16~17
…I’m large and in charge
Kissing women of green…
…New worlds before me
I travel unseen…
…My best friend so stoic
His enemy the warm one…
…A flash from the skies?
Nope. It came from my ray gun…
13. What If Everyone was Blue?
There was a little town filled with clowns
All were blue and all were kind
Everyone was good at making everyone laugh
No kids cried ‘coz all the adults tried
Making funny faces when someone cried
They lived in houses of one kind
Two rooms in a flat laid lengthwise
On the road running for miles and miles
Maybe we should also try going blue once in a while
The Blue people never cry
The Blue people never lie
The Fateful Quest
Frodo knows his fateful quest
He wonders if he can pass the test
The task is great he grew to know
The evil in the world did grow
Each day the darkest covered more
Frodo wished he did not know the score
The ring he knew sought to leave his hand
Its master he knew sent his command
Frodo left with friends in tow
To complete his quest, he had to go
He knew the darkest seeking his ring
The wraiths were moving seeking his bling
Prompt#13, Science falls flat
Science falls flat they say
in face of imagination doing its jig
stupidity or madness writ in head
questions the established scene
Imagine if earth were flat
and not round as we are taught
It could be so, because we do not tilt over
anywhare we walked
Why this curvature so obscure
What if flatness is the truth unseen
or let’s say it is a funnel
we then are in a whirlpoool of dreams
and the only place it all ends
is in its sucking hole
of lost whims
Maid Marian’s Lament (prompt 16)
Oh, for a jug and my Robin beside.
Astride his horse, together we’d ride
Along the dray road to the village of Quay
And we’d sing jolly-lolly-o-lay, o-lay,
We’d sing jolly-lolly-o-lay.
He left me to rot in this castle so grey
With the nuns and the friars and his battle dray,
Keepin’ his sword for the next fightin’ day,
Why sing jolly-lolly-o-lay, o-lay?
Can’t sing jolly-lolly-o-lay.
Our Little John came to see me this morn,
He spoke of the green men and left me his horn,
Sayin’ “use this to call me at evenin’ or morn,
And I’ll come” jolly-lolly-o-lay, o-lay,
I’ll come jolly-lolly-o-lay.
I know in my heart that day will not come.
My Robin is gone, and I soon will be done,
The love of a man will not bring us to one,
So I’ll sing jolly-lolly-o-lay, o-lay
And mourn jolly-lolly-o-lay.
(slowly)
The Sheriff of Nottingham sent us his men,
To carry me off hoping I’d marry him.
He’ll find but a cold corpse and well-poisoned rim,
And no lady to sing jolly-lolly-o-lay,
She is gone jolly-lolly-o-lay.
Mr. Bilbo Baggins on Heroism
Any improbable hero
is a little timid at first,
sticks to himself,
mutters a lot. I’m
no exception.
Today, I’d probably join
in a Women’s March,
but only if my friends urged
me on. Pink hat? Not likely.
But I’d consider carrying a sign.
Still, you can’t make a difference
if you aren’t faced with an impossible choice.
I’m pretty sure now that not just anyone
could have found their way out
of the Mirkwood forests. Some of us
can’t even kill a little spider,
let alone a giant one. Though once given
the task, I did faint right after. But I
awoke oddly filled with courage.
It doesn’t always take courage
to be a hero. Sometimes,
all that matters is a bit of wit
and a gentle heart.
Oh, and I still mutter a lot.
Prompt 15
“What is this?”
She grabbed at his hand
Splaying his fingers apart.
She traced the fine red line
Encircling his pinky
Before removing her glove
To reveal an identical
String of fate.
Abdominal Tales
At my parents’
you don’t even get in the gate
(because there isn’t one)
before they swoop,
more Bat than Spider,
coming down as they do
from out of nowhere,
a shocked-skin-wisp at head height,
the gap in the conifers
booby trapped with trip wires
so provisional & finite
in the motion sensor
you should be ashamed of yourself,
the fuss you make
about the thoughts you have –
as if there’s ever hatched
a legion from an ear!
And by you
I mean I.
12. She (99 words)
She arrived scared but not timid
If enduring this turmoil is her calling
Then, she will carry on like an ant struggling to stay afloat on a leaf
The city was noisy, dirty, and the air was smelly
People yelled everywhere, children constantly screamed
The cars, the bikes, trucks and four wheel drives
Blared their horns at everything that crossed their paths
The shops were many with low quality overpriced goods
She sometimes wished she could wish herself home
But here she is and this is how it will be
At least for now until she finishes her study