Long poem by
Laura Loo | Details
Evening came and the Harvest Moon was about to rise,
little did Johnny know this night would bring him a surprise…
Johnny lived in a mushroom village with many folks just like him. He carried an over sized set of hands and feet. Johnny was a Fable Sapling. The adults were called Fable Elders. The legend was that the Fables large feet and hands were made from the god of Fist Paw. As he grew up his extremities grew to be ten feet long and eight feet wide. These were used to catch Rainicorns. They are rainbow colored unicorns. The more Ranicorns he caught the more power he had to freeze things. The Fables needed this power to chase away the evil Urchins who were born to destroy all of their kind. After the Fables catch the Rainicorns, they are set free to live as a regular unicorn. Not only did the Fables live in mushrooms they used them as a shield from the Harvest Moon.
The day arrived of the Harvest Moon. A night of lost Urchins lurking around the village searching for Fables to eat. If you eat a Fable Elder you gain powers of flying, freezing things and blowing up threats. Johnny had the power of premonition and nothing else. He had just caught a Rainicorn so now he held the power to freeze things. As the Harvest Moon started to rise Johnny had a premonition that the Urchins were on their way to destroy the village. He hurried to go tell the Elders but they were all too busy building a ramp for Papa Elder. Papa had been falling and is too old to walk on his own. He needed a flap belt to raise him and roll him up the ramp into his mushroom palace. Only Papa and Gramma Elder lived in the palace. Frantic, Johnny ran to the head Seer. He was the almighty powerful Guru Elder who was invincible and immortal. “Seer, Seer! You must help me!”, Johnny screamed. “The Urchins are after our village, what do I do? I need your help!” The Seer sat Indian style with his eyes closed. He saw the Urchins marching this way and spoke softly, “dear Sapling, only you hold the power to save the village. You alone carry many gifts beyond all others to create a world without the Urchins. Believe in yourself and find the truth behind your fear and you shall find freedom leading to a new world called Utopia.” Johnny stood there confused and thought, “hmm me? I will help save the village from the evil Urchins? How can this be?” After a few moments he looked at the Seer and said, “thank you almighty for your guidance and confidence in me.”
Johnny was walking and he looked up and saw the Harvest Moon rising higher over the village. His heart raced and his feet were so big he couldn’t run fast enough. Fables wonder why the god of Fist Paw gifted them these large feet and hands. After all, they seemed to be more of a nuisance. There was an Urchin coming towards Johnny. Instantly he threw out his hands of ten feet long and “BAM!” He froze him! Another Urchin rain towards him. “BAM!” Johnny froze him too! He only had a few moments before they would unfreeze. He panicked. He feared the worst. His freezing powers were used up and he had nothing left but the power of premonition. He closed his eyes and saw a Rainicorn flying towards him! After opening his eyes there it was ready to help the Sapling. His large hands reached and wrapped themselves around it and a shocking light of a rainbow colored aura flew from the Rainicorn into Johnny’s hands. Johnny was grateful but thought, “yes, I can freeze the Urchins but how will I destroy them?” The unicorn trotted away into the night.
Back at the village the Elders knew of the threat. They could smell the Urchins and followed the scent ending up where Johnny was. Only Papa Elder could help now but he was so frail. Gramma flew back to the village strapped Papa onto her waist and flew them both back to the outskirts of the village. They landed safely and Papa was placed gently on the ground. They heard, “BOOM CRASH BAM!” the Urchins unfroze and war began. The Fables were freezing and flying everywhere! It was so chaotic Johnny feared for all their lives. He looked up and the Harvest Moon was just about fully risen and screamed to Papa, “PAPA! Look out the Harvest Moon is risen!” Just then Papa reached his ten foot hand out towards Johnny and Johnny stuck his big toe out and pointed it at the Harvest Moon. The connection of the two made a red and yellow lightning flash. “ZIP!” The lightning reflected off the Harvest Moon and shot at all the frozen Urchins and they blew up before all the Fable’s eyes! The Harvest Moon had been the only way to save the village after all! Papa knew this all along. The Seer had warned him when he was just a wee Sapling himself. Every one cheered with excitement all the Urchins were finally gone! They could go on living with their new lives of fearless peace. They must have been awake until three in the morning.
The next morning Johnny woke up. He was so shocked! His hands and feet were the normal size of a human! He walked outside and there were no more Rainicorns either. Just then all the Fables ran together and everyone in the village turned into humans! Johnny was still a little boy and Papa was still old and fragile, but nonetheless, they were human now. Johnny ran to talk to the Seer and he was nowhere to be found. Just then he found a note with his name on it. It read, “Dear Sapling, if you’re reading this then that means you’ve defeated the Urchins and you no longer need me. I was only here for a short time. During your young life you have accomplished so much. I am proud of you. No words will express how grateful I am that you have given birth to a new world called Utopia. Be blessed, stay humble and live a life of joy and happiness. Love always, The Seer.” Johnny shed a tiny tear and smiled. He walked back to the village and thought to himself, “thank you god of Fist Paw for my gifts. They truly saved our village…"
We must use our blessed gifts for the greater good. Johnny lives in us all! Who knows we may save the world!
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Carl Halling | Details
I remember my cherished Wolf Cub pack,
How I loved those Wednesday evenings,
The games, the pomp and seriousness of the camps,
The different coloured scarves, sweaters and hair
During the mass meetings,
The solemnity of my enrolment,
Being helped up a tree by an older boy,
Baloo, or Kim, or someone,
To win my Athletics badge,
Winning my first star, my two year badge,
And my swimming badge
With its frog symbol, the kindness of the older boys.
