Last Commented Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

He seemed to solidify out of the wavy haze,
I hadn’t chanced upon another traveller for days,
I was searching for the lost city of S’han’piet,
Had seen nothing yet……

“Where the winged beasts guard the gates,
And the silver mist flows in rivers from the mountains,
Where ghosts walk the streets of gold,
And gems are scattered like pebbles…..”

He told of the slight shimmering in the air, the haze,
Where time and world are out of phase,
At the place where the three footpaths meet,
And the dust turns to water under the feet.

“Where the three paths join,
You will meet two other travellers,
Both of yourself, one of the future, one of the past,
The only time you will ever be at one and all on the same path.”

That after a thousand years served,
I would be paid a reward well deserved,
Though the invisible mark of the beast stays,
That will be upon me always,
How I would know it if my path crossed another,
For “Brother” will always know “Brother“.

“Are you ready to guard the city gates?
Are you ready to take my place?
Then travel on,
See you again my “Brother” in a thousand years……..”

And as I passed,
I remembered my history at last,
I was going home,
Long forgotten talons, I started to hone.

The dream was always ahead of me
to catch up to live a moment
in unison with it
that was the miracle.

I turn down the music, to a sound not heard before
Then look through the window, to see a shadow at the door
My hall window is open, wind howling all around
Then all of a sudden, i hear an awful smashing sound

I race to my phone, and my hands wont stop shaking
But the line seems to be dead, my innocence for the taking
I dont know what to do, as the the door begins to move
So i run to the stairs, and quickly race up to my room

The door is now locked, and the place is really dark
The wind is getting horrid, as i sit here feeling marked
I hear tiny footsteps, getting louder and intense
I fear for the worst, nothing left for pretence

The door creaks open,and an arm begins to appear
My heart is beating, building fear after fear
He stands with power over me, with a look i have never seen
Then sweaty and a beating heart, i gladly awake this awful dream

I believe it has knobbly knees and a bulbous nose.
And sparse fly away hair and ears of cob.
Its' mouth is grim with pointed rotten teeth
and a mole upon the chin with a white hair
pointed in. Its' feet are bare and black with filth.
The legs and arms are spindles of bone.
Its' hands are gnarled but strong for pitching stones
at us who get too near.

But where does it live, this filthy vile thing?
Why of course, under the bridge of the babbling brook.
Where the grass and flowers are young and sweet.
And when I get too close the air turns foul with the stench
of its stinking breath.

You ask for what purpose does it exist and what do
you call this abomination of sight and smell?
The purpose of it is to make life miserable for
you and me. It taunts, it yells words of ill, it snarls
and grimaces at our discomfort. We back away, as we find
no pleasure in its presence so ugly.
What do I call this thing, this smelly, ugly thing?
Why a troll of course, what else could it be?
A troll you see is to be seen but not to belong.
A troll is a vile, ugly, smelly and filthy thing.
So don't worry, its under the bridge and there shall it
stay. It has been bound by a very strong rope and shan't
be free to bother you or me.

Beauty in the eye of Jupiter
Saturn's rings halo its earth
Lunar the child of a former birth
while Mars turns red with rage
at Mercury’s quick witted temper
Uranus has no place beyond Neptune’s breath
where Pluto sits and whispers to Andromeda
Venus the hidden lover holds secrets that no one will discover
and my star keeps everything at arms length

I walked toward the barn
in what was pitch black night..
It was actually closer to dawn..
But to my mind's way of thinking it was still the dead of night..
I wore my old white robe, which I had many years ago,
taken from some hotel..
during better times..
When the world was mine..
I had to lift my feet up and off of the mucky ground..
It was the only way that I could walk
in his old musty smelling dark and way too large for me work boots..
I finally made my way to the old barn door..
With fingers stiff and frozen by the cold and rain...
I lifted the latch... and went on in,
greeted by the grateful stare
Of all the horse there..
And all eyes were upon me with an anticpating glare,
I fed them all... then as I left them there..
I quickly made my way back toward the house...
and quietly as a mouse
I donned my night time clothes...
Slept a few hours and again I rose..
only to wonder...
Is this all there is...
Is this what my life.
Has become?
Exceedingingly..
Numb.

Sultry muzak permeated the fabric of the place,
Though, “She”, was the atmospheric electricity,
As, eyes met eyes…..Face….In front of face,
Her scantily clad body writhed slowly in the dim light and the heat,
His mouth open…….
Feeling slightly uncomfortable, leaning forward,
Feeling sweat sticking him to the leather seat.
Then….The sadness……He always felt sad…..
When the “Ready light”, faded on the “Holo Pad”,
His dollar’s worth done……Just the one song……
Darkness now….Light out…….She’s gone!

It is halloween and all is dark
Ghost and goblins make their mark
The sounds at the cemeteries are eerie
holding hands I can see clearly
Trick or treat all is out
Soft spoken ghosts sometimes shout
I walk by the lake and ponder my past
The delightful costumes what a cast
Spiderman is flying down the escarpment
I can see the Hulk from my apartment
I look out and see the moon
Thrilling darkness all too soon
The Batsignal is shining bright
Caped crusaders up for the fight
Exciting times are now ahead
a time of happiness breaking bread
Jack o lantern what is in store
Halloween Havic I just adore

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The wind stirred up
by waterey hand
that underneath the ship
to rock that vessel royal
the howling sound
of vengeance sent
hidden in the storm

and on that island
castaway's
prospero and Miranda
prospero robbed
of his heritage
and cast to water
with his daughter

survived the island
cave their home
until the guilty party
aboard the ship
came sailing by
and storm was conjured
in that sky

a young Miranda
age 15 looks on with sighs
her heart is soft
and tender there
and wants to spare
the sailors who
would drown so easily

red hair the symbol
of a flashing temper
yet naive Miranda
sheltered from men
has much compassion
inspite of nearby danger

mirandas long red hair
and ankle dress
sea blue in wind
standing with
her thoughtful look
so young and fair

an evil servant
to touch her soul
she stands alone for mercy
to look and plead
to that man god
whose words the storm began

see her on that shore
untouched naive
yet feeling much
a ship so vexed
with people there
her heart cries spare

and in this long
tempestuous play
where forgiveness
wins that stormy day
Miranda loves her Ferdinand
and all depart the dark island

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Against marble column
a woman stands
her arm leaning
princess
Nausicaa was

but her dress
does nt say it
dark brown top
above the waist
reveals transparent white

she is tall
her black hair
peaks to view
wistful eyes
watching who

tilted head to right
she has him
in sight
feet peasant bare
you stood there

she found
Odysseus
on a beach
somewhere
love is there

stand you silent
legend myth or true
unlike a princess
you appear
you are here

painting holds you
as they do
caught in time
a peasant princess
with searching eyes