Tales of Old… #Poetry

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Old fairy tales haunt the air

They wait for memory to bring them back

What evil do we breathe?

Dark woods that call you there

To feed from life, retell their stories

Of magic swords and healing cups

Treasures buried in hidden caves

Where dragons sleep, do not disturb

How do you feel when the winds blow cold?

Is it the ice queen breathing down your back?

Do you hear wolves late at night?

Do you have a cloak of red?

Can you see the house of sugar?

Did you leave crumbs to find your way out?

Did you find Aladdin’s Lamp, rub it clean

Hear the genie scream, what is your wish?

Careful now, lest darkness calls on a witches broom

She’s flying by, your desire she heard

Mischief comes in strange disguise

No needles in this kingdom found

Save one, now they sleep for years to come

Prick not your finger, lest your life be undone

A golden plait hangs from on high

A maiden rescued from tower walls

Who can tell what thoughts are memories

Carried by the wind, imparting old life to live within…

AAAAA

Tales of Old… #Poetry

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Old fairy tales haunt the air

They wait for memory to bring them back

What evil do we breathe?

Dark woods that call you there

To feed from life, retell their stories

Of magic swords and healing cups

Treasures buried in hidden caves

Where dragons sleep, do not disturb

How do you feel when the winds blow cold?

Is it the ice queen breathing down your back?

Do you hear wolves late at night?

Do you have a cloak of red?

Can you see the house of sugar?

Did you leave crumbs to find your way out?

Did you find Aladdin’s Lamp, rub it clean

Hear the genie scream, what is your wish?

Careful now, lest darkness calls on a witches broom

She’s flying by, your desire she heard

Mischief comes in strange disguise

No needles in this kingdom found

Save one, now they sleep for years to come

Prick not your finger, lest your life be undone

A golden plait hangs from on high

A maiden rescued from tower walls

Who can tell what thoughts are memories

Carried by the wind, imparting old life to live within…

AAAAA

My Pillow… #Poetry

 

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My Pillow

Leave a kiss on my pillow before you leave

A promise of your return

I roll into the warm space you leave behind

I linger remembering your touch

Hope awakened within

Why do you slip away unseen?

Did the night promise too much?

Does my kiss still linger on your lips?

Will it be enough to bring you back?

My phantom lover, a fantasy made before I sleep

Does your love belong to someone else?

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My Pillow… #Poetry

 

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My Pillow

Leave a kiss on my pillow before you leave

A promise of your return

I roll into the warm space you leave behind

I linger remembering your touch

Hope awakened within

Why do you slip away unseen?

Did the night promise too much?

Does my kiss still linger on your lips?

Will it be enough to bring you back?

My phantom lover, a fantasy made before I sleep

Does your love belong to someone else?

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My Queen… #Poetry

 

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My Queen…

My Celtic Queen, she does return

a horse of white, its mane in flight

the wind picks up her flame red hair

She looks for family lost in the fight

Her crown lies broken, her spirit bright

She means to mend the wrong

that Rome had done.

The cold grey mist hides all from sight

She goes by the sound of horse’s battle

clashing swords

Battle ready she fights once more

to find her crown still broken as before…

AAAAA

Oceans… #Poetry

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Oceans

I cried the ocean full of rivers

the day the darkness took hold

My mind split in two

the two halves fighting to find the light

the way out, to emerge whole

The devil on one side, demons on the other

I am stuck in the third circle of hell

with six more to go

not forgetting limbo, a hell of its own

The devil is eager to shake my hand

Dante’s Inferno waits with open arms

By now my mind feels like an ancient ruin

I am on my way to the Salem witch trials

being pierced by a large pin to see if I bleed

hoping to avoid the ducking chair

not forgetting trial by stone

I will my broken mind to move on

Find a river that will take me back to the ocean

home where love is waiting to heal my soul…

AAAAA

Together… #Poetry

 

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Together

Together we can have it all,

apart the world breaks in half.

The core heat is lost, the oceans dry,

the planets no longer align.

No silver light from the moon.

The great planet Jupiter can no longer

hold back the comets from hitting hard.

Spinning the two halves out of orbit.

I will not let this happen.

I will bring you flowers,

tell you each day that I love you

Should I step out of line

I will apologise before you can

give me the look that stings like a thousand bees.

Believe me when I say

our world will never fall apart

the planets will hold their orbit…

AAAAA

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge #DoubleEtheree

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 129 #SynonymsOnly

This week’s words are  Hobby and Play…

 

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The

game is

made for two

no easy hobby

challenge met game on

I have played once before

remember, small also wins

guard your King, for I have Castled

the game is mine, today I shall win

Lay down your King now you must surrender

I fear I may have played my hand too soon

I forgot the small but mighty pawn

my sudden thought of winning dashed

the challenge has been renewed

I have not lost all yet

pleasure still remains

my Bishop strikes

he must move

his king

falls

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Hunger… #Poetry

 

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Watching the orange moon sail between tall trees

my hunger increased.

My back against the mighty oak, soothing my bones

I wait for orange to turn white, the full moon

For my true self to emerge.

Feed the hunger to remain hidden

deep in my forest home, the last of my kind.

On four legs, men would kill me, take my fur

Once I have fed, I will regain my other self

walk on two legs awhile.

Now I catch the scent of food, mixed with a new scent

human, one I have not come across in many months

They seldom venture here.

She carries another scent with her, a dog, a worse enemy

he sees me, I stand ready for battle

His speed surprised me.

The girl calls, ‘Meeka, stay!’ Obedient, he sat beside her

Our eyes locked.

She was not the kind I had come across before

her eyes the same as mine, the glow of orange lingers

Had she fed recently?

I should run, my heart wants to stay

my head took my feet before I could stop them

Safe beneath my oak, I will see her again

I felt her gaze touch the human in me

I remember, we will mate under moonlight

seek each other in daylight, live our lives in two halves

our souls inseparable, they were made as one…

AAAAA

Days of Wine and Roses… #Poetry

 

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Wine and Roses

The days of wine and roses are behind us now

hidden by mist as we disappear from memory

The young ones no longer remember us

We are old Gods that danced on the head of a pin

The river no longer flows in our favour

Our lives turn to myth and legend, to be put aside

 like childhood toys. How easy they forget.

We do not disappear. We reform, returning

to take our rightful place in men’s psyche

we dance on the head of a pin once more

taste the sweet wine,

walk through the rose gardens we made.

Your earth belongs to us, we return…

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