I remember a child's West London.
One Saturday afternoon, after a football match
During which I dirtied my boots
By standing around as a sub in the mud,
And my elbow by tripping over a loose shoelace,
An older boy offered to take me home.
We walked along streets,
Through subways crammed with rowdies,
White or West Indian, in black gym shoes.
"Shuddup!" my friend would cheerfully yell,
And they did.
"We go' a ge' yer 'oame, ain' we mite, ay?"
"Yes. Where exactly are you taking me?" I asked.
"The bus stop at Chiswick 'Oigh Stree'
Is the best plice, oi reck'n."
"Yes, but not on Chiswick High Street,"
I said, starting to sniff.
"You be oroight theah, me lil' mite."
I was not convinced.
The uncertainty of my ever getting home
Caused me to start to bawl,
And I was still hollering
As we mounted the bus.
I remember the sudden turning of heads.
It must have been quite astonishing
For a peaceful busload of passengers
To have their everyday lives
Suddenly intruded upon
By a group of distressed looking Wolf Cubs,
One of whom, the smallest,
Was howling red-faced with anguish
For some undetermined reason.
After some moments, my friend,
His brow furrowed with regret,
As if he had done me some wrong, said:
"I'm gonna drop you off
Where your dad put you on."
Within seconds, the clouds dispersed,
And my damp cheeks beamed.
Then, I spied a street I recognised
From the bus window, and got up,
Grinning with all my might:
"This'll do," I said.
"Wai', Carl," cried my friend,
Are you shoa vis is 'oroigh'?"
"Yup!" I said. I was still grinning
As I spied my friend's anxious face
In the glinting window of the bus
As it moved down the street.
I remember a child's West London.
One Wednesday evening,
When the Pops was being broadcast
Instead of on Thursday,
I was rather reluctant to go to Cubs,
And was more than usually uncooperative
With my father as he tried
To help me find my cap,
Which had disappeared.
Frustrated, he put on his coat
And quietly opened the door.
I stepped outside into the icy atmosphere
Wearing only a pair of underpants,
And to my horror, he got into his black Citroen
And drove off. I darted down Esmond Road,
Crying and shouting.
My tearful howling was heard by Margaret,
19 year old daughter of Mrs Helena Jacobs,
Whom my mother used to help
With the care and entertainment
Of Thalidomide children.
Helena Jacobs expended so much energy
On feeling for others,
That when my mother tried to get in touch
In the mid '70s, she seemed exhausted,
And quite understandably,
For Mrs O'Keefe, her cleaning lady
And friend for the main part
Of her married life
Had recently been killed in a road accident.
I remember that kind
And beautiful Irish lady,
Her charm, happiness and sweetness,
She was the salt of the earth.
She threatened to ca-rrown me
When I went away to school...
If I wrote her not.
Margaret picked me up
And carried me back to my house.
I put on my uniform
As soon as she had gone home,
Left a note for my Pa,
And went myself to Cubs.
When Pa arrived to pick me up,
The whole ridiculous story
Was told to Akela,
Baloo and Kim,
Much, much, much to my shame.
I remember a child's West London.
The year was 1963, the year of the Beatles,
Of singing yeah, yeah, yeah in the car,
Of twisting in the playground,
Of "I'm a Beatlemaniac, are you?"
That year, I was very prejudiced
Against an American boy, Raymond,
Who later became my friend.
I used to attack him for no reason,
Like a dog, just to assert my superiority.
One day, he gave me a rabbit punch in the stomach
And I made such a fuss that my little girlfriend, Nina,
Wanted to escort me to the safety of our teacher,
Hugging me, and kissing me intermittently
On my forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks.
She forced me to see her:
"Carl didn't do a thing," said Nina,
"And Raymond came up and gave him
Four rabbit punches in the stomach."
Raymond was not penalized,
For Mademoiselle knew
What a little demon I was,
No matter how hurt
And innocent I looked,
Tearful, with my tail between my legs.
I remember a child's West London.
