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Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Whispers In The Wind

Poems.

Whispers In The Wind

The Mountain Dwarf

A mountain dwarf climbs up a mountain.
The mountain shines like silver and is as cold as newborn ice.
The dwarf stops to admire the mountain rock.
Its detail looks him in the eye.
The mountain is so wonderful to him, telling stories of the past.
Whispering him into a trance.
The mountain dwarf touches the rock of the mountain.
It is bumpy, yet smooth.
Hard, yet relaxing.
He stops.
The mountain chuckles in delightment as he mumbles words of admiration.
Then, he falls.
The mountain screams.
But he catches a piece of sticking out rock.
The mountain shuts its mouth for years to come.
The mountain dwarf climbs up a mountain.

The Yellow Pixie

What is it in you're butterfly net?
It's glowing.
Yellow glow.
Sparkles are coming out of the blob.
Yellow sparkles.
Yellow blob.
It’s a pixie!
You let the thing go, and promise never to tell a soul about this blob.
This pixie.
The pixie flies to the rim of the sky.
Where it lives.
She calls all her friends, who come tumbling in excitement to see her.
She tells the story.
About hunting for food.
About being caught and set free.
She whispers about the human boy, the kind one.
She warns never to go back, only to that garden to the human boy.
Yellow waves of light come out of her.
She broke the promise.
The promise of the pixies.
The color pixies.
Never mix with human kind.
And donates her energy to the sun.


The Sea Serpent

She swims around the island.
She breaths water to the river.
She whispers to people.
She swims away before they see.
She soaks in the waterfall.
She dives under the sea.
She goes into her sea cave.
She lies in her coral bed.
She covers herself with seaweed covers.
She sleeps.
She, the sea serpent.
She, the sea serpent, sleeps.

The Mermaid

Under the sea.
Where fish live
Is a maid.
A mermaid.
She sings
A tune of
Hope and Peace.
Her pet fish joins in.
Her sister starts to tap the rhythm on
Shells.
Her family comes and sings along.
Then a merman
Comes to play the sponge.
The king makes her royal entertainer.
She is a mermaid.

The Dragon

Fire.
Light.
Scales.
Dragon.
Scales.
Light.
Fire.
Dragon.
He Moves.
He moves to you.
He makes you burn.
He traps you in his cave.
He boils you alive in his pot.
He eats you where you are, alive.
Are you alive in his belly? Are you?
Just remember an important lesson, old mate.
Never ever mess with a dragon's mind... never!

The Unicorn

Do you want to ride the unicorn?
The price is $4.50.
She will take you to whatever land you like.
She will become you're friend.
My friend? Thank you.
The unicorn? No, she is a delicate creature
With white fur and a rainbow horn.
Her hoofs are pure silver.
She is tame and pure nice.
No, she is real.
That unicorn.
Thank you sir, have a go.
The unicorn might want to throw...
you.

7 Comments:

At 9:40 PM, Anonymous JenUK said...

Wow, great poems! I especially love the line, "the mountain shines like silver and is as cold as newborn ice." These poems rerally painted a lovely and vivid picture for me! Wonderful! xo, mama

 
At 11:59 AM, Anonymous theodora greenway said...

Young lady these are wonderful poems full of descriptive images. I think my favorite is the Sea Serpent and like Jenuk I too like the image of newborn ice. Please more poems!

 
At 1:35 PM, Blogger usgram said...

You continue to astound me. Your poetry might even surpass your stories! I can envision the wonderful underwater band and wonder what the sponge sounds like when the merman plays it.
"The mountain screams," went straight to my heart. You captured that feeling of terror when you realize that someone you love is in danger. You are a natural poet.
I think the spirit of your grandfather is drifting about,with a big grin on his face. xxx

 
At 8:57 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi
I feel I've to retranscript the poem you gave me last time - still got it hehehe! - nice present, thank you! I like it very much! So here are your words:

THE TRAFFIC LIGHTS SONG

When all is asleep
And you are in bed
Something is awake
It is never heard
It never moves
But it still sings
Red. Yellow. Green. Red. Yellow. Green.
Green. Yellow. Red. Green. Yellow. Red.
It whispers stories of times ago
But no one ever knows what it says.
Listen to the story I tell
Of dashing cars
An d wonderful yells.
it whispers in the dark of the night.
Listen, Listen!
They call to you, but you walk away.
You will never hear the song again
The song that traffic Lights sing
The Traffic Lights Song.

Of course I've got a printed version with a nicer font and format than below!
By the way, I really like your new poems on your blog - carry on 'cause we always look forward to reading you again!!

The French Marquis x

 
At 3:21 AM, Blogger UncleJintheUSA said...

I especially like two lines. The first from the Mountain Dwarf is "Its detail looks him in the eye." The second from the Sea Serpent is "she breathes water to the river" Both of these lines are beautiful, well done TB, keep it up.

 
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