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I can't kill a skeleton with a stake.

Tell me why you dragged me to a cemetery at midnight again" I asked professor Van Helsing.
"To kill a vampire they rise when the day's gone,"  the professor said examining his stake.
"Are you serious I told you vampires aren't real" I shouted sitting on a grave I was whittling. a stick with an old rusty pocket knife.
a crypt opened.
"Look out a Vampire" I shouted dropping my stick and putting my knife away.
A skeleton walked out.
"what the-" I cried, "is that supposed to be a vampire honestly"
"I am," said the skeleton offended.
"I can't kill a skeleton with a stake. " the professor said aghast he panicked dropping the stake and running shouting at me  "run Harker, run for your life boy."

"Professor," I said he was gone.
The vampire swooped in to attack me I pulled out my rusty pocket knife.
the Vampire stood as if horrified.

The vampire burst into laughter.
"you are very funny!" it said, "what have I to fear of a knife"
I dropped it.  he went in for the kill.
and said "I'll save that one for later"
I fainted.
" where am I?" I asked waking in a box,
"It looks like a coffin!  I didn't die,"
I panicked.
I thought someone could save me and the skeletal vampire  was gone.

"Help! help!" I cried and heard in reply the professor scream
"I bashed on the coffin trying to get out," the lid was loosely on but too heavy to move I saw sunlight.
"I'll let you out," a voice said and the lid  came off.  I saw my savior was the vampire he said, "I will take you now!"  I screamed.

The Ancronistic Vampire

Tell me why you dragged me to a cemetery at midnight again" I asked professor Van Helsing.
"To kill a vampire they rise when the day's gone," the professor said examining his stake.
"Are you serious I told you vampires aren't real!" I shouted sitting on a grave.
a crypt opened.
"Look out a Vampire" I shouted.
A skeleton walked out.
"I can't kill a skeleton with a stake. " the professor said aghast.
"What? He's a vampire how?" I said seeing his teeth we were lost.

The Vampire Hunt

I once met a man from an old land,
who told me of the creatures of the night please understand,
he was a hunter by trade,
before me a bloody wooden stake he laid,


he muttered the blood is the life,
looking at it I wonder why not use a knife,
I asked what he did hunt with a stake,
he said vampires before they wake,

he used the stake I had no doubt,
I said the dead do not go out,
he knew I did not believe
so he did apologize and took his leave.

Tell me why you dragged me to a cemetery at midnight again" I asked professor Van Helsing.
"To kill a vampire they rise when the day's gone,"  the professor said examining his stake.
"Are you serious I told you vampires aren't real" I shouted sitting on a grave I was whittling. a stick with an old rusty pocket knife.
a crypt opened.
"Look out a Vampire" I shouted dropping my stick and putting my knife away.
A skeleton walked out.
"what the-" I cried, "is that supposed to be a vampire honestly"
"I am," said the skeleton offended.
"I can't kill a skeleton with a stake. " the professor said aghast he panicked dropping the stake and running shouting at me  "run Harker, run for your life boy."

"Professor," I said he was gone.
The vampire swooped in to attack me I pulled out my rusty pocket knife.
the Vampire stood as if horrified.

The vampire burst into laughter.
"you are very funny!" it said, "what have I to fear of a knife"
I dropped it.  he went in for the kill.
and said "I'll save that one for later"
I fainted.
" where am I?" I asked waking in a box,
"It looks like a coffin!  I didn't die,"
I panicked.
I thought someone could save me and the skeletal vampire  was gone.

"Help! help!" I cried and heard in reply the professor scream
"I bashed on the coffin trying to get out," the lid was loosely on but too heavy to move I saw sunlight.
"I'll let you out," a voice said and the lid  came off.  I saw my savior was the vampire he said, "I will take you now!"  I screamed.

Blood on the Snow: a Dr Who tale

Rose we have all of space and time where do you want to go?"
"I was wondering about what the French Revolution was like can we go there?" Rose Tyler replied.
The Doctor set the TARDIS to the time and place and said "Allons-y!" as he started the TARDIS. Rose wondered what allons-y meant.
"Here we are! Paris, France in the peak of the French Revolution," The Doctor said as the TARDIS stopped.
" I always wanted to save one of those French Aristocrat from the guillotine," Rose said
"We can't this is a fixed point in time we cannot change it," the Doctor said, "leave that to the Scarlet Pimpernel!"
"Aw well I had to ask," Rose said sadly, "is he real?"
"No the Baroness Orczy invented him was a toss between here and the Russian Revolution the setting of the book, aw well we're here let's go," the Doctor said.
They left the TARDIS to see a snowy carpet lay on the ground.
The wandered the streets for a bit suffering culture and time shock and just plain shock at the ways of the time and the violence of the revolution. When they got to a place with blood on the snow.
"I am not an enemy of France!" protested a victim of the guillotine about to be killed.standing on the scaffolds
"How can I be I didn't know of you before I came here!" said the man about to die.
"You are an enemy of the people! Die" a voice in crowd shouted.
The man was executed
"blue blooded aristo!" shouted a person in the crowd.
Rose turned away in horror but the Doctor looked at the victim with interest.
"that is horrible!" Rose said disgusted and horrified by the in humanity of man, "Can we go!"
"No this is not right! I can't see why no one else see it!"
the Doctor said.
"I see it I want to leave!" Rose said.
"What do you see?" the Doctor said,
"They just murdered a man" Rose said.
"No the didn't," said the Doctor.
"What-?" Rose said.
"how many men have blue blood!" the Doctor said.
"Blue blood?" Rose said and saw on the snow mixed with the red blood some blue liquid... blood.
"what how can he have blue blood?"asked Rose.
"That's the mystery?" the Doctor said dying to find out why.

The Mariner

You follow the stars,
your ardent watch you keep,
while most are asleep,
the lone sailor of the night
the seas you sail forthright
at night you to sea depart
the stars are your chart,
you ride your ship under the darkness of the eventide,
you are master of the sea's ebb and tide,
thy name be the Mariner,
you are a sailor.


In Reflection (short version)

As I sat being recited to by my sister of Rome,
I sat bored and near sleep
I'd rather be anywhere but here listening to my sister at home
I dreamed of another world I was lost in thought so deep

I thought it rather odd to see a rabbit with a waistcoat and a watch,
so followed him to a hole in a tree,
I fell for what seemed an eternity til I saw a door without a latch
I was alone there was no one but me,

It was a small door it was locked
I saw a key on a table
and several foods and drinks I went in half cocked.
my size changed when I drank and ate they were palatable

They were as good as poison I found myself too big or too small,
I cried in to the bottle and drank my tears and shrank,
I washed out a crack in the room in my bottle regretting crying when tall
seas of tears I drank

lost am I in this dreamlike land
where I am and how to leave
is what I can't understand

"I should be careful with mad people everywhere,
I wandered on my way meeting mad and even madder things
when will things become normal I am nowhere,
here I do not even know what I hear that sings,

Is it a dog is it a cat?
the hatter was mad
and that mouse that sang of a bat.
This world is not so bad,

I recall the Tweedle twins as alike as two people could be,
they recited poems I had never heard before,
they tried to keep me!
I walked away before I heard more,

why am I here?
how can I get home?
madness is my only companion ever near,
here the ground is hard neither dirt or loam,

The flowers they talk!
they think I'm a weed!
the birds they squawk
they think I want to feed!

the Cheshire Cat great madness did inspire in the queen of hearts,
hiding and appearing and mischief making,
he showed he was mad and knew nothing of grace and arts,
a tiny man with a tiny will and little control was the king

The queen is the maddest I've met yet,
she is fond of chopping peoples heads off,
everything must be done her way or she's upset.
I dare not even cough,

the queen put me on trial after a knave,
for mocking her,
I knew even with witnesses none would be useful to me to save
I grew again I saw cards flying at me the rest was a blur,

listen to and download reading of poem here

The sinking of the Titanic

It was 2 am the sea was like glass,
"iceberg ahead" cried the sailor on the crows nest,
The peaceful journey they did surpass,
The titanic slowing sank and went to its rest.

The time of trees and cheer

This is the time of trees and cheer,
The most happiest time of the year,
Children dream,
Parents beam,
People come together joyful,
Forgetting the the doleful,
It's Christmas,

The snows of Killarney

I wander the night in Kilarney,
in a daze of excitement knowing this is not blarney,
the air is electric with magical enchantment,
snow is everywhere even on the casement,
the flurry of the snow matches a flurry in my heart,
where shall I start?
there are snow flakes float in spirals in the cool slight breeze,
the snow nests on roofs and the trees,
I see some Icicles and am enchanted by their crystalline beauty,
the snowed path is cleaned by a old man with a snow spade it seems his duty,
I see a flower frozen in the snow speckled with snow glimmering in the night,
oh what a beautiful sight.

Beauty of winter

A pure perfect flake fell from the sky,
so perfect so beautiful that one such had never existed before,
it's transparent crystalline perfection was no lie,
it fell on a rosebud out of season grown with more

the flakes grew on that bud and froze it's perfect heart,
the rose froze with with a fringe of lace like ice,
perfection frozen from the sky it did depart,
a dream of perfection so precise,

A walk in the beauty

I remember many years ago winters day so fair,
I was walking my dog in the woods there was the nip of winter in the air,
either side of my path grew beautiful trees green and lush,
the haze of light in mist encompassed all the forest and brush,
my dog wandered around in complete disregard of the beauty there,
the trees cause shadows so lovely and the path glimmered white in the glare,

Edgar

dark and dreary, romantic and classic thy work oh Edgar,
you found beauty in darkness, love in places away by far,
the raven who will haunt evermore,
the maid who'll return nevermore,
thy maid who lives by the sea's shore,
will haunt me forevermore.

Why did I take a stake to a knife fight!

I once met a man from an old land,
who told me of the creatures of the night please understand,
he was a hunter by trade,
before me a bloody wooden stake he laid,


he muttered the blood is the life,
looking at it I wonder why not use a knife,
I asked what he did hunt with a stake,
he said vampires before they wake,

he used the stake I had no doubt,
I said the dead do not go out,
he knew I did not believe
so he did apologized and took his leave.
"Tell me why you dragged me to a cemetery at midnight again" I asked professor Van Helsing.
"To kill a vampire they rise when the day's gone,"  the professor said examining his stake.
"Are you serious I told you vampires aren't real" I shouted sitting on a grave I was whittling. a stick with an old pocket knife.

"From the crypt into night,
I raise myself into the moonlight," a rotting grotesque man said. climbing from a crypt.
"Look out a Vampire" I shouted dropping my stick and putting my knife away.
"I have an eternal hunger for meat,
I eat anyone I meet," the rotting man said looking at us.

"Oh damn! it's a zombie!" the professor cursed.
"hunger beyond, hunger,
I prefer the younger
But I'll make an exception with you old man!" the zombie said taking a chunk out of the old  professor who bled profusely.
"only decapitation can kill him, why did I take a stake to a knife fight!" my friend said
dropping the stake and running shouting at me  "run Harker, run for your life boy."
" the younger are easier to catch,
they are usually a good batch, "

"Professor," I said he was gone he left a bloody trail.
The zombie ran to me I pulled out my pocket knife.
the zombie stared at it looking horrified.

The zombie smiled a wry smile and burst into laughter.
"you are very funny!" it said.  I slashed it's throat it bled and
laughed it grabbed my throat lifted me bit off my right ear and said        "I'll save that one for later" I blacked out.

