andrew149 Poetry (264)

I bring together the elemental,
With rare gases, complimentary,
Yet seeming incidental,
With electron flow…
Feeling electric,
Excitement you know,
And the dark in your life,
I will make light,
For I am a little light bulb….
Burning Bright!

How long can I stay in the dark,
Before the dark becomes part of me?
This place ironically, where the heart,
Is my, only part that can see.
Tell me, just sit,
Tell me, when I go will you weep?
Really, was it worth it,
And my memory, will you of it, a keepsake keep?
Fear not, when one day too,
The shadows try to swallow you,
For alone here in the darkness I’ll stand,
Always here with a guiding hand.
And then we will truly see,
If we can find a bit of light,
Together find a future bright,
Or if the dark has become, part of me

The Storie Of Faerie Glade.

After the war with the wizards and the goblins, (FG1), came the battle of the wizards, (FG2). Now the final battle for Faerieland looms large, as the Witch Elder of Greythorne escapes from Netherspace, to resurrect Egron …..Dark Lord of all the Groth! He doesn’t just want Faerieland…..He wants to steal the fabled Dream Crystals, that give the holder the power to merge and control Dream/real time…..The fate of all mortals, Faeries and guardians is in the balance, as this Dreamline,(FG3) begins……….

Electric or wet?
You love to hate it,
I bet!
Just so you look like a star,
Remember him on the telly?
“Closer than close”, Hah,
Blah, blah, blah!
Still a rude awakening,
First thing in the morning,
And why do they call that stuff, balm or lotion?
Stings like hell without a warning,
Though it does move you into motion,
So, you won’t be late,
For work, or, that all important date,
First the pain then the pleasure,
We all have to do things we hate,
And BEWARE,
That little stubborn curly black hair,
The one that just won’t move,
All the best advertising to disprove,
Just so your face or... Maybe legs,
Will be lovely and smooth,
So tights or stockings won’t stick,
A never ending chore,
That REALLY …..Gets on your wick!

The good wizard had only been beyond Nethergate for a few hours,
But, long enough to have realised a lot of new powers,
He was so much quicker with his mind,
He knew when he mentally signed,
He knew, the leader of the Guardians was a traitor, with murderous plans,
This, he had deduced in a nanosecond, with the briefest of scans,
Knowing now, the die had been cast,
He had to think of a plan and think of one fast,
For, Freddie and The Twitch were outclassed, outmatched,
By Egron and the sister of Greythorne, the most evil pair that all Hell ever hatched,
And the very fabric of Faerieland faced certain destruction,
If the damage to the golden cord wasn’t fixed to calm it’s orbital disruption.
In his minds eye then, in an instant he saw,
A fleeting glimpse….No more,
Of a being on a dragon…Ripping through space,
At the speed of thought….An appalling pace,
And, somehow knew,
It was the saviour true,
But, until he arrived, he had to make time,
And Faerieland wouldn’t even last that long, if he didn’t fix the golden line,
But how?
He needed a solution and he needed it now!
Then…He looked at the Guardian…With that Wizard look….
That…Was all it took,
For the traitor to know the game was up, though, he would never know how,
As….A blinding flash exploded in his mind…..KERR-POW!

Untouched, unsullied,
Magnificent, resilient and tough,
Milky translucence that belies a beautiful clarity,
Of inwardly reflected brilliance,
A diamond in the rough.

Words floating…….Beyond…
Beyond even Netherspace…Beyond Nethergate ….

He heard the words in the Twitch’s voice through Freddie,
In a whisper now….trailing away…“Concentrate….
Concentrate….”
His first thought…Was it an echo of what had just gone before?
Before all the shaking….Before The leader had come to his door?
Then….He stood…
So…Still for a moment, as if he were made of wood….
Eyes glazed…
Yet…Thoughts fleeting so fast, as if he were half crazed.
Then…Certain scenes, picked, selected,
Assembled in a mental folio, all collected,
In a flash….Too fast to say,
Spliced and joined, all ready for re-play,
Then…When through all he had cruised,
Seen all and perused,
He mentally signed,
Reinforced the block to all outside his mind….

