Last Commented Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (811)

October 10, 1995


Across the black water, a gentle breeze stirs,
reflecting the moon’s face in soft golden light.
Nocturnal creatures ease close to the lake shore,
where they drink, hunt and feast, while cloaked by the night.

The pearl moon wears the same placid expression,
unchanged since the long night first followed day.
She hovers, watchful of harvest and earth.
Her powerful spell can lead mortals astray.

A silent voice beckons, "Look to yon hill crest,
past outlying fields of cornstalks and wheat.
The moon unveils the great walls of Camelot.
Hear thee the wind’s song, and hear its heart beat.”

A radiant glow crowns each object and shape,
conjuring scenes from a medieval tale.
My whimsy gives life to faeries and dragons,
and Round Table knights questing the Grail.

One silhouette stands apart from the grand oaks,
whose presence the pearl moon greets with a sigh.
The enchanter, Merlin, looks to her smiling,
enriching his soul with the nightingale's cry.

My mind’s eye can see a small, obscure window,
framing Guinevere’s face as she prays for her love.
Her will and her conscience conflict painfully;
she begs to be cleansed in the pearl moon above.

Across the black water, a gentle breeze stirs.
The moon rises proudly; a huge shining pearl.
The magic and imagery summoned from legend,
returns to my dreams, in a blink and a whirl.

Ahoy there Matey!

Blimey, If I were a pirate upon the sea,

I would search and capture thee!

Sail Ho! A greater treasure could not be found,

A fair lassie, One with lips of cherry wine

Succulent, tasty and drunk with mine

A Saucy wench to behold and take to bed

To shore with you, as a consort but not to wed

How pleasant it would be, without the worldly strife

Upon the white sandy beaches we would lie, I with you
my willing, carousing stand-in wife

A sensuous women lying there
A booty, a treasure that no one could compare

I would forsake my blood soaked sword for thee

Oh! How happy life would ever be

Ahoy there Matey, my mates call me from a distant shore

To pirate the seas for evermore

Shiver me timbers, this poem must end

Fair winds to ye, ye be more then mee friend

Avast Ye, I must go now to plunder the sea!

For a Pirates life’s the one fur mee

Ho, Ho, Ho and a bottle of rum

Before I go give me some!

Poem
by Buccaneer Captain

JimEee

A day with Sleeping Sorry no face... Saying i'm Sorry is just not me!
For nothing risked is nothing gained,
A game I just have to play,
To win your maiden heart,
Or lose and try somewhere else,
Life goes on,
They always say,
To that I toast,
And be on my way.
I pass downtown of the city,
Along the blocks and city streets,
I cross the shops and a small town,
Through the lanes that is going all the way down.
I make it across the ravine and valley,
Into open spaces of bluegrass county,
And in the middle of nowhere,
In the field of corns I think I am lost.
The scarecrow is there to keep me company,
For how long till the day is gone...
Not a soul beside me and I am shaking to the bones,
The chill has settle and here to stay.
As night approaches my eyes are amazed,
By the glory of heavean above dancing,
This is the land on which the sky sit,
And my mind and body is ready to sleep,
Tomorrow will bring a better fortune,
Life goes on,
They always say,
Today has been an adventure for me,
So far I face no known danger,
Like a sly seeking twister,
Or even worst still ...Count Dracula's sister!
My imagination is running free again,
Sleep tight under the stars and an Owl's lullaby....
A new world opens to me when dreams are roaming free.....Zzz...

Oh by the way...
If you're reading this tale of Sleeping Sorry no face,
I'm sorry this is the End,
Good night and sweet scary dream...Zzzz...

Longing paradise
I rubbed sand in my long hair
Leaping in the air

He searches the lands from high above, looking for his soul mate trying to find his love before it all to late, his body battered and worn, slowly leaking his golden life force, for he was in a war to protect her life, he suffered fatal wounds, to give her a feeling chance, because she had to live no matter what the cost. Then suddenly he sees a golden glow, upon a mountain top, just past the old ruins of a wooden bridge, he lands next to her, exhausted and out of breath, for his time is close at hand, he passed the ultimate test of his life, with an arrow protruding from his weeping heart, he couldn’t leave with them apart, as golden tears ran down his face, he closed his eyes and lays limp.
As she rests her scaly head upon his chest tears flowing free, she smiles to gaze upon the golden egg in her nest knowing that they will be forever strong as the eggs father sacrificed his life for that of the golden dragon that is his unborn son.

The Bridge stood like a
sentinal of doom against
this dense fog..
We all stood there wondering
who might venture the first
step towards this towering
monster
The wind howled through
the massive steel columns
that supported this mysterious
beast..
We only heard stories as to
what might be on the other
side..
A few hopefuls mumbled that
there might be a new beginning,
a new dawn
Still more seem to fear that
we merely were walking into
the jaws of death, mere sheep
being wooed into the stomachs
of some hellish other worldly
creature
A woman took a step toward the
bridge and an old man clutched
her arm and warned, 'Don't go!'
She pulled away and disappeared
in the fog
A brave soul?..
A fool?
We all wondered.
Strange clanking noises rang
out from the bridge and we
surmised the womans fate
Yet who had the courage to
follow in her foot steps?
What awaited us on the other
side?
What had we to loose to find
out?
Should we turn and merely retread
the same old ground we bemoaned
as 'death's vally?'
What was back there for us?
Better to die in freedom than
live as we had been living..
in self imposed slavery..
This is what we told ourselves
as we cautiously arm in arm
stepped toward the Bridge..
If only~

Mary had a lamb one day
It was young, plump and juicy
Quick as a wink in the oven it went
And was roasted to perfection

Mary went to school one day
The lamb not there to save her
Fell over, broke her leg
And ended up in traction

In the corner little Jack Horner
A boy so strange and weird
Plays with his bum, sticks in his thumb
Yells out, ‘Eureka! I’m in.’

