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The child, now sleeping, loudly snores.
The nightlight shines there on the wall.
If you could peer under the door,
The sight awaiting would enthrall:
It seems the toys have come to life!
They are engaged in no mere game:
A toyland battle to the death!
The superheroes are to blame;
The men in green have few troops left;
Their losses heavy in the strife.
With Duplo blocks, they barricade,
Regroup their forces there behind.
They inventory their grenades,
Make mental notes of where they've mined,
Prepare to meet their tragic end.
Magneto rises from the floor,
Unleashes his attractive beam;
The troops let out a racous roar,
for they are plastic, it would seem,
thus to his will they do not bend.
A team dispatched to try and flank,
To scale the chair, come from the back.
But Hulk awaits them like a tank,
Behind a pillow, sneak attack.
The spear is blunted, further thinned.
The captain, knowing things are dire,
Determines he will save the men,
and laying bare some lamp cord wire,
he challenges Magneto then;
His sergeant understands and grins.
Magnetic forces back in play,
the soldier runs, flips the switches.
The predator becomes the prey;
Magneto, arcing current, twitches:
a turning point in this grim war.
The flash of light wakes up the child;
she bolts up, eyes now open wide.
The spell is broken; meek and mild,
the toys, inert, lay side by side.
Her head back down, again she snores.
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So that's an ABABC DEDEC tail-rhyme, and kind of a fun one!
Thrall
The cup has arrived, take my blood.
Fill it up with the good stuff.
Drink the wine, while I unwind these chains.
I have been trapped too long in this self-made cage.
Tear at the bones with perfect teeth.
Ground to a point; been grinding for weeks,
To get the right blade to cut my food with.
This hole I exist in just leaves me livid.
I want to scream in the middle of day-dreams,
But people will see me and never know,
That the empire is crumbling; all around me is dust.
I have given up on this castle of rust.
The armour no longer protects my soul.
The happiness is gone and I am feeling old
And demoralized, the eternal night,
Beckons me to join it, but I am made of pure light.
The claws had dragged me under their spell,
But now the spell is broken, so let me leave this Hell
And find my own way, a better way;
All else only fades away.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
DOG CHASES TAIL
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In circles goes the dog,
a furry whirlwind, tail a-wagging,
his nose to the ground, sniffing out the ghost of a bone
with no clue as to where he left it.
Ahh, the circle grows, and me thinks he’s quite mad!
Truth be told, that bone is a relic,
a trophy of nothing, a piece of yesterday's joy,
devoid of any savory delight;
yet, he’s bewitched
by the lure of that which once he had.
The quest persists, but time, the trickster,
plays its multifarious games.
Memory grows faint, but
the haze of longing remains
lost in the labyrinth of time.
Distractions dart by—a squirrel, a leaf,
But wait—what’s this? A flash of color
bounces by and the spell is broken,
the quest for the bone forgotten,
distraction wagging his tail.
And so he circles, a furry Sisyphus,
chasing phantoms in the grass,
he sniffs, snorts, and spins—
a canine circus act.
Forgiving to forget
The hurt deep
inside of me
Looking out
from the dark
Into the light
The spell is broken
Setting you free
A prisoner,
in the dungeons
Each heartbeat
in you
I saw the truth
in the lie
Created by the inability,
in the bond of love
Broken hearted
Finding my way back
To have the freedom
You took it
from the heart's warmth
Choosing another
Laying waste emotion
Not caring,
heartless
without God
Lusting another
Showing in words
To inflict
maximum pain,
be my best friend
In never hurting
I forgive you
Moving on
enjoy your new
found freedom,
vanishing
from the inner world
Wishing happiness,
my present
as the beginning
In the end
I forgive
Even though our time is just
A moment here and there
To me you’ll never be
The average everyday affair
I know I’m just a picture
In the memory of your mind
The girl you keep a secret
The girl you leave behind
There was a time I’d lay awake
And dream of you and I
There was a time I wanted more
There was a time I’d cry
For love is never easy
When it’s given just by one
Love is never easy
When for him it’s just for fun
Love is never easy
When you think that it’s for real
But when the spell is broken
It's not love, but lust you feel
Your dreams diminish one by one
Illusions fade away
And in their place reality
Has come to have its say
So now I know the secret
To a passionate affair
To just enjoy the moment
To live without a care
To take each moment as it comes
With eyes now open wide
But always with your secret love
You just enjoy the ride...
