Category: Rewriting a fairy tale myth or legend
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Table Rock is burning
Table Rock is burning And I worry about the scorpions That live in cabins along the ridge Tails hung curled above their heads Like crescent moons in the sooty air Will they rendezvous with their ancient cousin Who killed the hunter, Orion And be hung by Gaia Among the stars that sail The Blue Ridge…
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Weather report from the Eastern steppes
Carolina wren calls in trees weatherman promises rain by noon chill water wrung from clouds cause more leaves to fall from their perch were they pushed or coerced to leap only Vladimir’s minions know 11-20-24
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Reading the Iliad in Time of War
reading the Iliad in time of war the blood, the corpses, the victors and the dead cities in ruins, captives carried away salvation snatched from the bowels of a domesticated beast bright sun makes pages glare and hurt my eyes I retreat to the shade the story never has a different ending discarded orange peel…
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23rd psalm
“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want…” David, the thought of lying down in green pastures Gives me chiggers. But still the pounding rhythm drones on and on and on; “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want…” Stop telling me what I don’t want. David, I want nap time; I need…
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Run Cinderella Run
On further study, folklorists have determined Prince Charming was a kinky dude with a foot fetish He did not remember his dance partner by eyes, smile, cleavage or the curve of her hips He knew his beloved by her foot size and whether it fit a discarded glass slipper This is porn site worthy I…
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Bilbo’s lament
Maybe it was a sense of power Maybe it was a sense of freedom Maybe it was just a childhood fantasy Riding Shadowfax into battle A fancy wizarding ring on your finger But the battles are not at your back door And it’s safer for an old man to ride a pony Through ancient, enchanted,…
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Old man and the sea (No apologies for Ernest)
old man sits in a chair staring out to sea waiting for the riptide to subside and return her back to him he says it was their favorite place to watch lights of ships offshore on night journeys to foreign ports because she could not wait for him he set her ashes adrift in the…
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Haiku backyard brunch
Aesop’s crow squabbles on fence with cooped up chickens about table scraps 5-24-24
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I believe
I believe in Jesus of Nazareth not the Roman Christ I believe he walked the earth and said he was a prophet of God not a 3 in 1 Godhead tool – one answer fits all the Gospels did not mention a trinity – that’s just another Roman myth I do not believe the stories…
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Dear Pinochio
I don’t know what a real little boy is only that they grow into a man and I don’t know what a real man is supposed to be View Post only that crickets stop talking to you and reality is not make believe and there is no happily ever after 2-4-2024
My husband's poetry 