" where am I?" I asked waking in a box my where ear was burned with pain and felt wet with blood,
"It looks like a coffin!  I didn't die,"
I panicked.
I thought someone could save me and the zombie was gone..

"Help! help!" I cried and heard in reply the professor scream
"I bashed on the coffin trying to get out," the lid was loosely on but too heavy to move I saw sunlight.
"I'll let you out," a voice said and the lid  came off.  I saw my savior was the zombie he said, "I'm still hungry!"  I screamed.

The Stranger in the Mirror

Whose face am I wearing?
I don't know whose face I'm baring,
The man I was is gone,
has darkness won?
This is not me,
who is the man in the mirror I see?

Who Am I?

this man is me?
am I an absentee?
Who am I?
I can let him pay for my crimes, but why?
I do I bear the right to walk away?
do I stand here and let an innocent pay?
who am I ?
no that is not I!
I am Jean ValJean!
not monsieur Madeleine!


The words of a dream

my soul is encompassed in a dream I am lost to my dream,
I must follow my dream to it's end as mad it may seem,

I shall continue to dream 'til this dream ends,


the fear of failing bends,


it melts into a the cooling pool of determination,


I am guided by the unwavering light of concentration


 


The Owl

On the wings of night flies the owl,
in search of food does he prowl,
the night's dark airs in search of mouse and rat,
but beware the cat,
he sees the owl as prey,
even though the cat is up all day
the owl soars through the night's trees singing it's song,
and sleeps all day long.

Vivienne and the Reaper 2

"Vivienne you will die there are no buts about it" a  skeletal man in Benedictine  monks outfit said.
said Vivienne in reply "but- but-"  staring at his head.

The Reaper huffed "Stop saying but! you can't deny or bargain with me!"
Vivienne took a deep breath and  said "So  you came for me?"

Death said as sharply as a blade  " yes! I have! You died at midnight"
Vivienne sobbed slightly and said "Midnight? It is 5 to midnight!"

The Reaper looked as awkward as a skeleton could,
Vivienne cried triumphantly as a prisoner reprieved execution would "You're early! I live!"  The Reaper understood.

The Reaper said nervously "I will take you at midnight!"
Vivienne asked nearly as nervously as the reaper was "what killed me tonight?"

The Reaper snapped back "I did!"
Vivienne shook her head saying "not you! my cause of death can you tell me or is it forbid,"

Death laughed and said " stroke!
It started when you awoke!"

Vivienne shouted "I am not having a stroke! I am not dying"
the Reaper said "Then why are you crying?"

the Reaper said "and why are you speaking like you are having a stroke my dear?"
Vivienne noticed she was having a stroke she recognize the symptoms she was struck by fear!

her death was coming and coming soon,
five minutes had passed she died alone with Death in the light of the moon.

As you mortals live,
you exist in your little mortal world 'til death I give,
you dwell in life on days bittersweet,
knowing that one day we'll meet!
you dwell on the little things which will one day be forgotten,
while I wait for you my begotten,
you fear me and and yet you fear lying alone in oblivion,
yes I'm talking to you hear me Vivienne,
don't turn away from me it is the truth,
do I need give you proof?

Lost in death cold grasp,
I am within his clasp,
I see his scythe,
his bony hands I know I will lose my life,
he leads 3 dogs of death,
I feel I'm breathing my last breath,
the terror consumes my entire soul,
I'm sure it's his goal,
He takes me to another world,
to dwell in the land of the dead, in the nether-world.

Lost is the soul in death cold grasp,
I am beyond life's last gasp,

I know not where I'm going with this harbinger of death,
my soul is being led to a world which I see as a fiery breath,

deeper and deeper we go into hell, the under world,
I see it as fading old world with fading ghosts, souls unfurled,

the soul asked of death "Why is the world here disappearing,"
Death replied " Vivienne, this world is a memory and like all memories it fades as time passes. The center of this region we are nearing."

The region was brown and fading the inhabitants were at various stage of fading to oblivion,
the reaper said "We are here I shall leave you now, Vivienne"

I fear now I am truly lost and alone in hell
forever here shall I fade, be forgotten and dwell.

Down and down we go ever eternally down,
til when we end in a land of fading hues of brown,
I look around to see we weren't alone,
where I was exiled was a murky shadow of a town,


It was populated with people who fade with time like the land to nothing,
ghosts of those dead and gone, fading memories of the living,
reaching second death in oblivion,
I see someone I know she was partly faded her name was Vivienne,
she said "all disappear who have died the soul is but a fading memory of life,
The reaper is ruler of this land of strife,
like ghosts in the living world destined to fade and die again,
like a pen the ink just runs out fades, so it goes with the living and dead of men."

We dream not of the light,
we are imprisoned in night,
why do they cry,
because it's a lie.

In death's cold realm,
a land where death is at the helm,
we are but a fading memory,
like sand soon to disappear on board of emery only temporary.
"I envy you living forever eternal life. It must be good to live
and not die and be forgot." Vivienne said to the reaper.
"Some may say they want eternal life, it is not what they think it's like. All things change and fade like memory all things are temporary eons pass like minutes, centuries like seconds, don't ask me of days, Vivienne, to me they are nothing," the Reaper confided to his friend a fading ghost called  Vivienne who looked sorry for him. "I believe you, even I'll fade to oblivion as all do." She said. "They say time is relative it truly is for one trapped in eternal death, mortals are born to die, but I died to live forever. I lose," The reaper said, "everything and everyone, in time, friends, enemies things I like and love."
Vivienne laughed trying to cheer him up "at least you lose enemies, no one needs enemies."
"Enemies and conflict make you grow they are adversity, with out adversity nothing changes," the Reaper said sadly, "they also make you stronger."
"Oh never thought of enemies like that they just were pests to me, made life harder!" Vivienne  said.
"They test you make you work harder to over come them." the Reaper said sadly, "I miss my enemies, but more will come, " the Reaper sighed sadly, "and they'll go! They may call this  place  Hell, but the true Hell is eternal life, or in my case eternal death."

A quiet snow lined roadway( full)

A quiet snow lined roadway I recall a day I wandered down,
the peace, the beauty, and the chill of the air stole my breath,
the snow crunches under my feet, my breath is a cloud,
I child plays in their front yard in the snow with the joy of youth
making a snowman,
a dog takes his owner for a walk
icicles form in the bare snow laden trees.
the snow started to fall again like fairy dust floating in the cool air,
a man digs the snow from his path looking warm in his long scarf and gloves and thick overcoat,
a car zooms by the driver no doubt missing the magic in shelter of their toasty car,
a cat chases a robin through the snow,
I pass a pure white winter rose that has been frozen in the snow it was beauty in it's death,
I see a frozen pond with ice skaters gracefully figure skating,
I enter a park dressed with snow and see a family of ducks trying to swim on a frozen lake they can't they just look cute and funny,
fox yaps away in a snowy bush near by,
crisp chill of the air is very livening,
a pigeon flutters close by me,
I wake up in a blazing hot day in Summer in another land,

The Fickleness of Time

Time is a fickle thing for some it goes by to fast for others to slow,
it all is the same length of time to go,
a day can speed by,
a day can drag it feet and longer be time can lie,

A quiet snow lined roadway

A quiet snow lined roadway I recall a day I wandered down,
the peace, the beauty, and the chill of the air stole my breath,
the snow crunches under my feet, my breath is a cloud,
I child plays in their front yard in the snow with the joy of youth
making a snowman,
a dog takes his owner for a walk
icicles form in the bare snow laden trees.
the snow started to fall again like fairy dust floating in the cool air,
a car zooms by the driver no doubt missing the magic in shelter of their toasty car,
a cat chases a robin through the snow,
I pass a pure white winter rose that has been frozen in the snow it was beauty in it's death,
I see a frozen pond with ice skaters gracefully figure skating,
a pigeon flutters close by me,
I wake up in a blazing hot day in Summer in another land,

Terror in the dark woods

I wander through a forest dark,
though I'd rather a park,
I hear eerie noises abound,
some hooting owls flying around,
the shadow create dark ghosts on the ground and trees,
can I leave please,
the light shines eerily on the brush,
I hear a wolf howl,
I imagine all the in habitats of the forest want to kill me,
I see a fox I climb a tree!

Nodding field of Crocuses

I stand in a field of autumn crocus,
bobbing in the strong autumn winds,
I see a few grasshoppers or were they locusts,
whatever it was is eye of the viewer minds,
the flowers were short and cute,
and orange as the leaves of the old oak nearby,
they carpet of blossom look bute,
to use Australian vincula bye-bye.


In Vain

"Make sure her death was not in vain," a father told his child,
his mother died to save him from a home invader with a gun,
she leap infront of the bullet which was meant for her son she was wild,
The invaidor dropped the gun and appolgised but the dammage could not be undone,
The father grabbed the gun and held the murderer under arrest til the police came.
the son he later got a gun and went after the killer to atone,
when he found the killer of his mother his heart was aflame
the son shot him down like a rabid dog,
the son died in prison for the killer's death in vain.


Super Girl

They don't notice me they think I'm just a mild-mannered human reporter,
in reality, I am a Super human, I am from the planet Krypton,
my world was destroyed by my planet's sun.
I was sent here by my parents to live with the humans as a human like my cousin Kal-el  known as Superman we watch humans live their lives try to be them but we aren't them it's a blessing and a curse we can act like them but not be them. I don't know what Kal thinks but I find it frustrating the humans put us on pedestals think we are perfect and infallible beings, yet we're as human as they are we just have powers we fear, love, make mistakes and are just the same as them but we have to be somehow better than them because we aren't normal, we have to be superheroes.

Man and the Universe

I come from a small planet,
it is infinitely insignificant by far,
the universe is monstrous, very, monstrous, how big it is immeasurable you'd go mad or die if you to try to count how many light-years across it is,
It seemed to the ancient that it must have had a creator like most other things in the universe I mean a parent so to fill in the void they created gods and religions to follow their gods and rule their that's the way it is.
Homo sapiens's place in it all is that of our race the last race of many species of men self-proclaimed rulers of a small semi insignificant planet. Significant only to the inhabitants, we grew from fish to amphibians to reptiles and mammal-like reptiles like Dimetrodon to Lemer like creatures and turned into many species of man all but we died out. we are last of a still-evolving race which will become other things until our eventual extinction.

Do you dig this?

"Hello welcome to the dig my name is... I'll be your guide here,
here is the tyrannosaur dig. don't worry they don't bite!"
No one laughed at the joke. the sound of a girl slurping her drink through a straw disturbed the peace,
"Oky then," the tour guide said, "These guys were big"
tour guide got a laugh but he was being serious.
"to eat the megafauna of their day"
"why did the have such small arm If they hunt?" a bratty kid asked.
the guide looked pissed off.
"They hunted with their heads not their hands" he'd heard it all before he didn't want to be there he wanted the tour gone. so he could have lunch and dig up the head of the t-rex
."there's the bus I won't keep you goodbye folks," he said as the bus arrived.
The leader of the tour thanked him and took her charges and left the tour guide got his lunch sat on the head of the t-rex in the rock and enjoyed his meal.


Murder at the Masquerade

by The Poe Ette on October 10.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Astra queen of vampires went to a masquerade,
opportunist, she was with her husband Max, the king,
they danced all night, then they got people alone and they
took a little drink


Death's child

by The Poe Ette on October 10.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

The mother she died in childbirth,
the father, Death,
the child lived,
the parents were proud of their child,
the child of life and death.