Copyright © Carl Halling | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Eve Roper | Details
A a big A little a
What words start with the letter A
Alligator, Airplane, Apple
The alligator sneaked into the airplane to eat an apple. Aa Aa Aa
B b big B little b
What words start with the letter B
Butterfly, Boy, Banana
A beautiful butterfly landed on the boy ’s nose while he ate a banana. Bb Bb Bb
C c big C little c
What words start with the letter C
Caterpillar, Candy, Car
I ate my sour caterpillar candy in the car. Cc Cc Cc
D d big D little d
What words start with the letter D
Dog, Doll, Donkey
The dog took off with my doll with the donkey chasing him. Dd Dd Dd
E e big E little e
What words start with the letter E
Elephant, Ear, Eye
The elephant touched his ear and eye with his trunk. Ee Ee Ee
F f big F little f
What words start with the letter F
Fish, Flower, Frog
The frog sat on the lily flower while the fish swam around the pond. Ff Ff Ff
G g big G little g
What words start with the letter G
Goat, Giraffe, Grasshopper
Billy goat runs and jumps on the giraffe’s back to chase the grasshopper. Gg Gg Gg
H h big H little h
What words start with the letter H
Hippopotamus, Heart, Hat
Harry the hippopotamus who has a big heart, wears his favorite hat. Hh Hh Hh
I i big I little i
What words start with the letter I
Inchworm, Iron, Ice cream
The inchworm stayed away because the iron was hot and the ice cream was cold. Ii Ii Ii
J j big J little j
What words start with the letter J
Jacket, Jeep, Jelly
I left my jacket in the jeep while I ate my jelly sandwich. Jj Jj Jj
K k big K little k
What words start with the letter K
Kangaroo, Key, Kitten
Lulu the kangaroo wore a key on a chain around her neck while she carried the kitten in her pouch. Kk Kk Kk
L i big L little l
What words start with the letter L
Lizard, Ladybug, Lego
Charlie the lizard stops to see the ladybug climb up the Lego. Ll Ll Ll
M m big M little m
What words start with the letter M
Monkey, Mouse, Moon
The monkey and mouse sitting on a tree limb together looking at the man on the moon. Mm Mm Mm
N n big N little n
What words start with the letter N
Nose, Nest, Nut
Nancy the squirrel put her nose near the nest to smell the nut at the bottom. Nn Nn Nn
O o big O little o
What words start with the letter O
Ostrich, Orange, Owl
The ostrich saw the orange and ran over and swallow it so he didn’t have to share with the owl. Oo Oo Oo
P p big P little p
What words start with the letter P
Pig, Pillow, Pumpkin
Piggy the pig lies on the pillow while he throws the pumpkin up in the air. Pp Pp Pp
Q q big Q little q
What words start with the letter Q
Queen, Quarter, Quail
The Queen of hearts threw a quarter in the air and a quail flew by and caught it. Qq Qq Qq
R r big R little r
What words start with the letter R
Rabbit, Roster, Rocket
The rabbit and the rooster took a rocket ride to visit the moon. Rr Rr Rr
S s big S little s
What words start with the letter S
Sun, Shovel, Snowman
The children played out in the sun using a shovel to make a snowman. Ss Ss Ss
T t big T little t
What words start with the letter T
Ticket, Table, Train
I left the ticket on the table for the train ride. Tt Tt Tt
U u big U little u
What words start with the letter U
Unicorn, Umbrella, Unicycle
The unicorn held an umbrella over his head so he wouldn’t get wet in the rain while riding his unicycle. Uu Uu Uu
V big V little v
What words start with the letter V
Violin, Vegetables, Vase
The musician played his violin as he watched the vegetables grow in the vase. Vv Vv
W w big W little w
What words start with the letter W
Watch, Watermelon, Wagon,
Watson looked at his watch to see if it was lunch time so he could eat his watermelon on the wagon. Ww Ww Ww
X x big X little x
What words start with the letter X
Xebec, Xylophone, X-ray,
The sailors on the xebec played the ping, ping, ping music on the xylophone while on their way to deliver an x-ray to Xavier. Xx Xx Xx
Y y big Y little y
What words start with the letter Y
Yarn, Yo-Yo, Yogurt
The yarn broke loose on the yo-yo when Billy was doing a trick and it flew into the yogurt. Yy Yy Yy
Z z big Z little z
What words start with the letter Z
Zebra, Zipper, Zoo
The zebra zipped up the zipper on his jacket when it got cold at the zoo. Zz Zz Zz
By: Eve Roper 8/19/2015
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Laura Loo | Details
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Once there was this little girl…
She had big doe brown eyes and a beauty mark on her upper right cheek. Her name was Ella Rose. One day she was walking down by the creek searching for her friendly frogs. Little did she know they were looking for her too! She didn’t see them anywhere and thought to herself, “Hmmm… I wonder where silly Squeaker and Scooter went?” She searched long and hard for her little guys.
While searching she stumbled upon a fluffy white bunny. “Oh my fluffy wuffy aren’t you the cutest bunny in the world!” Ella said as she slowly walked up to him hoping not to scare the hare. “What is your name? Is it fluffy? Because you are the fluffiest animal I’ve ever seen!” The bunny said, “my name is Lucky. I am sad today because I am lost far away from my home. Maybe you could help me?” “Of course I will!”, Ella said excitedly.
While approaching a forest it started to get cloudy in the sky. Grey clouds with no more sunshine to help lead Lucky back to his home. All of a sudden, “BOOM! BASH! BOOM!” the thunder was starting to roll in, which meant rain was on its way! “What should we do Ella? I’m so far away from home already and now I’ll never find my family!” Lucky shed a few tears when Ella said, “Oh Lucky it’s ok, don’t carry a frown on your face, I promise I will help you find your home as best as I can.” They started feeling tiny sprinkles of rain on their heads and shoulders. Oh no! It was raining! “Quick Lucky, follow me!” Lucky hurried over to her for shelter and she covered him with her jacket. Together they ran as fast as they could. All of a sudden Ella saw an old cabin towards the outskirts of the forest. “Come on Lucky, hurry it’s starting to lightening!” They finally made it through the door and found refuge.
After they walked in they both dropped on the floor from exhaustion and fear. “Whewwww…”, said Ella Rose, “that was a close one!”. “What should we do?” asked Lucky. Ella Rose pondered and pondered for a few seconds then she said, “I know! We should play a game!” Lucky said, “Cool! Can we play hopscotch? We can use chalk on the cement floor. I was born to hop and hop and hop!” Ella thought to herself…”hmmm…Is that really fair? He’s a bunny and he is way better at hopscotch than I will ever be. I wonder if he would like to play a rhyming game?” Ella said, “hey Lucky do you want to play a rhyming game?” “What’s that?”, Lucky said. “It’s a fun game my mommy made up when I was only 8 years old. First, I say a three words and you have to try to rhyme it with your own three words.” Lucky pondered and pondered. Finally, he said, “Wow that sounds like a lot of fun, let’s do it!!”
