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The Haberdasher, the Barber-Surgeon + his SturgeonA haberdasher's dashing
Harbours gentle dragon-smashing
While the barber-surgeon's sturgeon
Has a woolen wooden fin –
But far and wide, beyond the tide
They ranged and ran and scrambled
Through rain and snow and warbly wind
And sharp and shrubby woodland brambles
Grasping grass and bric-a-brac
Were ne'er there for any length
And any shrubs that stood their ground
Were burned and pounded 'neath their strength.
At last they rounded lomey hills
And gazed beneath a crimson sky
A fearsome wyrm and pachyderm
The mastodon about to die!
They bounded forth, and Aberforth,
The barber-surgeon's faithful sturgeon
Drew from deep a silver sword
And freed the mammoth from its burden!
Hair and fur and matted fibred
Fell to earth like chestnut rain
And there there stood a hairy man
Who shook his head and spoke his name
And with a prance, a loping dance
He bounded deep into the woods
Leaving friends to fight the dragon
Praising truth and other falsehoods.
The dragon turned with weary eyes
Crimson orbs t
Down in the Servant's QuartersOn a dreary winter's eve,
I bade my servant take her leave,
And wait for what would be achieved,
Down in the servant's quarters.
In my chair beside the fire,
I dwelled upon the need most dire,
For what would finally transpire,
Down in the servant's quarters.
I took my leave myself at last,
And made my way, but not too fast,
To join my wife, far outclassed,
By the girl in the servant's quarters.
As she lay there, gently napping,
I left with nought but gentle tapping,
And the door-lock gently snapping,
As I neared the servant's quarters.
The door creaked as I slithered in,
My teeth bared in a ready grin,
I hopped into the bed within,
Down in the servant's quarters.
BoughsShadow-dappled fingers of green and brown
Reaching in vain for the gold and azure dress
Of their lover.
Her light calls,
Her elder hair and youthful face
Born every day, born every night,
Are life, and love,
Spinning tales of you and I
On looms of day and light.
Splayed in tender longing,
Great arms of veined sun-kissed life
Long for more than kisses,
A lock of her hair, so full of life
And life-taking fire.
Reaching ever higher,
Like children at their mother's dress
Like courting princes, drinking in her radiance.
She gives freely, for they are hers.
We follow the lines of ever-straining arms
Barely noticable, lamps in a blinding light
Vainly, perhaps, seeking the same comfort
That the loving fingers grasp
We drink in light, and love,
And in drinking, multiply
Become more, a source, a reflection, a shadow
Of the gold-and-azure lover.
Once again, selfishly seeking the love
Of the straining, reaching hands.
Shining lover's eyes dance in radiant lover
DreamerAs I lay there, contemplating
Sleep was there, and it was waiting
Thoughts would drift, forming, shaping
Never stopping, never waiting.
They were twirling; dancers fair
Only I was watching there
Only I would ever care
Twirling thoughts, dancers fair.
In the realm of thoughts and dreams
Tearing at the very seams
Hope would glisten, sparkle, gleam
In the realm of thoughts and dreams
Far and wide, the mind can travel
All around, the dreams would dabble
All alone, my mind had travelled
While my sanity unravelled.
Phantoms drifted through the space
Here a voice; there a face
A smell, a touch, a sound, a taste
Moving, drifting, through the space.
Awaken now, from slumber deep
Too long in darkness, lost in sleep
Alas, although you may not keep
Your word, I will, and count the sheep.
A Shadow FallsI watch from on high
As petty minds
Think petty thoughts
And survey their world below.
How the blood courses
With sweet bliss,
As they rise
So far below!
To walk a palace in the clouds,
Of the clouds,
Wrought with my own hands
And mind, white on an azure field
A banner of my kingdom,
The sun, my herald
And the moon my handmaiden
As those below toil, toil
If only they could see
How useless their plight is,
How banal their thoughts!
Not a mind as mine, so far above.
As as they rise, those below
So slowy, sadly,
I stand alone
A shadow falls, and I wonder.
A Darkening LightIn the darkness stalked the panther
The proud and graceful midnight panther
Alone in darkness moved the panther
The lithe and graceful, fearless panther.
In the light, flew the sparrow
The quick and flighty sunlit sparrow
Among the clouds, moved the sparrow
The small and absent, blissful sparrow.
No one loved the velvet panther
The feared and hated midnight panther
Among the shadows, moved the panther
The wise and silent, hunting panther.
People flocked to see the sparrow
The loved and simple sunlit sparrow
On the rock, perched the sparrow
The feathered, flighty, hunted sparrow.