A nightmare by the sea

by The Poe Ette on October 9.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

We wade through the crystalline waters of the sea,
Bloody water washed my bitten off stump where my leg was,
near by a fish's scales shine silver as it is pulled out the water by a fisherman, it sparkles against the clear sky,
I have just been attacked by a shark and lost my leg,
more sharks are coming in for a feed,
the sun is warming, the breeze is cooling,
my leg burns and stings where I lost it salt on a cut hurts like hell,
the water is warm the waves roll by and crash on the
clean white sand.

Author notes

used these poems Where the sea meets the sky and feeding frenzy



the wheat field

by The Poe Ette on October 8.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

i stand amid a wheat field gold,
the wind blows the wheat which does bend and fold,
so sweetly waving
through the wheat wind, the does sing,

I am a superman

by The Poe Ette on October 8.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I can fly I only need a paper..... plane ticket

Author notes

lame joke

I'm not normal?

by The Poe Ette on October 8.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

"Someone just called me NORMAL...I have never been so insulted in my entire life" I am not NORMAL!
I can fly, really! (in a plane,)
I can run faster than a car, (on a speeding train,)
I can walk through walls (if there is a door,)

Author notes

went for humor in style

Where The Sky Meets The Sea

by The Poe Ette on October 8.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

We wade through the crystalline waters of the sea
the air is full of the scent of the sea,
nearby a fish's scales shine silver as it is pulled out the water
by fisherman, it sparkles against the clear sky,
the sun is warming,  the breeze is cooling,
the water is warm the waves roll by and crash on the
clean white sand.

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Feeding frenzy

by The Poe Ette on October 8.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Bloody water washed my bitten off stump where my leg was,
I have just been attacked by a shark and lost my leg,
more sharks are coming in for a feed,
my leg burns and stings where I lost it salt on a cut hurts like hell,
and I have sea of it washing the blood like chum to a shark calling every hungry one around to me,
I lost my boat I try in vain to swim to the shore emitting more blood to call the vultures of the sea to my wounded body.
I know I won't make it but I try. I feel a searing pain and see more blood another shark has taken a bite I lost my hand.
Oh the pain! I try swim, well float and kick with my one leg and paddling with what I have left. the blood starts a feed frenzy and I feel searing pains all over until after on chomp on my head I feel no more.

Idea for a poem for me or anyone

by The Poe Ette on October 8.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

crystalline waters
air full of the scent of the sea
fish's scales shine silver as it is pulled out the water
clear skies
warming sun
cool breeze
warm water
fishing
waves roll by
pure white sands

Author notes

just an Idea for me or anyone to write a poem of the seaside

The Prisoner

by The Poe Ette on October 8.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I feel like I'm In a cage,
with vultures around it,
I feel a rage,
they are biding time I feel In my stomach's pitt,
they want to consume me,
they will over me fight,
I in my mind the whole thing see,
but I'll fight with all my might.

The Poe Ette

by The Poe Ette on October 7.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I'm a poet,
I'm a poe Ette,
Raven is my blood,
Words do flood,
Poe is the greatest
King is the darkest,
I'm somewhere between,
In style I mean,

Author notes

King being stephen king,

Poe Ette

by The Poe Ette on October 7.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Poetry dark as night,
Open mind and insight,
English poetry is fun,

Each word a pun,
Technically not all a joke
Takes time to realize what I spoke
End sentences are most important.


I feel like superman

by Stephan King on October 10.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I can fly, really! (in a plane,)
I can run faster than a car, (on a speeding train,)
I can walk through walls (if there is a door,)

Author notes

semi rewrite for my other account the Poe ette I changed the name to fit

virtual arts

by Stephan King on October 9.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I am a virtual Artist,
I work my trade in virtual worlds,
I make things on second life
I sometimes live there in a virtual life.




Majesty of the Night

by Vivienne poet on October 6.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

A lone wolf howls to its friends,
as the day ends,
atop a mountain's roof,
it howls amid a forest with air aloof,
the howl echoes through the night between pine and spruce,
it howl's majesty does seduce,
the ears of all that listens,
under the moon, he glistens
his silhouette on the moon add to his majestic,
he has an air non-domestic,
wild as the wind,
the howl is twined,
by his mate,
the cool majesty of night rolls on
in a silver mist the moon shone.

Author notes

written for https://allpoetry.com/contest/2691782----Majestic-Wolves-----100-words-or-less-

The ghost stalks

by Vivienne poet on October 5.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I am not alone,
I feel it in my every bone,
this place is haunted,
My follower lonely or not is unwanted,

I've felt him there for a while,
all I have to do is walk and smile,
pretend I don't sense him,
he no doubt followed me on a whim,

I can't let him know he's caught,
I must get out of this place with the time I've bought,
God protect me from Fred,
he's the only one to haunt here It's said,

There's the door I'll go a little faster,
I walk faster from disaster,
I'm out I'll not lock up I'll not come back,
"oh they left," said Fred the ghost who was sad his company left and was a bit taken aback.

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Inspired by a ghost tale of Federici or Fred aka Frederick Baker, the friendly actor's ghost of the Princess theatre Melbourne, Australia the tale is a cleaner felt the ghost following them left the theatre unlocked and never came back.read more of fred here
https://allpoetry.com/poem/13527309-The-Real-Phantom-of-the-Opera-by-Sir-Percy-B.  see video of his legend here

a reading

Beauty in darkness

by Vivienne poet on September 24.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

"I plucked a beautiful red rose,
I died in awe of its beauty to suppose.
The existence of such a divine thing
was more than I could believe, I wish I had a nose to smell the thing"
mused the Grim Reaper after finding a perfect rose,
he couldn't smell it he had no nose.



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see inspiration here https://ap-pics2.gotpoem.com/ap-pics/contest/2691/261.jpg?darkness_and_Be writtn for this contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2691261-Darkness-Or-Light-What-Do-You-See

C.A.A or Chocolate Addicts Anon.

by Vivienne poet on September 23.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Hello, my name is... I'm addicted to chocolate
my favorite chocolate flavor is white chocolate
I started eating it when I was young,
I like the smooth way it tastes on my tongue,
I cannot give it up ad-hoc,
I try but in my hand, I always am finding another block.

Author notes

base on my old poem Coffee addicts anonomous. a rewrite of it https://allpoetry.com/poem/12427512-Coffee-Addicts-Anonymous-by-Vivienne-poet

Miss Kitty

by Vivienne poet on September 23.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I met a cat called Miss Meow Meow,
a positive gem, how?
she snuck into my garden,
she caught a mouse then caught ten,
she ran back to her house,
I believe with a mouse,

Author notes

written for this contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2690975-Picture-Prompt--10.-My-cat.

Wake In Fright

by Vivienne poet on September 22.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Tell me why you dragged me to a cemetery at midnight again"
"To kill a vampire they rise when the day's gone,"
"you serious I told you vampires aren't real"

"From the crypt into night,
I raise myself into the moonlight,"
"Look out a Vampire"
"I have an eternal hunger for meat,
I eat anyone I meet,"

"oh damn! it's a zombie!"
"hunger beyond, hunger,
I prefer the younger
But-" the zombie said.

"why did I take a stake to a knife fight!" my friend said
dropping the stake and running.
"they are easier to catch,
they are usually a good batch, "
"Professor" I said he was gone.
"I'll save that one for later" the zombie said.
" where am I?" asked waking in a box,
"It looks like a coffin, but I didn't die,"
I paniced.
I thought someone could save me.
"Help! help!" I cried and heard in reply a scream.
or was it a dream,
"I bashed on the coffin trying to get out,"

Author notes

3 poemshttps://allpoetry.com/poem/13499945-Ashes-to-Ashes--Dust-to-Dust---happens-after-its-precursor-The-Bl-by-Vivienne-poet  https://allpoetry.com/poem/13508721-Into-the-darkness--Into-the-light---a-zombie-Poem---by-Vivienne-poet  https://allpoetry.com/poem/13510148-Im-alive-in-here--Help--by-Vivienne-poet

basically ashes to ashes, dust to dust + into darkness, into light +I'm alive in here! Help

The Dying of the Light

by Vivienne poet on September 22.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

"Tell me why you dragged me to a cemetery at midnight again" I asked professor Van Helsing.
"To kill a vampire they rise when the day's gone,"  the professor said examining his stake.
"Are you serious I told you vampires aren't real" I shouted sitting on a grave I was wittling. a stick with an old pocket knife.

"From the crypt into night,
I raise myself into the moonlight," a rotting grotesque man said. climbing from a crypt.
"Look out a Vampire" I shouted dropping my stick and putting my knife away.
"I have an eternal hunger for meat,
I eat anyone I meet," the rotting man said looking at us.

"Oh damn! it's a zombie!" the professor cursed.
"hunger beyond, hunger,
I prefer the younger
But I'll make an exception with you old man!" the zombie said taking a chunk out of the old  professor who bled profusely.
"only decapitation can kill him, why did I take a stake to a knife fight!" my friend said
dropping the stake and running shouting at me  "run Harker, run for your life boy."
" the younger are easier to catch,
they are usually a good batch, "

"Professor," I said he was gone he left a bloody trail.
The zombie ran to me I pulled out my pocket knife.
the zombie stared at it looking horrified.

The zombie smiled a wry smile and burst into laughter.
"you are very funny!" it said.  I slashed it's throat it bled and
laughed it grabbed my throat lifted me bit off my right ear and said        "I'll save that one for later" I blacked out.

" where am I?" I asked waking in a box my where ear was burned with pain and felt wet with blood,
"It looks like a coffin!  I didn't die,"
I panicked.
I thought someone could save me and the zombie was gone..

"Help! help!" I cried and heard in reply the professor scream
"I bashed on the coffin trying to get out," the lid was loosely on but too heavy to move I saw sunlight.
"I'll let you out," a voice said and the lid  came off.  I saw my savior was the zombie he said, "I'm still hungry!"  I screamed.



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3 poemshttps://allpoetry.com/poem/13499945-Ashes-to-Ashes--Dust-to-Dust---happens-after-its-precursor-The-Bl-by-Vivienne-poet  https://allpoetry.com/poem/13508721-Into-the-darkness--Into-the-light---a-zombie-Poem---by-Vivienne-poet  https://allpoetry.com/poem/13510148-Im-alive-in-here--Help--by-Vivienne-poet

basically ashes to ashes, dust to dust + into darkness, into light +I'm alive in here! Help

The Night's Majestic Shores

by Sir Percy B. on October 7.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

the eventide has come,
the day has by night been overcome,
by the night's majestic shores,
darkness now the world explores,
under "the night's Plutonian shores"
the war of night and day rages on in darkness it draws.
perfect peace has come in cool the night's air,
the moon sails by to who knows where,
It's silver glow saturnine and alluring,
the stars wash by in the sea of the night it is assuring,
the silver peace before the chorus predawn,
the flows the night softly to the dawn.



 

Author notes

the night's plutonian shore " quote from the raven by edgar allen poe

The Real Phantom of the Opera

by Sir Percy B. on October 2.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

It all began as a regular show on a big stage in Melbourne, Australia, sometime in the later part of the 1900's. The show went well and down into hell went Faust and the devil aka Federici the actor. and all the cast took their bows including Federici. It was odd because one of the actors had died of a heart attack as he left the stage. but no one on the stage knew at the time of the bows. Fredrick Baker had made his bows after his death. He was better known as Federici.
They say he took his bows that night. and appeared for many years to over a century later mostly in the dress circle of the theater and once mistaken for an actor who played a Phantom of the Opera in the musical later there.