When the magic spell is broken and the fog begins to lift.
And the heat of the day breaks through and clarity is no longer adrift.
The damp quickly dries and the light erases doubt.
No longer in the comforting mist things are so clear they shout.
It takes a while to exit that mist when it's rose colored glasses you wear.
And it's grief you experience because even so you still care.
So stop and smell the roses, feed the soul, soothe the heart.
A new day has dawned and with it a new start.
You never planned for this day, that love could go away
You never planned for this day, that love could die on on the vine
You never planned for this day, that love could be temporal
because in your heart your love was divine
When the magic spell is broken and the fog begins to lift. And the heat of the day breaks through and clarity is no longer adrift.
The damp quickly dries and the light erases doubt.
No longer in the comforting mist things are so clear they shout.
It takes a while to exit that mist when it's rose colored glasses you wear.
And it's grief you experience because even so you still care.
And so you turn your face to the shining sun
and let it evaporate those tears that rain down
You never planned for this day, that love could go away
You never planned for this day, that love could die on on the vine
You never planned for this day, that love could be temporal
because in your heart your love was divine
The sun rises,
Yet my heart wanes in yestereve.
Sleep the wont;
My eyes are yet transfixed
Upon her sadness,
And silent moan—
My eyes deliver my heart
In rosy red fathoms
Of surmise
As we watch her move
And drag a heaviness
Behind her
That bid me
Rush to her,
Lift it away from her,
And free her
From it.
If but she knew
We yet live to bear
Her burden!
Yet silence mocks
Our purpose.
Would that I were
That strength,
That ear alight,
That relief,
Would I could
But gather
My courage,
Fallen all about
Her feet
In smoulders.
Fear smote
Before my tongue
Could reveal ourselves
And love's close
Proximity.
Why should love
Cause us to feel shame?
Because it is a nakedness
That is truth unadorned;
It is a defenseless purity,
Frail and small,
Till joined,
And so stronger
Than any fear of God
In heaven
Or hell's reprisal.
Or am I fearful of
The principal:
We versus the familiar
Loneliness of I?
Am I to be of such high vantages
And deemed so worthy?
And whosoever is so?
Do we not make ourselves worthy?
Perhaps fear self-kindles
The dunn smoke
Of indecision
And doubt,
Blinding the sense,
Issuing forth foul whispers
And trite crackles that dissuade,
And dismantle the heart;
“who could love thee?”
“She is too high a shot for e’en Cupid’s dart,
Look thou midst the lower of thy means”,
And such self scorn
Till we are consumed 'n it:
Our belief, or inability,
To accept that we are worthy
To be loved
And to love beside
Rather than not, or from afar—
And that tomorrow
Never comes.
As we wait for
The right moment
To speak ourselves
And loudly proclaim
Our love,
And we, its champion
Unsurpassed!
The sun is risen.
Let us toward
And wait no more.
Fear and shame,
Thy spell is broken.
Let our future, uncertain,
Lay in waste of love’s
Wholesome Endeavor.
[Flourish, Exeunt]
Now that the wicked witch has left the room….
Alice…in Never, Never Land, with clouded brow, and foggy mind, stares through the looking glass at the flames of autumn falling from the maples trees.
And…as she watches this ballet of little fluttering fairies in flaming gowns of crimson, amber and gold, she REMEMBERS…yes…she REMEMBERS… that world where she once lived.
She remembers a time so long ago… when with unclouded brow… she danced with those flaming fairies and laid down with them when they fell to the ground in the backyard of the house where she once lived with her mother, father, brothers and sisters.
Where are they now, she wonders?
And in that moment….she sees their smiling faces and hears their laughter as the aroma of that magical autumn so long ago, returns obliterating the smell of antiseptic and death.
A smile slowly creeps across her weathered face as she realizes, SHE HAS ESCAPED.
BUT THEN…the door opens………………AND THE SPELL IS BROKEN, for the wicked witch has returned.
TIME FOR YOUR MEDICATION, ALICE…she sweetly croons, as she pulls down the blind.
Author: Elaine George
Written: September 4th, 2014