Scared of my dreams,
Of falling asleep,
All nightmares it seems,
Bottomless pit, too deep,
When you turn off your lights,
Pitch black shrouds,
You lose all your rights,
As the monsters come out, storm clouds,
Your imagination booms,
Hand creeping, teeth snarling, sharp talons,
Fright blooms,
Fear by the gallons,
To fall asleep, an eternity of waiting,
Big monsters, small sounds,
My fear is dictating,
My light shines, as I make my rounds,
Dare not to look under the bed,
Scaley hands and sharp teeth I might find,
So, I just look around the room instead,
My fear is not being kind,
Making up the worst possible things,
Bringing up old memories,
The fear still sings,
Shakey, jelly knees,
As I remember,
The pot of fear,
Every night, give it a stir,
As nightmares leer,
With their scary distorted faces,
And in between the nightmares and dreams,
A long line of spaces,
Filled with hope, the fear redeems.
Iguanas are falling from trees in Florida due to the cold weather. They are not dead, just very cold and they become immobile. I got this title from one television personality who called herself the Lizard Queen and who says she would be a lizard if she could. Reminds me of someone we on the Soup all know and love who presents many whimsical poems on nature and animals. This one is dedicated to Caren Krutsinger!
THE LIZARD QUEEN
Cold-blooded scales, fiery-hot, languishing,
As she dreamily falls harnessing the icy wind.
Dropping she recalls, and smiles feebly,
That she alone sits on the throne, this Lizard Queen.
All hail the pounding iguanas pummeling around her.
She’s not alone, this Queen who’s falling in the tropics.
Not all warm and cuddly but absolutely charming,
She meets her end for now - but not forever, subjects!
She will return and kick up scaley wonder, the living color
Of her world, kaleidoscopic and subject to her whim,
This Lizard Queen with slithering tongue, paintbrush in hand.
Yet she’s no match for the tropical blizzard demanding her attention.
1/22/2020
Snakes are meat-eaters,
fangs, swallow food, no eyelids
smells with tongue, scaley.
Date: 09/06/2019
No More Than Honeyed Lies`
Our lives be naught but
Honeyed lies comprised
By capricious butterflies
so if it feels a bit surreal
You should not be surprised
That masked amongst
The fog and mist
lie scaley things that
writhe and twist
That hope and dreams
be not what they seem
And tis futile to resist
The dream in which
we think we dwell
exists only in our mind
sparkles of neurons
crackling of axons
an eerie kind of shine
we’re naught but stardust coalesced
Naught but figments of fog
and mist
Yet are cursed or...perhaps blessed
to exist...to live and die
As naught but
...Honeyed lies...
The dragon's breath upon my neck that wreaks of rotten flesh that lingers
From fear to courage i un-sheath my sword laden with jewels crafted by dwarvin fingers
The sound of magic from my sword the echoeing cave walls bend
as inflations in my lungs fill up with gusts of breathless wind
The feast of my flesh or the slaying of the dragon soon shall begin
The pounding of my heart and the will to survive shall overcome my fear within
The battle begins in a darken dungeon where light shines through the fire
Where skeleton upon skeleton many a knights have stood there and retired
To face an advesary so great delights in glory so desired
Many have stood before the flames their souls set on fire
With a vicious thrust from hand to heart the scaley skin is pierced
severed into several parts the dragons will is fierce
But alas the mighty foe has fallen giving his magic to the slayer
and soon the temple of the knight becomes the dragons layer
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the dragon's breath upon my neck that wreaks of rotten flesh that lingers
from fear to courage i un-sheath my sword laden with jewels crafted by dwarvin fingers
the sound of magic from my sword the echoeing cave walls bend
as inflations in my lungs fill up with gusts of breathless wind
the feast of my flesh or the slaying of the dragon soon shall begin
the pounding of my heart and the will to survive shall overcome my fear within
the battle begins in a darken dungeon where light shines through the fire
where skeleton upon skeleton many a knights have stood there and retired
to face an advesary so great delights in glory so desired
many have stood before the flames their souls set on fire
but a vicious thrust from hand to heart the scaley skin is pierced
severed into several parts the dragons will is fierce
but alas the mighty foe has fallen giving his magic to the slayer
and soon the temple of the knight becomes the dragons layer ;)
Scaley River Birch
Stands regally by water.
Watching life pass by.
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