Author notes

A retelling of the true story of the legend of Federici the ghost of the Princess Theater in Melbourne he had a heart attack as he went to hell oddly. and came back to make his bows and haunted the place ever since.

Loki

by Sir Percy B. on September 28.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

One day Loki had a mischievous idea,
Thor's wife Lady Sif paid dear,
She had a lovely head of golden locks,
Loki schemed with the late houred clocks,
I rose late one night
to the lady's fright
she awoke to find Loki had cut her locks clean off,
in amusement at his deed he did scoff

Author notes

Written for https://allpoetry.com/contest/2691420-Human-Personality-Traits---MISCHIEVOUS-

Man and the Universe

by Sir Percy B. on September 26.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I come from a small star,
it is infinitely insignificant by far,

the universe is monstrous, very, monstrous, how big it is immeasurable you'd go mad or die trying to count how many light-years across it is,

It seemed to the ancient that it must have had a creator like most other things in the universe I mean a parent so to fill the void they created gods and religions to follow their gods and rule their that's the way 'tis,

Homo sapiens's place in it all is that of our race the last race of many species of men self-proclaimed rulers of small semi insignificant planet. Significant only to the inhabitants, we grew from fish to amphibians to reptiles and mammal-like reptiles like Dimetrodon to Lemer like creatures and turned into many species of man all but we died out. we are last of a still-evolving race which will become other things until our eventual extinction.

Dogs are fun (full)

by Sir Percy B. on September 26.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Dogs are fun,
Outside they love to run,
Gods they are,
See them in a car.

Dogs are fun

by Sir Percy B. on September 26.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Dogs are fun,
Outside they love to run,
Gods they are
Super,

Leonardo da fishi

by Sir Percy B. on September 26.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I have a work by a famous artist,
I think he's a con artist,
he denied he made it,
I know his work it's one of his I want him to admit,
I have DNA proof It wasn't him,
It looks like one by him,
I was sold it as by Leonardo,
he told his lawyer he part did do it I know,
and two out of 3 experts said It is his work.
The artist's daughter said she feared if her father saw it he would destroy it and go berserk,
I know it's a great work,
I'll sell it and give up my job as a clerk,


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Based on an English documentary about a painting by Lucien something or other who destroyed any pice he did he didn't like.

A teddy is worth 1 million hugs

by Sir Percy B. on September 25.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Two teddies were bought for a son and his firstborn,
the same they were in their dawn,
Time and love ravaged the son's bear was by now,
in time and love the other will look the same but how.

Author notes

see the bear here https://ap-pics2.gotpoem.com/ap-pics/contest/2691/270.jpg?compare-old-ted written for this contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2691270-Time-and-Teddy-Bears-and-Life-In-General

Tuff dog

by Sir Percy B. on September 25.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I ride a bike,
I like to hike,
I am tuff,
I wear sunnies and a leather coat and stuff,
I eat bunnies,
I look good in sunnies,
I shouted and people listen,
see how my glasses glisten,
do you like my coat,
I like a water where I can float,
I like to swim at the beach,
scratch me I have an Itch I can't reach,
Omg, Omg, Omg, It's a tree,
Ignore me I got to pee on the tree.

Author notes

Poem about a pug dog in a leather jacket and sun glasses

Ghostwriters In The Sky

by Sir Percy B. on September 25.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I was wandering through a desert hot,
In the sky, I saw people writing  a lot,
one called my name and said be careful or you may share our fate,
"what fate what are you doing?" I asked
"we are ghostwriters to write in the sky we are tasked,"
"what!" I cried,
"how do I write my way out of that!" the ghostwriter said I don't think he lied
I was sure I was hallucinating.
"who you ghostwriting for?"
"God we ghostwrite for"
"god?" I said, my god I thought I was stark raving mad.
I had to get out of the desert or die so no time for them I had,
"go away! let me go mad on my own,'
I didn't believe what I was shown.

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inspired by ghost riders in the sky

Looking for a falling star

by Sir Percy B. on September 25.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I remember we were counting the stars,
looking for Mars,
looking for a falling star,
to call our own way up afar,
under the light of a thousand stars, we lay on our backs,
their eyes watched us as we relax,
It was so long ago.
That night I in my heart well I know,

Author notes

https://allpoetry.com/contest/2691264-under-the-light-of-a-thousand-stars

A Wave of Blue (full)

by Sir Percy B. on September 25.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

A wave of blue flutters through the bluest skies,
a swarm of beautiful butterflies,
they see a jacaranda covered in flowers blue,
down they flew,
covering the flowers and tree with a waving blue sea,
they were pleasant to see

Author notes

poem about butterflies.

A wave of blue

by Sir Percy B. on September 25.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

A wave of blue flutters through blue skies,

a swarm of butterflies,

Author notes

https://allpoetry.com/contest/2691272-Write-about-Butterfly-in-12-words-or-less.

The Wiked Witch of Mulberry Grove

by Sir Percy B. on September 24.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Look out she's the wicked witch of Mulberry Grove!" the children cried,
Esmerelda was a witch but in fact a white witch they lied,
The children of the town drove her mad,
til a cruel revenge idea she had,
" trick or treat," each child said at each door in town.
soon after the children start to get sick up-town and downtown,
The good people of Mulberry Grove were scared for all most all the children were sick or dead,
there was poisoner in the midst to their dread,
The killer was not found so could kill again,
they worried only for men,
"get lost you damn dog do your business on some else's block Esmerelda shouted every day at dog who used her porch as a toilet block,
til one day the dog was found poisoned in a park,
it was dead and no one but Esmeralda hated it,
they put the case of the dead dog and children together and it fit,
as the police bashed in the door of Esmerelda's house they heard her say,
"I am caught the won't have me long I will die my way"
the bashed in the door to see her taking, a bite out of an apple,
she died days later of poisoning it was the apple.
The people realized the parents told the children to eat the apples thinking it was more healthy than candy and the apples were from her,
she was the poisoner.

Author notes

written for https://allpoetry.com/contest/2691216-Witchy-Woman

What melts my heart

by Sir Percy B. on September 23.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

The sound of the spoken word,
melt's my heart more than kittens in a hoard,

a poem of my cat mittens,
crosses self be gone Kittens

a wave washes the shore.
those words have me wanting more,


a rose petal fall of the blossom of blood and floats softly to the ground,
roses are so romantic and of great renowned.


a clever phrase is never unwanted,
a pretty stanza is always wanted,

Author notes

https://allpoetry.com/contest/2691177-What-makes-your-heart-melt---

My Friends the Magpies

by Sir Percy B. on September 23.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I love my friends the magpies,
when they chortle and when one flies,

their song is like music glorious,
they don't swoop me as they are notorious,

I Iook without looking and they are everywhere,
I hear they were nowhere,

Magpies are sweet,
the kind of bird I'd like to meet.

I love all birds,
my friends the magpie live in herds

magpies have a sweet song,
with magpies you cannot go wrong.

Author notes

the magpies are Australian magpies written for https://allpoetry.com/contest/2690968-Your-favorite-bird

An empty page and a little luck

by Sir Percy B. on September 23.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I am staring a blank page hoping for good words to pour out,
everthing is in order so I use all my verble clout,

and hope for more words to appear on the page,
going well I feel more confident and act like a sage,

I lose myself in the words and out pops a line unexpected,
a good phrase so good so clever I could hardly expect.

Author notes

What was that?  how I actually write.

To be good at something you don't have to be the best

by Sir Percy B. on September 23.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

To be good at something you don't have to be the best,
all you need is practice, talent and rest,
I am fairly good with words I may not be Poe or Steven King,
I know I'm good but about it I rarely sing,
I do what comes right,
I just sit and write,

Author notes

Why Poe and Steven King I am the princess of darkness somewhat  I am like a Steven King of poets I can write very dark stuff. doubt me  then check out my alt Vivienne Poet

Marguerite

by Sir Percy B. on September 23.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Eyes like pools of still water,
hands like a god's daughter,
smile like an angel bright,
hair like darkest night,
beauty that cannot be ignored,
skin like snowy fjord,

Author notes

how does it sound?   the poem is written from the point of view of Sir Percy Blakney Scarlet Pimpernel Margurite is his wife

The Blood Is The Life & Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust Full

by Vivienne poet on September 18.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I once met a man from an old land,
who told me of the creatures of the night please understand,
he was a hunter by trade,
before me a bloody wooden stake he laid,


he muttered the blood is the life,
looking at it I wonder why not use a knife,
I asked what he did hunt with a stake,
he said vampires before they wake,

he used the stake I had no doubt,
I said the dead do not go out,
he knew I did not believe
so he did apologized and took his leave.

"Tell me why you dragged me to a cemetery at midnight again"
"To kill a vampire they rise when the day's gone,"
"You serious I told you vampires aren't real"
My companion acted if it was no big deal.
"You wanted proof!"
He was very aloof.
"Silence and wait,"
Something odd happened I can state,
Out of a crypt walked a man,
"Stay back I'll do what I can!"
I didn't know what of that to make.
My companion the professor raised his arm stabbed the man in the heart with his old wooden stake.
He proclaimed "Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust,
that will cure you of your blood lust."

A mad man ran out of the crypt crying "Master, no!"
"You are free, Renfield!"
Renfield looked insanely at at me he ran at me the professor pulled his stake out of the vampire and threw it into Renfield's heart.
"Thank you I believe!" my companion laughed.
"What?" asked.
"a spider!"
"on your scarf!"
I screamed and ripped off the offending scarf.
"He wasn't after you he eat spiders!"
" he was mad"
"Yes Mr Harker he escaped an asylum with the help of the vampire his master, the Count Dracula."

Author notes

Dracula inspired poems end in free verse


Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust - happens after it's precusor The Blood is the Life by me

by Vivienne poet on September 15.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Tell me why you dragged me to a cemetery at midnight again"
"To kill a vampire they rise when the day's gone,"
"You serious I told you vampires aren't real"
My companion acted if it was no big deal.
"You wanted proof!"
He was very aloof.
"Silence and wait,"
Something odd happened I can state,
Out of a crypt walked a man,
"Stay back I'll do what I can!"
I didn't know what of that to make.
My companion the professor raised his arm stabbed the man in the heart with his old wooden stake.
He proclaimed "Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust,
that will cure you of your blood lust."

Author notes

Inspired by the comment in contest mentioning ashes and my poem it precursor  the blood is the life https://allpoetry.com/poem/12424688-The-blood-is-the-life-by-Vivienne-poet

A Hazy Shade of Winter

by Vivienne poet on September 15.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

There is a nip in the air,
A slight mist everywhere,
The snow is a blanket thick,
Near by a robin is feeding it's chick,
Singing like silver chime,
Everyone is watching the time,
I care not I have all the day,
No matter what people say.

Dogs

by Vivienne poet on September 15.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Dalmatian are dog of spots,
Old English Sheep dog doesn't let the wolves at their charges have shots,
Great Dane are called horses in size,
Spaniel is a pet that many do prize.

Author notes

Dogs

Silent screams

by Vivienne poet on September 15.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Nature is becoming urban,
Animal are living where they can,
Trees are being slashed and burned,
Urbanity is becoming the norm no one is concerned,
Refugees of the old world are collateral damage,
Enter the new world where nature they pillage.