Ella took the first turn. “Ok, are you ready?” Ella’s first three words were, “I flew a plane”. Lucky immediately said, “I am insane”. Now it was Lucky’s turn. “do humans snore?” Ella shook her head up and down and said, “yes…on the floor!” Ella said, “you are funny!” Lucky said quickly, “Well…I’m a bunny!” They both laughed!
By the time the game was over the rain had subsided and the sun slowly peeked through the window. “Now is a good time to leave and go find your home”, said Ella. About twenty minutes later they walked past the creek again. I heard, “ELLA!! YAY WE FOUND YOU!!!” Ella said, “OH MY GOODNESS! SCOOTER AND SQUEAKER! I FINALLY FOUND YOU!!!” She picked them both up and jumped with excitement. Now she felt much better and could fully concentrate on finding Lucky’s home. All of a sudden they saw people walking towards them not too far behind the frogs. “She looks familiar”, Ella said. All of a sudden Lucky’s eyes got so wide, looking like his head would explode! “IT’S MY FAMILY!!”, screamed Lucky. He hopped as fast as he could and before you knew it he was in the arms of his favorite little boy Joey. Ella thought to herself, “hmmmm…they are not bunnies at all! They are humans!” She said, “I had no idea you actually meant your home was with a family of people, not bunnies!” Little Joey was crying and said, “Lucky, please don’t hop away ever again, I love you so much!” Ella said curiously to the mom, “you look so familiar to me. Do I know you?” The woman said, “Yes! The second I saw you I thought I knew you too! My name is Marie and you walk down to my pet store, Pet Haven, all the time for crickets for your froggies.” Just then it hit Ella. “Now I get it! Squeaker and Scooter went looking for me at your store. That’s when the frogs found out your family was already searching for your white fluffy wuffy bunny.” “Well isn’t it a small world!”, said Marie.
So after a long day of running, playing and searching, Lucky was finally home with his family. Ella too found comfort in finding her little guys.
From that day forward, Lucky, Ella, Scooter and Squeaker became friends. Ella walked up to Pet Haven at least three times a week and would hang out with Marie and play with all the little critters in her store. The frogs had a new favorite game…THE RHYMING GAME!!
“Hey Ella, don’t forget lucky!” Ella replied, “always stay plucky!”
Ella said loudly, “life is sure good, huh?!?” They played together all summer long...
***The word "PLUCKY" means brave***
Date Written: April 22, 2016
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Laura Loo | Details
Legend has it that six hundred years ago, lived a creature of the wild. His name was Talos. He held the strength of a bear yet wore the coat of a fox. He was deep orange in color and had two ivory stripes running down his back. He was known as being evil back in those days, but later we learned he wasn’t as evil as everyone thought. Talos had two friends. A black raven named Jack and mighty lion named Sero. All three of them got into so much trouble that they were banned from their home village named Bluebell.
It was one misty Saturday when the Talos, Jack and Sero decided to go on an adventure. They heard about a place deep in the woods where you could hunt for prey without worrying about King Titus punishing them. King Titus only allowed you to catch your prey for meals if you served him every day. He had the head of a wolf and the body of a bull. He was a hundred twenty-three years old and was very mean and crabby.
As they entered the deep woods they heard a loud crashing noise. “BOOM! BANG! BOOM!” They got really scared and feared for the worst. They had never left Bluebell before so they had no idea what they were in for. As they approached an old White Oak tree they saw something dark out of the corner of their eyes. It was a monstrous beast who looked like something they’d never seen before! He had five black horns on his head, sharp razor like teeth and claws at least two feet long. Fearing for their lives they started running away, even Jack flew as far and fast as he could! Unknowingly the beast was behind them, they stopped to take a deep breath. After a few moments, they heard the beast. They turned around and there he was right in front of them! Just then the beast spoke,
“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE COMING INTO
MY VILLAGE? WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO HUNT HERE!?!”
Talos looked at the beast with his voice shaking and answered,
“ssoorrry, siirr, wee were juust soo huunggryy and ffammishhed.”
The beast replied,
“NO ONE SHALL ENTER THESE WOODS EXCEPT ME.
I AM THE MASTER HERE AND YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED
TO HUNT HERE! NOW YOU SHALL BE PUNISHED FOR YOUR CRIME.”
The three of them were so scared they were
silent for a few moments. Then Sero spoke,
“whatever you need sir, we will do with much pleasure.”
Jack and Talos looked at him like he was crazy. All they wanted to do was get out of there and return to Bluebell where they belonged. But needless to say, they all followed the beast to his lodge where he lived. The beast made them cook him meals, shave his claws razor sharp and clean up after his servants. They were tired and still very hungry. The beast would not give them any food to eat either. They got very weak and tired and Talos laid down on the hard wood floor with discomfort. After nightfall when the beast was sound asleep they decided they were going to try to escape from the wicked woods they thought they’d find a good meal in. The beast was snoring so loud it shook the house. They knew it was the perfect time to run away. So, they quietly snuck out and tip-toed towards the front of the woods leading them to Bluebell. Even Jack flew very softly and quietly not wanted to wake the beast or leave his friends behind. He was a faithful raven for sure.
As they were on their journey back home they saw a dead deer laying on the ground. They finally had a meal! So, they all shared the meal and now they had much more strength to travel home. They finally reached Bluebell and guess who was waiting for them? King Titus! He actually got up off his thrown to catch them coming back to Bluebell. He was so angry and he screamed,
“YOU THREE SHALL BE BANNED FROM BLUEBELL FOREVER!
