Last Commented Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

the choices we make in life may change how we are but never who we are because how we are is how we were tought but who we are is how we were made, for we were tought by this place but made by another!!

are we here for real or is this just a lie, will we know the truth, should we know the truth, how will we ever know it if they never show it, will we know before we die or will it still be a lie!

The dragon,
Once a beautiful creature,
Now a demon of devilish features,
Scales once shining,
Like glittering gold,
Now covered with mud,
Faded and dull,
Claws like spears that used to shred men,
Filed down to nothing instead,
Red eyes staring,
Wrought with pain,
Once glowed so bright,
Now very plain,
Not meant to live in captivity,
He is locked in a cage for all to see,
Through the bars of a covered wagon,
They watch him die,
A poisoned dragon...

A VIEW FROM BEYOND THE BLUE

I hate to see the world this way
Everything seems like an aimless gray
Over there used to be a cow Pasteur all blazingly green
Now it’s just another iron and concrete scene

Building icons construct latter day dinosaurs against our iconoclastic wishes
So I think for two months a winged angel should do the dishes
Because even angels have duties to perform
And some of them even do it far above norm

But my angel and I look down and cry for a society’s pretense
Weeping for the fools without angels nor sense
Sometimes she says if I want to go down it’s okay
But it’s easy to see in angelic eyes that she prays i stay

There is no way in the world I would return to your world gone awry
I’ll just stay in the breath of white clouds and fantasy’s fog until I die
Because ain’t no reason for me to return except Raggae and rum
And get the valet to pull around our car, but not Jake, he’s too dumb

And you all can do me a favor and entertain me while I look down
I want to see every fool, every bigot and everyone I deem a morose clown
So I’ll just remain up here with my angelic life that keeps me calm
Whilst my angel and I have a wager on who will be the first one to release a nuclear bomb
© 2011.…free poetry ~free cee!~

All the villagers arrived at the Meeting Hall and took their places. Just as Gresunda arrived the door was firmly shut in her face leaving her standing alone out in the cold.
After dark being alone was not something to do by choice. She huffed and groaned a few times before turning around and heading back home.

The Shaman stood up to call the meeting to order. One by one people stood up to voice their displeasure, nay more their disgust and down right rage about the injustice that was done. Something had to be done.

Firstly it was proposed that Gresunda would be replaced, after all they still needed six midwives. A few names were proposed and finally it was settled that Helanor would take over the duties. Unlike Gresunda she was tall, skinny and stooped. With that settled it was time to get onto the serious matter.

What were they going to do with Gresunda. The curse could not be taken back, as everyone knows once cast a curse cannot be stopped, so there had to be some form of punishment. Some suggested burning at the stake but that was vetoed as wood being too damp at the moment.

Hanging was suggested but there was no suitable tree in the village and to have to go all the way to the woods was being unrealistic as there were some of the villagers who would not be able to make it.

Finally someone came up with an idea that everyone could agree to. It was agreed that they would tie her into a Skuddle (a small type of boat with sails) and set her adrift on the ocean. This way their hands would be clean and it was up to the gods to punish her or save her as they chose.

Quickly, before their resolve could soften, they headed off to get Gresunda. When they arrived Gresunda showed no resistance and let herself be led to the beach. There they quickly tied her into the Skuddle. Gresunda sat there silent having given up all hope or fight. Without a further word she was cast off into the sea. Quickly the waves picked her up and in the matter of minutes she was lost to sight.

Without another word being spoken the villagers turned and went home.

Sitting here on Mount Olympus
Sad and lonely God am I
Men have moved on
They need me not
Redundant I've become
Was a time when men waged war
My name on their lips
Sing their songs to glorify
Blood ran like streams
How glorious were those days
But now just a memory
Man has now found a new god
Himself he does now worship

Meanwhile back at Hamburg things were going along as things normally did. There were still crooked ramshackle houses scattered higgledy piggledy everywhere and in between the houses the pigs foraged for food digging their snouts into the ground churning up the mud even more. Then they would, mud and all, go traipsing through the houses.

The ground was even more deeply rutted from where the cows made their way down from the hills in the morning into the houses to be milked, and afterwards slowly wound their way back into the hills. Most houses still had a rooster on the roof to herald in the new day.

