Most Liked Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

A thousand light years from now
all will be found stuck up in a row
narrowed down by ones weirdness
and all thoughts become meaningless.

No more glissening sun to squint to
just universal everness on a string of solo
reckoning beyond black diamond skies
fiddle tunes to everlasting blares flies

then......

B A N G!

all goes back to normal and here you are
you did not seek out and or went to far
back at the desk in the here and now
that's where I last saw it in the back row.

;-)

The world will pass me by, in a standstill. The best of us can have our will withered down. When we row in still waters. Never making a sound. By the rising of anytime or rate, passed on to thee. I saw a tear drop fall, from a thousand yards in a window. The tell tail signs of a new sudden widow. If you get the hint of the message? All that's left for her, is a four word passage. Will you follow me?
The innocence was taken, of a designed past. Will the damage show us, It does have a canvas? Winding clocks show their hands to us. Why does time seem like it's still but fleeting. Then four words show up again. Will you follow me?
There once was a winding staircase that someone fell down. And I heard their cry, sounding off for help. Yet I did not help out. Looking back on it now I could have said how. I saw the shadow of a ghostly broken man. who's eyes could not see Because he was following. There is one chance left, for existence. Two steps left for asistence, and the line grew long. As far as my own eyes, could have ever seen. Now, here are these four words again. Will you follow me?

The woman sat wrapped in the blanket, next to her lay the wolf she stroked his fur lovingly and lay her cheek on his back,
she heard his heart beat and felt his breathing and her mind was again dancing with the Man who loved her.

As she sat dreaming the first rays of sun filtered over the mountain and she felt the warm rays on her hand, she stayed still watching and tears welled up in her eyes, as she felt the changes begin under her hand.

She stood and stepped back as he began to change into the Man she loved with all her heart and soul and as he slowly turned to look at her he reached out her hand almost touching him as her eyes grew wide and began to change.

He cried out as he tried to reach her hand, but she was already lifting up into the sky and had become the eagle that by day stayed with the Man who she would love for all time, as he would be the wolf that protected his Lady at night.

Always together never appart, but never able to touch in the same form, they would love until they died.

While the spark of my youth
Ignites this old mind,
I can still feel the influence
Of my passion, less time.

So,why mustn't I venture out for a run?
When the unbridled chase
Is only half the fun.

July 18, 2013

I can’t escape this blue distress in moods
This is my fate’s phase under the Thunder Moon
As the goddess of night wantonly tempts we whom
Sacrifice our spirit instinctively to appease earth’s fume
Recklessly or humbly we submit betwixt opulence ablaze
As a creature of the deep, I’m helpless to defend this craze
My body reacts to the violent pull and degree of her velocity
While my feelings are tossed to and fro in the depth of her sea
If only I had a choice or control, I could lend power to my soul
But instead I learned to walk patiently and dance within the flow
To all those who together like me endures this parallel existence
Is there no value in serenity, or a desire to equate our position
Since birth others have always evaluated me as being different
Perhaps the natural world rations to each of us her strength
In the fullness of Thunder's Moon we discover our extent
Within her madness we dare embolden love’s certainty
For within every heart beat craves our own security
By the light of that night we can see tomorrow
As we easily forget any reason for sorrow

July 19, 2013

He thought…..
I see you would go now….If you could,
But wait my little warrior,
You have never touched the dark,
Nor the emptiness and cold,
Noticed the difference….So stark…
The instant mind change from young to old,
Don’t let your curiosity better you,
Stand your ground,
To yourself be true,
Choose your “Peace”….Solid and sound, and your time,
For it will come, when it is right for you,
To journey ………Through the Myrkewood.

Once again, the Viking is standing by the window space,
Watching white fluffy clouds against thunder black sky,
Engaged in a seeming deathly race.
The darkness that is Myrkewood, in the corner lurked….
Darker black on shadow black.
He reached up, covered space with the heavy cloth window sack,
Wolf regarded him with worried eyes,
Wind now picking up, beginning to whistle,
From previous gentle sighs,
And…behind his dark blue eyes….
A darkening mood…A darkening colour….
It matched the stormy skies…..
As black as......Myrkewood black…….

Where do I go
When I am a sleep
I am there in body and soul
Hours pass so quick

Am I in my body as I sleep
I do not no
Do I walk out of my mind and soul
Where do I go
I ponder this

In my waking hours
My mind is blank for this I ponder where I go some times I dream vivid are my dreams
Some I remember
Some I wished I had not for some time my dreams have come true but I still ponder where do I go

He thought of his son, regarded Wolf, himself,
The golden shield, silver sword and great battle axe that started to rattle and strain against its hooks on the high wall shelf,
That rattled and strained more every time his son drew near,
Yes….All too soon he would be grown, these battle hardened relics own,
The big man wiped at an unseen threatening tear,
A slight wetness transferring to the back of his hand,
As his mind was dragged unwillingly back to that foreign land…..
To another time that, was still now and elsewhere yet, not another place,
Wolf….Whimpered in sympathy,
The fathomless dark of Myrkewood now reflected in Vikings eyes and face,
Wolf’s whimper now turning to a low howl…..Bared teeth ….Then a full blown growl,
Viking reached out….stroked his head….calmed him,
Both immersed in a stream of empathy,
They had both been, had both seen……
And now….So that Odin will not the Viking berate,
He must as promised educate……His son…Odin’s son in these matters,
All to him truthfully relate,
He had wished so many times he didn’t have to…..He was too Young…
Not yet…….Not yet….but then…..
The first gentle knock on the great lodge door…..
So now to the story…..forerunner to the eventual outcome, that is…was.....will be..…Ragnorok…
An event that would shake Earth and Heaven to its very core….

A woman, she takes the mood she feels, she is a creature of feeling and emotions.

She can be seductive and sexy, a Lady classy and refined, a mystery deep and dark.

She has been called a princess, a wanton woman, a seductress, and angel, and so many others depending on the man and her mood.

tonight I am a strawberry Girl.

Don't you just hate it when you get sick?
your head feels like someone stuffed it with cotton,
your throat feels like someone really hates you and lined it with razer blades,
you shiver and freeze, then someone puts the heat up and you feel like you are the sunday roast.
sigh, I know I have this guy inside me:-)



So love the love bug xox

But, this "bugger" joined him these past few days:-(






sigh, Michael please tell him to leave.
mmmwha