Author notes

The Nature's silent screams go unheard in the urban expansion.

Insomniac's Refrain

by Vivienne poet on September 15.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I am not sleepy,
I had too much coffee,
I'm too full of beans,
I'll be tired tomorrow that's what it means.

The nature of things

by Vivienne poet on September 15.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

An ant walks across a log,
a frog eats it and off the log jumps the frog,
it leapt in the water a fish swims by,
a duck eats the fish and flies off a bear does it overfly,
the bear tries to get honey from a bee hive missing hitting a bee,
the bee flies to a flower passing a flea,
the flea is looking for a new host he finds a bird,
the bird flies past a thicket hiding a deer herd,
a deer bolts and passes a fox who steps on a leaf,
the wind blows the leaf into the eyes of a doe causing it grief,
the doe leaps past a cricket who chirps in protest,
it's heard by a rat who the forest it does infest,
it shuffles in the leaf litter,
a vixen leaps on the rat who seems to taste bitter,
she leaves it to a bear who challenges her,
the bear scratches his fur,
a flea barely survive the attack,
it leaps off the bear onto the vixen on back,
she runs to her den without food,
where she left her babies they were in a playful mood,
one of the babies practices hunting on a snail,
the snail tries to escape it can do nothing but fail,

The Dark and the Light

by Vivienne poet on September 15.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I wander alone in a forest by night,
I wonder over sight,
the smells, the sounds,
I hear an owl hoot I see the trees in the surrounds,
a silvery glow enchants my soul,
I look at the moon through the trees the night's console,
I arrive at a pool of silvery light a lake,
glowing like a pool of liquid light it's magical beauty makes my heart ache,
the trees form shadows in the glow of night,
the night is so enchanting with the dark and light

Life is but an empty dream

by Vivienne poet on September 15.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Life is but empty dreams,
nothing is what it seems,
sleep is but a taste of death,
dreams are just a waste of life's breath,

Author notes

poem about dreams on the negative side




I'll put off writing this poem til later

by Vivienne poet on September 14.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I don't feel like writing it,
I think I'm not ready to write a hit,
I'll just sit here and wait til later,
hum! Hum! Hum!
I wonder what it will be like when I go out with mum,
I think I'll read a Poem,
"once upon a midnight dr-" I want to go home,
I'm bored,
I might write the poem before the meeting of the board,

Author notes

A poem on procrastinating on writing a poem sample poem is Poe's Raven,



Her beautiful self

by Vivienne poet on September 13.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

She was beauty incarnate
Her eyes like fire,
Her nose so cute,
Like rose bud her beauty,
Her tail majestic,
Her whiskers so sweet,
Her beauty mark so pretty,
That was my little Mitty.

Author notes

Mitty was my cat mittens



Chaos and Time

by Vivienne poet on September 13.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Once I sat contemplating life,
it all seemed so full of strife,
never to end,
in my mind time I mend,
but nothing would change,
no-matter how I tried to rearrange,
the fragments of time,
it stayed in it's line.



Flying's For The Birds

by Vivienne poet on September 11.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I am afraid of flying,
I am not lying,
I can not fly,
I don't know why,
I don't want to go high,
but I'm a bird I cannot deny.

Author notes

A poem about a bird afraid of flying



Written in the Stars

by Vivienne poet on September 8.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

It was written in the stars,
man shall one day traverse as commonly as cars,
space they say is one of the final frontiers,
what what will be next for the pioneers,

Author notes

Set in distant future


Virtual life

by Vivienne poet on September 5.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I am virtual artist,
I may not be the smartest,
I use second life,
But imvu i call first life,
It started me on my way,
I used to be on them all my day,

Author notes

this an IMVU avatar reading the poem



Vivienne and the Reaper: a song

by Vivienne poet on September 3.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Vivienne : Death hath come for me to take my life
Reaper: I hope you won't give me strife,

(chorus) duet: death comes for all
(same time as reaper) Vivienne: my
reaper: your,
Duet : Time hath come as death's kingdom come

Vivienne :I know not where we go,
Reaper: then you never will know

(chorus) duet: death comes for all
(same time as reaper) Vivienne: my
reaper: your,
Duet : Time hath come as death's kingdom come

Author notes

attempt of translating a poem to a song like the poem better https://allpoetry.com/poem/13476207-Vivienne-and-the-Reaper-a-Ballad-by-Loki-Laufeysen


Eternal Life, eternal Death (takes place after Vivienne and the Reaper a ballad)

by Vivienne poet on September 1.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

"Some may say they want eternal life, it is not what they think it's like. All thing change and fade like memory all things are temporary eons pass like minutes, centuries like seconds, don't ask me of days, Vivienne, to me they are nothing," the Reaper confided to his friend a fading ghost called  Vivienne who looked sorry for him. "I believe you, even I'll fade to oblivion as all do." She said. "They say time is relative it truly is for one trapped in eternal death, mortals are born to die, but I died to live forever. I lose," The reaper said, "everything and everyone, in time, friends, enemies things I like and love."
Vivienne laughed trying to cheer him up "at least you lose enemies, no one needs enemies."
"Enemies and conflict make you grow they are adversity, with out adversity nothing changes," the Reaper said sadly, "they also make you stronger."
"Oh never thought of enemies like that they just were pests to me, made life harder!" Vivienne  said.
"They test you make you work harder to over come them." the Reaper said sadly,  "I miss my enemies, but more will come, " the Reaper sighed sadly, "and they'll go! They may call this  place  Hell, but the true Hell is eternal life, or in my case eternal death."

Author notes

In free verse.


Vivienne and the Reaper: a Ballad

by Vivienne poet on August 31.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

"Vivienne you will die there are no buts about it" a  skeletal man in Benedictine  monks outfit said.
said Vivienne in reply "but- but-"  staring at his head.

The Reaper huffed "Stop saying but! you can't deny or bargain with me!"
Vivienne took a deep breath and  said "So  you came for me?"

Death said as sharply as a blade  " yes! I have! You died at midnight"
Vivienne sobbed slightly and said "Midnight? It is 5 to midnight!"

The Reaper looked as awkward as a skeleton could,
Vivienne cried triumphantly as a prisoner reprieved execution would "You're early! I live!"  The Reaper understood.

The Reaper said nervously "I will take you at midnight!"
Vivienne asked nearly as nervously as the reaper was "what killed me tonight?"

The Reaper snapped back "I did!"
Vivienne shook her head saying "not you! my cause of death can you tell me or is it forbid,"

Death laughed and said " stroke!
It started when you awoke!"

Vivienne shouted "I am not having a stroke! I am not dying"
the Reaper said "Then why are you crying?"

the Reaper said "and why are you speaking like you are having a stroke my dear?"
Vivienne noticed she was having a stroke she recognize the symptoms she was struck by fear!

her death was coming and coming soon,
five minutes had passed she died alone with Death in the light of the moon.

As you mortals live,
you exist in your little mortal world 'til death I give,
you dwell in life on days bittersweet,
knowing that one day we'll meet!
you dwell on the little things which will one day be forgotten,
while I wait for you my begotten,
you fear me and and yet you fear lying alone in oblivion,
yes I'm talking to you hear me Vivienne,
don't turn away from me it is the truth,
do I need give you proof?

Lost in death cold grasp,
I am within his clasp,
I see his scythe,
his bony hands I know I will lose my life,
he leads 3 dogs of death,
I feel I'm breathing my last breath,
the terror consumes my entire soul,
I'm sure it's his goal,
He takes me to another world,
to dwell in the land of the dead, in the nether-world.

Lost is the soul in death cold grasp,
I am beyond life's last gasp,

I know not where I'm going with this harbinger of death,
my soul is being led to a world which I see as a fiery breath,

deeper and deeper we go into hell, the under world,
I see it as fading old world with fading ghosts, souls unfurled,

the soul asked of death "Why is the world here disappearing,"
Death replied " Vivienne, this world is a memory and like all memories it fades as time passes. The center of this region we are nearing."

The region was brown and fading the inhabitants were at various stage of fading to oblivion,
the reaper said "We are here I shall leave you now, Vivienne"

I fear now I am truly lost and alone in hell
forever here shall I fade, be forgotten and dwell.

Down and down we go ever eternally down,
til when we end in a land of fading hues of brown,
I look around to see we weren't alone,
where I was exiled was a murky shadow of a town,


It was populated with people who fade with time like the land to nothing,
ghosts of those dead and gone, fading memories of the living,
reaching second death in oblivion,
I see someone I know she was partly faded her name was Vivienne,
she said "all disappear who have died the soul is but a fading memory of life,
The reaper is ruler of this land of strife,
like ghosts in the living world destined to fade and die again,
like a pen the ink just runs out fades, so it goes with the living and dead of men."

Author notes

reader reading this  next is full cast with narrator's reading

She walks like a breeze

by Vivienne poet on August 31.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

She walks like a breeze,
gliding into the room,
care she frees,
an elegant air does she assume,
She walks like a breeze.

Author notes

written for contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2690160-She-Walks



Kitty

by Vivienne poet on August 29.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

kitty loves to play
I put her out every day,
kitty plays with mice,
she thinks they're nice

Author notes

a short cute poem


'I have never seen a dead bird fallen from the sky Where do old birds go to die?'

by Vivienne poet on August 29.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

It's been said "I have never seen a dead bird fallen from the sky
Where do old birds go to die?"
the bodies do fall to earth to rot I respond,
but the birds souls die not they soar to the heavens beyond,

Author notes

Written for this contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689820-Where-do-old-birds-go-to-die-


A cool refreshing dip in a limpet pool azure

by Vivienne poet on August 29.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I slowly wade through an azure limpet pool,
I look for crabs and such in this pool the water cool,

the sun beats down and warms me and makes pretty azure shadows below on the sands,
I run my fingers through the water it is refreshingly cooling on my hands,

I know I must go I love this memory so I cry,
then I hang my thoughts out to dry.

Author notes

written for contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2690056-Brevity-Phrase---5-

The Coming of the Storm

by Vivienne poet on August 29.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Lightening flashed and thunder boomed,
grey storm clouds loomed,
the air electric,
the air smelt of rain dirty and metallic
lightening strikes a tree it smolders and burns,
the rain started slowly then hissed and the fire fizzed as the storm churns
the rain washed lightly at the fire but the fire did not cease the tree was doomed
Lightening flashed and thunder boomed,

Author notes

written for https://allpoetry.com/contest/2690060-Word-Prompt---Emotion-Brevity---2-


Zorro

by Vivienne poet on August 29.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

you are a poet yet man of action,
the alcade is cruel to your dissatisfaction,
you fight for the right,
whether it's day or night,
'til justice is found,
you to your oath are bound,
to protect the people of yourtown,
you fight for justice is your name renown,

Author notes

I couldn't resist it It's zorro's sign z Written fro contesthttps://allpoetry.com/contest/2690075-Z-theme.

Torn

by Vivienne poet on August 29.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I am torn in half by grief,
I have no relief,
lost and alone,
you are dead now I bemoan,

Author notes

written for this contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2690041-Brevity---20-words-only...

An Amble in a Coniferous Forrest

by Vivienne poet on August 29.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I amble slowly through a  spruce forest old,
it is a lovely day, the forest is green, the grass is too, the patches hit by the light glow gold,
I look at a beam of light as it glides through the ancient trees
I can imagine dinosaurs walking by, I feel a breeze,
I find patch of spotted red toadstools and think of pixies and gnomes
the air smells like Christmas in homes,
I hear bird singing like silver chimes,
I hear a river run sometimes,
it draws to eventide I must leave this haven,
dreaming of this place in twilight with shadows and a silver glow from heaven.

