Last Commented Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (811)

See the sun as it sets its fire to never forget. See the moon to be hold as lovers take a strole. See the stars as they look in your eyse. See the rain and take a chance to dance. See the winds of change as nothing stays the same.

Good evening ladies and gentlemen.
I am here to unveil the newest pet.
I believe this animal will replace the dog
as man's most loving companion.
I present to you the velociraptor.
Don't be afraid, I have domesticated this beast.
He's not gonna disembowel anyone here, I assure you.
He is above all a great protector.
No burglar would dare rob you or mug you with one
of these babies as your pet.
Thanks to cloning technology we were able to put
the DNA found in a dinosaur egg and put it into a chicken egg.
So these velociraptors would be cheap to mass produce.
Sir, please put your camera away!
As I said earlier my pet raptor is a great protector,
maybe a little too good.
Down boy, down Hugo. Put down that camera, oh no!
Hugo, don't you dare disembowel that man,
oh you're gonna be punished now, no just kidding Hugo.
Just kid- Ow! Aaa! You get my flesh out of your mouth
this instant Hugo. Everyone, I am sorry, I would advise you
to run for your lives because I just remembered one more real
important thing about having a velociraptor as a pet.
You have to feed him each day in the morning.
If not, then, well as I am and that camera guy,
you become his snack. Well, I seem to be losing vital fluids.
I seem to be dieing, so my final words would have to be,
it really hurts getting eaten alive by a velociraptor!

Travelling through the eerie woods
Trees of bright red Granderwood
Beneath my feet the Grovel Grubs
Their marching sounds my ears do reach
Beware, beware, do not step on them
For their teeth gnaw through boots
And toes they find so very delicious

Above so high the treetops sway
Home to the green Karpunzels
So shrill their cry, a mating call
They are cannibalistic by nature
Should the time be wrong, no mating game
The battle is on, survival the game
The loser becomes this nights dinner

In the sky circling high above
The purple Diving Quarker Bird
Circles high and folds his wings
And dives to forest floor below
There he finds the tiny Lousacrats
Scurrying in panic to evade his dive
Those once caught, carried home for sharing

So I'm telling you, travel lightly my friend
Round every tree is lurking danger
Some are big and so easily seen
Yet some the danger's much smaller
So take care, my friend beware
You're travelling these woods so eerie
God be willing, these woods you'll be leaving

As the dawn chorus fills our ears and awakes us to dawn.We move with the seasons day inday out in our pursuits.Seasons bring warmth,seasons bring cold.If only we bring light into our world and block out the darkness around us.Shine on you crazy diamonds.

I looked into your eyes and saw a glimpse of what tomorrow might bring if I stay by your side, this vision amazed me by what you are willing to do to keep me out of harms way.
The night was full of breathless sights all of them within my grasp, but my hands were unwilling to work, almost as though my whole being was in a strong-hold. The beauty that surrounds you give's me hope of a better time to come.
My years are full of love from you, your glow gives me strength that I never knew existed. I can go for several more rounds as long as your by my side and I can feel your touch when I get that cold sensation that sweeps me from head to toe.
My body is tired, I am no longer young not even to the eyes of one so bold as yourself, your vow was kept but now you must go take to your needs and find another to watch over, no more can you do not today or tomorrow so please just let me go.

He came to hearing a soft feminine voice talking in a soothing manner. When he opened his eyes Granny was leaning over him softly caressing his face. It all came back to him and panic stricken he looked around expecting to see Little Red Riding of The Hood lurking in the background.

“You’re safe,” Granny softly whispered to him. “I’m sorry that it took so long to rescue you but she surprised me and had me tied up in the wardrobe.”

Granny explained to him that Little Red was really her granddaughter but she was a psychopath and had escaped from Happy Haven Asylum for the Criminally Insane. While Harold was still out of it Little Red had been collected and taken back to the Asylum.

Although Harold tried to stay with Granny in her Cottage he kept waking up in the middle of the night soaked in sweat and screaming. He decided that unfortunately he could no longer stay there.

By the third day he hugged Granny and bid her a tearful goodbye. In the short time he had become rather fond of Granny but the thought that Little Red Riding of The Hood was so close by and could escape again did not allow him to relax and settle down.

Once again he was on the road with no direction. Going back to his old life was out of the question, so where to go was the immediate problem. He wandered from village to village finding enough work so that he could eat.

In one village he was eating hot chips wrapped in newspaper when an article caught his attention.

‘….it is believed that a wolf was responsible for attacking and killing Granny in her Cottage in the Dark Woods. Little Red Riding of The Hood stated that she saw a wolf leaving the Cottage just as she got there. She could not identify as to which wolf it was but claims that its fur was matted with blood. Police are investigating but admit they are baffled.’

