House of Silver Magic - A haunted house with monsters gathering outside.
Wizards - One man, his Dragon and two girfriends - What could go wrong?
Inspector Monde - Ghosts walk the streets of Paris - Who can stop them?
SpellbinderLaura the Spellbinder, sat gingerly on a pillow
Plotting her revenge on her family and the world as well Since daddy and the rest had escaped from her spellbind Her life had been nothing but drudgery and hell She had to catch up the schoolwork she’d missed She had to apologise each day to the staff Each evening her daddy would punish her yet again While her sisters and brothers would laugh 'Give me some parchment strong enough to hold my words I’ll turn them into leaf things and insects once more I’m the best spellbinder for a generation they say And I know just how to even the score' Write a spell on paper with power and it burns Only vellum and parchment are strong enough Even then protect it from sunlight or heat Some say it will smoulder if you just treat it rough She had taken to hiding scraps of parchment Down any gap that such paper might slip But they had searched and removed all of it now They were not going to let her, out of their grip This had all come about because she had failed an exam She had known her daddy would punish her so So she had bound him to darkling, a creature of leaf Then of course all the others soon had to go She found a scrap of parchment under a window sill ledge Wrote the words that would let her flee from the house Invisible to all she walked carefully down the stairs Trying to be quieter than the quietist mouse Once out of the house she ran down the drive To the wrought iron gates that were already flung wide When she was trapped in a spider’s web bigger than her She was unable to move and unable to hide If a coach came through now she would be trampled to death No one could see her until the parchment became dust Perhaps they would wonder at the stains on the road Perhaps they would think it was some kind of rust Then a spider the size of a dog scuttled forward And being trampled did not seem bad at all It twirled her and silk spun out firmly to bind her Bound helpless and gagged, she was unable to call The spider lifted her as though she weighed nothing Carried her back deep into the house Propped her up outside her father’s study Like a cat displaying a newly dead mouse When they discovered she was missing the alarm wasn't raised Her father quickly went to and searched her invisible form Found the scrap of parchment and threw it in the fire Then removed the web as if doing it was the norm “Young lady you can’t escape, other spellbinders have worked So you will just have to do your schoolwork with the rest One day you will discover this is all for your good And that your father really does know best!” |
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Emily's CatEmily Bishop is following her cat
To find out just where the cat goes So far, she has followed him into a wood Trotting along after pussycat toes The wood is quite frightening for Emily who is six The ferns come right over her nose And following a pussycat is not very easy When you cannot see clear where he goes Brambles and briars and tall stinging nettles Woods are chock full of dangers if you are young With moths all a flitter and bumble bees flying What would Emily do if she got stung? She's as lost as the pink sock she can't find at all Though mummy swears that she put it in the drawer Pink socks make a little girl feel like a fairy It's really not logic, but it's some kind of law Emily has sat down and Emily's crying Because crying makes a grownup come see But after ten minutes she peeks through her fingers And the only one there is her pussy She puts out her hand and her cat comes a rubbing Wondering what all the fuss is about Emily follows his tale which is raised and a pointing Maybe following her cat's tale will lead her out Now back in the garden and Emily is laughing For she knows where her cat goes to play It's always out of sight while it's following little Emily All through the night and all through the day |
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Sister SleepLove's lost daughter is out crying her pain
Into soft and now soggy pillow down Nightingale's fear about all that she owes Wondering if this will be the month she'll drown Bald Eagle is drinking his sorrows away Remembering words that went wrong Old Rooster is pondering if he'll freeze or starve If the winter snows come on strong Come Sister Sleep lay your hand on my brow Let the sanctity of night dampen my mind Kiss me as Morpheus your brother would do For no other blessing is so kind Listening for creaks on old wooden floors Sounds of lost sinful souls in the night Pulling up brittle sheets, over head, over ears Living precariously fearful of fright Sit Sister Sleep on the chair by my bed Take my consciousness gently away Bring me peace, pray forgiveness, and even some rest Make me capable and prepared for the day. Sooth Sister Sleep with your hand on my brow Chattering voices within me, make still Bring dreams and forgetfulness in equal amounts Let tomorrow bring whatever it will |
