Last Commented Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (811)

The castle knights had been absent for three
months engaged in battle with the Manglelegion
tribe on the southern side of Celtic Pass..
The small Celtic village comprised mostly of
woman and children were nestled between two
mountain ridges where any military advantage
by pontential attacks from the Manglelegion tribe
were hopefully reduced to certain defeat by the
elite forces of the castle guard..
Edmund Doyle, the commander of the castle guard had
created the village as a safe house mostly for the aged, and
women and children, but especially for his wife Shantiel, and
his daughter Chershay. In the advent of a long
and pitched battle they had always been secure fromfrom
retaliation, yet in this season the Manglelegion scouts hadfrom
managed to breach the protected pass which had
ensured against any surprise attack.
Edmund Doyle had trained two wolves, a female he named
Satin, and a male he called Pounce. These wolves he trained
to seek him out in the advent of an enemy attack.
The wolves were trained to carry an article of
clothing to Edmund Doyle though they had to make
their way through dense forest..
But it was Satin, Doyle's most beloved wolf that had
won his trust to deliver a message..
The infamous warrior Darkhorse of the Manglelegion
tribe had boasted on several ocassions that he would
see Edmund Doyle's wife and child hanged and would
feed their flesh to the birds had lead his small bad of
warriors through the Celtic pass and would make good
on his promise to vanguish the unarmed Celtic village
and to put to death the wife and child of Edmund Doyle..
On this battlefield blanketed with snow Doyle sharpened
his sword in a forest lit only by the moon..
He paused, as a sound behind him alerted his
attention
He was greeted by a warm tongue upon his face..
It was Satin, is beloved female wolf with the red
scarf of Doyle's wife tucked under her collar..
Doyle knew by this that the Manglelegion tribe had
broken through the pass and that he would never
reach the village in time to save its inhabitants..
But now his only hope lay in Pounce who he trained
for the sole purpose of identifying and killing Darkhorse..
Pounce was no messager dog, but a natural killer which
no amount of training could quell..
It was Pounce, who was crouching at the forest edge
and with steel blue eyes studied every move of Darkhorse
as he lead Doyle's wife and child to be hung in front
of sobbing villagers..
And it was Darkhorse who would turn to discover the primal
instincts of Pounce and he who greets with fire!

Once upon a very long time ago....
In an ancient fantasy realm,
An island with 2 royal and their retainers,
Looking for a well hidden magical treasure,
Duke Ondos of WinterWonderland,
And Lady WeeWee of Windyhearts.
On a sandy beach a castle rest,
Built by Master
Elo69,
with the help of Master Odette67.
The day so hot,
They jump into water...
Lady WeeWee in royal bikini and her consort Sir Ondos in trunk armor.
Spit and splash they play,
Like children of rotten brats!
And then the sky darken...
Claps of thunder with lightning meet ,
Frighten were they and scurry they go,
Screaming to shelter against the forces of Nature!
But more was to come in this poetic saga...
Fill with twists and plots will bring you laughter,
And many more actor will come to pass,
Along this intriguing rom-com path.
....To be Continued

A long, long time ago, it was in the days of old
When women were dainty and knights were bold
Lived a fire breathing demon, or so the legend is told

Round this demon roamed and villages burned to the ground
In desperation the call went forth and riders sent all around
Be it knight or noble, to peasant and all, a hero must be found

Rewards would be great for the one, he that would demon slay
Rich was the King and plenty land, half his kingdom to give away
And best of all, they all agreed, his daughter’s hand on the very day

So many suitors had come to woo and win the Princess’ hand
This creature so beautiful and fair, on her hand to place a band
One after another she’d turned them down, why no-one could understand

One by one, in their shiny armour, came up the knights so bold
Head held high into forest they rode, in their eyes the promise of gold
Fearful screams of battles fierce, not one returned to grow gracefully old

The last to remain, a peasant boy, dressed in rags with hood on head
In he strode with staff in hand, no battle sounds but silence instead
Out strolled the peasant whistling a song and demon flying overhead

In the middle of meadow he calmly stopped with demon by his side
Who was this boy that could tame a demon, but no-one could decide
He had done the deed, tamed the demon, now he claimed his bride

The Princess cursed for she hated men, but now her fate was sealed
Promised she was to this man, her husband to be stood in the field
No change of mind the King allowed no matter how much she appealed

A gasp went up as his face was revealed for in reality the he was a she
The King cursed, the Princess swooned, how could this possibly be
However if you looked closely, delight on the Princess’ face you’d see

The Princess and the girl married and lived in a state of bliss
They were meant for each other, knew with the first kiss
And they were known forever as the Princess and the Miss

“Convergence”

What is this presence behind the scene
While science and spirit converge in scream
Describing same only separate seen.

Pulse of life, pulled from frame
What prevents its passing aid
Back to that it used to be
Anchored down from thee unseen.

Across connections without cord
Therein a secret lays
Just time imagined without her hands
For mans’ demand, this maze.

Even now wise men know
The smaller that things get
Greater gifts can come from it
Along a souls subsist.

Science is seeing as faith is to feel
How to join their hands
So each may learn a greater truth
Of that beyond expanse.

Polished chrome desire
highway open-top
soft-frock mocha
rolled green

White eyed wild
Jamaican auto-pop
escort of the instant
allegro allegro

out of my head
out of my league
submit submit
candy lip-gloss sheen

"You had better come in" she said
hint of French
a plush manoeuvre
in that she excelled
no question

Porpoise grey eyes
discerning
drawn to action
you could feel the pulse
no disguise here

"Ice?" she asked
"Straight." I replied
She eyed me thoughtfully, gamefully..
"The full measure then.."
"The full measure" I replied

Her dream laid bare the African night
forest, fear and musk
beloved and woven
in this verdant meridian

The ghostly fires of the river spirits
plumes, fragrant and ancient
they are calling from the shores
shrill and elect
ride with us
rites with us
in robes majestic

Today she calls him the funny time warp man
He writes in the past and after many days the words come back again
The future was tomorrow then tomorrow became today to be always when

She will still act surprised
That he got stuck looking into her lovin' eyes
And still surprised to know the past isn't letting go

The date and time was never a plan
There's no agenda to meet again
Why should she he's the funny time warp man

Under my spell ye
cannot resist

My love dust has
fallen like golden
mist

Just a sprinkle or
two is all it took

Unicorns await us at
the castle brook

Together we'll ride
like king and queen

On your hand I slip
this dimond ring~

I am one alone
Drifting in the breeze
Going wherever I please
A rising sun beshone
On wings make me soar
Lighter than before
Lifting each hollow bone
Arisen from the grave
Escaping each gravity wave
Such monotony drones
Far, far below as it grows
Artificial light that glows
Such a stone once thrown
Nevermore to return
Exactly where I was born
All my origins unknown
I am one alone