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Hello, mortal...oh, immortal? Ah. Ha!
Yeah, I write some sad, silly, and weird poems...mostly sad...so that way, I get rid of all my sadness and spend the rest of my life happityhappy.
"A Roaring Sea's Valentine" is my first love poem, let me know if it stinks/rocks/whatever.
Order of poems - Autumn's Passing - A Trochaic Adventure with Sugar - Of a Witch, a Tower, and a Faerie - Fallen Spirit - Seasong - A Bloody Riddle - Evil Humpty Dumpty - The Forest of Souls (Night) - A Dark and Stormy Night - A Roaring Sea's Valentine
Autumn’s Passing
Before I left the earth
I wish I could have seen
Autumn pines in splendid mirth
At leaves that were not green.
Before I left the living world
I wish I could have heard
Rustling leaves, as down they twirled
And autumn’s one last bird.
Before I was lost and dead
I wish I could have felt
Soft cool furs, and pine needles shed
And sun to make you melt.
Before I was forsaken
I wish I could have drank
The river water, as I awaken
By the calm cool river’s bank.
Before I burned to fiery death
I wish I could have smelled
The rain-touched wind, of just a breath –
And my sorrows would be quelled.
Before I died of sorrows
I wish I could have dwelt
Through autumn and its morrows
But in fire my corpse is smelt.
A Trochaic Adventure with Sugar
White and bright the sugar glowed,
In a heap upon the road.
Glitter, glitter, crystals sweet,
Crystals of this lovely treat.
Traffic rushed across the lane, it
Made me do something insane.
Racing over pavement black,
I ran to the sugar stack.
I leaned down and took a bite,
Oh my gosh the sheer delight.
Screeching tires hurt my ear,
Braking cars were coming near.
To the sidewalk I jumped back, while
Cars mowed down the sugar stack.
Sighing sad, I ran away, my
Thoughts on sugar the whole day.
Don’t do stupid things like me,
Even if the sugar’s free.
You’ll live longer, safer too,
Trust me, what I say is true.
Of a Witch, a Tower, and a Faerie
In the corner, a faerie does cower,
A faerie who snuck into my private tower.
Here I brew potions, but always alone,
Ugh, stupid faerie, it’s starting to moan.
Pesky little things, these faeries so small,
They always pop up, when not wanted at all.
Sneaking into my tower – what could be ruder?
How shall I dispose, of this nasty intruder?
Oh flutter, little heart, and bulge, little eyes,
Perhaps coming here was extremely unwise.
Gasp, tiny breaths, and knock, tiny knees,
Break out in sweats of fears that freeze.
Quiver, puny hands, and shiver, puny spine,
On your wretched corpse, my dogs will dine.
Spin around, teeny head, and slur, teeny words,
Perhaps I should feed you alive to my birds.
Chop you to pieces, oh yes I could,
Poison you, faerie, oh yes I would,
Spear you beneath the heel of my boot,
All this I would do, if you weren’t so...cute.
So little, so tiny, so puny, so teeny,
Well just this one time, I won’t be a meanie.
Fly free, little faerie, away from my home,
And back to my tower, you never shall roam.
Fallen Spirit
Golden rays of silver mist,
From the rising copper sun;
Are pretty lights to all the world
But morning bells to one.
The day-folk awaken,
And shed their sleepy sheets;
Crawling out of burrows,
Or onto paved black streets –
But still there is one – ever the stranger,
With morning bells of sun;
Meaningless, to all the world
But everything, to one.
Unchained, unbreaking, the sun rides high
On Apollo’s chariot gold,
Beating down on mortal backs
The sky is in noon’s hold.
Hiding in the shadows,
From scorching sunny rays,
Are creatures of the ground –
How strange, the stranger says...
Why linger on the ground,
Not fly up to the sky?
The stranger’s home is heaven –
But he wants to give Earth a try...