Harold was sad that Granny was dead but glad that he had not stayed there otherwise surely he would be dead also. But it seemed that once again the truth had been twisted and the innocent party made to look like a villain.

Anybody that reads this will know the truth. The wolf was the poor innocent party and the real villain was that dastardly and despicable Little Red Riding of The Hood. Unfortunately history has made her out to be the innocent victim.

Poor Harold was so terrified that he couldn’t move. He was almost buried in the warm doona with only his face showing. What to do? Slowly he cast his eyes around the room and then he saw her.

It was the girl from the forest. She was still dressed completely in black except for her red cape and hood. There was nothing demure about her this time. She had a sneer on her face that made her look almost demonic.

“Why Granny you sounded so loud when you were sleeping. You were snoring so badly that I thought that something was wrong with you,” with that she leaned closer that she was almost nose to nose with Harold.

Harold was perplexed. Surely she couldn’t be confusing him with Granny. They looked nothing alike and they had met before in the Dark Woods.

“Oh Granny,” she said, “what big ears you have.” She leaned closer and gave his ears a tweak. Harold was almost wetting himself in fright.

When there was no reply she gave a wicked laugh. “Must be so that you can hear me better.” Once again she gave her wicked laugh. “Yes, listen to me Granny. Listen to Little Red Riding of The Hood.”

“Oh Granny, what big eyes you have,” and with that she poked him in the eyes hard enough to bring him to tears. “My, my, Granny, what big wet eyes you have. I know, all the better to see me with.”

Harold had tears streaming down his face. He had no idea why she was doing this to him. He thought about pleading with her and even raised his hands in supplication.

With this she started to dance around the bed all the time laughing. Faster and faster she danced around with her cape billowing behind her. She was making weird noises that almost sounded like a demonic song.

Suddenly she stopped when she noticed his raised hands. A cunning look passed across her face.

“Granny, what large hands you have.” With that she gave them a hard whack. Harold almost screamed in pain but only just managed to hold himself in. “I know, it’s all the better to hug me with.”

From under her cape she produced a large shiny knife. “My, my, Granny, what an ugly face you have,” she hissed as she waved the knife around. This was too much for poor Harold; he let out a mighty scream.

The last thing he saw before he fainted was a shadow and a rather large black frypan swinging through the air.

She made him a veritable feast for dinner. There were so many different types of lettuce he didn’t know where to start. There was Radicchio, Spinach, Swiss chard, Romaine, Curly endive and Argula just to name a few. And cucumbers, why there were Armenian cucumbers, English cucumbers, Kirby cucumbers, Lemon cucumbers and even Persian cucumbers.

There were so many different tomatoes he didn’t know where to look. Vegetables of all varieties and fruits, some of which he had never seen before. Harold thought that he had died and gone to heaven. She kept bringing more and more food out and to drink poured a delicious pear cider to wash it all down.

When Harold finished eating he was so full that he could barely move. Never before had he eaten so well and so much. Granny just kept smiling as she watched him devour the feast.

“Come with me and I’ll show you your room,” and with that Granny led him to the back part of the house. Here was a lovely room with flowery curtains and matching bedspread. Pillows were scattered all over the big bed and there was even a big fluffy lamb lying on the bed.

Off on the left side of the room was a doorway leading to the bathroom. Harold could smell some beautiful aromas drifting out from there. A bath before bed would be just the thing.

“I will leave you now to make yourself comfortable. If there is anything you want during the night you know where the kitchen is. Just help yourself. Good night Harold and I will see you in the morning.” With that she was gone and Harold was alone.

Harold ran his bath and added lots of bubble bath, maybe just a bit too much as he disappeared completely amongst the foam. With a bit of effort he cleared a hole through the bubbles so he could read his new book, ‘The Wolverine with the Dragon Tattoo’.

He was completely engrossed in the book that time just flew and he only realised it because the water was getting cold. He sighed and dragged himself out of the bath. After drying himself he realised that Granny thought of everything. There on the bed lay an old fashioned nightgown the type that old people wear. Gratefully he shrugged himself into it and crawled into bed.

This bed was so soft and comfortable that it was like sleeping on a cloud. With the light turned off the room was very dark and he quickly drifted off to sleep. The last thought that he had before sleep claimed him was how peaceful it was here and how lucky he was to have found Granny’s Cottage.

Suddenly the room was bathed in bright light. Harold felt the bed being kicked as he was rudely awakened. He lay there terrified not knowing what was happening.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” a nasty sneering voice came from a part of the room he couldn’t see.