From the darkness, watched the panther
The calculating, heartless panther
Alone in darkness, smirks the panther
The merciless and handsome panther.
Above the world there shines a light
A harsh and blinding midday light
Through the sky, moves the light
The coveted and blissful light.
Until there comes a joyless dark
A cold and careless midnight dark
Beyond the light, lurks the dark
The wise and silent, hated dar
Icicle EyesDecember girl:
the snowflakes glittering
in your wind-blown hair
to the icicles
in your eyes.
6:30 ante meridiemI open my mouth to suck in a breath
The morning’s frost kisses my teeth
And I shiver.
Sorbet in The SkyApricot whiskers bloom
in streaks of fluffy aurora borealis,
sun-pinks chasing snowballs tumbling
through thinning dawn crimson,
Caelus blowing steam and
sighing chilled breezes into
fields of azure.
The train of day rolls on,
the sun begins his grand departure.
With great celebration and fiery spirit he travels away,
leaving water color bursts of pink and yellow.
Baby blue becomes royal indigo.
Solemnly the moon shows her face,
the moon's subjects of white fire following her, illuminating mortals below.
Like diamonds they reflect the sun.
Night has come, the sun gone.
The dark hours resound with peace.
CuriosityMy name is Curiosity.
And I didn't kill your cat.
Stupidity led the angel towards me, where he had set a trap.
So much crimson had stained my hands because of their work.
By "they" I mean Stupidity and Nerve of course
They take the lives of the innocent.
But the burden always falls upon me.
"Curiosity killed the cat" they say.
But how could I, don't you see?
My only weapon is wonder.
But they all still look upon me with hatred, dread, and misery.
As if I had centuries of blood on my hands.
When I never could
Take Me to the EarthTake me to the earth,
Where ancient gnomes
And sweet russet nuts
In sturdy stone hearths
Whilst they swap tales
Of olden forest mothers
Giving birth to bears
And hares in the places
Where the tree spirits
Ensnare colorful flowers
And use their powers
To call down the rain
To empower the soil
Making it rich and loamy
To nourish deep roots
And blades of grass
That surround magical
Waters that display
Reflections like glass
Allow me to gather
The squirrels and
The bees and the
Birds that dwell
Within the trees
To drink from these
Crystal clear and opaque
Pools whilst humor-filled
Fairies dance like fools
Until my stomach
Swells with a healthy girth
Oh ye elder gods,
Take me to the earth...
Hiding The PainOnce held safely by her lies
Then torn apart by the truth;
One who was so angelic
Now a demon in front of you.
It all seems so new and horrid
A fresh scar in your mind;
But you're here in his embrace
Safe from that who harms.
Hatred does not fill your heart
It is filled with sorrow and grief.
All the pain is eased though
By the love you both share.
Though the memory will never leave
Always there before your eyes.
A veil hides your nightmare,
So you may enjoy the moment at hand.
ZinniaEveryday I think of you,
Kindness you showed me endlessly.
I shall wait for you
For I have faith in you to return.
Maybe in Another Life
Hands grappling, outstretched
Reaching forwards to a star
The night with its cold winds
Icy, ragged, slowing breaths
Blue pale lips of a survivor
Fighting for the sweet intake of breath
Life slowly pooling onto ice
Nothing to live, nothing to die for
Never was the thought of sleep so fawning
The fire of the fight softly dwindling
Seeping its warmth into the frozen earth
Forever drawn from seeing the morning
The open darkening skies
Enveloping, soothing, welcoming
A flicker of submission
The shortage of life; left with demise
All that was cast for was not but vain
Fingers painfully unclasping; gone
Maybe in another time; a new life
I would be able to see you again.
WalkingI rose this morning
To find myself human
And I, being thus,
Took a path from where I lay,
Brushing aside brambles and branches
In my journey that day.
The figures I passed
On that road were many,
Most walked as I did,
Though a few, being mournful
Passed me by, walking once again
Over footsteps already made.
They soon passed into shadow,
Far, far behind,
Their keening travelled oddly
Amidst boughs and leaves
Being distorted, changed:
A child's cry.
Patches of sunlight
Dripped over starved and parched minds
And souls, a welcome relief
Before plunging, once again,
Into solumn, stately marches
Forging paths and half-paths
A wall of shadow stood,
A sentinal, a last barrier,
The pilgrims, I among them
Before marching onward
Donning the dark as a velvet cloak
Pale faces drift by, watching,
A figure stands before me.
He turns, and looks;
He walks not as others do
His arms, open wide and dark
Welcomed me in cool embrace,
And I, being human, slept that night.
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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