Samael: "The orchard is open to omphaloses the stables are Sable's cheery O's and so cereal of woodwork, is fairy cereal so bold."
Uraeal: "I open the gates true north crashes down, the hell of highwater is where the shark surely drowned, but the westward gate is closed and so is the east and the south closes now, like heathery feasts.
The Pro: "Should be palaver again, the moon bright the brittle bread?"
Samara: "I bred in this fire, I tire of liars who are of the sort who won't kindle my fire."
Gladius: "The other festoon is under thine eyes, like he needn't cross-work on crosswords for prized possession, taken by the ghoul of Mary sent brethren."
Aurora: "If the course if taken by the northmost gate, let golden rakes fill the plates."
Helel: "Should we wait for the north gate to crumble, before he humbug the buggie and send swallows aflutter?"
(Anonymized character) "I created once before now I was become death, the pita bread moon like the harvest moon's friend."
---End of act V---
Each May, the month of Mary, I believe?
To stables gables, wondrous nests to weave.
20 years espial by precious broods,
Amidst the beasts of burden,
yet unmoved.
Alas, the chestnut lad is here no more,
His brave old heart, no longer to endure!
My only solace now, a sweet refrain
Assuredly, to know he has no pain
With deep regret I’m suddenly aware
No Summers with swallows, hereafter,
shall we share.
Wants her husband to buy her a horse,
He’s fighting hard, she’s got no remorse.
She’s dreaming of stables, he’s gasping for air,
Night after night, she’s out without a care.
I want a pony, oh can’t you see?
Your wishes mean nothing to me.
I want a pony, to ride away,
She has other men she wants to play
She whispers sweet nothings, they’re just lies,
Tears in his eyes, she wipes them dry.
A smile on her face, she runs into the night,
While he’s losing the battle to cancer,
She’s winning the fight.
I want a pony, oh can’t you see?
All your wishes don’t mean a thing to me.
I want a pony, to ride away,
She has other men she wants to play
Saddle up my heart, you’ve torn it apart,
Hard to believe you’ve got no love in your heart.
But still I hold on, to a dream that’s gone wrong,
You’re riding away, I’m Stage 4 and almost gone
I want a pony, oh can’t you see?
Your wishes don’t mean a thing to me.
I want a pony, to ride away,
She has other men she wants to play
I want a pony, can’t you hear me cry?
Give me a horse so I can leave you to die.
Go to the light, I’ll show you the door,
You wanted a love, not a cold-blooded whore
Squiggles the striped pony with floozy hair
Woke up this morning with nary a care
He fluffed out his mane and headed to the stables
Uh-oh; it seems he had spent the night with the Mables
The Mables are two old maids, both in love with Squiggles.
I asked him about this, and heard some neigh-like-giggles.
He is a character, this striped pony with the floozy hair.
I hear the old maids calling, which gives him a scare
Don’t tell them you saw me, he tells me in a happy way
This pony does not know how to have a half-way bad day.
I see he is heading for another stall, housing a filly, Gray.
The rest of the barnyard rolls their eyes and gets out of the way
Faith is a beautiful thing
if you're lucky to be blessed
For as you grow older
it all becomes messed
As a child it made sense
the stories and fables
As an adult;
you're the horse that bolted the stables
Wishing you could wrap up life, with a bow
Hoping one day you'll forget what you know
Blame it on God or God's, if that helps you
to understand the psyche behind ‘bombings between curfew’
I pray sometimes to be blessed with blunt faith
to put it all down to, and make me feel safe
But alas the more of the God(s) I do read,
my mind does rot grey for reality's creed;
There's nothing to gain
No points to earn
If hell exists;
we're all going to burn
MOTHER SPARROW CONSTRUCTS A BIRDS NEST
under the eaves of
the roof mighty mother bird
sparrow building a
new nest eggs laid still
soil/twigs/rain/trash together
tightly woven mesh
barns and stables, on
structures mud nests tuck under
fields under bridges
~
can find Barn Swallows
across North America
sparrow building nest
under the eaves of
the roof mighty mother bird
sparrow building a
new nest eggs laid still
soil/twigs/rain/trash together
tightly woven mesh
~
fluttering perching
bobbing up an down and out
constructs a bird nest
alas, mother bird
feeds her young chick mouth open
wide receives a worm
4/15/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Memory still anoints them,
glowing in the ashes
of childhood. The cypress trees
in the parkland at the end
of the street. Tall, knotted
ladders to the heavens
where a child’s outstretched hand
could almost scratch the underbelly
of passing clouds.
You could swing
on the uppermost branches
as if riding a clippers mast
bending in the wind,
sailing imaginary swells
to places whose golden domes
shone through the darkest
days.
And in the cool shadows,
the old stable, its doorway
an entrance to worlds
not known to other mortals.
The dark interior lipped
on the edge of a cave
to the very interior of earth,
holding hells and lava
lapped islands populated
by exotic beasts.
Such things as trees
and tumbled down stables
were not weighted
with the burdens of this world
but were bridges, magical
doorways to an elsewhere
that existed in between,
a special place
with its contours bending
to shapes made in the mind.
I write
to do the same thing.
A philly steak style ribeye
shved thin. stir fried with onion
,garlic, and mushrooms.
Mixed with a mixture of
cream cheese, pareseam cheese
and smoked swiss.