Then there was Miss Muffet
Who espied him from her tuffet
Decided he’s kinky, said quick as a winky
‘Let’s run off and live in sin.’

There was Mary, who was quite contrary
In her garden she was hiding
There were swingers and winners
And nude lesbians all around

Jack was nimble and he was quick
But he got hit with a dirty big stick
He was where he should not be
Hiding in the bushes he was found

While up the hill Jack did trot
And the damn Jill ran right after
Tripped him up when he reached the top
Then burst out in laughter

Down he tumbled over and over
Until he hit a mighty oak tree
Hobbled home, jumped into bed
And stayed home thereafter

The first letter of each line
spells the title of your poem.

~~~~ SNOWBALL ~~~~

S now swirling earthward on the breeze
N ude branches covered in the trees
O pen fields a carpet white
W ith Snowshoe Rabbits taking flight
B ulbs asleep beneath the ground
A utumns leaves no longer found
L akes and ponds and rivers freeze
L ayers of snow up to your knees

Sounds like Snowball time to me !! Hee Hee ! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

“Please Sir Rumpelstiltskin can you take my baby out into the garden and let him enjoy the sunshine with you. While you are doing that I will arrange a grand reception befitting a fine man of your high station.” On and on dripped the words of honey until
Rumpelstiltskin had no choice but to agree.

Quickly she handed over the baby and showed him where the gardens were. The moment he was gone she ripped her dress, pushed her hair into disarray and splashed water on her face to simulate crying. The furniture she overturned and scattered all around. Then she ran, waddled really, to the King’s chambers.

“Help! Help!” she screamed as she entered, “he has taken our baby. He broke into my chambers and boasted that Rumpelstiltskin takes what he wants. He was heading for the gardens.”

The King despatched his men with orders to show no mercy. How dare anyone touch the Royal Prince. To do so would mean instant death. Heavily armed guards arrived in the garden. There they found Rumpelstiltskin as expected. Poor Rumpelstiltskin not expecting any trouble, thought that they had come to take him to his party. He was cut to pieces where he stood and his remains fed to the dogs.

The King and Queen lived, you might say, happily ever after. The truth about Rumpelstiltskin and his being betrayed was never told. Some time later two brothers, I think they were called Grimm, but I’m not sure, passed this way and they told the story quite different.

The reality was that Rumpelstiltskin was a poor innocent who had tried to help the Miller’s daughter and in return was betrayed and his good name besmirched.

Now I can hear you ask, what about the miller? Well I know that this is not part of the story but seeing that you asked.

Once his daughter was gone he suddenly found himself with money left over. No longer was all his labour going into providing for his lazy offspring. When he had enough money he decided to follow his dream, his main love. Drinking and being jolly. He opened a drinking establishment that he owned and not leased from the King.

This establishment he decided to call ‘The Miller’s Arms Hotel’. His fame quickly spread and people came from all around. Why he was so famous that they came from two counties over even.

Did he ever hear from the King and Queen? You guessed it, not even once. He lived to a ripe old age still being jolly to his last day.

Now you are the first to have been told about the shameful treatment of Rumpelstiltskin and how the truth was turned around. This is the whole truth and nothing but the truth.


The End

Slowly I drift towards awareness, I begin to surface
Even at this stage I realise there is something wrong
As my eyes open I try to focus, look around
There, at the end of my bed, standing so still

A faint ghostly figure, was it male or female?
I should be feeling terrified but I only feel calm
A strange sort of luminescence surrounds this figure
Gradually, ever so gradually it becomes brighter

Now I can see it is a female, incredibly beautiful
Her radiance lighting up the room, bouncing off the walls
Becoming so bright it was almost burning the retinas
For a moment I closed my eyes, her vision was still clear

Her white gown fluttering in a non-existent breeze
Catching the lacy sleeves as she raised her arms
Her flowing golden hair cascading down to her waist
And her skin so white and pale it was almost translucent

Her eyes bored into mine reaching down into my soul
Yet there was nothing but love and compassion in them
And her smile, men have fought battles for such as this
To tug at the heartstrings, to overwhelm with emotion

I just lay there, unable to even move, powerless to act
‘Steve,’ she spoke, no not spoke, rather more like a melody
A melody that flowed as sweet and thick as honey
One that sends ripples of pure pleasure through your body

‘Steve,’ again as the waves forcefully crashed against me
I lay there like a lonely lighthouse on a craggy rock
As wave after wave pounded me, washed over me
‘Steve,’ once again, and this time she held out her hand

Without the slightest hesitation I reached out and held it
Slowly I rose from my bed and moved next to her side
I felt, different, somehow more alive, like never before
It was as if I had drunken from the fountain of youth

And there on the bed lay a wrinkled old man, smiling
A man who had reached one hundred and two
Who had led a long, eventful life, with not too many regrets
‘Time to go home,’ she said, and I knew she was right