Legs weaker than wings
Another poem I wrote inspired by a painting from Marcel Lorange. I stared at it for quite a while, trying to figure what could have happened, and then the poem just sort of started to write itself o.O ^_^ What happened additionally though apart from the picture and its story, is that I think I ended letting thoughts of myself flow into this, which relate more to the overall male/female theme. The story to me has turned out to be just as much about the differences, and how male and female each have their own 'fortes', and how this should be handled with smiles and loving teasing to create the magic :)
THE THUNDERSTONE
A few old English/Norse words in this one, Tome is a very big book or stone tablet, Bole is a tree trunk.....Wode is wood, Wodegeld is payment for wood...Mire is like a marsh or bog....Hope you enjoyed it...Andrew...xxx
Spirit Walk
Astral projection poem..
Legend, Mist & Magic
I love writing poems that explore fantasy.
Of princes, ivory towers and stubborn maidens
Rapunzel: You are getting further each time, I must give you that. Ouch.. that looked like it hurt! Prince (groaning): Why did I ever have to come this way... Rapunzel: Stop complaining, not my fault you took the wrong turn. Could be worse, other wrong turn and you could be beaten by the witch with a broomstick right now. Prince: Sounds kinky! Rapunzel (with a sigh): males... Prince: Does that witch wear black leather? Rapunzel: Stop day dreaming, I thought you had a tower to climb. Prince: This better be worth it! Rapunzel: Almost.. just a little bit further.. yes! Oh holy sh....... yieks - NO! At the foot of some tower once upon a time lay a prince sprawled out on his back in a heap that once was his shiny armour... Next to him knelt a maiden, gently kissing him awake, smiling ever so brightly. Prince (blinking while slowly regaining consciousness): Why the heck did you make me do that when you were planning to come down all along? Rapunzel: Well ya know, a guy in shining armour never had his metal tested, and no self respecting maiden living in an ivory tower will ever settle for a whimp. Prince: I could have broken my neck! Rapunzel: No true prince would ever end breaking his neck climbing a tower to reach his maiden, no matter what, just doesn't happen in fairytales. I was counting on that. Now I know you are a prince, and your metal is dented too! Are you going to claim your price or what? Prince (growling): I am bruised all over, and you got THAT on your mind? Rapunzel: I stole some black leather from the witch and a broom... Prince: Okay, I think I can manage. Can we use the stairs this time? Rapunzel: Of course........... And so it came to be that a tower was climbed after all, no hair suffered split ends, and the witch still does not know where her favourite broom and black leather bra have disappeared to. The prince and his maiden however lived happily ever after, for she knew he was real, while he definitely didn't fancy conquering any more towers if he could possibly avoid it...
Beautiful Land
This is part of a song I wrote as I watched my then two year old daughter skipping through the long grass some twenty six years ago...I am glad to say that she (as an artist) still lives in that fairytale land where anything is possible.
The Magic Wand
A simple story of a magic stick magicians call a wand. Written: 13th July 2013
time
The hands of the clock stood still Time was frozen For a while No movement of the fingers No counting of time in time and space Nothing Moved frozen to the spot Time stood still movement no more People frozen no sound no Traffic
In London Town
Jack the Ripper comes out to play A blood stain knife, with throats he slices. Bodies in gutters, eaten by mice, wandering soul, with no place to go. Screams are smothered, under a murderous smite. As werewolves howls, on full moon nights; 'M
The Truth About Hansel And Gretel (part 1of3)
This document was found in an earthenware jug buried in the dark woods
The Truth About Hansel And Gretel (part 2of3)
At the break of dawn I set off into the forest. In places it was almost impassable and I had to fight my way through the undergrowth. The trees were so tall that I could not see the sky. I had no idea how far in or how long I had travelled when I cam
The Truth About Hansel And Gretel (part 3of3)
It was a few days later that I heard a lot of raised voices. My home was surrounded by a mob of angry men shouting obscenities at me. They called me an evil old witch. Claimed that I had tried to eat their children. Right there, in the middle of t
The Space Traveller (for dark horse)
One day Liam was out strolling when down came a space ship frightened he saw the door open and out quite casually strolled His old feathered friend the duck "sit down and listen" my irish friend "I have been to space visited the moon and sp
MoonDance
A blind boy with his mom Moved into a new town On a Full moon An adventure begins While his mom at work He found a friend To do normal things Like a normal kid But his friend is a ghost ......