Served on a spinach and swiss tart
with a raspberry and balsamic vinegar
salad. They smiled and
grinned.
I heard them humming
the song of deliciousness while
they dined. Highly ttractive
and so fine, she
smiled and grinned
until I built my nerves up
to ask for her name and number.
I rode my horse over to the stables
and left my truck at the Straphouse.
Since I was a member of the staff
I had certain tasks to complete
before I could take a break.
I planned to spend my break with her
until this God Awful cloud came over head.
Thats when everything changed.
I took her by the hand and we
looked for a radio to find
out current conditions.
We asked Cysa the waiter
what was going on
he said a tornado watch
had been placed
on the area. If one were to arrive
we were advised to
go to the wine celler. So we
just went there
and had our lunch. We had
Barbaqued Porkbelly
with Asain Roasted plums
in a wine sauce. With fried rice
and a Casear salad.
it was so delicous.
The men went through the fields and gardens,
Ripping the weeping petals off of flowers
Which had not yet blossomed,
Claiming their beauty was not right.
The men shouted until their voices grew tight and ragged,
Pulling wild horses by their manes to the stables,
Angry that they ran and bucked.
The men sharpened their swords,
And scored one another with gashes and scars,
Each to triumph in the skill of his violence.
The men did all this while the women sat quietly,
Sowing seeds and feeding horses and cleaning blood away,
And then the men came into their houses,
With their daughters and mothers and wives,
And cried and cried and cried that they
Never knew love
There was a paddock
at the end of the street
locals called No Man's Land.
It was a few acres
of wild let loose inside
a suburban brick and asphalt order.
Plenty of open grass, trees
to climb, old stables
and fenceless yards gave
an untamed world to the kids
thereabouts to explore
and claim.
It was the place to go
to escape from walls,
the world and the tyranny
of merciless gods.
I spent a good part of my
childhood in the sanctuary
of those grounds.
When things got too much
I would crawl out
and hang on tight to the tail
of a kite I flew there, high above
the world where I lived.
The air had no boundaries
and was beyond the reach of hell.
I was before myself
in those heights and floated free
of what held me.
Come dusk,
I could feel myself slowly
being drawn downwards
into a waiting dark
and back into another place
where I didn't want to be.
At North Pole stables, liquid spirit flows
Down the hatch is where the brandy goes!
We bust all the moves
And raise our big hooves
That's why Rudolph has a glowing red nose!
Nov 13, 2022
Fun holiday limerick
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Checked on rhymezone and howmanysyllables
coca cola recalls
lying in the debts.
of debris carnage befalls
life master pieces tampered with
umbrellas open tossing the wind
abundantly so who are you to say
when it's time to go carry on comrade
the gnomes are leaving you behind
wearing wooden ankles snarling
at truth beckoning sideways within
the harsh stables of callous knees
my soft red hair blowing in the breeze
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
Porcelain doll, with a face so pretty
a country gal, ran away to the city
Worked in a bar, dancing on tables
beat shovelling sh-it, in Pa’s stables
Looks for love, but only finds bums
lowlife gamblers, in rundown slums
Go back home
not a chance
One day soon
find romance
Porcelain doll, life’s becoming gritty
rent’s due, ain’t nothing in her kitty
All knocked up, mascara streaking
bloodshot eyes, skin’s unappealing
Sleeps in the pines, winter it snows
crystallised tears, angel eyes froze
Barely alive
baby’s dead
No way back
no warm bed
Porcelain doll, face’s the committee
lunatic asylum, nobody shows pity
Shock treatment, four hourly dose’s
prison guard lesbians, with halitosis
broken doll, made one bad decision
they chipped her head, thin incision
Eyes don’t blink
stare at space
No expression
just a doll’s face
By
David Kavanagh
Every dream is always the same,
I escape to the stables,
Looking for you,
Holding you in my arms,
A kiss softly on the lips.
Falling on the hay.
But that didn't happen,
Because the hay was replaced,
By a room in a mansion.
As I look into your eyes,
I hear you call my name,
My name in this life.
I realize this is no dream,
But a memory where my name is the same.
A past life with you.
As I hear the alarm, you disappear.
I wake up but not cursing, like many times before,
Just remembering.
I remember you from another time.
It is no longer a dream.
This is a memory, a past life.
Friends sense it, dragging me to a club.
To help me get over this rut, I'm in.
Not realizing that nothing but time will heal me.
A broken heart from another time.
I see someone standing,
Staring at me with her hand over her heart.
I walk towards her as tears fall from my eyes.
It's you as I lightly touched her face, calling her name.
You look into my eyes, telling me,
I have traveled centuries to find you,
I'm not letting you go this time, my love.
They can't stop us anymore.
Then you lightly kiss my lips,
That I waited a century for.
Where the dirt is flowing in blood
cruelty is the passion
unsanctified is the fable their...
that is received in donation.
Where the humanity is loosen
wild is the behavior
they are equivalent to a sewer
by their achievement.
Those who are killing the human
spreads the poison of hatred
in that land of slaughterhouse
the devil each and everyone.
They are heinous in their stables
group of the Iblis
I am giving them hundreds of curses
listen-
The catastrophe that slaughterhouse
will be destroyed soon
that is what is written in it's message
all of it will gone.
Paradise! The fire of hell is coming
which is not far from home.
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