Gorgon Nomore

Medusa with your head of snakes,
Perseus is there for Zeus’ sake!
With his reflective shield up high
Your death has become quite nigh
And now your head is on the stakes

Perseus, return home concealed
Let not Medusa’s head be revealed
Be patient with the story’s tone
And keep them from being stone
In completion the story is sealed

The Keeper of the Flame

The kids play ring around the rosy
As adults snuggle and get all cozy
Golden flames rise from the fire
Expanding thought and desire
The occasional boop on the nosy

The fires and the dotted star lights
Are the joys of these cold winter nights
‘Tis what we call the snuggle weather
When its just cold enough for a sweater
With the absence of mosquito bites

As she stares at the magical flames
The mighty fire she subtly tames
Radiating warmth to the others
Learned from the earth mothers
The fire moves where she aims

With the human witches they stay
But their magic comes from the fae
Taught to bring warmth and light,
They brighten the darkest of night
Protecting us from the icy decay

Symbiosis between worlds chained
Is why the fae are human trained
Without one the other will fall
A few brave fae answer the call
So that the balance is sustained

Their path is filled with great strife
But they are the protectors of life
Keeping both worlds warm and cozy
The worlds’ many secrets knows she
To which her skills are sharp and rife

Thompson and the Dog part 1

Thompson, on his way home late one night, is on the phone. One the other end of that phone call is one mad lady. 

Now this lady she is mad that much is true,
But for Thompson there was naught he could do.
This lass is the type to throw feelings at the drop of a dime,
And all Thompson could do was give it a little time.

They are in love you see. It may not be “developed”, and some may call it “puppy” love, but to them you see, it is real. We can’t discredit how they feel because we may have “been through this” ourselves. They feel every bit of love, and sadness, and “neglect” just as much as developed relationships, but theirs is a rollercoaster. Everything they feel is multiplied infinitely because they are new to love. They need time to figure out how it works. They will be fine, trust me. 

When Thompson and the lass are together the world doesn’t move,
But when they are apart, to each other, everything they must prove.

Now being on the phone, both upset about how they can’t always be together, Thompson needs to pull over. He knows he is distracted. He sees the hazards and aims to eliminate them. He gets out and sits on his tailgate until they can both tell each they love each other enough that they actually believe it. After a couple of minutes that time has come. They each say they love each other and tomorrow can’t come fast enough.

After he hangs up, he hears a sound. It’s not a normal sound you would hear on a dark highway going through the woods in the middle of the night, so he investigates. It’s not far in the woods until he finds it. It’s a dog. A little skinny from lack of food but no worse for wear. The dog, which Thompson notices is a boy, seems a little odd to him. It seems to react in ways that someone would if your were having a conversation. It seems the dog is a little more expressive than a normal dog. Strange indeed. But let’s proceed. 

Now Thompson has found a dog in need. 
But who needs whom more?
For both of them, what lies in store?
To the end of this tale you must read
So to the next part we will proceed.

The Awakening

Most of her life was in a slumber
But then she saw an angel number
As she began to open her eyes
She started to undeniably realize
That her life had been quite somber

As she became more blissfully aware
Her gifts manifested almost everywhere
First she felt vibrations of crystals
Then visions firing like little pistols
And they got stronger from there

She felt connected to the source of all
And followed the universe’s subtle call
Everything was now great in her life
She got degreed and became a wife
She was great and was having a ball

Then came the dark night of the soul
For a solid year she was dark as coal
She no longer felt presence of the One
It felt as if everything had been undone
As if she was spiraling in a black hole

Then finally she realized the reason
For the dark night’s ugly treason
There were many issues to purge
So that her powers further surge
For that, the dark had to squeeze in

As she realized she was in the dark
She was forced to confront the mark
That mark scarred by her karmic past
But her work was precise and fast
And she once again felt her soul spark

Then she entered into the void stage
Where it’s not quite time to re-engage
Because purging karma requires rest
So that she can rise to be her best
With wisdom and power; a great sage

She then went into the grounding phase
Her gifts and power began to raise
But this time more grounded in reality
Manifestations came in more easily
Her life was no longer filled with haze

Then finally, she came into her purpose
She was no longer anxious of nervous
Walking in the path of her life mission
Unhindered by any external condition
With her energetic body in great surplus

The Nightwalker and the Wolf

Esha, with your flowing brown curls,
You’re one of those vampire girls.
The solid rock that gives support.
Hugs from you don’t fall short.
You’re more precious than pearls.