As he slowly wandered along he was captivated by the smell of the flowers and the butterflies flitting around. He could hear frogs croaking and the sighing of the wind through the trees. He was so busy picking flowers that he did not see a dark shadow approaching him.

“Hello there,” said a little girls voice, “what are you doing out here?” A rather demure looking girl stood there. She was dressed totally in black except for her red cape and hood and suddenly no longer looked demure. She stood there staring at Harold demanding an answer with her piercing look.

Harold was rather intimidated by her appearance and started to stutter. “I’m going to Granny’s Cottage for a rest.” There was a lot more stuttering and even to his own ears he sounded ridiculous. As he was trying to back away she kept getting closer and closer until she was almost nose to nose with him.

“What’s in the basket?” she asked and not even waiting for an answer she started to reach for it. This was it for poor Harold and with a loud scream he took off into the Dark Woods. In his terror Harold ran off the path and into the woods. By the time he slowed down he was totally lost.

Not only was he lost but in his panic he had dropped the basket and gone were his few meagre belongings, but not only that, his lunch was also gone. Now poor Harold was a Vegan and he was really looking forward to having his cucumber and radish sandwiches. But alas, it was not to be.

Harold kept wandering along in an aimless fashion totally lost and his poor tummy rumbling so loud it startled him more than once. What was he to do, alone, hungry and completely lost. He had wandered for so long that he suddenly noticed that it was getting rather dark.

He was so miserable that tears rolled down his face and matted his fur. He was almost at the point that he was going to howl his misery for the Dark Woods to hear. It was then that he broke through a thicket and came into a clearing. And there in front of him stood a quaint little Cottage.

As he limped up to it he saw a sign on a post near the front door. Granny’s Cottage, Rest all who are weary. He had purely by chance found the cottage. He thanked all the gods who looked after lost wolves for guiding him here after all.

He timidly knocked on the door and waited. No response. He knocked again and as he did the door opened. “Welcome to Granny’s Cottage,” said a beautiful woman in her fifties. She was rather short but well proportioned and had long flowing blond hair. “Come in, don’t just stand there. Let’s make you comfortable.”

Harold felt instantly at peace and slowly stepped inside. He had the feeling that he could trust this woman. It was not just because she was gorgeous but because she gave off an aura of peace and tranquillity.

Now I ask you. Do you remember poor Harold? Yes, of course you know him as Big Bad Wolf but his real name was Harold Archibald Lupus. After his ordeal at the hands of the Three Little Pigs he almost went to pieces. He was so shook up that every little noise had him screaming and hiding under his bed. Walking past the fruit section if he should espy an apple he would instantly break out in the shakes and sweat would pour out of his body.

People were starting to talk and make funny circular motions near their temples with their fingers. He still had some friends that suggested that it might benefit him to seek medical help. Finally he managed to pull himself together and went to seek help from the world famous psychiatrist Karl Sigmund Gustav Von Jungefreud.

Contrary to popular belief, not all psychiatrists are unstable themselves. Von Jungefreud seemed to have a stable grip on reality. Possibly the only questionable thing about him was the black mini skirt, green lacy blouse with puffed sleeves and purple knee high boots with six inch heels. Purple matched with green? Definitely questionable.

Von Jungefreud pondered the problem for a while, scratched under his skirt a few times (which made poor Harold wince) and cleared his throat. “Clearly vat we have ere is a case ov Terrifieditus or in utter vords yu iss chicken.” He nodded his head, scratched his beard and then made a sound like a chicken. “Ja, ja yu must go avay so yu forget, ja, ja,” with that he made a motion with his hands to go away.

Poor Harold didn’t know what to do. All his hopes he pinned on the psychiatrist but it seemed that there was no help for him there. Just then, as he was walking along with his head hung low, he saw a newspaper advertisement at his feet.

‘Feeling low and dejected? Don’t know which way to turn? Has life dealt you a bum hand and you just don’t know what to do? Are you worn out and sick of the rat race? If you answered yes then it is time to spend some time in Granny’s Cottage in the Dark Woods. Just follow the path and Granny will see to all your needs.’

There was a lot more to the advert but Harold had seen enough. This was the hope he was looking for. This was something that would get him out of the city and away from all the rotten memories.

All excited he raced home and packed some belongings. All he had was a rather large picnic basket but he decided that would do to pack his few meagre belongings. Two socks, four jocks, one pair of pants and two shirts. He never wore shoes preferring to walk bare pawed. He also packed two sandwiches to keep the hunger at bay while he made his way to Granny’s Cottage.

Harold caught the 474 Bus to the edge of the Dark Woods. There he saw a narrow path leading deep into the woods. This must be the way as there was a sign pointing to the path and fancy red writing saying to Granny’s Cottage.