NEVER AGAIN SHALL YOU STEP FOOT IN THIS VILLAGE,
YOU HEAR ME? I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU! I NEVER
LIKED YOU THREE ANYWAYS, SO THIS WILL BRING ME MUCH
JOY TO SEE YOU GONE!”
Talos, Sero and Jack looked at each other. They actually fell into such relief that they would no longer have to live with such a dictator anymore! They said no words back to King Titus, just walked away smiling. But where were they going to live now? They spent an hour discussing where they would travel to next and decided to find a place beyond Bluebell. Somewhere peaceful where all creatures lived in harmony. Talos and Sero walked side by side with Jack flying over them. It was a sight to be seen. All three best friends would learn to live on their own and not worry about being punished for wanting to catch prey.
Legend has it that Talos, Sero and Jack found a new village to live in. It was full of emerald fields and creatures and animals ran freely. There was enough prey all around for them to survive there. The village was called, Rochester Hills. Never again would they have to worry about being scolded and told what to do. They built their own lodge to sleep in.
Is this story a legend or is it true to life?
A tale of mighty Talos, Sero and Jack-
They encountered so much hunger and strife,
and to Bluebell they never went back.
March 7, 2017
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2017
Long poem by
CayCay Jennings | Details
Young Timmy saw Jim walking down the street. Timmy dreaded the sight of Jim, a teenaged bully who always picked on him. Jim grew close, sure enough approaching Timmy who braced for whatever Jim might say or do.
“Hey, Punk,” Jim began, “Whatcha’ doin’ for Halloween tonight?”
“Gonna trick or treat with my friends.”
Jim scowled, “Nah, I don’t think so ‘cause you’re goin’ with me.”
“Going where?” Timmy matched Jim’s stare, but not his tone.
“For a fright – woo, hoo and boo! Heard at school that you know a short cut to McGregor’s apple orchard and I wanna go.” Jim stepped closer to Timmy.
“But three people have disappeared from there, they say, and lots more before we were even born," Timmy said, swallowing hard. "Haven’t you heard the stories?”, he then asked.
Jim finally smiled, “Yep, that’s why I wanna go. It’s perfect for Halloween.”
“I don’t think so. They say if strangers sneak up on the trees, they disappear in apple leaves. I best just trick or treat.”
Again, Jim stepped closer to Timmy, “Tonight we’ll see what’s true. I know you’re hot for Dana May – ya want me to tell her you cried, scared like a baby?” Another step closer took him inches from Timmy’s face, “SOOOO?," Jim threatened.
Timmy fidgeted, kicked the dusty ground, he looked down, then up again at Jim’s eyes, “Okay, meet me tonight at first dark on your bike," he said.
“I thought so – see ya in front of the drug store, Shorty.” Jim said, already walking away.
Later, at sunset, when Timmy pedaled up to the drug store, Jim was already waiting on his 10-speed bike. Jim greeted Timmy with, “Okay, let’s go. I’ll follow you.” Timmy said nothing, but nodded and took off with Jim on his heels.
They bicycled thru the uneven ground in the woods that surrounded their hometown. Timmy was aware of his quick heartbeat telling on his nerves the whole trip. After a good forty-five minutes of pedaling, Timmy finally pulled up to the fence that surrounded the apple orchard and all the other acres belonging to Farmer McGregor. In silence, the younger and older boy dismounted from their bikes.
Timmy turned to Jim, “Do you want me to lead you into the orchard, too?”
“Yep, I’d have it no other way,” Jim answered, his grin looking evil.
Timmy went over the fence with Jim close behind and walked among the apple trees, finally stopping at one tree that stood taller than the others. When Jim stepped up, by his side, Timmy whispered, “If you climb first and nothin’ happens, I’ll start climbing, too.”
Jim actually snorted, “Man, you’re so nervous, you might bust like a scare-filled tick. Follow or not up the tree, Shorty, just don’t panic and leave me ‘cause I wanna use your shortcut back home, got that?”
“I do, so if’n I don’t climb, I’ll stay put right here,” said Timmy, still whispering.
For the first time that night, Timmy looked directly into Jim's eyes and added, “Whatever you do, don’t pick or throw the apples, that’s bound to make the tree mad. Some people believe that's what makes the trees do bad things to people. So don't pick them, okay?", Timmy concluded.
“Sounds like a challenge to pick them and THROW THEM AT YOUR BABY HEAD. I'll do worse to you later if you take off on me tonight,” with that comment, Jim was gone up the tree.
The night had grown pitch black, even the moon provided very little light this Halloween. Timmy could vaguely make out Jim’s form as Jim climbed and disappeared into the branches. Just as Timmy lost sight of him in the tree, Jim began to pick and throw apples at him. Like a game of dodge-apple, Timmy did his best to duck the constant barrage of apples, until a strange sound cut through the air that stilled him and ended the apple onslaught.
Timmy remained in his spot, his eyes fixed on the tree. He heard the strange sound again and ignored his legs that begged to bolt. Jim was silent.
Timmy kept his stare pointed intently at the tree. Again, the spooky, weird sound came and Timmy's eyes grew round. Once more the frightening sound filled the night. Suddenly, the tree's branches began to sway up and down, then back and forth in frenzied motions. Timmy knew something unnatural was happening, but stayed put. The limbs ceased their frantic dance revealing Farmer McGregor’s image in the trunk bark, immediately followed by the sound of a nonhuman-like burp and swelling undulations of the tree trunk. Timmy turned and ran for his bike as fast he could go.
