Most Commented Fable Poems (73)

Park was the head officer on the border crossing between North and South Korea. He had a problem.

Two weeks ago a woman, let's call her lin, pitched up at the crossing gate with a jute bag of soil attached to the front panniers of her well maintained Honda 50 motorcycle.

The inevitable menagerie of sniffer dogs, hard bitten counter intelligence staff and regular army, checked her story.

Her papers checked out, she had permission to cross.

The soil was.. well.. just that.. soil. No contraband.. no diamonds.. nada.. zip.

Odd? Yes. But illegal? No.


Lin altered her days, but usually twice a week, she made the same journey:

Same bike
Same colour
Same bag of soil
Same papers
Same checkpoint
Same result.

It pissed the men off. Lin was beautiful and smart, and it seemed she had someone on high who was protecting her. The word from Park's superiors was simple:

"Unless you find something illegal, let her pass"

I guess it was tough (the first year) for Park. He was a proud man. A nagging doubt festered in his subconscious..

"What is she up to?"


Then, somewhere north of year three it stopped. No more Lin. No more bags of Earth.

No more reports by Park about the square root of nothing.

Park retired. Life moved on. Except.. not quite.

He tracked her down.
He confronted her.
He explained his retirement.
He wouldn't prosecute.
He just wanted to know.

"What was in the Bag!"

"Soil" said Lin.

"But.. what were you smuggling?" said Park.

Lin took a long look at the frazzled military man... and spoke a single word..

"motorcycles".

Space the aftermath, being final of what was and what is the infinite. Life born into particles matters stream floating around the universe coiling though the faces of energy.

Future of the elements superimposed riding the planes into the void of darkness which becomes light then there was hush of silence that fall upon the ground.

Solar flares arch across the sky with stars twinkling transmission voyages into dreams going into the mind eyes.

hold me like the moon
go round and round the sky
all the broken things inside me
are going to learn to fly

Ignorance is innocence,
what is it I've become?
The pillar of my sanity,
I've yet to overcome.
They fall, as they crumble in my wake,
these pillars I have come to love,
I now can only rake.

Take away the pain from me,
what remains but the shell?
The hollowed essence of a man,
not sane enough to tell.
Sanity alone, not the only one that fell,
these pillars I have come to loathe,
have buried me as well.

Because of you, you make me smile, you make me laugh and you make me cry.

Because of you, I can be a better person and I can be myself.

Because of you, I can let go everything in the past and face the future for you.

Because of you, I can stand on my own and do what is right for me.
I can find my self stay with you for the rest of my life.

Because of you, I can endure the pain in my heart and you give me strenght.

Because of you, I want you to be happy. I can give up everything for you. Because I love you.

Silver threads of moonlight fallen,
Shadows echo shades of nights farewell.
Spiders eye a life now broken.
Sheathed in silence, ancient sounds now wake
Seems a promise, a tradition unbeknownst wont wait.
Brilliant fossil blind by faith, worn by fate.
Brings us love , brings us hate.
Brings us nothing. bring us bait.

Don't judge the picture. lol

The Belle of Yeavering Bell

It was an eye for an eye
In times gone by
A life when they lived to trade
So if you enter her home
Where you are free to roam
Be sure when you leave
You have paid.

Toss a coin into the air
Make a wish, leave it there
Listen to the whispers on the wind
Hear echoes of the past
Telling tales of those who sinned
Take the beauty
And make the memory forever last

The Belle, of Yeavering Bell
Is watching you I tell
To be sure, her hospitality is repaid
Nothing is for free
Not in the past, or now, you see
So pay your way to have no need to be afraid

You’ll be cursed if you don’t heed
To repay the Belle out of greed
For ill gains, you will now be in her debt
As she guards her sacred home
Where her ancestors roamed
You’ll live a life that you surely will regret

© D Heckels C Irving.

The devil sets the table every day
A huge feast of the best foods you can imagine
Steak and lobster
Chicken breasts and French fries covered in cheese and bacon
Pizza with sausage, pepperoni, green olives and mushrooms
Cheese burgers and tacos
Chinese food and barbeque ribs
All of this and more
More than anyone could eat
Only
You have to use a four foot long fork
Only this utensil can be used to eat
The devil laughs at the people
He laughs at them starving in front of all the food they could ever want
In heaven the same feast is prepared every day
The same rule applies
You have to use a four foot long fork
Everyone gets plenty to eat
Because they have learned to feed each other
Just like they did when they were alive
The people in hell only helped themselves when they were alive
It would never dawn on them to feed each other
That is their curse
And that is why they are in hell

Is this glass sphere a Gothic masterpiece of time
or a mere ball of glass with no significance at all
The Crystal Ball to a scorceror or fortune teller
is an amazing camera obscurer window to the future.
When people of all walks of life, want to know what
their fortune will be, they are told by the user of this
medium, be it true or false, relies mainly on luck or chance.
Back in the days of the great Harry Houdini, this innocent
Crystal Ball, was used for a darker side, to swindle people
out of their life savings, when used by evil pretenders in seances
but these criminals were exposed by the master illusionist
himself, Harry Houdini, which goes to prove there is an evil
purpose for everything.