Last Commented Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

Laterna Magica
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a ritual dance
in front of their eyes
pitch of night
slashed by, magnesium flare
horror scenery
paralyze conscience mind

Hush, hush, hush
Says her finger's touch
ease, ease, ease
lips whisper soft
please, please, please
stay, do not leave

Armies march
to the battle ground
cannon's roar
cutting screams short
Eeny, meeny,
miny, moe
spare only a few
to return

Hush, hush, hush
Says her finger's touch
ease, ease, ease
lips whisper soft
please, please, please
stay, do not leave

Memory movies
trains of thought
root him out'a
shelter and cover
make him pay
if he holler
his crime
to survive


(
Hush, hush now
fingers linger
after she's gone
)

Hear the sound of silence
knocking at your door
is it you
or is it I

Hear the sound of laughter
in an empty room
curtains open to garden
where flowers used to bloom

Is it you or is it i
which one came back again
to the place we began
house upon the cliff

We said we would return
if our love came back
in the shadows i stand
with a suitcase to unpack

Hear the sound of silence
knocking at the door
i am here
waiting for you

set a path across thousand dreams of snow and ice and oceans blue saver the taste of purple oranges blue bananas and white grapes too have a friend share the voyage along trip in front of them and you take along food and water just to not be feeling so sad and blue tranquility peace and love next stop memoria set your site of the untrue taste it feel the voyage along the way meet friend on this new adventurous day

Sleepless nights
Nocturnal minded, insomnia in
Domination
Slowly losing my mind seems to have some kind of relation
Paranoid in situations in which that emotion is no need
Bic n my left hand
My right a blunt rolled
of some bomb tree
For every step I take I hear controlled footsteps behind
I turn in hesitation but nothing in sight makes me feel blind
The breath raises hair on the back of my neck
This devistation feeling is something I hope to 4get
My blood pressure rising
My heart aches when it bangs
The ringing in my ear
as if a cell fne rang
"Is someone following me?"....
Wandering eyes catch mine and i sense a connection
Common beliefs seem to fall
upon this mirage of a reflection
Darkness seems to grow
Insanity provokes deep thought
Planners are known
For being thinkers
So what r those who
react on the spot
A voice hums in my ear
It drowns the anger my thots clear
I glance behind me once again the dark figure disappeared.
"Did I see something?"....
I assure myself its nothing to earn my concern
A whisper corrupts that decision and I flinch...
I stand still n disbelief
tho the shock hit like it hasn't happened before
another source has always followed me thru closed doors.
Realizing this hallucination can not be explained
Constantly fearing fear has left my bed made
Footsteps break the silence I ignite my fire that burns with sin
And with my last fight of desperation,
too my surprise nothing again
I stand motionless knowing I had not won the battle
The sun stared down hard which reveled the darkness of my shadow.
"My shadow?".....

three people read my poem a day
shit that's three more than none
WELCOME TO MY NEW HOME

Welcome here you all
And my, you got so tall
Mom, your hair looks great
As usual dad is late

Latently late on such a day
He hasn’t seen me since I went away
Dad’s hip hurts and his hair is turning gray
But the game of my being ever wrong he’ll still play

Mom, how’s Aunt Sally and Uncle Joe
I know both of them move very slow
Their son Derrick comes to visit when he’s able
And he brings along his girlfriend named Mable

So tell me is the house in good shape?
And how about that lovely landscape?
I always loved that 300 year old oak
And when I was a child I believed that tree and me spoke

So Derrick, you knew the tree with wisdom one learns not in school?
It said “Sometimes one must but it’s better never to break a rule
But I wouldn’t listen to the old oak tree whenever it spoke to me
And that’s why I’m behind bars for twenty to thirty-three
© 2011.…~free cee!