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BirdI wish I was a bird
Flying from rooftops to topmost branch of tree Swooping over fences, barbed wire now a breeze No secrets from my eyes, they'd be nothing I can't see I'd laugh at young lovers Bird song trilling as they consummate their trysts I'd sing out when I saw a burglar come a robbing With me on watch, no more successful heists The rapist waiting to strike He'd be foiled, wiping bird poop shot into his eye They would be no ambushes of maidens ever at all I would be the most excellent, aerial spy I wish I was a bird To see the world's secrets on wing up above To look on hidden beauty, seeing all the wonders It would fill up my heart with endless love |
Older Poems
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Santa The HoodSanta, my dear Santa, please do all your stuff
A fifty inch plasma TV for me, would be good enough Or a Playstation III complete, with all the violent games Or failing that an alien gun, one that fires actual flames Sis wants a kiss under mistletoe, from the boy next door Which is actually funny, because I know that he wants more She'd be given quite a shock, if she could see inside his head He wants her with her panties off, lying waiting in his bed Mummy wants a diamond ring, set in gold with rubies red Daddy wants a chainsaw, well that is what he said My little brother wants a nuclear bomb, to send it to Iran I don't know why he wants it, but Santa if you can? I know that I should ask for peace, or ask for something good But let them get their own gifts, I didn't spill their blood They say that Jesus Christ the Lord, was born on Christmas day Well he got frankincense and gold, and he didn't have to pay Santa please be generous, even though you wear a hood Mum says hoodies are dangerous, but you probably are good But if you're not, a flick knife, or a loaded automatic will do Remember if I don't get anything, I will be coming for you |
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Santa DUIHe flies through the air in swift silence on his way
That fat hoodie called Santa, in his magical sleigh Reindeer droppings are a hazard, on Christmas Eve It's not only presents that his travels will leave Since electrical heating, our Santa has become sly No more popping down chimneys for a solitary mince pie He breaks into houses using his fancy skeleton key He never gets caught, never once copping a plea Then he's drinking your sherry, your whiskey or rum Putting down a few presents while he scratches his tum He drives when he's drunk, but his reindeers are sly They never pay attention to the reins when they fly The worse place he travels, is to the Southern USA Southerners will shoot at anything flying, even a sleigh So if you live in Georgia and your present doesn't work It's because Santa was in a hurry, and your father is a jerk He flies over the world, well all the Christian bits a least The Jews they have Hanukah, a very different beast The rest they have deities with other days to arrange Christians use a fat hooded bloke, it's all very strange So let us hear it for Santa, our obese delivery slob Despite all his problems, he's our best for the job We know he won't let out kids down, because we all lie We buy the presents, not trusting in drunken oafs that fly |
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….Catch a Monster by its ToeThere was a monster under my bed at night
Of that I had simply no doubt All my things would be moved by morning I could hear it as the lights were put out Clinky the Clown with his smiling face Eyes so full of sorrow you could die I put him up high to look over me In the morning, on my bed, it's no lie And One Eyed Jake my monkey so stuffed That stuffing came from out of his lost eye Could be found on the window staring out Instead of the bed where he always lies And the toys get scattered as if I'm at play Mama takes me often to task, for playing at night How she tidies the room at the end of each day And it's messed up again before morning's light So I laid a trap using daddy's stuff from the shed Traps he uses for foxes and bears I'd catch that monster from under my bed I'd show him just who it is that's scared The trap set off in the middle of the night I switched the light right on in a flash Clinky's left foot was caught in a trap He was caught in the light, still trying to dash I looked at his face and the sharp white teeth That I didn't remember from before As his foot bled red and his anger grew I saw Jake come towards me, across the floor He was laughing was the monkey but not