Shadows stretch and lengthen
As the skies grow dim with cloud;
A tear falls from the stranger,
Who once, was high and proud.
The streets are filled with people,
Returning home at last,
The stranger falls to earthly ground,
His eternal boredom past.
Evening falls on chilling wings
As the white-wing stranger lands;
An angel, no, that he is not,
But an elf with the sky-spirit’s hands.
The spirit of the summer clouds
Forsaken by his kind;
Lies gazing, lost, upon the grass
A million thoughts in mind.
The stars peek out so brightly,
The stars so small from Earth –
Grass and leaves, so strange and calm
But what is a tree leaf worth?
The stars twinkled on,
As evening spread its cold,
When morning rose again, they say,
There lay a man with wings of gold.
A fallen spirit of clouds,
To Earth, he came at last –!
But cannot survive, alone and lost,
And alas, his life is past.
Seasong
Seasong, seasong, in my ear
Waves upon the shore so near
Blue-green sea, so bold and wild,
Roaring sea, so freely riled,
Glitter on, flitter on, from shore to shore
Tell me stories, sailor’s lore...
Splash on, roar on, beat the shore, with
Waves with sparkles at their core.
Chase my feet with bright-light foam
Up the shore your waves will roam.
Sing on, glow on, tell me tales, of
Pirate ships and great blue whales,
Siren songs, billowing sails,
Great sea slugs and maybe snails...
Squid and eels and turtles green
Deep dark kraken ever mean
Sharks and clams and oyster pearls
Half-fish mermen and mer-girls
Rip on, chant on, sing me crazy
Full of songs of fish so lazy
Silly head atop my neck
Wants to see Titanic’s wreck
Sea sunsets, the pretty things,
Seagull birds with white-smoke wings,
Seashells, crabs, and soothing sands
Make me love your rocky lands.
Sweet soft sand, remember me,
Silky grains tossed by the sea.
Whispering waves, don’t forget
I’ll come sail a great ship yet
Blowing softly, salty wind
Sings of fish so cutely finned.
See yah, sea yah, great blue sea
Off to bed I now should flee...
A Bloody Riddle
I cannot stand, the hot gold rays,
Immortal I am, but set in cold ways,
You cannot kill me, for I’ve always been dead,
A wooden box, is where I’m in bed.
Sharpen the wood, and stab me, left,
And of my corpse, you’ll be bereft,
In black am I, but three are in white,
Gowns so dark, and yet so bright.
Enough, enough, of this subtle game,
Where am I, who am I, what is my name?
Evil Humpty Dumpty
Humpty Dumpty was really bored.
Humpty bought a great big sword.
And all the king's horses and all the king's men
Were never seen or heard from again.
The horses and men came back from the dead.
They first saw Humpty and then saw red.
Humpty screamed and ran away
And hid in a book all night and day.
The Forest of Souls (Night)
Dark and strange and full of lies;
Behind each tree lurks a surprise;
These haunted woods of trees so near
Gnaw at sanity and stir up fear.
Ghosts’ whispers fill the mind;
Thoughts of doubt and fear you’ll find;
These trees are twisted, root and limb
From housing dead souls dark and grim.
Werewolves raise their vicious howls;
In the shadows, a troll-herd prowls;
You know you never should have dared
To come where others have so ill fared.
Shivers crawl over goose-bumped flesh;
Alone in the dark, fears refresh;
Dark magic binds these woods to coldness
And remind you of your foolish boldness.
Ogre grunts stir up the air;
And coming from a rocky lair;
A dragon’s fire, that chills not burns
Devours victims that wait their turns.
Serpents rise from silent sleep;
Through the briars they slither and creep;
Spiders spin their webs so fine
Webs that stretch from vine to vine.
Cruel and harsh comes a witch’s cackle;
Through dead dried grass, her footsteps crackle;
Sharp and jeering, a raven laughs
While sorcerers clutch their deadly staffs.
