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Little Red left karate class with a grin,
her black belt tied tight below her chin;
the trail smelled of pine,
the sunlight a shine~
when the wolf slunk out wearing a grin.
He circled with swagger and show,
his growl pitched theatrically low;
but Red only sighed,
her patience denied~
she’d seen fiercer foes long ago.
She tossed off her hood with a flare,
revealing bright colors that made everyone stare;
a super-girl suit,
cape fluttering cute~
the wolf froze mid-step in mid-air.
He lunged with a howl and a boast
but Red moved like wind through a ghost;
she flipped him around,
then pinned him to ground~
his ego deflated the most.
He tumbled through mushrooms and leaves,
his pride snagged on branches and eaves;
the squirrels looked down,
the jays laughed aloud~
his ego and dignity lost to the trees.
He whimpered and staggered away,
his bravado gone fully astray;
the birds in the trees
chuckled on the breeze~
his pride in complete disarray.
At Grandma’s, Red knocked on the door,
glowing from triumphant Karate encore;
no woodsman required,
no rescue desired~
Big bad wolf will bother us no more.
And the wolf, with his tail hanging low,
decided it best to never again show;
for legends now spread
how Big Red said~
“I’m a superhero hero, just so you know.”
In Germany's dusk, the fourteenth century fell
Disorder in the shadows, and village anger will swell
Where towns blossomed once, now chaos reigned
All rights tangled, privileges weren’t gained
Classes divided, old alliances torn
Princes and estates where conflict was born
Fields and workshops, commerce and trade
All swept up in strife that no one could evade
Country folk suffered, their fortunes declined
Feuds and famine ominously combined
Villages vanished only names remain
Echoes of lives lost to hunger and pain
Unrest and lawlessness, violence and fear
Only the strong could persevere
No ruler to unify, no guiding hand
Germany's turmoil swept across the land
So peaked the chaos the harbingers said
The way of order whimpered and fled
They would not do the same in The Western Land
They learned from how Germany had mistakenly band
Clarence Stone stepped into the saloon,
Tired from long days on the trail.
He was riding on west to far Idaho,
Where land awaited, spacious and hale.
He was fleeing a feud that had consumed
The families of Burton and Stone.
Rather than die for an old hate,
He had set out with all that he owned.
Inside the bar one thing he did espy:
A woman beautiful and tanned,
With flowing black hair and emerald eyes,
Dressed in the jeans of a man.
Why such a woman was here, he didn’t know,
But she clearly seemed to belong.
She tossed back whiskey and joined the choir
Of the men’s raucous, cow-punching songs.
Stone went for a drink, and sat at the bar
Planning out the rest of his night,
When a man shouted ‘cheat,’ and all sprung up
The saloon gave itself over to fight!
Stone swung as they came, holding his own,
And the woman just off to his right,
Danced and dodged, kicked and swung,
Shrieking loudly her delight…
But her speed failed, and job it got through,
She stumbled, fell back to the floor.
So bold Clarence charged, bull-rushed the man,
Who whimpered and cried out,’No More!’
He helped the girl up, but she grabbed his neck,
And slammed him into a deep kiss.
She broke with a grin, and turned to the fray
Saying,’Come on! Let’s go finish this!’
Ten minutes later they both stumbled out
Sweaty with hard-fought victory.
Stone tried to move off, but she grabbed his wrist
Saying,’Oh No! You’re not done with me!’
They went to her hotel, hurried and hot
And up the grand stair-case did tear.
I won’t go into detail on what happened next,
For a gentleman doesn’t go there…
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
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“Pristine your pose, exposed artistic allure”
Canvas on easel waits patiently,
naked in formless thought
Inviting rapture’s brush strokes
“White on white destined pleadings”
Visions engulf watercolor yearnings
blending passion’s tints…
Seductive bristled breaths fall
“Soft curves fill unframed desires”
Orchid skin seeps semi-gloss wishes,
hues of fire fed glazing
Smooth along tender tan lines
“Valleys of bliss penetrate oiled needs”
Mahogany eyes captivate,
portals shimmering silently,
beckoning in secretive glances
“Seductive palettes draw on my sight”
Crimson lips in a whimpered pout,
satin pillowed arching designs
whisper me my dreams
“Their touch breaks my will”
As I paint you, I linger in lust
Overwhelmed by your beauty,
falling helplessly into this masterpiece
“And we become one via art”
Saturated in drop cloth drippings,
sighs of fevered temptations rise
releasing abstract movements
“Acrylic serenity, vibrant achings”
Melting in chromatic motion,
collapsing among over-sprayed delirium,
embracing flowing iridescent endings
“Lost forever in a portrait of love”
I walked along, hand in hand
Strolling towards the trees.
I was happy, had no care,
Just the dog, my mother, and me.
I ran my hands, through the green,
Humming - carefree as can be.
I was content, and had no fear,
Just the dog, my mother, and me.
I closed my eyes, to feel the breeze,
Smiling so blissfully,
I sighed, then, I remember -
Just the dog, my mother, and me.
I opened my eyes, and the trees were bare
Barren ground surrounded me -
I screamed, wordless, held on even tighter
Just the dog, my mother, and me.
The sky then bled, my mother screamed
As to why I couldn’t see
My dog barked, and I held on to
Just the dog, my mother, and me.
My mother looked at me, her mouth was open
Still screaming silently
The dog whimpered, why was it only
Just the dog, my mother, and me.
She then faded, I ran after
Holding my dog helplessly
I knew then that image was over, of
Just the dog, my mother, and me.
When I stopped, she was gone, and so was the dog
They were only memories.
Nightmares or dreams - the only way it can be
Just the dog, my mother, and me.
Rumple Stein locked the
bedroom door and grinned,
his eyes reflecting the pale
moonlight outside.