Home. Timmy’s adrenaline was soaring, he couldn’t even remember his anxious ride home through the forest. He ran to his bedroom, shut the door and pulled a notebook out from under his bed. With pen in hand, Timmy opened it to find a certain page. He wrote three X's beside the last and final entry:
Sally, my mean teenage babysitter – XXX
Stan, his banker Dad did not give my Dad a loan – XXX
Danny, shot my dog with his BB pistol – XXX
Jim, the awful bully
October 6, 2016
E. Roper's Contest - Halloween
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
KAYOD5 Kayode | Details
Incredible! Where could little girl of her age be going under this cold weather at this hour barefootedly and bareheadedly?What could have sent a poor girl she was to street with just oversized slippers she inherited form her mother, poor enough, jettisoned on this two line express road?These and many more were concerns that agitated my mind.I therefore chose to spy or should i say monitor her;i wanted to know where she would enter and possibly who she was,stealthily i followed her.It appeared she knew where she was going,the poor girl walked straight without betraying any sign of lost of destination.Exactly twenty minutes now that I had been following her,we had passed many streets:Macualy street, Kingsway and the popular Lord Lugard Avenue yet she moved on.It was at the junction between Broard street and UAC that she forked right; she looked back,i quickly blocked her view as i hid me behind one abandoned lorry in my front,she did not see me. It took us another ten minutes before she suddenly stopped,in her front now was the city refuse dump were disused items were deposited; she rolled up her cloth and brought out a jute sack; she opened the sack and brought out a sickle and moved with a zeal to the hill of garbage. I stood behind a container that was put there long time ago by the Council for refuse collection,it was now overfilled with refuse and this gave me an advantage to hide behind it without been seen by the girl;needless to say how stinking it was,yet i befriended it,it was the only shield i needed now. For almost an hour she was searching through the hill ,it was not too easy for her; first,it was almost dark now, again, the whole hill had been covered with snow but she was using the sickle to wipe away the white substance anywhere she suspected that what she was looking for was. As she was searching she was picking somethings and dropping them in the sack which was now half-full . Again, she bent down but this time she did not pick anything rather she dropped the sickle in her hand and began to look at her sole, within few seconds she started coming down from the hill; what could have happened to her sole? At the base of the hill she sat down and held tightly her sole,now I could see her clearer,drops of blood were flowing down off her heel. I could now longer hide myself,i was moved by the sadness that appeared on her innocent face,poor still, she did not know what to do.
I quickly ran to her,she was shocked to see me but still held tightly her sole. I did not waste time on introduction but went straight to ask her what had happened to her sole,she told me a broken bottle had cut her there. I bent down to look at the cut,it was not too deep,but deep enough to affect the poor girl if something was not quickly done. Luckily i had a nylon- water on me, i opened it, washed the cut and bound it with a new handkerchief I had earlier bought to use the following day when I would be attending the first church service of the year. It was not a perfect first aid but a non perfect aid was better than none . Now I asked her who she was and what was she doing where we were. She introduced herself as Lisa, nine years and that she was looking for plastics and other polythene materials that she could sell at recycling factory. I asked why she had to do that she said she and her grandmother had not even a brot at home and if she did not do this certainly they would be starved. Wondering why she should be responsible for that i pressed , "what about your parents?" " My mother had been abducted by the terrorists who killed my father and my two brothers three years ago." Big air escaped my nostrils as I became rock-still with this unpalatable bombshell. Seconds later I gathered myself,brought Lisa up and told her I would help her back home. She thanked me for the help but insisted that she would not be going home now,she must first go to the factory to exchange her stock for money. " it is too late Lisa, i don't think any factory will still be opened by now,besides you now have a cut on your sole", i explained. "The pay master in the factory had promised to wait for me till 10pm, i already had stock with him ,i just needed to add some weight to reach the required purchase-level,i must not fail on my terms lest he loses the confidence that for more than two years now,he has in me ; besides, grandma", she paused as if she remembered a thing, " tomorrow is new year, i have promised her good meal tomorrow" ; her voice cracked as if she wanted to cry,emotion envloped me as the word grandama reverbrated in my ears; my mind wandered about : poor girl,wretched old woman; how many millions of Lisa and her grandma were out there for the stupidity of some? My eyes became red and urge filled my mind,the zeal to confront terrorism,the joy of Christmas and new year in me evaporated; what was merriment of Christmas with millions of Lisa there? What was happiness of new year with millions of her grandma in our World?
Copyright © KAYOD5 Kayode | Year Posted 2014
Long poem by
Carrie Richards | Details
"It is a sin to kill a Mockingbird.
When playing games with rocks or guns, defray,
them, please, ...shoot old tin cans!" "Whispered words
of Mockingbirds, only heal wounds of the day"
Virtues are cultivated, children are weeds,
exploring a small southern town. Seeds, so rare,
spread moral ivy, filling knotholes, threading trees,
lining streets, during mad-dog summers.
Scout, one sprout with solid roots, sifts wrong from right
in spite of bull-headed pride. Stirring
up dust, where resistance incites,
although, brother, Jem, gently, grows more reserved.
Scout, Jem, ...best bud, "Dill", are bronzed by summer's sky
Moral's compass guides them home, as night returns
Moral's compass guides them home, as night returns
yet challenged, the precocious child
making assumptions. Folks would confound her!
Some people were an oddity and quite beguiling
Summer would sigh with ceiling fans, softly purring,
people napping, long afternoons. Wilted yawns
of a lethargic town, might seem undisturbed,
with complacency, behind pruned shrubs, tall grass, mowed.
Yet stilted air, would suffocate, with racial slurs
and secret hate. Some hid by day, and spending
their nights in masquerade, while crosses burned.