Sweet but dark, an enchantress sings;
A forest siren, with cold black wings;
Her cousin bats flutter all around
Filling the air with a spooky sound.
Imps of trouble, black and cruel;
Look down and laugh at such a fool;
A trailing black cloak hides its wearer
But you know a vampire is this cloak’s bearer.
Rotting coffin lids screech and squeak;
In the night, this forest is black and bleak;
But from the west, there comes a light
A crimson disk, small but bright.
Sunrise comes with joy refound;
Chasing shadows back to the ground;
The forest glows with light and cheer
But do not come, when night is near.
A Dark and Stormy Night
In the black graveyard of monsters
Stepped the half-monster she.
Frankenstein, werewolves
Godzilla, King Kong, Invisible man
Just tales to you or me.
The last grave. Dracula. Dracula’s heir was she.
Memories flashing
Guilt crashing
On her pale white shoulders of doom.
In her human life, meeting her love
And crying at his despair
When he discovered he loved her
Her, the half-blood vampire.
By day, a gentle human
From midnight to dawn, a killer
Who lived in two minds,
Of differing kinds,
That could never control the other.
The demonically possessed
Bloodthirsty half
Had gradually killed her mortal mother.
To save her love
She must become a sacrifice.
Quickly must she plunge the stake
Into her half-human heart of ice.
Once stopping
To take a breath
Untried, unwilling
To face her death
Moaning, muttering
Groaning, shuddering
Quivering, crying
Shivering, dying
Shaking, praying
Quaking, fraying
Knowing, fearing
Slowing, nearing
Towards the rake
She slowly stepped.
Sadly, madly
She moaned and wept.
The wooden stake
Of the gleaming rake.
Gleaming, shining
Soon to be dining
On crimson blood of sacrifice.
Hope and despair
The woeful pair
She grabbed the rake
In trembling hands
Bidding goodbye
To earthly lands.
Pitter, patter
Spitter, spatter
Falling rain.
The grass was wet, the rake handle too
The wooden handle that formed the stake
Stumbling, tripping
O’er the wet grass she found herself slipping
Unknowingly slipping toward the rake.
And thus she died, fearing nothing but a fall on wet grass on a dark night.
A Roaring Sea’s Valentine
Blue-green sea, so wise and old
Roaring sea, so deep and cold
I’ve lived my life in purity;
I’ve helped the needy piously;
I’ve done some wrongs, but not towards thee
Why did you do that thing to me
O roaring sea, o roaring sea?
Kind and wise, fair and free
The elven sailor so dear to me
You took him, you did, you storm-riddled sea
You took my lover away from me
O roaring sea, o roaring sea.
He was to sail, sail back to me
From elven lands of leaf and tree
You crushed his ship and that crushed me
He was my soul and he loved me
O roaring sea, o roaring sea.
And so I’ve come, this Valentine’s day
Come to die, but first to pray
In death, my death, strange death so grim
That my dying soul will meet with him
O roaring sea, o roaring sea.
My eyes are full, full to the brim
I lost my hope, I lost my whim
With my bitter tears of salt and pain
I beg to see him once again
O roaring sea, o roaring sea!
Mortal am I, but not was he
He should have stayed, stayed here with me
Until I aged, in years so old
I’ve lived too long with tears so cold
O roaring sea, o roaring sea.
He was to make one last journey
To bid goodbye to his family
Because he wished to live with me
He forsook his own immortality
O roaring sea, o roaring sea!
A withered hag, I come to thee
Take me, free me, o deep dark sea
This Valentine’s Day, this day of love
I go, I go to peace above
O roaring sea, o roaring sea!
Bring us together, murdering sea
I so lost, and him so free
On Valentine’s Day, of joy and cheer
I come to you with conquered fear
O roaring sea, o roaring sea...
Blue-green sea, so wise and old
Roaring sea, so deep and cold
Splash!
Stumble!