Your beauty rivals that of Aphrodite.
Your sister thinks you’re quite mighty,
Even if you don’t really see all that.
You got Gryffindor from the sorting hat,
Due to your bravery and loyalty

For your birthday, a poetic fantasy.
One of wolf and vampire valency.
Stories of vampire and wolf abound,
But we shall spin the genre around.
One that ends in spiritual amnesty.

It all started when Jupiter came,
To curse the mortal by full name.
For Atticus Marcus had killed,
And his sins were to be billed.
And only he was truly to blame.

In all his hatred for the facades,
He had stolen from the gods,
And killed innocent people.
In the street and the steeple,
A curse was unanimous by nods.

As Jupiter carried out the curse,
Atticus’ body became perverse.
The man had become a beast,
But he was still alive at least.
Lonely lands he would traverse.

After 300 years, he got another chance,
When he met a vampire from France.
By accident they fell deeply in love.
The night walker became his dove,
As they entered a unholy romance.

For another 500 years they tried,
But couldn’t leave the other’s side.
Each night they would lie together,
Dreading when they cross the nether,
And their existence be nullified.

One day seemingly out of the blue,
Their predicament was given a clue.
Came the prophecy of the soul fire,
A pairing that would become dire,
What night stalker and the wolf do.

The prophecy tells of a great shift.
Two bloods flowing into the rift.
Activating the ancient glyph wards,
To cool the planet going forwards,
And slowing the continental drift.

Fulling the prophecy was the quest,
And they vowed to do their very best.
Years were spent finding the place.
Even using satellites in orbital space,
But eventually they found the nest.

Hidden deep under glacial ice sheets,
They found a sequence that repeats.
They knew they had found the rift,
So they packed up and made swift.
They traveled with a group of elites.

They made their way into the ice cave,
So that all of humanity they could save.
Upon entering the inner corridor,
A sign read “chamber of the sorcerer”.
They saw images of an ancient conclave.

With glyphs in their super human sight,
They move in closer to perform the rite.
As daggers slide across their hands,
They read the ancient commands.
Causing the glyphs to emanate light.

A beam of light shoots into the sky.
The wolf is no longer the bad guy.
As the CO2 is absorbed into the light,
The event is a spectacle of eye sight,
And catches that of Jupiter’s eye.

As global cooling is set in motion,
Jupiter has one hell of a notion,
To release the man from the beast
From his curse he shall be released,
And to a god be given the promotion.

Atticus now redeemed and thus free
Would see the heavens ever so lovely.
With Esha by his purely human side,
In with the gods they will now slide.
Once a beast, now with spiritual amnesty.

Community Story #1

Yesterday in class we did an exercise that is a gaining traction in the education community. They found it to be a proven method in the Science of Reading that if the class participated in a collaborative story, they tend to retain more knowledge. So I want to try it! I want us to create a story. I’ll start it then we will add one line at a time from the comments. Try to keep it short, maybe one or two sentences.

The Giant Who Loved All

Just outside a small village, there live a lonely Giant. He was shunned for being different, but felt at peace living alone near the Forever Forrest.

Okay comment please so we can make this awesome story together!!!! Y’all have a Blessed Day!!!

The snowball

“Hey Charles, look at this snowball. It’s JUMONGUS!” Terry said to me. (He still calls me by my first name because we haven’t adopted him and his older brother yet). It indeed was a big snowball. Big yes, perhaps for his size, but he definitely embellished slightly.

Now a “JUMONGUS” snowball is one thing, but a “JUMONGUS” snowball in a seven year old’s hands is a different matter entirely. To me, this snowball was just a piece of art meant to be left alone, admired, then left where it was. To him it was a missile, a rocket, a baseball; something that definitely should not be left where it was.

Before I could gather any thoughts, I turn to see what he wants to show me. He shows me his snowball at about 20 mph, to the nose.

Yes it’s was quite funny….to him. Not so much to me. He laughs, stumbles and falls to the ground. We all laugh as I make my own snowball in response. He struggles to get up but soon does, only to get a snowball from me, to his nose, with love of course. This knocks him down on his face into the snow. Of course he gets up crying that it hurt and he was cold.

“See son, don’t throw it if you can’t take it”

Class

I’m sitting in waiting on a presentation. I am an education major in my final years and I had a thought.

Are you any good at public speaking? Public speaking is pretty intense and can be difficult but I have noticed that being prepared is the majors of process. If you are prepared, really the only obstacle you must get over is speaking out loud.