Short Saga Poems
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I'm great without knowing: Some call this "Luck," - "Favour" for me!
Book—Big Chicas Don’t Cry by Annette Chavez Macias— YA/Fiction/Family Saga
abuelita’s lessons gone~four cousins unite after years of tumult
Tír na nÓg - A Tragic Epic Saga
ye hear, of a leprechaun and a unicorn who met in a field’s corner
a he and she, she killed by a tree, when it fell he couldn’t warn her
The puffs of air came and went bubbling
Happily putting on the exhaust on high
Running like hell to the outhouse saying bye
Past original lethal practice
today modernly assumed
and legalized
as hairdressers, Delilah
still Cuts the hair of
her lover Samson...!
Last week, my houseplant (his name is Bill)
claimed he invented chlorophyll.
He uses it, he said, to absorb light.
As ideas go, that's pretty bright.
"Good idea, champ", I said,
then forgot to water him. Now, he's dead.
A filigree of veinlets, briefly jeweled with dew,
In mirrored pools, peeps saffron's rusty hue,
Maple’s serrated script, twirling in autumn's view,
Summer's green surrendered, in fall's golden cue,
Lifting spirits once gently, deeply subdued.
I'm tired of life with Smelly Sid -
that sock just stinks of sweaty feet,
no matter what they wash him in
(in winter's bad, but summer heat...)
I rolled out from the washing pile
and got away from Sid, but then
some boxers joined me - just my luck -
and now I'm stuck with Skid-mark Sven.
Sun's passion in soft carnation pink
pink ink in lapis lazuli sky
Sky dazzling in bright colours sunlit
sunlit is that wistful twilight sigh
Sigh disclosing gloaming arcana
arcana which won't simply vanish
Vanish from horizon's shadows dark
dark dusk saga that sorrows banish
{A poem without the letter 'E' using chain rhyme}
I sold a bunch of gold for a price of nothing
Just because I am a human being
Did not think anger was anything
Till it took much of everything
I now know the grass on the other side is not always green
Making you frown could be the worse I have seen
Have no idea what would recompense such sin
The purest blood has to wash me so clean
That I would be forgiven
To at least catch a glimpse of your grin.
A boisterous, blustery braggart,
an orange-headed toad of a frog,
croaked in the bog ‘bout Magaga:
Ezekiel’s Gog and Magog.
His roaring set off a big earthquake;
brother ‘gainst brother with sword.
The Gopers destroyed one another
for they, all the warnings, ignored.
The country descended in chaos
to the glee and delight of the progs,
but this story has not yet unfolded;
somebody please gig that frog!
The saga continues to light up
Don’t know to whom you should believe in
As the controversy peaks to its worst
It’s simply makes things getting worse
This is exactly how you will feel
If you hear the same side of coin
But neither of them should prevail
It will just be a trouble all along
There may people on the way
Put fire in this undying debate
Many will be blinded by lies
Don’t know how this saga will end.
I tread through my story
Knitting the yellow sheet
I rejoice the dunes heat,
Merely chew beneath my feet
I silhouette the foliage
Aid the weaker
I am transporting drops
Athwart the boiling weather
I am the hero amidst the throng
I shall not heed,
Heed over a car or bike
I shall stay on the street
I am not modern
Nor am I Just Plain
I am the Arabian Saga
I am what’s present in the desert grain
I am the flame that refuses to burn out,
a force unmatched, relentless in its rise.
I fight not just for me, but for my own
to be the father, man, and guide they need,
the unyielding pillar in storm and calm.
This battle is no marriage of convenience;
it is a contract written in sweat and blood,
a pact between duty and raw, searing will.
Every dawn I face, each burden I bear,
a testament that I will not surrender.
Limerick crochet: The Saga of Sea Anne-Anne
Once the Captain of the good ship Anne-Anne
Took to the waves to conquer the main.
Slept round the clock mid-ship
Towed his women aft-ship:
Yet women and ship turned on him in pain.
The Flying Oarsman won America gain
And tamed the raging waters Sea Anne-Anne.
One cup he never won
Was the Darling fourth one:
A touching tale this: the tears shed by Jane!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
To my last breath, I will live and defy,
unyielding in resolve, my enemies,
know this: I will never, ever yield.
Each strike you planned has only sparked my blaze,
a light so fierce it sears the world itself.
I rise beyond defeat, unbroken, whole
my life not mine alone, but theirs I guard.
I breathe, I fight, I live, unyielding flame,
the proof that I will not be overcome.
A warrior bound by love and rage alike,
burning through shadows, claiming the dawn.
it's clear that winter has been here
and oh look, she's back again
bringing her troubles, this cold wench is loveless
with the mood she's put herself in
keeps looking over her cold shoulder
can't help but wonder what she expects
while jack frost and his friends keep licking their lips
what surprise will she have next
will she blow her cover with summer
by passing up spring altogether
try your best not to fall next time she comes along
bringing with her more cold weather
Betrayal cuts deepest when it wears a smile,
a friend turned foe, a shadow turned to blade.
You plotted with my enemies, unseen,
waiting for the moment to strike your blow,
believing trust once shattered could destroy.
But know that karma stands, a silent judge,
the friend who writes the ledger of our deeds.
Each wound you left became a spark in me,
a fire no treachery could ever douse.
I rise, defiant, forged from pain and steel,
a flame that lights the path, relentless, fierce.