We'd see a face, pretentious smile, falsely blend
Integrity, at bitter cost, split wide the seams
in 1930. Civil rights were just a dream
In 1930, civil rights were just a dream,
and motherless children were coming of age.
Bare feet were swift. Bandaged knees and hands unclean,
would slam old screen doors, to seek lemonade.
A ghost, they feared, in the raw sided house,
watched close. A tree in his yard, hid treasures he stashed.
The three Musketeers, upon discovering, shout!
Armed by bravado, they are ready to dash.
Putting yourself into another man's shoes,
is a lesson, soon learned by Scout and Jem.
They've faced their fear, and will make a friend. "Boo",
the 'phantom', a new best friend left trinkets and gems.
Kindness learned, role model intact, was Atticus Finch.
A measure of integrity, inch by inch.
A measure of integrity, inch by inch,
advocate for those who won't stand a chance.
Folks down on their luck, where dollars won't stretch
in a depression full blown. Money is scant.
Fighting for the underdog, who have no paycheck.
What's right is right. What's wrong, is wrong.
Someone must stand at the end of the day,
where flies fill a courtroom and tempers grow stronger.
Regardless of skin, be it black, be it white
Unfit, by standards of talcum shaved chins,
if injustice is war, he'll give his lot.
The falsely accused, he'll defend, to the end
Those who wallow in mud, eventually sling lies
when honor goes to hell, and folks sit idle
When honor goes to hell, and folks sit idle,
false accusations can simmer, slowly inciting
bigoted people, into mobs, spewing cries
of hate. Screaming "rape" into the night.
Ignorance and prejudice, are all of one stuff
with corn-likker sauce and gravy mentality,
amphibian worms, as if from a trough,
gorging on mania. They covet brutality.
Led by Bob Ewell, with arrogance oozing.
Clan- fed, tantrums squirming out of control.
Small minded men, choosing squalor, alluding
the truth. Some would sell their mother's soul.
They have lied on the stand, where justice treaded thin.
Where white man's word, over a black, always wins.
Where a white man's word, over black, always wins,
was a rule of the thumb, during those years...
The innocent man, Tom, shackled, condemned,
taken away and waits to die, and endure
With Indian summer, waxing and waning,
Atticus chooses the simplest words.
His children need, wisdom, and calm understanding,
in trying to explain, that most men are good.
He tells them, gently, how someone so crude,
even Bob Ewell, no matter how evil
perhaps in his life, was misunderstood.
The hellish of summers begins to unravel.
But another ill wind, would brew up a storm,
to bring more than a flurry, into their home.
To bring more than a flurry into their home,
burnt embers of color, drift down, red and yellow.
Carved pumpkins, and a grieving autumn, looms
in the night. Roaches encroach, deep in the shadows
As Scout rushes homeward, behind her on the trail,
a whiskey-breath nightmare, with evil intentions
Then, someone appears! Halts this devil,...,Ewell
is not immortal! .....as we come to conclusion.
A guardian presence, waiting to rally
has kept a vigil, guarding children who run,
swiftly through thickets. Lonely Boo Radley,
appeared like an angel, a bird seeking the sun
So pure of heart, and a thing so rare
It is a sin to kill a mockingbird
Re-submitted for Skat's Premiere Contest: #4
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
Long poem by
randall graves | Details
Moments to Reflect
Life found in a Dream
Today I’m a lonely man living in a cold, cold world filled with indifferences and malice. As time marches on a harsh reality come to my mind, time is on no one’s sided, it is only given once and all must die and tomorrow is not guaranteed. This seems so mean because having no one to really love or so it seemed, I was just a lone no one was on my team.
I started to think and reminisce about the think in life that I missed. Tears appeared in my eyes and my heart skips a beat so I lay down and felled into a deep, deep sleep. Suddenly and to my surprise I was on a beach with soft sand underneath feet. The sky was so blue and the air smelled oh so sweet; it dawned on me that this was a place few have ever seen.
I walk down to the water and what did I see; the sea was strange so let me explain; it was made of crystal with a glow all of its own and the waves gave off a musical tone. As my mind adjusted to sounds and the sight I spied out another wonderful delight. There across the sea, a city brighter than the northern lights, oh what a beautiful sight.
I fell down to my knees overwhelmed by the glory that was before me. I thought that I had died and stepped to the other side. I knew what I was seeing before just could not be true, such beauty, it could not exist, not in my world, never like this. A melody that I have never heard before arose from the City across that crystal sea. It had to be played by Angels, the music was so, so sweet; that I felt a joy from my head to my feet and knew deep in my heart that was where I belong,
Just when I decided to dive in and swim to the other side, I heard a soft voice call out my name. I turned around to see who it was that called out my name. There He was this gentle looking Man with sadness in His eyes. He spoke to me and this is what He said; my son, my son you cannot dive in and swim to the other side. So I ask Him why I can’t swim to the other side, that’s easy for me, am going to try. No, no, no it not for you it not your time was His only reply. I did not understand His reason but I felt His command and suddenly my feet was stuck in the sand, I cried out with hurt and pain in my voice; what lies on the other side, who are you and why can I not go on the other side?
This is the story that He told:
The city that you see beyond the crystal sea it belongs to me and it has streets that are paved in gold. There are many mansions lining the roads and in each one there are treasures that are a wonders to behold. There is no hunger, sickness or death, life everlasting and there you will find rest and for all eternity you will be My guest. Now I will answer your second question, my son, my son; I Am, who I Am! I came to earth a long time ago and I prepared The Way for all my children to come home. This is some that you should know, for it was written for all to read a long time ago. I am always with you in your times of needs you are never ever all alone. Last but not the least you ask me why; my son, my son it’s just not your time.
