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.
Sneaking through the graveyard
in the dead of night
to a hidden garden
in full moonlight
you want to be careful better beware
the fiery eyes
of the scarecrow's stare
if the spell is broken
you open Pandora's Box
and it's lights out
for the jack-o-lanterns
they're in for a nasty shock
you have to be careful better beware
the Halloween screams
of your worst nightmare
'cause something's jumping in the pumpkin patch
it's goblins going trick or treat
they're a-getting hungry
for something good to eat
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 its rose colored glasses you wear.
And its grief you experience because even so you still care.
So stop and smell the roses, feed the soul, sooth the heart.
A new day has dawned and with it a new start.
When the magic spell is broken. - Artimus (C) Susan Manley 11/3/2009
In reverie I wander far from here,
To lands where troubles disappear,
Where cares and woes are left behind,
And joy and peace are all that find.
The world around me fades away,
And in my mind I run and play,
Through fields of flowers and rolling hills,
Where all my troubles vanish still.
I bask in sunshine, feel the breeze,
And breathe in air that's fresh and easy,
In this place where I am free,
To be myself, to just be me.
But all too soon the spell is broken,
And I am pulled back to the world, unspoken,
But even as I go my way,
The memory of that sweet reverie, it stays.
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.
All was scary as we crouched down to wait,
In the shadows for a victim chosen by fate.
T'was supposed to be a holiday of misery,
But apparently, my heart has chosen another story.
At the stroke of midnight, a spell is broken,
A spell of family, one of women and men.
But why with this spell I choose to bother?
For 'twas not cast by a fairy godmother.
Ever since youth, we've only had each other.
Our sympathies were only for one another.
We were together, through fear and loneliness,
You and I, were each other's happiness.
But now you have her, and the spell fades away,
The end of our co-dependence might as well come today.
The spell on our carriage, after all, can't last forever,
One day it'll no longer be you and me together.
Should I be glad that you finally found
Someone other than me to whom you are bound?
But when that day comes; when I'll have to lose you,
When that time comes, I don't know what I'll do.
As our song plays,
As we gaze deeply,
In each other's eyes.
We fall into a trance.
You take my hand,
And I follow,
Dancing slowly in your arms,
Until we embrace.
Still dancing,
And falling deeper in our spell.
Floating and being lifted,
As if we are flying away,
The tempo gradually increases,
Lifting my spirits.
But as the music calms,
Decreasing the tempo,
The spell begins to break,
As we end the dance.
But before the spell is done,
You kiss me passionately.
The song ends,
And the spell is broken...
When winter's spell is broken
And gray skies turn to blue
Spring blossoms will awaken
To cast their spell on you
A plethora of colors
Will dance upon your eyes
As sunshine plays a melody
to the flutter of butterflies!
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
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
Far above a timbered valley --
High up on a mountain peak --
The beauty of the day surrounds me
As I listen to the breezes speak.
Serenity caresses my soul --
Gentle winds tune each leaf they touch --
Until a symphony is heard
By senses not attuned to such.
I question the source of this artistry.
And, as resonant chords the winds pursue,
Lyric breezes sing their songs
And flood my mind with thoughts of you.
So, I listen for a voice in the wind --
As I wait for your spirit to pass by.
When I reach for a hand meant for me
The spell is broken by a sigh.
Meeting Van Gogh…sonnet
the wheat-field, blond as a Volga German milk maid, heat
intense and in the shade of a demanding olive tree I saw
grumpy Van Gogh, glaring at me intruding on his painting.
“Sorry for the scooter it is electric blue and doesn’t fit in,
pretend it is a donkey free of its leather harness.”
The vines, deep green leaves and fertile soil, soon there
would be grapes, mostly dark cerulean, an army of wine
to come tempting souls into surrender… liquid pleasures;
and the narrow road snakes amongst fields like a black
mamba hunting grey rabbits in the meadow.
I have the afternoon sun in my eyes, a cooling breeze
on my back; and then I drive off the road fall amongst
thistle and thorns and the spell is broken, look around
but only Van Gogh witnessed my disgrace.
How can it feel that one true love
Cause as much harm as this?
Tis not the fault of the lover’s heart
But because of the unremarkable bliss
Love can be met in other ways
Than one sees with the eye
But sometimes those other things
Make our insides die
The heart that is absent from the lover’s grasp
Where the warmth cannot be felt
Is like the earth with no sun and the fish with no sea
And the cop without his belt
Alas, the spell is broken
While the lovers lay side by side
Nothing but thoughts of happy dreams
And no angry thoughts to hide
But soon divine love will show the way
To an everlasting peace
And forever eliminating such treacherous times
And the absent heart at ease
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...
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