Author notes

written for contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2690008-Coniferous-

My is Blood Aflame

by Vivienne poet on August 26.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

A forest fire of the sky burns orange and bright,
roses of blood are aflame in the burning light,
rose blossoms nod and bow their heads,
the blood red roses petals which will bleed onto their burning beds.

Author notes

written for this contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689898-Image-Prompt inspired by this picture https://ap-pics2.gotpoem.com/ap-pics/contest/2689/898.jpg?13082700_102094

The Heaven's Above

by Vivienne poet on August 26.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

They say heaven's above I agree,
not in the biblical sense I see it as an absentee,

it is a beautiful compass of stars and moons sparking like silver diamonds on a black velvet sky,
it has an eerie elegant mystique that no one can deny.

Author notes

I know It's short I thought I could write more but it was meant to be short maybe not this short but it's good. It was written for this contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689867-All-The-Heavenlies..-The-Stars--Moons-and-P

The Passing of the Seasons

by Vivienne poet on August 26.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

The trees of autumn please,
with their many colored falling leaves,

most trees are bare come winter's snow
we freeze and stare at holly's glow,

the blossoms of spring bring happy cheer,
the blossoms fall as summer comes near,

the tree's leaves are good shade in summer's heat,
and now the seasons will repeat.

Author notes

poem about the seasons written for contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689283-Meadow-Life

Vivienne and the Reaper: a saga

by Vivienne poet on August 25.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved



A Matter of Death

Vivienne you will die there are no buts about it" a  skeletal man in Benedictine  monks outfit said.
said Vivienne in reply "but- but-"  staring at his head.

The Reaper huffed "Stop saying but! you can't deny or bargain with me!"
Vivienne took deep breath and and said "So  you came for me?"

Death said as sharply as a a blade  " yes! I have! You died a midnight"
Vivienne sobbed slightly and said "Midnight? It is 5 to midnight!"

The Reaper looked as awkward as a skeleton could,
Vivienne cried triumphantly as prisoner reprieved execution "You're early! I live!"  The Reaper understood.

The Reaper said nervously "I will take you at midnight!"
Vivienne asked nearly as nervously as the reaper was "what killed me tonight?"

The Reaper snapped back "I did!"
Vivienne shook her head saying "not you! cause of death can you tell me or is it forbid,"

Death laughed and said " stroke!"
"It started when you awoke!"

Vivienne shouted "I am not having a stroke! I am not dying"
the Reaper said "Then why are you crying?"

the Reaper said "and why are you speaking like you are having a stroke my dear?"
Vivienne noticed she was having a stroke she recognize the symptoms she was struck by fear!

her death was coming and coming soon,
five minutes had passed she died alone with Death in the light of the moon.

A Matter of Life and Death

As you mortals live,
you exist in your little mortal world 'til death I give,
you dwell in life on days bittersweet,
knowing that one day we'll meet!
you dwell on the little things which will one day be forgotten,
while I wait for you my begotten,
you fear me and and yet you fear lying alone in oblivion,
yes I'm talking to you hear me Vivienne,
don't turn away from me it is the truth,
do I need give you proof?

The Soul of Vivienne Is Taken

Lost in death cold grasp,
I am within his clasp,
I see his scythe,
his bony hands I know I will lose my life,
he leads 3 dogs of death,
I feel I'm breathing my last breath,
the terror consumes my entire soul,
I'm sure it's his goal,
He takes me to another world,
to dwell in the land of the dead, in the nether-world.

Lost is the soul in death cold grasp,
I am beyond life's last gasp,

I know not where I'm going with this harbinger of death,
my soul is being led to a world which I see as a fiery breath,

deeper and deeper we go into hell, the under world,
I see it as fading old world with fading ghosts, souls unfurled,

the soul asked of death "Why is the world here disappearing,"
Death replied " Vivienne, this world is a memory and like all memories it fades as time passes. The center of this region we are nearing."

The region was brown and fading the inhabitants were at various stage of fading to oblivion,
the reaper said "We are here I shall leave you now, Vivienne"

I fear now I am truly lost and alone in hell
forever here shall I fade, be forgotten and dwell.


Journey To The Nether-World And The World Beyond

Down and down we go ever eternally down,
til when we end in a land of fading hues of brown,
I look around to see we weren't alone,
where I exiled was a murky shadow of a town,


It was populated with people who fade with time like the land to nothing,
ghosts of those dead and gone, fading memories of the living,
reaching second death in oblivion,
I see someone I know she was partly faded her name was Vivienne,
she said "all disappear who have died the soul is but a fading memory of life,
The reaper is ruler of this land of strife,
like ghosts in the living world destined to fade and die again,
like a pen the ink just runs out fades, so it go with the living and dead of men."

Author notes

full saga read here 
hopes I'm not doing this see it also here on wattpad with pictures and a cover
https://embed.wattpad.com/story/1207530411 see book cover in full here
https://pre08.deviantart.net/0605/th/pre/i/2017/239/1/9/vivienne_and_the_reaper_by_thewraithoftheopera-dblgig9.png


A Matter of Death

by Vivienne poet on August 25.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Vivienne you will die there are no buts about it" a  skeletal man in Benedictine  monks outfit said.
said Vivienne in reply "but- but-"  staring at his head.

The Reaper huffed "Stop saying but! you can't deny or bargain with me!"
Vivienne took deep breath and and said "So  you came for me?"

Death said as sharply as a blade  " yes! I have! You died at midnight"
Vivienne sobbed slightly and said "Midnight? It is 5 to midnight!"

The Reaper looked as awkward as a skeleton could,
Vivienne cried triumphantly as prisoner reprieved of an execution "You're early! I live!"  The Reaper understood.

The Reaper said nervously "I will take you at midnight!"
Vivienne asked nearly as nervously as the reaper was "what killed me tonight?"

The Reaper snapped back "I did!"
Vivienne shook her head saying "not you! cause of death can you tell me or is it forbid,"

Death laughed and said " stroke!"
"It started when you awoke!"

Vivienne shouted "I am not having a stroke! I am not dying"
the Reaper said "Then why are you crying?"

the Reaper said "and why are you speaking like you are having a stroke my dear?"
Vivienne noticed she was having a stroke she recognize the symptoms she was struck by fear!

her death was coming and coming soon,
five minutes had passed she died alone with Death in the light of the moon.

Hear the end of Vivienne's saga here

Author notes

I felt this would be a stroll in the dark.
written for this competition https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689365-In-A-Conversation-With-Mr.Death please read poem vivienne and the reaper a ballad to read full edited poem saga of these too it's good

The Saga of Vivienne in the Underworld

by Vivienne poet on August 25.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

A Matter of Life and Death

As you mortals live,
you exist in your little mortal world 'til death I give,
you dwell in life on days bittersweet,
knowing that one day we'll meet!
you dwell on the little things which will one day be forgotten,
while I wait for you my begotten,
you fear me and and yet you fear lying alone in oblivion,
yes I'm talking to you hear me Vivienne,
don't turn away from me it is the truth,
do I need give you proof?

The Soul of Vivienne Is Taken

Lost in death cold grasp,
I am within his clasp,
I see his scythe,
his bony hands I know I will lose my life,
he leads 3 dogs of death,
I feel I'm breathing my last breath,
the terror consumes my entire soul,
I'm sure it's his goal,
He takes me to another world,
to dwell in the land of the dead, in the nether-world.

Lost is the soul in death cold grasp,
I am beyond life's last gasp,

I know not where I'm going with this harbinger of death,
my soul is being led to a world which I see as a fiery breath,

deeper and deeper we go into hell, the under world,
I see it as fading old world with fading ghosts, souls unfurled,

the soul asked of death "Why is the world here disappearing,"
Death replied " Vivienne, this world is a memory and like all memories it fades as time passes. The center of this region we are nearing."

The region was brown and fading the inhabitants were at various stage of fading to oblivion,
the reaper said "We are here I shall leave you now, Vivienne"

I fear now I am truly lost and alone in hell
forever here shall I fade, be forgotten and dwell.


Journey To The Nether-World And The World Beyond

Down and down we go ever eternally down,
til when we end in a land of fading hues of brown,
I look around to see we weren't alone,
where I exiled was a murky shadow of a town,


It was populated with people who fade with time like the land to nothing,
ghosts of those dead and gone, fading memories of the living,
reaching second death in oblivion,
I see someone I know she was partly faded her name was Vivienne,
she said "all disappear who have died the soul is but a fading memory of life,
The reaper is ruler of this land of strife,
like ghosts in the living world destined to fade and die again,
like a pen the ink just runs out fades, so it go with the living and dead of men."

Author notes

My poems about Vivienne, Death  and the fall of her unknown friend in the journey to the netherworld and the world beyond here poem here

The Soul of Vivienne Is Taken

by Vivienne poet on August 25.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Lost is the soul in death cold grasp,
I am beyond life's last gasp,

I know not where I'm going with this harbinger of death,
my soul is being led to a world which I see as a fiery breath,

deeper and deeper we go into hell, the under world,
I see it as fading old world with fading ghosts, souls unfurled,

the soul asked of death "Why is the world here disappearing,"
Death replied " Vivienne, this world is a memory and like all memories it fades as time passes. The center of this region we are nearing."

The region was brown and fading the inhabitants were at various stage of fading to oblivion,
the reaper said "We are here I shall leave you now, Vivienne"

I fear now I am truly lost and alone in hell
forever here shall I fade, be forgotten and dwell.

Author notes

Meet Vivienne here inn these poems also https://allpoetry.com/poem/13464923-A-Matter-of-Life-and-Death-by-Loki-Laufeysen
https://allpoetry.com/poem/12428911-Journey-To-The-Nether-World-And-The-World-Beyond-by-Loki-Laufeysen
written for this contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689861-speak-of-your-soul

Anything I Do It For You ! no seriously I'm different

by Vivienne poet on August 25.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I don't follow the sheep,
I let the followers weep,

I don't do anything the old way,
I find a new way around things I say,

who needs the proper style,
I think and work it my way it doesn't take a while,

Author notes

written for contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689406-Creations

The Daffodils

by Vivienne poet on August 25.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I once saw a stand of daffodils,
they gave me thrills,

a stand of poet's daffodils that grew in a forest wild,
they were a picture of perfection's child,

surrounded by a grove of many over bearing trees,
those blossoms of snow with red trumpet often visited by bees,
grew in a copse on the side of a path in a row,
were they planted by hand I do not know,

Author notes

Written for this contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689712-Pick-pictures-on-Anything-post-them
http://www.bellewood-gardens.com/2003/Poeticus.jpg
the poem and picture inspiration


Beauty of the Greenwoods

by Vivienne poet on August 25.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I walk in to a clearing close my eyes take in a deep breath and smell the wet earth, fresh and decaying leaves I take my fill,
I open my eyes see a copse of toadstool, mixed with wild daffodil,

I look at the nodding heads of the daffodils and pick a bunch of daffodils then look at the toad stools red and white caps and wonder if gnomes are about,
I walk to a fallen tree which had started to rot and get grown over and sit on it taking in the beauty of the forest til a spider out of the fallen tree pops out,

I panic and jump up running from the log and spider out of the clearing to a thick  copse of trees,
I run down the path looking at the trees oak, yew, elm, trucks and leaves flying by I feel an invigorating breeze,

I reach a quaint rustic bridge over murky stream,
in it floats a coot  swimming full at steam,

in the stream the water washed rocks and reeds,
the sound of the stream mingles with the bird song and other sound of the forest bleeds,

the moss by the water's edge looks thick and lush,
I must leave this paradise a return to real life sadly off I  rush

Author notes

Play when reading poem this is the atmospheric sound
written for this contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689285-what-is-within-the-trees
poem reading

The Strange Green World

by Vivienne poet on August 25.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

For what seems eons I have been traveling across the great expanse of space,
at late I came across an space oddity a green and blue place,

in a quiet star system it was a planet which was inhabited too,
I saw many a species on this planet of blue,

the main species I noted were weird and stretched out things tall and small,
I had to hide in my ship for I was not their shape at all,

These creatures arrogantly ruled their world as it's masters
they were dangerous if the hated you they caused disasters,

I saw on their historical documents showing them killing more and evermore,
I was so scared I did not dare open a door.