The sea
I am here Standing amongst the sand Enjoying the inanimate touch My mind on everything and nothing Seashells glisten temptingly to be plucked All other bodies are surreal Like figurines Strategically placed They have no purpose Ot
trick or treet
Dressed in costumes Ready to play trick or treet Some wear black witches outfits some dressed as pumkins Some ghosts With goblins With there trick and their treets and buckets They knock on unwanted doors They shout trick or treet
MoonDance II
Jack the blind boy found his best friends, first it was Kate and than Mary, they spends hours together until his mum return and moments before that they leave. . . If does things any 10-12yr boy does,but the folks find it surprising and even forgiving coz he is blind. They feel uneasy to complain to his mother coz they see the coz his happy face.
Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 10a)
The continuing saga of the Black Dove as he battles his way through 12 exciting chapters in this adventure/sci fi classic poetry serial. Editor : Marikia Written : 11th August 2013
Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 10 B)
The Story Continues. Because of the long story it has been written in two parts A & B. because of formatting restrictions by CS.
The Secret Ninga
Move, like cat hiding from light moving with shadows waiting to strike with mighty sword in hand and Percheron blade don't blink twice he will Avead black as night from east he slays the demeans held with in theses walls with one swift strike the
come walk with me
just random thoughts
Cinderella, The Real Story (part3of3)
A message was sent to him from an unknown source claiming that Emma was the mysterious woman. Emma had paid a handsome amount to have that message sent. This was the first hint as to who the woman was and the King was quick to follow it up. When h
Cinderella, The Real Story (part2of3)
Of course, it goes without saying, that she sabotaged her step-sisters’ outfits. Her outfits were not as spectacular as hers but she was not going to take any chances. From each she took one shoe and threw them away. Then she completely destroyed the
Cinderella, The Real Story (part1of3)
Sometimes the truth can become so much distorted that what is left almost bears no relation to the truth. Here I need to tell what really happened. It all started a long, long time ago in a land far, far away. There lived a couple; they were not w
The Big Secret (aka F.A.R.T.)
This document was found in a cellar in Munich ... it was torn and blood stained ... I do not verify its authenticity
Dance with the universal stars
Three and a half men, Drop their pants naked, Leaving everything hanging loose, No worries and nothing to lose, http://photos.connectingsingles.com/blogs/10/bl
The Lost Of Terra
This is the place where all come Here and now they gather Everything must come to an end Life force slowly trickles out Others flow like a river Some depart so very young Then others so long to linger Only the gods answers have For them it’
Crazy Lizzy
You know it is there but you just can’t see it No matter how quick you turn, it is gone again But if you just glance out of the corner of your eyes You can just make it out, it is there But no-one believes me; they think that I am mad ‘Crazy L
dreams
my dreams take me beyond the sun,to a land beyond. saber tooth lions,caves galore a streems slumber to wake no more. my dreams take me to the moon where romance,is a dance between butterflys amongst the willow trees. my dreams take me to the stars va
It's....Him!
I’m sitting by the lake shore, in the middle of the night. Staring at the moon and the stars that shine so bright. Seeing nothing but his face inside my mind’s eye. Listening to my heart race, as I have to wonder why? Is it him I really want, or
Dreaming Late at Night
All scenes from some faraway, distant galaxy kind of place in my dreams.
Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 11)
The Black Dove story is nearly over, enjoy the final twist to this not to be missed serial in the final part... 12 Written: 26th August 2013 Editor: Marikia
Merry Christmas
IT just a made up story to tell people to give a gift and share about how Christ was born. Merry Christmas
heavens above
Fields of green undulating Ebbs and flow Silence of the summers day Heat rises Warming the soul With white flowing wings Halo above Long flowing robe White to touch Flowing blue sky Field full Games played Bathing waters
Electric soul
ELECRIC SOUL Through fingertips Into the soul Through eyes Through silicone chips, and glass disks Along mettle wires, and across radio waves Knowledge is given Knowledge is found Enter
Figment of My Imagination
Your complexity Intensifies me Walking away You turn around Brooding, and Exuding confidence You think… And you hesitate, Watching… Every move I make You wait, and you bait You contemplate… Your natural inclinations To take To break To
” Animal birthday party”
Poem #94 : Tried to come up a poem for a children's book" Not my style, i'm more of a dark writer! But hey, this is my attempt, tell me what you think?
Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 12) Final
This is the final part to the epic serial poem "Legend Of The Black Dove" I hope all the poets who read this and followed the story enjoyed my efforts in trying to bring my character to life and all the excitement of his escapades, this story was a tribute to the cinema serials that operated around the world making many children and adults happy, the movie cliff hangers ran from the 1930s to 1956, My idea was a modern offshoot to these classics. (To see some of these serials view you tube.com) Written : 4th September 2013 Editor : Marikia
Giant
Doing some new years resolutions and got a few ideas..Happy new year everyone.
Field of Dreams
We become what we dream.
A Silver Night
a scene viewed through the mind's eyes... a dream but not a dream...
ROUND TABLE KEYBOARD
It just came out after watching a movie ..