The leader was surprised,
Never, had he witnessed such a complex mind which comprised,
A mental wall that he couldn’t breach,
Never before had he found a mind he couldn’t reach,
His immediate thought….It could put him at a disadvantage,
If the good wizard found his rage,
The biggest secret he had ever kept,
Though, now his methods of keeping it seemed inept.
His only hope he realised, was misdirection,
Or all would be lost, all his personal plans of insurrection,
That until now, had left Faerieland’s future, foreseen and forlorn,
For HE had helped her escape, the menace that is…The Witch of Greythorne.

Though…No secret was this deception,
To the one who no-one would even dare to mention,
The one other,
Who is to all, mother, father, sister and brother,
Sat upon a dragons back,
Even as we speak, gliding though space, Amridians cluster, gas clouds and Coal Sack,
From one dream’s dimension through another,
Soaring on psychic currents, at a speed so much faster than light,
To Faerieland, Nether, Other and Middlespace, to relieve their plight……

While……..

With creaks of old leather, the dark army now, more supple, less starched,
With clattering of rusty swords on shields, nearer and nearer to Faerieland marched,
With one golden thread cut, Faerieland’s equilibrium is now out of kilter…It weakens,
Faced by mortal danger, as the hand of annihilation now threatens,
And as all forces both good and evil, on this place converge,
With dreamtime now off the scale….
How can this magical but fragile land survive the surge?……....

The drummers and the pipes called their tune,
The morning of Sunday the eighteenth of June,
The year is eighteen fifteen, way back when,
The time is five to ten.
On his horse sat Wellington,
On three sides in squares were all his men,
Beside him stood a young leftenant,
History doesn’t record quite who,
On a battlefield that became known as Waterloo.
Who, spotted Napoleon in his rifle sight,
In, the not quite bright,
Early morning light.
“Sir“….Said the young leftenant,
“If I shoot now, I could pot Napoleon,
If I shot just right……”
To his friend Wellington said, “What’s the time Ned?”
“Five minutes to ten”, said Ned,
“Then, certainly not sir“…..said Wellington,
“The war doesn’t start ‘til ten,
It’s just not the done thing man,
Watch for my mark, I’ll tell you when,
You can’t go around taking pot shots at Generals,
Just because you can……..”

As night befalls us, each and every one,
She comes to show us our day is done,
To draw a line under good deeds and bad,
The happy or sad times we’ve had,
To mark our journey, done part way,
And, to close our eyes, ‘til dawns once more,
A brand new day…..

Whisper……whispering……
Whispering…….
We, want YOU!
You are powerless,
There is nothing you can do,
We,
Are everything that slimes or does slither,
Our merest touch on bare flesh,
Will any living thing wither,
We,
Are no longer, fully of this world,
We,
Are of Myrkwood,
Limbs, fingers, hearts of wood,
All gathered together,
In our living hell forever,
We crave just one touch,
At the heart of Elf or Human with evil to clutch,
We,
Have you surrounded,
No need for you any more to be hounded,
We,
Will come with the shadows and the shade,
We,
Are of Myrkwood made…

Lights turned down, just a bit,
Flame from taper to candle, now lit,
Soft music playing, slow, loving hugs,
Hot cocoa on table, in two large mugs,
So comfy on sofa, side by side,
Closer now, no feelings to hide.
Snuggling up nicely,
Pulling off shoes, feet up, feeling cosy,
Head resting on chest, heartbeat felt,
Heady perfume smelt,
Soft breaths, gentle sighs,
Flowing colours seen through closed eyes,
As fingers with flowing hair gently played,
A hand on thigh is tenderly laid.
Soft shadows flicker as the candle glows,
Minutes fly, though real time slows,
Two souls lost in another world,
Intertwined, together curled,
Two minds, now one, as artificial twilight fools,
Rising wisps of steam slowly cease,
..........As untouched cocoa cools.

Reflected in the universe of each others eyes,
Transported, beyond space,
To the sea of dreamtime,
Where we reside,
And our ship sails,
Relying on neither wind nor tide.
Where rainbow haloed stars twinkle to our tune,
Where we two,
Are forever one,
Underneath a strawberry moon.