I will leave this planet to it's masters to destroy,
but I will leave an intergalactic warning beacon before I go to warn the coming  convoy.

Author notes

an alien scout's view of earth and it's inhabitants the documentaries movies and tv as always. written for contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689870-From-an-Aliens-point-of-view
reading of poem

The Brown Piece of Heaven

by Vivienne poet on August 25.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Oh the piece of heaven's manna on earth,
the reason for my mirth,
Thy colors are many,
your flavors are plenty,
without thee is misery profound,
from beans like coffee you are ground,
chocolate thy name,
let forever be thy fame

Author notes

written for contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689240-Chocolate poetry reading video


The Wayward Wayfarer of the Night

by Vivienne poet on August 25.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Oh night's brightest star,
way up a far,
your ardent watch you keep,
while most are asleep,
lone satellite of the night
silver and bright,
thy glow alone illuminates heart,
your shape we chart,
thy light brightens the darkness of the eventide,
you are master of the sea's ebb and tide,
thy name be the moon,
and I shall see thee soon.

Author notes

poem about the moon written for https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689868-The-Moon-And-What-It-Means-To-You  62 words
video reading of poem

The Sparkling Roof Tops of the World

by Vivienne poet on August 24.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

They say the night has a thousand eyes,
That "One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her wall."
Beautiful sparkling eyes of stars the lonely travelers of the skies,
thy light charms all,
thy fires eternally burn,
the silvery beams from moons and suns illuminate the night with night's alluring glow
the light of these hundred million suns and moons illuminate lovers perpetual yearn,
they are distant and far memories of days eons ago,

Author notes

quote is
"One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her wall."  (Khaled Hosseini)
written for contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689808-Quote-Prompt-from-A-Thousand-Splendid-Suns.  86 words
this video is reading of poem

A Matter of Life and Death

by Vivienne poet on August 24.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

As you mortals live,
you exist in your little mortal world 'til death I give,
you dwell in life on days bittersweet,
knowing that one day we'll meet!
you dwell on the little things which will one day be forgotten,
while I wait for you my begotten,
you fear me and and yet you fear lying alone in oblivion,
yes I'm talking to you hear me Vivienne,
don't turn away from me it is the truth,
do I need give you proof?

Author notes

told by death to Vivienne from another of my poem https://allpoetry.com/poem/12428911-Journey-To-The-Nether-World-And-The-World-Beyond-by-Loki-Laufeysen where Vivienne tells of the afterlife as a ghost this was written for contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689794-Lifes-the-question-Deaths-the-answer.
reading of this poem

Nothing's Fair In Love and War

by Vivienne poet on August 22.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

My sweet enemy,
forever torn between my love and my side I will be,
praying for war to end so you and I can be,
nothing is is fair in love and war I see,
a friend can be the enemy.
you will always be my enemy,
my friend and archenemy,
my love, my fear is love will be an escapee,
will I betray my land or my love for thee.
because nothing's fair in love an war!

Author notes

poem reading on next video
inspired by Written for contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689303-love---war-beautiful-inspiration--big-pts-

Heaven May Wait

by Vivienne poet on August 20.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I lay in hospital on a bed being wheeled into a noisy surgery awake,
"what is that noise" I cried as I went under anesthetic and dropped off in to a dreamless sleep,
I suddenly awoke or thought I saw a tunnel I looked up and down, up was a warming enticing light which was beckoning for me to take,
below another tunnel foreboding burning, hot and steep,
I heard two voices beckoning to me one a pleasant angelic voice, the other croaking harsh and evil,
I wonder which way I went? seriously! I walked in to the light,
and then- I saw a blinding light I looked down I found myself in the bed in a different hospital room waking up in an upheaval,
Doctors and nurses in panic mode "We got them back!" cried out a nurse, I was confused where I was, I saw the bright light was an operating light it was neither light from the tunnel,
"what just happened?" I asked, "you died but we got you back!"
didn't I get a fright.

Author notes

for contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689221-Life-After-Death-

Tranquillity

by Vivienne poet on August 20.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

In the tranquil waters of the sea,
where cool water runs in waves where there is only me,
azure wave shadows melt across the pure white sands with an enlivening glow,
light sparkles over the top like precious aquamarine aglow,
the sun warms me with her loving rays of life giving purity,
the sky is aqua with painted clouds that look like waves in the sea it's only impurity

Author notes

hear poem here

Gentle On My Mind

by Vivienne poet on August 20.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Gentle on my mind I lay me down to sleep,
thoughts of days gone by come soft and sweet I weep,
I lament the days lost days gone by are never to return,
days of joy and love smolder so much in my mind they burn,
I fear I shall not see days like them again,
my mind dwells on those days in pain,
those days I place in my heart to keep,
as I slowly fall to sleep.

Author notes

hear on video or hear it here https://soundcloud.com/rachel-lawson-347342576/poem-gentle-on-my-mind Written for contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689087-Gentle-On-My-Mind--My-Elusive-Dreams--

Perfection and Reality

by Vivienne poet on August 19.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

The search for perfection is a common mistake,
reality is there is no such thing as perfection,
even the most perfect things have faults as a concept perfect is fake,
the models in magazines are a good example of this affectation,
they are photoshoped to look perfect and better than they are,
these fake pictures of reality make women and men feel imperfect,
when in reality these images aren't reality as true role models they so below the bar,
some people die and get sick trying to reach the mythical state called perfect,
so is perfection a good thing to aim for,
not in my view in reality  the models seen as perfect are airbrushed and underweight, if they have blemishes they have faults like everyone else in the real world,
reality is difference and that is what the airbrushers abhor
so say hell to them and be your imperfect self with all your faults unfurled

Author notes

Written for this competition https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689376-Write-Your-Best this is a reading

The Road Less Taken

by Vivienne poet on August 19.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

There is fork in the road which way will you chose the one with a traffic jam,
or will you chose the road less taken the one few tread,
which way for you is nothing but a sham,
will you chose the road most taken and see what everyone else sees just the back of the car ahead,
or will you take the lesser road and a see the flowers and bees,
will you see the cars going slow and in a shepherded ways,
or the the faster way will less things in your way holding you back from you way,
over crowded way has slow traffic for days,
the parth has less that's where I'd go I say.

Author notes

I know the road less taken by robert frost I liked the Idea and now it's by me too for contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2688995-Choice-.Any-style-you-choose

What's in a name?

by Vivienne poet on August 19.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

What is  good pen name? maybe a royal name like Delta King or  Queen, Princess of quills or the prince of words?
a pun like Not Bard, BardMan, The Sword is Mightier than the Pen? merely a play on swords,
a heroic name Thor god of rap, Don Diego, Dr Strange, Sir Percy,
romantic Mr Darcy, Cyrano de  Bergerac,
a name to match your nature Fox. owl, Dark Horse or pony,
a villains name Loki god of misspells, the Moriarty Of Rhyme, Jack the Rhymer, not be misspelled Jack the Rapper or something black,
I won't bore with names John, Jack and Jill,
nom de plume is something that Is good for you,
I know people will give you pages with lame names which they their poems will fill
a perfect name for you will feel right and to you be true

Author notes

https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689563-pick-a-pen-name

Not Bard Work

by Vivienne poet on August 19.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Beware the Ides of march" I was told said  Caesar's Ghost "why didn't I listen?"
" What was I suppose to do hide from a day?" the ghost laughed grimly as from his wounds blood running freely did glisten,
"I never saw this coming?" the ghost said looking at his bleeding wounds,
"Brutus why did you do this to me?" the ghost demanded, "was I not a friend to you, a father?" outside were angry mob sounds,

"The Noble Cassius proclaimed you wanted to be King" Brutus said in horror hiding from the mob only to be caught by his victim's ghost,
"Did I not refuse the crown thrice? how can a man not wanting to be King be accused of wanting such?" the Ghost said looking at the door as if expecting it to be bashed in at any moment the crowd were searching  all the building for his killers they were there almost,

"I thought you were playing with the crowds" Brutus cried out.
"No" said the ghost disappearing as the mob poured in to see Brutus. screaming in tears "I'm sorry I was wrong" in case the ghost was still about.

Author notes

made for contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2688988-Inspired-by-the-Bard

Darkness! Into Darkness

by Vivienne poet on August 18.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Night abounds light remissed I am lost and not alone,
I see not a thing but I hear an eerie moan,

I know not what or who my dark-ling companion is,
a voice in the darkness whailing a lament which alone is his,

neither mortal man nor bird is he say I,
lost in the depths of the night I know not what he is either wraith or devil to defy,

I am in terror am in fear not sure if he be protector or danger to me,
I strain my eyes beyond pain only for there to be nothing to see,

is my foe man or beast, wind in the trees moaning lost lament,
by moonless darkened window  I lean on the casement,

I pray for the moaning to stop and the voice to die,
I am still alone with the disembodied voice as it takes solace in it's cry.

Author notes

written in style of Poe  for contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689277-Darkness-into-Darkness-Preliminary-Poe-Love the poem read

The time I lost my self

by Vivienne poet on August 18.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I every life comes I time when the person think their who life is a lie,
I knew who I was why I was like I was the thoughts and action that made what I was I went one to a doctor who said you are this I was horrified left asking why?

all the neatly fitting reason why I was like I was broke apart,
I was left a mere lost caricature of the diagnosis after reading up on it I learned the role by heart.

I became a immature shadow of my old always serious self I saw myself as an oddity,
There were normal people and there were people like me I wonder had people met my type before quizzically long before I found in my applicability

Never wish on another to know what feeling like life is nothing but a lie!
from experience I know it only leave one asking why?

Author notes

written for this contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2688986-Who-Am-I--  can't resist too much of a toon Sing "who am I? I'm Jean Valjean!" lol

The Wraith and other Ghosts

by Vivienne poet on August 18.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

What is a wraith? I must explain it is not always a a dark demonic entity out to commit sins against mortal man,
a wraith is merely a term for a ghost with a purpose no matter how dark or lame they do what they can.

a ghost is what they were like in life a bad man becomes a bad ghost, a good man becomes a good ghost who maybe helps,
When a mortal sees a wraith they think they are dead, they are monsters in terror and the living yelps.

There are other ghosts who are place memories that like memories fade,
these are the haunting types are know for walking through blocked doors now walls they are totally unaware the world around them has changed and there doors are merely a walled in facade.

