Last Commented Fable Poems (74)

on the corner of the streets in lay byes they stand
dressed in there rags to riches clutching their mobiles in hand
wondering where there next fix maybe
to escape their termoil of this land

punters come and go they like voultors prey on the volunable woman of the night
these women of ill repute, selling there bodies of there trade
some inocent some wanting fun ,most so volunable

intoxicated on drugs and alcahol, intoxicated they will sleep with any one
for that next fix they rely upon
to get trough there wretched day they toll away selling there bodies and souls to the pimps they know

locked in there daily trade never knowing
if they will be here today ,or gone tommorow
for on the streets they have to borrow
to make ends meet for there illect trade for thats the only work they know

hurt

bitter resentful

conflict words haste

sow love not bitter seeds

hurt

There was a small village.
Where happy people lived.
But when the vikings came, causing pain.
ransacked a town left burning but condemned by rain.

A youngster came along.
saw that all happiness was gone.
buildings blackburned and hidden zombies.
not able seeing the salvation of survival in their eyes.
in fact there has been no war.
everybody refused to help, or were to trembled by fear.
The war will never be won.

All the time after the disaster.
the young fellah, is still smilling.
unto the bitter angry chief of the village.

whinning: why are you laughing?
Oh I don't mean it that bad dear lad.
would I yearn for a time we once met?
could I not build it better than last time.
Why don't you consider time.
it's falling of your sleeve.
but ever since you are the killjoy.
and harbringer of happiness, you are your own thief.

but what could I possibly do?

well you could get the other mourners together.
bury corpses, making a bigger city.
building better strongholds.
So you might take a chance next time these savages appear.
enjoy life, it's short, but a mourning second never crawls back in.
it's lost for a lifetime.

a shot o'er the bough brought fear through the night
still, I wish you very much the same
never realizing the terrible chore
the unrealistic claim
that we both were to blame
no matter what our name
and who we chose to shame
or why we play the game
it always ends the same
we're human, expect little more

perspectives pick up the weakness of you now
the softness and bruising inside
I only try to help 'cause I know
the terrible thoughts in your mind
only leave you behind
and others of your kind
friends you may find
if they be of likemind
must have come from the same vine
thus securing that none ever grow

food on the table, but not a bite for me
nourishment? huh? what a joke!
I feed upon your vice and all you say is good
my belly fat with flab
from pronouncements that you blab
your failed attention for to grab
spotlight for diatribe
now you'll never hide
see your darkness deep inside
your heart is black, your mind is merely wood

I looked to the distant vision we concieved, I have delighted in all we feed.! whence we threw our lives too dust, I created a sword for you to thrust. a heart i seached for thee to feel. whence my emotions you do steal. I care not for thee today,or of yesteryear, you name i dare to mutter clear. It took a life to pass before we ever believed, "visions we dare but see ,never share or for that concieve...!

we trembled with the evening tremors, whilst the moon lay weak.he rest. I blanked thee tender wind i breathe. thus deep in hearts you caress, we ate from mans earth,yed fed upon womens hand. Bloated with are gluttony we shelter west. sing no tunes,,the violin plays..! feel your warmth and lay to rest. the valley in far lost hills is yours to dwell, so behold,and cherish well..! we tremble in evening tremors, whikst the moon lay weak,I guess....!

Long ago, upon a mythical mountain, lived a legendary bird
A beautiful, golden bird but born with only one wing
And so she must join her mate before she can fly

High up, from the top of a great tree, she watches and waits
By day she is surrounded by a heavy fog
But at night she can see the stars

Alone, across the valley, he waits for her
Surrounded by the same dense fog
At night he wonders at the stars

They grow old, alone, day by day watching and waiting, unable to fly
They fear that life is passing them by without the promise of love
Sometimes they question, “Could the gods be so cold?”

The god of the valley hears all of their sorrows and sees their offerings of tears
But he knows if he pulls down his blanket of fog they may fall into despair
When they finally see how far apart they really are

He means well, but the god, in all of his wisdom, has committed an injustice to them
He has no knowledge of what it means to die, and what that means to love
To them it is better to know than to spend a lifetime wondering

They say that anyone who hears their song will have a broken heart.

The night,the caves in thier sheltered burrows I sit amist the evening glimmers, as th,cose a heart alighte night-owl sleeps While the caged bird weeps and creeps. The day,my yellow for thee............................. take hold for it dare not bite. "What you may ask...! For is there no secret that i keep to task. Sleep now...In all lost mellow time you may weary,Cose a heart alight. "What we seek,ask no more All thats tainted was never pure. As the night-owl sleeps................?

Alienate the peace in me,
cut all ties, light the fuse.
Animate the me unseen,
evoke the lines, no way to lose.

Free me, hold me, come break me loose.
Shimmer me brightly, unveil the ruse.
Deny the root of my cold withered stare,
as you defile the hopes of this old jaded noose.

With tears that tear, you cradle me so.
The words of love, they won't let me go.
Trough many moments, and so many years,
how could I defy those glistening tears?

Mend the wounds in me,
put on a smile, don't let me stagger.
Deafen the voices I heed,
repeat the cycle, reuse the dagger.

My death won´t be paid...
I won´t be murdered like mice
I am like Andersen´s Little Mermaid
So nobody will understand my love sacrifice
I am not "for sale"...
Maybe my role is in another Andersen´s fairytale...
Probably "The Ugly Duck"
Hopefully(later) a swan who will fly away and tuck...