
The woolly noggin shall detect
The sheep will work it out
He may be here, he may be there
He may be with the flock
No tell tale trace betrays just where
The sheep who's named Sherlock
But when dire duty comes to call
You'll find him there in place
A comfort to be felt by all:
The sheep is on the case
Upon poised to strike unsuspecting prey
oft times myself she doth cannibal eyes
everything her sight coalescing, whereby her
occipital orbs gleam fiery poker hot embers
ferocious roars of ear splitting hunger pangs
deafen wolf, and/or any other unlucky fauna
paralyzed with dreadfully locked fear petrified
helplessly frozen as unsung hero(ine) twists
and shouts out for Godzilla (lame rival) to
rescue potential bite size hors d'oeuvre
buzzfeeding bottomless pit always housing
an appetite for consumption ready to eat a
horse so be calf full if daring to spring syrup
rise visit here, thee veritable wasteland, who
never knows beastial fierce savagery lashes
out to buildon kitchen midden reminiscent of yore
or Mayan garden variety primitive culture steeped
in human/animal sacrifices, the above iterated
summary approximating quotidian battle to escape
by skin of teeth (er dentures) this hubby dodging
hither and yon (considerably lame version, sans
all around mulberry bush...), thus right now
temporarily holed up within a rock and hard
place, since wife snoozing away before she doth
wrest remains of day lumbering to satiate her never
ending capacity to sock away (more like vacuum
up) every creature great and small, whereby she
swells up easily mistaken for lead zeppelin (many
a previous halloween with little effort donning
herself Das Hindenburg erupting flames for added
The eastern seaboard
Of the United States
As the sisters three
Evil dictates
Population massed
As the floods rise
Lands disappearing
Is the earth in demise
In typical fashion
We fight amongst ourselves
For higher ground
A higher shelf
Woman and children
Allegedly first
Money changes
It's the size of the purse
The frenzy quietens
As the sisters appear
Dressed in death
Many thousands in fear
Families scatter
Trampled under
Human stampede
Bodies asunder
As they slaughter in spree
The government acts
Maybe this time
They will believe the facts
The NORAD Complex
In the Cheyenne Mountain
A solution in discussion
This time, one we can count on
Hidden in it's hangers
Are weapons so great
For these sisters three
Will learn their fate
Around the table
The orders are given
To save our planet
From it's impending midden
Three Kestrel fighters
From a war torn past
Will have on board
A lifeline to cast
On this morning of thought
Our pilots of thee
From our silo's launched
To protect the world from the three
Their Ritual in the Forest followed by The Three Events >
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A scream awoke those in the churchyard,
a mad scream from the maiden lain there
From death she awoke in the dark crypt
From cold death and so full of despair.
Shrouded she’d lain ‘pon altar of bone,
So deep in her dream darkened repose,
She was startled awake by a Godly light,
Sure ‘n startled by His light she so rose.
All alone,
All alone, all alone……
Tear drenched, she ran from sanctuary,
through the church up the stairs so steep.
Stout souls who had stirred from their slumbering
Rose up and listened, as on did the fair maid weep.
She bemoaned her roaming most unbidden,
toward the curs’d cross guild of the Moon;
through ash darkened paths ‘cross the midden,
she stumbled blind ‘neath a maudlin red moon.
In awe she entered the maze full of wanderlust,
She’d trespassed though to her ‘twas unknown
“Trespasser!” screeched the mad man so feverous.
As he wildly lifted his bolt to his longbow.
“You must go, NOW!
Go now, JUST GO!”
“But where?” said the wane wandering maid.
“Where shall go, I’m so lost and so alone?”
“Just GO!” said he, raising long bow high,
“Just GO! Just GO! Just GO!”
So, she was struck down in full moons light.
like a doe had she tarried to long their;
As the fletched bolt took flight and ended her life,
in a wild torrent of her auburn brown hair.
All alone, all alone all alone……
So, forewarned be thee in the full moons light
All forewarned so thee be though alone
N’er walk thee alone in the mad Moon’s maze
Or thee’ll be raised on an alter of bone.
When I was young, I'd a desire,
To fly beyond this earth, higher;
Where the sun never gets retire,
Blazing with his scorching fire;
It's paradise, indeed...!
It is where moon, at night, does shine,
Galaxy, to stars, chores assign;
Sky and clouds routine treaties sign,
Within their frontiers, to confine;
Each to other does heed...
For sometimes, I did keep hidden,
My desire, as though forbidden;
Mundane worries like waste-midden,
Covered me as though goal-ridden;
Stillness around does breed...
To my parents, friends, kith and kin,
As though, their objective, did win;
My vocation seemed to fill-in,
Professions, where I'd be kingpin;
My heart, in fear, did bleed...
I did oblige to their demands,
All, in elation, shook my hands;
Money though multiply like sands,
Could give happiness of all lands...?
I could never feel, freed...
It's, then I thought to dream again,
The dream of childhood, to regain;
Wild feeling of being in lane,
Of airy hosts, freed of all pain;
This should be my new creed...
I turn an astronaut, daring,
Loving the art of space-faring;
Daring to bear all ill-flaring,
Remain serene and forbearing;
Lo, herewith, I succeed...
22 April 2022
Tall Tales 2 Poetry Contest
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