Tag: poetry

Man on a Sabbatical

Let me give you a hypothetical
About a man on a sabbatical
Not much is known after his birth
As if he had vanished from earth
Then at 33 he is now a radical

Where was he for all those years
He definitely wasn’t with peers
Yet now at 33 he had 12 students
Teaching them with much prudence
While holding back all the tears

But the hypothetical is this
Was he in the great abyss?
Was he learning in the east
The the Taoists did he feast?
Did he learn to predict the kiss?

What if he wasn’t really a savior?
What if he was just a man of yore?
What if he learned from the mystics
Out in the far east Indian sticks?
What if it was thier stories he bore?

The Elven Fire

Shaneise, a little birdie told me of your b-day.
There is so much good stuff for her to say.
You’re the only one shes ever connected.
So deeply, as if by universe, you were selected,
And your fashion sense does apparently slay.

So just like her sister’s poem before you,
You get a very special rhyming tale too
A tale of a woman so natural and wise
One who helps others in a state of demise
Adding yet another Gryffindor to the slew

This tale will be of a magical woman
That was bound to no mortal man
She came from the land of dragonshire
And to be a fashion model she did aspire
To show the world her skin ever so tan

But little did she know about her past
Of how much magic her line had amassed
900 years of magic concentrated down
Now triggering the final countdown
To the cleansing of the great Belfast

1000 years ago the great seer saw
Images of when the land would thaw
‘Tis when the great evil will be free
To corrupt from the land to the sea
But he wouldn’t be any ole outlaw

As Shaneise was born way too soon,
Another born to an Aquarian moon,
She was left to a fragile single mother
But then she was passed to another
As the sun rose on a hot day in June

Taken away before she could learn
About the inner magics that burn
So she led a eccentric girl’s unique life
Accompanied by lots of grief and strife
From a mother that was greatly stern

The ragged clothes she always wore
Greatly affected her to her very core
So every day she plotted her escape
For a life that she could reshape
And by that she absolutely swore

One day she saw an opened door
An escape she could easily score
For there was a call for females tall
To model in Belfast and bare it all
This was what she was made for

She arrives to the Celtic city
Looking like grace and beauty
The city was sprawling and grand
Ready for molding at her hand
And not ready for one so pretty

From here the story gets good
In a land where evil once stood
A pretty little wood elf now resides
In fashion she makes great strides
Magically weaving cloak and hood

But then a strange thing occurred
When she read an ancient word
Her unseen runes went neon
Her magic now fully turned on
Her vision blurry and words slurred

The power rushed through her core
Dropping her to the cold hard floor
She rose with rune tattoos glowing
Strength and power now overflowing
The elf is now ready for the new war

As the shockwaves rocked the nine hells
And penetrated the space-time parallels
Lord Dughall new the time had come
And sounded the demon war drum
Into Shaneise flooded ancient spells

The Lord Mayor unleashed the nether
The tear brought dark, stormy weather
The people of Belfast dropped to knees
Uttering prayers in repeats of threes
But Shaneise pulled them all together

As unimaginable evil rapidly descended
The entire town she fervently defended
earth, air, fire, water, and aether merged
So that the horrible evils could be purged
In the beautiful lands that were contended

Lord Dughall descended to the battle field
With is demon enchanted sword and shield
Shaneise’s power was almost depleted
But the Lord Mayor was overly conceited
The young elf refused to get herself killed

With her strength now almost expended
She lifter her head with her arms extended
With her last breath, she dug deep within
And the runes lifted off of her elven skin
The explosion had time and space bended

As evil was defeated and nether closed
Shaneise’s body lay lifeless and exposed
But the story wasn’t over for the heroine
The girl from Gryffindor had narrowed in
Primrose came and her life was reimposed

Masculine Sun

The sun. Masculine giver of light
2025 his spots reach thier height
His prime cycle of double one
When he dies, we are all done
And cold will be that fateful night.

Isn’t strange that Jesus was thirty three
Dying, completing three cycles, did he
And on top of that he is the “SON”
Do you see what I’ve just done?
I made the sun a part of the holy trinity

When men harnesses the sun power
The world will see a great light shower
Apollo, god of the sun, bringer of light
The masculine holder of oracle sight
More men need to harness this power

The Feminine Moon

Moon. Feminine mirror of the light
She lights up the darkest of night
When she’s full, she radiates energy
Charging crystals and water so tenderly
Sometimes she’s red and others white

The masculine are powered from the sun
But the feminine get to have more fun
As they power up from sun and moon
With the moon their bodies attune
With twice power, emotions can overrun

Apollo’s twin, Artemis, the moon deity
Goddess of the wilderness and chastity
She represents equality between gender
Reminding women to never surrender
To be any man’s acquired “property”

When the Seas Lose Their Sway

There is not a single thing I wouldn't do,
Not one mountain I couldn't move,
and When the seas lose their sway,
My love, to you, I'll still prove.

When Selene no longer holds the seas at bay,
Because the love of her dear Endymion she lacks,
Then the tide soon loses its way
And forces the seas to lose their sway.

So when the time comes and our lives begin to fade,
My love for you will always be here to stay,
even after the seas lose their sway.


The Angel’s Touch

Though he traveled alone
And shivered to the bone,
Darkness was his respite;
So, from light he did exit,
buying time for to atone

She watched him from afar.
Every alley, street and bar
She saw through his façade
And cornered him in Cape Cod
As he was meeting a porn star

She felt a kind of chemistry.
Like an unsolved mystery,
The attraction was baffling.
Oh, the hormones shes battling,
Her next move makes history

As her arms reach from behind
And his chest they certainly find,
A bright light penetrates inwards
But also violently blasts outwards
Leaving them confused and blind

He felt an energy never gotten
His aura turned as white as cotton
His darkness she had purified
Allowing his heart to opened wide
He was no longer dirty and rotten

Lights flicker when they touch
Their energy surges so much
She collapses with every kiss
Her heart racing, lying in bliss
With legs shaking and such

The moral of the story is this:
Even if you are rotten as piss,
An angel’s touch is a game changer
Removing the darkness and danger
Creating lots of ecstasy and bliss

The Message

I know not to whom this is for
But like wind through a door
To me a vision came before
In my mind words did pour
“Know that you are so much more
Even if you’re amidst an inner war”

The solitary life allows us to atone.
But you don’t have to go at it alone
You are a brilliantly lit capstone,
A flawlessly crafted gemstone.
Let no one take away your throne

The Pragmatic Otorhinolaryngologist

I heard about an otorhinolaryngologist
The doctor was extremely pissed
For his patient had an obsession
Sadistic in each painful session
I’m sure you get the very gist

Being the pragmatic thinker type
The doctor was used to swap swipe
To test for ear, nose, or throat disease
But his patient was just a gross sleaze
The doctor jus didn’t see the hype

Sympathy was the doctors true gift
So you can see why he was so miffed
Being sensual was his main game
To hurt would bring him much shame
Between the two was a bit of a rift

But the story gets better from here
The patient was an androgynous dear
Female up top, male down below
The patient had the whole show
Tits and a schlong to be perfectly clear

Sadism aside, one thing was absolute
The patient was a hilarious lil hoot
With pick up lines and jokes a plenty
(S)he was actually a spark of divinity
Perfect in a miniskirt or even in a suit

With big gorgeous eyes like emerald
(s)he could leave a room utterly leveled
A unique flower in the land of the free
A mosaic of masculine and female divinity
And quite a hell of a seductive little devil

But the doctor was still so conflicted
His morals had become contradicted
Oh the aporia of labeling her a she
Because some parts made him a he
But doc gave in and became addicted

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.