with joy More with the malicious laugh of a devil I scrabbled to the head of my four poster bed He looked as though in my death he would revel Then he trod on the trap dad uses for a fox The chord whipped so tight his leg simply parted He continued towards me on paws and one leg He was going to finish what he had started I was cowering with fright as they closed on me Clinky and Jake and now more of the toys Clinky said they were all once like me Nasty, spoilt, undeserving little boys My parents were sure I'd been kidnapped that night The windows were open, I was nowhere to be found They never even noticed the extra soft toy A Teddy Bear with a tummy, fat and round I never get to play, not even at night There have to be young children with which to blame My mama has turned my room into a shrine But I smile at her fixedly from my shelf, just the same. |
StardustGlistening night, silk black, so starkly sumptuous
God's lanterns illuminating dark dimensions so vast Glittering and sparkling, dream world's substances Spectral spheres of wishes, just waiting to be cast Streaks sudden light, dropping deep and fading fast In stardust dispersing, a star's soul to consume Imaginations imaginings passing our purview If only we could our specious sanity, subsume Stolen song mead cast upon us by the maiden Snatched once by the chariot of chastening moon Breathe in her falling stardust, inhale of its wisdom Foretelling ancient stories, hidden long in rune Magic in brambled hedgerows as owls hoot wisely Rationality resisted, by intelligence's fair-haired twin Imagination roaming across frozen stellar pastures Not restricted in its scope by mere science or its kin Inspiration chasing through night's imposing canyons Rabbits of the sky, their jewelled eyes above us aglow Not confined by logic, nor religions dour dogmas Stardust knows no limits as to what it's allowed to know. |
DANCING IN DARKNESS
Flickering shadows deep reds and dark yellows
Dance across my ceiling and cover my walls
Sunset's last gasp and light of festival torches
Drummers echoing heartbeats as night finally falls
Festival priestesses, gossamer silk worn as dresses
Perfumed rose petals thrown high in the sky
No man may refuse their desires this eve-tide
Lust leading to fulfilment as virginity must die
She enters my room quieter than a whisper
My priestess, my succubus, my angel delight
Shadows and darkness framed across my window
Naked in outline in fast gathering night
She dances, my Jalia, so swaying and sensual
To the heartbeat of drums, that are quickening now
I rise up on my bed as her profile shimmers
Stiffening as much as my trousers will allow
Reflected flames on the walls touch her torso
Her stance, legs apart, show a glimmer of hair
Her belly is undulating in waves of her urgency
As the drum beats climax and shouts fill the air
I shed my clothes and stand waiting before her
My hands at my sides as our bodies first touch
We dance in the darkness slowly and silently
A part of me touching her, and that not overmuch
Laughter and shrieking from out of the darkness
Scents of bodies in congress envelope the room
She leads me to the bed as I twitch against her belly
Descending, legs spreading, I follow to my doom
Moaning, and quivering with the taste of rose petals
I have entered a place where the soul becomes real
Enveloped and healing and quite without malice
She takes as she gives, as my heart she does steal.
Dance across my ceiling and cover my walls
Sunset's last gasp and light of festival torches
Drummers echoing heartbeats as night finally falls
Festival priestesses, gossamer silk worn as dresses
Perfumed rose petals thrown high in the sky
No man may refuse their desires this eve-tide
Lust leading to fulfilment as virginity must die
She enters my room quieter than a whisper
My priestess, my succubus, my angel delight
Shadows and darkness framed across my window
Naked in outline in fast gathering night
She dances, my Jalia, so swaying and sensual
To the heartbeat of drums, that are quickening now
I rise up on my bed as her profile shimmers
Stiffening as much as my trousers will allow
Reflected flames on the walls touch her torso
Her stance, legs apart, show a glimmer of hair
Her belly is undulating in waves of her urgency
As the drum beats climax and shouts fill the air
I shed my clothes and stand waiting before her
My hands at my sides as our bodies first touch
We dance in the darkness slowly and silently
A part of me touching her, and that not overmuch
Laughter and shrieking from out of the darkness
Scents of bodies in congress envelope the room
She leads me to the bed as I twitch against her belly
Descending, legs spreading, I follow to my doom
Moaning, and quivering with the taste of rose petals
I have entered a place where the soul becomes real
Enveloped and healing and quite without malice
She takes as she gives, as my heart she does steal.