Most of the time was the time of the year when the fog constantly rolled down from the hills to blanket the countryside like a wet clammy blanket and when the day progressed the rains would come washing the fog away and leaving everything soaked and dripping.

Nothing had changed as far as that was concerned. No-one had even noticed that the twenty two brothers had left. Everyone was much too busy doting on baby Mara. Even at the tender age of two it was evident that the blessings Saria of the South compass point had sung was starting to take effect. Her intelligence was enormous.

By two she was speaking eight languages. These were Afrikaans, Albanian, Amharic, Arabic, Assamese, Armenian, Aymara and Azerbaijani. She was working to learn all these languages alphabetically. People came from these countries just to speak with this miracle child. All the village people would sit around smiling and nodding. This was their Mara and they were so proud.

Finally they reached a place called Austria. The language of the inhabitants was almost the same sound as German except it was more melodious. It was here high in the Alps that they decided to settle. They built their home there and opened what they called a monastery. They called it ' Boys Unwanted Monastic Society' or B.U.M.S. for short.

Soon they had unwanted boys coming from all over Austria and Germany. It was then the eldest brother came up with the idea of producing the Bier that was produced in their village. They then would open a Gasthaus and trade the Bier for items of value. They all agreed that it was a good idea. The only problem was they did not have the full recipe.

What they ended up producing was far stronger than anything ever produced in Hamburg and one pint could knock a man out for days on end. They called it Bums Bier. One guest that arrived had a prodigious thirst and drank more than a dozen bottles. When he finished he gave a mighty burp and fell to the ground. There he lay for twenty years. The story is oft told of old Rip Caravan Wrinkled.
The brothers lived happily in the Austrian Alps and flourished. Their little enterprise grew so big that they had to expand into other countries. Soon they had Gasthauses everywhere

I need to sidetrack a bit here. Now you might remember that Mara had twenty two brothers. Twenty two boys who were unwanted and brought no joy to their parents. In actual fact they were not just unwanted they were considered to be a nuisance for they took up precious space and ate precious food.

So all the brothers conferred together and decided to leave Hamburg and try to find a new home. They travelled across Germany which took them many years. One of the villages they went through was called Berlin. What a strange village that was. Right through the centre of the village was a tremendous wall and no-one was allowed to through the huge wooden doors.

There was guards stationed at the doors to make sure that no-one went from one side of the village to the other. If someone tried the guards would throw cow dung at them. Now this was not the old dried out cow dung you usually find in the fields but fresh from the cows that were kept in stalls right there at the doors. . Have you ever been hit in the face by fresh cow dung? If you have you would not attempt to go through the huge doors.

The twenty two brothers decided that they also did not want to get hit in the face by this terrible smelling cow dung so they wisely decided to go around the wall. That was allowed but not through the wall. They were very strange people.

She began to sing in her gruff and croaky voice. A voice that sent shivers down the assembled people.



Baby sweet dreaming so still
Of dear old Hamburg town
Never knowing all this time
Of the curse I shall bestow
Far away you travel will
To a land across the sea
Language so different be
No German shall you hear



Never before had such a curse been invoked. The parents wailed and fell into each others arms and their tears fell to the floor. They cried so many tears that they flowed outside and they collected into a pool. To this day this pool is known as The Wailing Pool. The assemblage howled and beat their breasts. . How could this happen to their adorable Mara?



But, just then the fifth midwife who had not yet given her blessing stepped forwards. She represented the compass point up. She waved her hand and with a soft spoken “quiet” had an instant hush fall over the Meeting Hall. Suddenly there was an expectation that just maybe things might be all right.



Aaliya moved towards the cradle. She appeared to float on air as she moved, such was her grace and beauty. Once at the cradle she began to sing in a soft melodious voice, like the voice of an angel.



Cursed you are and cursed shall stay
For this I cannot alter
But soften blow of curse you have
Your spirit there will settle
And all around love will grow
And turn the curse to blessing



Instantly hope returned in the Meeting Hall. It would appear that the horrid fate of their beautiful baby Mara had been altered. That they would eventually lose her was now ordained but she would not suffer a cruel fate.