Last Commented Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (811)

This story, as all these type of stories begin, happened once upon a time, in a land far, far away. It is almost lost in the mists of time. There lived a Miller and, as far as Millers went, he was not a bad fellow. His only vice, if you could call it that, was that he was rather fond of a drink and at every opportunity he enjoyed one, or more.

He did not own his own mill but leased it from the King. Not that this stopped him from being jolly. He was rather round and laughed most of the time. He was jollier still when he was imbibing.

The only bane in his life was his daughter. She was fat and to be truthful rather ugly. Now you might say that saying this is not nice, well, if she stood next to a donkey’s behind the only way you could tell them apart was that the donkey has a tail. Her chin had multiple chins and her face was covered with pustules and her upper lip had the makings of a great moustache.

I should also mention that she was lazy. Lazy is actually an understatement. She was loathe to leave her bed, except when it came to eating. Were it not for the fact that food was not brought to her bed I believe she would have stayed in there. Grunting and groaning she would drag herself out of bed and make her way to the kitchen. Once she had eaten she would make her way back to bed, to rest after her exertions.

The Miller was at his wits end. What to do? How to get rid of her? She was eating him out of house and home, there was barely food left for him. When it came to eating her laziness disappeared. Bowl after bowl of food vanished, straight down her gullet. The situation was getting so bad that he was even running out of money for drinking. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

It was her habit that when she finished eating she would go outside for nature’s call. When she went outside to use the outhouse he locked the doors and barred the windows. To her surprise she could not get back in. No amount of begging and pleading or crying moved the Miller to open the door.

Repeatedly she walked round and round the house looking for entrance but it was securely locked and shuttered. She tried approaching the neighbours but they knew her habits only too well. They quickly locked their doors also and barred their windows. Nobody wanted her in their house.

The music fills the air soft and slow,
she feels the soft silk of her skirt caress her thighs as she moves, her feet arched in the high heels makes her legs look pretty, her soft curls fall around her shoulders swaying as she moves.
The muscles of his shoulders under her hands ripple as he moves with her, his hands secure on her hip as he swings her slightly his arms cradle her, she feel like liquid flowing with him as they dance.

Lost in his arms, flowing where he leads, she feels the music become a part of them and her body moves where he and the music want it to move.

I had a dream... At first no color no sound...
But graying mist all around,
Stone that was cool to the touch
Making me feel that the sun had just gone down,
I wandered around the still now darkened garden
My instinct telling me that a treasure was soon to be found
And there... pressed against the stone I found the bell
And on it I laid a finger.
As I prayed for an answer
Soon silently the portal opened
I stepped in side a dimly lit chamber
But you were not to be seen.
With a dainty step I moved ahead
Sure I would have no regret..
Strains of music playing hauntingly
But as yet not a single being.
Drawn yet not pulled, called yet no one spoke a word
I walked on
Till steps descended
and there before me, you were
Seated on what appeared your throne
At once I knew, I had found you...
My Master, My Lord...
My Love forever true.

Little dresses ruffles and ribbons,
pinks with lace, blue with net, yellow with roses.

A little girls dream, she slips into one and twirls round and round,
slips out and into the next and she is a princess, slips into the yellow
and she becomes a fairy, and in the white with little pink ribbons,
pink roses and lots of ruffles she becomes
'Amisha, the most beautiful little angel'

Laughing and gay she skips and twirls, seeing the light she smiles
and runs into her new home to show her friends her dress, in this
world she can be anything she wants to be.

The present -
tomorrow's past
yesterday's future
Is the past an illusion?
Is the future a fantasy?
What is Time?
Our scientists cannot say
If there are no events
to measure it
will Time exist?
Did it have a beginning?
Will it have an ending?
What is Time?

Mom my breathing is funny and I can't feel my body, why are these people running around my bed?

They must have put air inside me because I can fly now, look mom I can hold out my hands and fly high, Mom, why can't you hear me?
Why is she crying so much, I am ok now the hurt is gone and now I can breath without that nasty tube they put inside me, its ok mom you don't have to worry about me any more, Dad is here to fetch me, he said he would come back later when you were ready to let me go, and now I feel ready, can you let me go now mom, he said the angels are waiting to play with me in heaven, there are lots of little angels there.

God's newest angel floats down and sits on her moms lap, takes her moms face in both hands and kisses her tears away, smiles at her Dad standing waiting and takes his hand, as they leave she knows mom will be ok later because dad told her.

My precoius my ring
Into mordor four hobbits will go
To take the ring to melt into mordors furnice to
Do battle with saron
Into middle earth

Each step fought with danger
Golim eies his prescious the ring he want
To have it once more his ring stolen from
Him no he's at his masters call

A whipping boy to take and guide his master to middle earth
He don't want his ring to go
The elfs guide
The hobbits task but ff much in help

That task to be carried out for frodo the only one to carry it out

And she closes her eyes, reaches out her arms and begins to spin, gently turning round and round.

Her world begins to play out in her mind like a movie, she is a child and she smiles and spins a bit faster, she becomes a girl and she throws back her head and laughs as she spins even faster.

And suddenly she becomes a young woman and she begins to slow down, slowly, slowly until she finds she is standing arms at her sides and she opens her eyes, smiles at all the adults looking at her and walks forward as a Lady should.

She has children and gently watches them grow, content to walk slowly and loves being the adult.

One day she finds she is a woman, her children are young adults, and she is walking gently alone, not unhappy just alone.

He looks at this woman, holds out his hand and his eyes ask her to trust him, she, almost without thinking places her hand in his.

She closes her eyes once more and he begins to walk around her, she finds herself spinning ever so slowly and she smiles, he fills her soul with magic and she spins faster, once more throwing back her head and laughing, but this time she opens her eyes and his face is there smiling right back into her.

She found her 'Neverland' his name is Michael:-)

So deeply connected to the past the mind feels trapped in this world we live in, and most of us can not see what we feel and know is real.

And so, we block out the wierd thoughts that maybe we lived before, maybe we connected before in another time and space, another body, a connecting of souls and minds.

What if, we just relaxed and accepted what we feel, what our minds and souls show us, what if we just forgot to feel wierd and strange, what if we forgot to worry how this would look to others and opened our minds and souls to maybe?

So much unexplained, so much unexplored, and maybe the boy who plays the piano at age two or three like he has been playing his whole life, maybe his mind and soul had been doing just that?

A child remembers an older woman and calls her daughter, explains all about her life to her and who her brothers and sisters are having never met the older woman in this life?

Have you ever wondered, if you lived before and found someone you connected with so deeply you were restless and disconnected up until the time he or she came into your space,
and suddenly the world made sense, stopped being so jumbled and you found your soul at such peace like it had been found.

What if.......we let ourselves relax :-)

Don't you just hate it when you get sick?
your head feels like someone stuffed it with cotton,
your throat feels like someone really hates you and lined it with razer blades,
you shiver and freeze, then someone puts the heat up and you feel like you are the sunday roast.
sigh, I know I have this guy inside me:-)



So love the love bug xox

But, this "bugger" joined him these past few days:-(






sigh, Michael please tell him to leave.
mmmwha