THE LINEAGE FALLS… a poem

Fantasy, Beautiful, Dawn, Sunset, Sky
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From whence doth despair

Find its rosy rouge

Placed upon thy fair countenance?

Was not your prince,

Adorned in fawning armor,

Enough for your virtue?

Aye, tis with deep vexation

Your king beckons

This besmirching wraith

Be cast off his princess

With its superciliousness visage.

Alas, the bite of one’s own blade

Did bring dishonor upon our house.

Verily, the lineage falls.

FACE OF DEATH… a poem

Body, Spirit, Soul, Religion, Woman
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A small remnant of fear holds me

Yet in my dreams I can see the light

Solace stands within my grasp

But I close my eyes afraid to fight

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What shadow is this that accosts me

As I near the end of my days

Whirlwind memories cast their spells

And pierce me through the haze

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Bravely, or perhaps cautiously

I steady my faltering breath

Alas, the time is finally here

And I face the face of death

BAD GUYS IN THE NIGHT… short fiction

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When the monsters came I was not prepared.  Even my granddaughter had the right idea when she told her mommy, “When the bad guys come in the night, I will punch them!”  Yeah, I should have heeded the three-year old’s advice.

Too late!  I didn’t turn on the light when I reached under the bed and the monster got me!  So much for being brave.  My only salvation is that I screamed like a woman (not an attractive sound for a man in his mid-50’s), and my wife jumped out of bed and turned on the light.

“What the heck is going on?” she queried.  “Umm… I… umm… I thought I was being grabbed by a monster under the bed!” I managed to squeak out.  “Bad guys in the night?  Buahahahahaha!  Get in this bed and go to sleep!  I have a long day tomorrow.”

Needless to say, after a few minutes, the bed was giggling from the laughter that was unsuccessfully, under great attempts to be quelled.  You know what I mean!

No, it was not a good night for sleep!  Maybe tonight!

LIMBO…#NaPoWriMo2019

Fantasy, Spirit, Nightmare, Dream
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Limbo came to haunt my dreams

In iridescent blues and greens

Tiny lightning strikes my synapses

Holding me hostage

Convoluted climaxes

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Escape, futile while chained in place

Bogging down further during the race

The ball is heavy

The weight stays still

Thoroughly testing all my will

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Reflection I see in the mirror of time

Contorted and strained is every line

My voice is silent

I try to yell

Never shall I elude this hell

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Breaking point, I shall not die

Some glimmer of hope touches my eye

I’m still here

Upon my bed

No longer asleep to wake up dead

Tell The Story Challenge II

My dear friend Stu invited me to participate in Tell The Story Challenge II.

The rules are simple:
Present a picture, and then tell the story about it. It can be as short or as long as you like. Nominate at least 3 people to write a story based on any of the pictures you choose to share.

Here is my take on the picture I chose:

SEA MONSTERS

“Let’s go for a sail, they said!”

“It will be fun and relaxing, they said!”

“You don’t really believe in sea monsters, do you?”

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Below are the pictures I’ve chosen for my nominees. Please feel free to join in the fun if you are reading this.

To my nominees… I can’t wait to read your creative stories…

Night Owl Poetry

Southern Writer

Tao Talk

Dawn, Sea, Rocks, Sky, Clouds, Landscape
Painter, Lackierer, Figure, Easter Egg

Landscape, Sunset, Sky, Clouds, Sun

M is for Macrophobia…#AtoZChallenge2019


macrophobia
fear of prolonged waiting

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She had it planned out perfectly. Walmart was rarely crowded at this time of day, and her list of items would fill only half of her grocery cart/buggy.

As she approached the checkout lines, however, her macrophobia kicked into high gear. There was only one register open…

The Lost Hilt of the Scabbard of Kaliespis… Part 2

THE LOST HILT OF THE SCABBARD OF KALIESPIS

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Part 2

Suddenly, darkness fell and Mika feared for his life.  He felt as if the whole of the world had encompassed him.  In his panic, he held tight to what he thought could only be the Lost Hilt of the Scabbard of Kaliespis.

The day was bright and sunny with a subtle breeze that did little to cool the sweat forming on the faces that stood solemnly staring.  A voice was droning on but the old man wasn’t really comprehending what he was hearing.  To his left were two figures that were shaking and sniffing. 

Reaching out the old man placed a hand on top of the small coffin wherein lay his precious, grandson.  As tears formed, welled and dropped heavily from his eyes he said a silent prayer.

“God’s speed my dear, sweet grandson!  I hope you found what you were searching for.  I’ll be with you before you know it, and we can continue our adventures… I love you, Mika!”

Mika had not returned that day.  His small body was found beneath a ton of earth where one side of the gully had caved in.  He was sitting upright clutching a lump of clay against his chest while his other hand lay at his side grasping a stick. 

THE END