"Beneath your very
mattresses lies the Shadow
Snatcher," he whispered,
pointing a crooked finger
downward.
"This skinny, faceless
monster stays awake forever,
hating the peaceful dreams
of sleeping girls and boys."
The children pulled their
blankets up to their noses,
freezing as the bedframes
creaked softly.
"He creeps out into the dark
because he desperately
wants to fall asleep like you."
A cold breeze swept through
the room, through all the
windows were tightly shut.
"Since he cannot rest, he
reaches up to steal your soul,
hoping its warmth brings him
sleep."
The youngest child
whimpered, realizing their
feet were hanging off the
edge of the mattress.
"If you close your eyes
tonight, he will snatch your
spirit right out of your chest."
Rumple Stein blew out the
lamp, laughing into the pitch
black, "Better stay awake forever!"
Genghis needed to get his teeth clean
leaving Sassy alone for her first time felt extreme
gather the little guy to get him there by eight A M
Sassy with her long face staring out the window missing him
Had to drop off the old boy and get him at five
went straight home to see if Sassy survived
She was happy at first but sadness appeared
when she didn't see little Genghis anywhere
She remember when I had to take old Kublai away
he has pass and the vet would bury him that day
She really liked the jolly old fat boy Kublai a lot
so Genghis got her affections for Kublai was not
She looked at me with those big soft sad eyes
Sassy if she could would of had a good cry
she thought I took Genghis from her for good
told her he's at the vet but she misunderstood
All day she moped and was depress
no playing or eating just laying in sadness
finally it was time to get him home
She didn't respond at leaving her alone
Genghis had four teeth pulled, little guy was groggy
friend drove us home as I held my little doggie
Open the door no response till I put the little guy down
Sassy looked in disbelief her happiness profound
She whimpered whined with joy and her tail wagging
she sniff and sniff then kissed Genghis who was dragging
Genghis lay down to take a nap his ordeal made him sleepy
Sassy laid facing him tail wagging for she missed him deeply
for the next few days Genghis was never out of her sight
bringing him home ended Sassys very long day in delight.
Galloping within the nights of her innocence
he raced around the field fire chasing the heat of equine glee,
the horn of his head, a wizard's weapon and a witch's wish
with which a poison may be whimpered and youth enriched with longer laugh,
rose gold gilding on the supernatural spike ribboned with ribs of silver spells,
sensing the magic of her intuitive love the beast of God's bridge halts,
her eyes pretty in patient approach, his alert with admiring admonition,
they tresspass upon each other by exhalation of warm airy awe
whirling from their mouths, measuring the elation of frienship newly carved,
although invited to mount, the Maiden rubs her chin along his velvet nose,
fingers glide through the mane like breeze through willow branches, he huffs from joy,
in a gesture of supplication she kneels to the Unicorn's lead leg, one arm around
and a hand of healing pressed against his ripened chest, be restless and alone no more,
nibbling her ear in acceptence she giggles at the thought of adventure's anxiety,
leaping like an angel possessed with purpose for playful liaisons,
his back forming a saddle of supple security for her healthy frame, they join naturally,
she names him Azyerbel and he rears in rejoice at the grip of her knees,
riding into hinterlands of history unborn, they share courage known only to legends -
J.A.B. written in honor of, and for PD.'s Unicorn Birthday Contest 2012 -
Happy Birthday my Sphinx -
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"Give me a whisper and give me a sigh"
Those soft words following the emotions in your eyes
exhale poetry on my whimpered dreams
Take from me all that I can give while
reaching for that sunset…a distant prism of light
"Give me a kiss before you, tell me goodbye"
Soft lips in sad shapes, downturned towards darkened fears,
moist as they meet in wilted wishes
Walking away…a silhouette of that which I long for
as tears drift on silent zephyrs
"Don't you take it so hard now and please don't take it so bad"
To know this feeling, I swear I don’t,
still calling out in echoed chants flowing naked valleys
Hoping you hear, praying you smile, asking you to listen
before the moon fractures in cosmic sorrow
"I'll still be thinkin' of you and the times we had...baby"
Eternal visions find you and me, hand in hand,
dancing on quiet shores, melodic surf rhythms
In memories of what can be, should be
as stars drip into anguished teacups pleading
"Don’t you cry tonight…"
Written with a little help from the Guns n Roses song, “Don’t Cry”
The italicized lines are lyrics from their song
This song came on the radio today and it reminded me I had written this poem.
I thought it would be appropriate for today…this is a repost
John Hamilton and Heidi Sands may recognize this
but hopefully it is new to you.
I hope you enjoy it.
I told Lara,
told her we would meet again.
Her on the metal table,
the light bleeding over
stainless steel and clinging to
arm hair’s, draining
color from her matted fur.
In her eyes something - not light
more what light becomes
when soil is shoveled up,
a soft luminosity, rain dark.
On the way here,
she had on the backseat of the car
the loss of control, her blindness…
for a while she shuffled,
put her nose to the side window
as if smelling better days,
then she whimpered,
from the driver’s seat I heard myself say:
'there, there',
knowing we were 'there' already.
When we arrived
she was laid down between the seats,
I had to tug her out the back door,
she let me, sometimes she liked to play dead
when she didn't want to do something -
not now.
Now I am looking down
watching her blind eyes following something,
maybe tracking these strange smells,
or seeking out shapes only blindness can see.
Animals don’t think of their own death,
they don’t imagine it, for them
it’s just a place where they are.
The young woman in the white coat
asks me if I wanted to hold her?
I could tell my old dog was going,
I held my breath, staring at the ceiling
trying not to be anywhere.
I don’t believe in the past or the future,
not in any absolute sense.
My guess is that Lara did not either,
maybe we are meeting now
as I write these words -
words not spoken.