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I can feel it's in the air!
I can feel it's in my nightmare!
I can feel it,
and it’s not fair!
WHO IS OUT THERE?!
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I can feel it all day,
and that makes me fear!
I can feel it all night,
it makes me insomnia!
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I can feel it’s there,
I can feel it’s here!
I can feel it’s far,
I can feel it’s near!
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I can feel its scars,
I can feel its tears!
I can feel it’s so close,
I can feel it’s in the ears!
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No! please don’t come,
I’m scared you dear!
Stay there where you are,
keep away from here!
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Oh-where did you go?
Suddenly you disappeared!
I’m getting dizzy,
I’m getting weird!
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Why don’t ya sleep?!
Do ya need some beers?
Whose noise is that??
I swear I hear!
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“How is she doing” said Mrs. Spears
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“The symptoms getting severe,
your girl has Neurasthenia.”
said Dr. Gear
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Who is the woman
that constantly walk's
around in my dream's

what does it mean this
nightly encounter with
the mystery woman of
my dreams

she never walk's away
nor does she ever com near
I call to her but still
she stay's just out of reach

what words should I speak
or actions must I take
for me to meet this woman
of my dream's.

walking slowly, picking along
gazing left to right and back
seeing what the shelves offer
the most enticing at eye level

offering desires unbeknownst
I didn't even know such a thing
what would I do if I had it?
can I even afford the price?

chits of cancerous coupons
hanging, curiously tempting
can I reach out and take it?
would it be all I could afford?

the next isle over I stare
at the myriad of maladies
a far vision to be seen
conditions of every possibility

packaged Parkinson's disease
shiny red cuts and contusions
row upon row of depressions
hung heavy from sagging shelves

and blister packs of viruses
of every color and description
silent strokes hanging overhead
some heartless thrombosis

the little extras for credit
avarice and gluttony on display
arrogance inside the box
bags and bags of despair

and there I stand patiently
at the next isle of the shop
my nose slightly dripping
deals picked, payment at hand

seeming satisfied at choices made
counting items selected and
fingering predisposed containers
waiting in line to check-out

© agoodguy2have 2011-01-27

At the bottom of the deepest sea, or, higher than high,
On a mountain top……Near the roof of the world, where only dragons fly,
In our dreams, he is there….. He wanders through them,
chooses, one or two…… Here and there,
a couple at a time, as, and when, it pleases him to,
he takes them, as is his will to do.
though with a touch, like a feather, so light,
sweetness of mind, in thought, of a kind,
intangible colours, softly flowing, of honest hue.
A magical aura, around him, gently glowing,
a genuine affection, true hope growing.
Cosseted, fondly nurtured, supported,
coaxed and persuaded,
like a beautiful flower, with wisdom watered,
all gathered, subtly altered,
cared for, sorted.
Then woven…… With threads so mysterious, included of all life’s essence,
soft incandescence,
finally, making sure, everything is golden and of benevolence.

He summons the beast with an urgent thought,
The thought hovers for an instant, before on a mountain breeze being caught,
arriving almost at once, proudly, always ready in an hour of need,
Vision of majesty……Dreamweaver’s steed!

In a single bound, leaping, then…..With legs, neck gripped,
his master, on huge back did sit,
Urgently… The harness was pulled……..
"Upward....Speedily onward……." The sky beckoned,
lightning flickered……
The route to be taken, through darkened, stormy weather,
by instinct reckoned.
Then an awesome demonstration of power, as flapping and beating.…. Caused……Draft for flight,
For the long journey into night, thoughts of two destinies meeting.
With enormous wings of bone and leather,
he, masters beast, loyal as ever,
Of a sudden, is borne aloft!
Look up….
See underbelly, green, yellow, soft!
Huge talons, twin crystals clutched,
never before by mortals, seen nor touched,
flaring nostrils, Fiery breath,
lighting the way, by glowing coal red eye,
that does intelligent strength imply.
Course charted now...... From this dimension to the next!

Have you ever had the feeling aS if whAT chicken little said was true?

well something thoroughly confusing has me wondering wht to do

it was well before the sun told the "moon away"

and now i sit upon a plush sofa wondering and pondering what to say

this happenstance is amazingly lovely and wants something to me

but things like this, for me, always have a price and are never free

because the universe doesn't often offer something for me and my mortal coil

but it's difficult to say no to beauty so regal and royal
~free cee!~