Seek and you will find, knock and the door will be open, and until you love Me, it will never be. Now go back and remember what you seen and what you have heard, because time grows short. Spread My words that My kingdom draws near, repent, repent and stop causing Me tears.
I suddenly opened my eyes and I was home in my bed and I start to cry. Never have I felt such joy and peace deep within. I went down on my knees and I ask the Lord Jesus to please come in and would you please forgive me of all of my sins, please come and live inside of me until the end. I now sow the seeds and when the harvest comes the Lord will know if they landed on fertile ground. Keep this in mind cause when it is time He will separate wheat from the weeds and set all of His children free.
The time is now, and do it before it to late!
Time is on no one side.
Everyone want to go to heaven but no one want to die.
You do not have to worry if you have Jesus inside.
He there for the asking want you try
Do you want Him? He want you, it about free will and you must choose.
The Gift is free, Heaven are hell which will it be?
I hope that I have sowed a seed and it will grow, but it will only grow if you truly believe and have faith deep within your heart and soul.
Time waits for no one!
Faith is something sight unseen will you not set your spirit free? Is it so hard for you to believe that Jesus is the answer and all you need? The door is open want you please come in? Don’t you think it time to find that Kingdom that is way up high filled with riches up in the sky?
Copyright © randall graves | Year Posted 2013
Long poem by
Greg Barden | Details
(For my beloved children)
“Years” and “Distance”,
Phantoms of the dark
That do their evil in the
Quietude of the everyday,
Coming and going
Without so much as a
Footprint or a whisper,
And taking the most valuable
Possessions of the heart,
The things you care about
And adore most of all.
They wear cloaks of pretext,
Mitigation that tempts the
Soul into rationalizations
Seemingly just and sensible,
But therein lies their
Insidious and guileful nature.
Heartache will find its own
Remedy when left to itself,
And it will seek to surrender
To the farthest reaches
Of the suffering soul ...
There we ever strive,
Consciously or not, to find a
Tangible grasp on happiness,
Often at the cost of truth.
“Time” and “Separation”,
Faceless demons, laughing
Silently at our foolish striving
For the mundane bridges
Between commonality and
The things that sustain us:
The ever-so-brief glimpses
Of joy and excitement that
We carry in our heart's pocket,
Taken out and polished
When the shadows wrap us
Like a shroud, to reflect the
Glint of reason ever inward.
It has taken me a lifetime,
(One spent in the not-so-dignified
Pursuit of what I thought were
The meaningful endeavors),
To pull the veil back from
The obscurity of their faces,
To learn to not glance away
At the sight of their stark visage,
But stare unblinking and still.
To recognize them for the
Horrors they are and can be,
And not be content to let them
Find a convenient home
In my unwary conscience.
Excuses are the easy playmates
For our rational thoughts,
And I have entertained them
Like welcome visitors,
Brought into the foyer of my
Routine with open arms.
But no more! Or at least not
Without the intense, dire and
Critical inspection they're due.
“Seasons” and “Expanse”,
Oh, I know you well now,
For you have spun and twisted
And turned all that's truly
Precious and dear and true,
Into reasons to flounder
And wade in the shallows,
While an ocean of elation and
Wonder sparkled before me.
I have ripped the blade
From your gnarled hand!
No longer will you mutilate
The fabric of my character,
Or take the prized and joyful
And hold them at arm's-length,
While I stand teetering on
The edge of self-imposed hell.
You are forever vanquished!
Destroyed at last and at length
By the embrace of my children,
Held and to hold with strength,
Those miles and many moments
Purged with a course of tears,
Washed loose and away with
A runnel of weeping, joyous.
Arms entwined with tenacious
Purpose, far too sure to NOT
Squeeze away the hurt, questions,
And misunderstanding that
The past created in their absence.
Alas, I am hereafter reborn!
I am now given life anew!
These priceless, sobbing bundles
Within my arms have restored
My faith! Blessed, precious
Miracles far beyond value,
Filling my lungs with breath
As pure as winter moonlight!
They have torn asunder every
Doubt, regret and resentment that
Those phantoms had danced around
Me in their stead for so long ...
So very, very long. I am set free!
I am released to the knowledge
Of what it is, and ALL that it is,
That truly matters in this world.
My amazing children, now here
Within the breadth of my grasp!
Happy sobs and tears and arms,
Mixed with love overwhelming,
So wondrous and adjoining
That I cannot distinguish
One from another ... how could
I have lost such true perfection?
How could I have let those
Demons commit such a crime
Against me and mine? Oh,
SO much missed out on,
So much left to the wiles and
Apathy of time's relentless passing ...
But no more! No, never again!
I knew this incredible feeling once,
Long ago, and I lost it ... but
These extraordinary creations
Of love and consummation,
Here within the circle of
My embrace, have rekindled
The stirrings of my heart!
They have restored the hope
And reason and passion of my
Spirit, and brought back a euphoria
That exceeds all true experience ...
You, my dear, wonderful children,
Are so far beyond anything
That I deserve or am worthy of,
And I will never, EVER forget
This feeling again, or let those
Phantoms, “Time” and “Distance”,
Steal you away from the core
Of my being and purpose.
I have locked you away forever
In the fortress of my soul,
And these tears we shed in joy,
Will form the moat around
The castle of love we now
Tenderly reconstruct ... together.
I love you with my life ...
The life you have given back to me.
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Copyright © Greg Barden | Year Posted 2016