The ghost Poltergeist aka noisy ghost is a false ghost it is usually a young person who is living and is a bit disturbed they are usually totally unaware the noise and odd flying things and such are of their own doing,
Poltergeist individuals are not possessed by anyone or thing.

As you see all ghosts are neither all bad or all good they are a little of both as are all are that live.

I know this is not strictly a poem of ghostly encounters this about my ghostly studies and experience and thus I pray you can enjoy my poem and forgive.

Author notes

written for this contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689444-Ghosts  Here is a reading

The Haunting

by Vivienne poet on August 18.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Why did I say yes to staying here tonight?
It's cold, dusty and eerie the place looks a fright!

I can imagine it is haunted by the last people who lived here.
the room is getting colder still I see my breath now how could that be It's a warm night out I hear!

My eyes widen and my ears prick up what's that a sound?
I am in this house alone so why do I hear music around?

omg! I smell something new in the air Lavender like an old lady would wear..
I sense someone is watching me......
omg! what is gong on? will they try kill me? what is she?

out of the corner of my eye I saw her a faded old Victorian woman quite matronly was she but what was worse I saw through her!
when I say saw through her it was not a disguise, I saw the wall behind her and heard a clock whir.

She opened her mouth I was having a fit my blood ran cold could neither speak nor move,
a weird sound came out of her mouth I took it as for me being here she did not approve.

the night rolled on her staring at me and unmovable with horror.
till dawn was she by my bed staring and glaring accusing at me only with the day light come did she leave me alone in my terror.

Author notes

A haunting story for contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689554-The-Haunting poem read 

The Beast in the mind

by Vivienne poet on August 18.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

It's nothing but a fear, ha! mere smoke and wind,
but it burns within me gnawing at me like a cancer in my mind,
tearing at my soul like a beast consuming me, defiling me making me weak,
I am so awe ridden I can't speak!
It is my one consuming heart's desire that the devil in my mind leaves me complete,
I am inspired by awful terrors which never will be as they for my sanity hilt to hilt for my control compete,
I want to wake up and find out it was a nightmare,
Hag ridden I dwell in hell with the evil devil in my mind staring out of me, It's more than I can bare.

Author notes

fear is the beast it inspires all sort of terrors imagined and real. https://allpoetry.com/contest/2689542-Fear--brevity-
hear it here on video

Desent into hell

by Vivienne poet on September 11, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved


Fare thee well freedom and mirth,
fare thee well all I am worth,
I descend to the depths of Hell,
for my life as a near do well,
what I would do to undo my fate,
what I would do for a moment before to wait,
I feel the fire and smell the brimstone,
I hear screams in every tone,
I hear my crimes judged and read out,
I feel like a common lout,
I am taken to my own personal place in Hell,
where forever I shall dwell.

Author notes

rewite of desend into hell

The Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come haunts Ebeneezer Scrooge

by Vivienne poet on September 11, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Terror struck from a night of hauntings,
Scrooge trembled at the thought of his next meeting,
The last of the ghosts arrived grimly,
he was a shrouded skeleton he bore an air of melancholy,
Scrooge felt like  as he was meeting death himself,
for this ghost to leave he would have given all he owned and his wealth,
he arose and followed the fearsome harbinger ghost,
he found himself in a dead man's house, he  felt pity for his despised-    deceased host,
he asked who was the dead man whose house within they did dwell,
by an open grave they did appear Scrooge felt his very soul chill as read the name on the grave it was his own name the ghost in a calculated attempt pushed Scrooge in  the hole which then turned to a never ending black
abyss it did swell,
Scrooge awoke in his bed twisting and turning in horror screaming,
had he truly been haunted and seen his grave or had he been dreaming,
he knew not  what but he would make amends,
first with family and friends,
next with this world and the next wolrd, the spirits had saved his soul,
there was no longer hole in his heart it was whole.

Author notes

improved verison

The raven druidess

by Vivienne poet on January 11, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

A black-clad wisp of a lady's form walked with purpose through the foggy glade,
she spread out her arms and ravens came flying on to them from all around,
I stood at a distance agog and aghast wondering what magic she used on the birds,
she saw me panicked and melted into the clouds,
whether she disappear into thin air or ran I do not know,
all I know she was gone so were the birds.

If a leaf fell in the forest would someone notice

by Vivienne poet on January 11, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

If a leaf fell in the forest would someone notice? no one,
If a tree fell who would notice? a few people,
if a forest fell would anyone notice that? the locals,
what if all the trees died and fell who would notice that?
Everyone!

When we were Young

by Vivienne poet on January 11, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

When we were young and the world was big,
the world seemed more magical,
it had an air or mystery we were new to this gig,
it was somewhat innocent and mystical,

Author notes

When were young can't underline not paid member I tried

Taken by the wing of a dove

by Vivienne poet on January 11, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I am heart sick I lost my love,
it feels like I'm dying.
My love was taken by the wing of a dove,
I am left alone and crying.
Will I ever find happiness again.
I dream we'll meet again, but When?

Author notes

A poem of heart break

Fenrir and Jörmungandr and Hel

by Vivienne poet on January 11, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Loki had 3 monsters a children, Fenrir and Jörmungandr and Hel, Fenrir a giant fearsome black wolf which stalked the land, Jörmungandr a giant serpent who ate the moon, lastly poor Hel  who lived with the dead, all were feared a reviled by the Norse, Hel the goddess of death was a half alive, half rotting corpse, so abhorrent to the gods of the Norse she resided with the dead who she ruled over.


loki's children by TheWraithOfTheOpera on DeviantArt

Author notes

picture of some of Loki's Children
loki's children by TheWraithOfTheOpera on DeviantArt

The emotion in this is wonderful

by Vivienne poet on January 11, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Yes I wrote : Written by his wife Agriboda: Father of Death,
I am proud of it, it was not a waste of breath,
I got this comment: "The emotion in this is wonderful"
personally I think the review is cool,

Author notes

comment Inspired me.

The emotion in this is wonderful

Daredevil

by Vivienne poet on January 11, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I am blind but I can see better than the sighted,
I can swing through the air and I'm not Spider-Man,
I am seen as a blind lawyer by day a paragon of justice by night.

Author notes

Marvel's Daredevil

Written by his wife Agriboda: Father of Death

by Vivienne poet on January 11, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

My love,  you are brave you are bold,
we're both frost giants, yet you are cold,
I wonder why our children are all monster,
The worm and the wolf and the goddess of death Hel the sister,
I love you a more than life,
that's why I agreed to be your wife,
you are seen a villain but in my heart you are not,
you are fated to misfortune with me and with all but so what,
I love you still,
father of death, lover of strife, walker uphill,
whatever you are I love you,
some say you're mad I don't believe it's true.

Author notes

Love poem for Loki written by his second wife Agriboda

A Song of Heartbreak: While My Heart Gently Weeps

by Vivienne poet on January 10, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I look at your picture and wonder where you are,
while my heart gently weeps,
I remember your touch and your kiss,
while my heart gently weeps,
I dream of the past when you were here with me,
while my heart gently weeps,
you're in my heart but you're gone I'm alone,
while my heart gently weeps,
I wish you were here with me once again.
while my heart gently weeps.

Author notes

based on "while my guitar gently weeps"

The Infernal Poets

by Vivienne poet on January 10, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

My granddad a heart attack had,
all night a dream had it was bad,
he woke up complaining he did,
he hated poetry and all night he dreamed he was amid,
Poets reading poetry so he could not sleep,
must have been terrible he was sound asleep.

Author notes

He survived but did of a heart attack years later

Loki god of Misfortune

by Vivienne poet on January 10, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Loki one day did have a deadly desire,
by some dark force would inspire,
he trick a blind god to take a bow,
and forth with to go,
with that bow and fire it,
the arrow did land in Odin's favorite son hit,
Baldr he was and died he did,
and Loki would not let him come back from Helheim to return forbid.
so Loki was punished one of his sons was turned into a wolf like his brother,
he slew another and Loki was tied to a rock in a cavern with a serpent dripping painful venom on him his with dead son's entrails the wolven brother,
he survived Ragnarok,
Loki had an ally his wife Sigyn who saw it her duty as his wife to stand by her man with bowl with it the venom block,
he quaked when she emptied the bowl,
and this occurs 'til Ragnarok when body was released from soul,
at Ragnarok, they were released,
they fell in battle so they went to Norse heaven Valhalla where their torment ceased,
there they would be happy ever more,
in revelry in Odin's realm forever more,

Author notes

Loki was always unlucky his children were monsters and he bore terrible torture but was give the joy of going to heaven Valhalla his luck ultimatly changed

Ragnarok

by Vivienne poet on January 10, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

The valkyrie  road from the sky in her blessed chariot to the field of battle,
she took the fallen upon her chariot with her sisters back to Valhalla,
The gods have fallen in battle Loki and Heimdall by each others hands and so on,
The valkyrie lands and pick up the fallen Loki and takes him to his rest in Valhalla where he shall eternally be happy in revelry  ever more. Her sister    takes his wife devoted wife Sigyn who fell too, and so on and so forth go all but few odd goddesses and gods who actually survive the battle alive.

Author notes

the fallen of the god at Ragnarok are taken by the valkyries

Flow of Life's Blood

by Vivienne poet on January 10, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

In the water little and big fish swim oblivious the world above the water,
water evaporates and falls to the earth in cooling wet showers, and bright cold snow falls on the mountains and dales,
water flows and oozes down the mountain across the land to the sea,
blue, green, tea colored and turquoise and aquamarine in hue,
dappling leafy reflections, and shadows, glowing in the sun and moon and street lights glare,
water falls from the skies and quenches the parched earthen realm and it all starts again.

Author notes

about water cycle and water in general

Superman

by Vivienne poet on January 9, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

They don't notice me they think I'm just a mild mannered human reporter,
in reality, I am a Superman, I am from the planet Krypton,
my world was destroyed by my planet's sun.
I was sent here by my parents to live with the humans as a human like my cousin Kara known as Supergirl we watch humans live their lives try to be them but we aren't them it's blessing and a curse we can act like them but not be them. I don't know what Kara thinks but I find it frustrating the humans put us on pedestals think we are perfect and infallible beings, yet we're as human as they are we just have powers we fear, love, make mistakes and are just the same as them but we have to be somehow better than them because we aren't normal, we have to be superheroes.

Author notes

Prose about Superman's view of humans hear it on video

A Misty Spring Day in the Pine Forest

by Vivienne poet on January 9, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

In a grassy patch of a forest of fir trees grew a stand of bluebells
and daffodils the forest was slightly tinged with mist and smaller wildflower,
a fallen small tree or branch lay amongst the bluebells and grass,
the mist gave the scene a magical look like a fairytale wood,
the grassy patch reaches for acres lined by fir trees,
I feel it would be as magical in winter's cold breath and snow.

Author notes

prose inspired by this picture http://ap-pics2.gotpoem.com/ap-pics/image/253/540.jpg?

Teddy says good-bye to a cloud

by Vivienne poet on January 9, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

A Teddy bear sat watching the clouds roll by,
he sat and thought of  a long lost friend,
in the cloud he saw their face floating by so he wave the cloud good-bye,
he sat watching the cloud he knew it was only pretend.



teddy bear good bye cloud by TheWraithOfTheOpera on DeviantArt

Author notes

short rhyming poem based on picture teddy bear good bye cloud by TheWraithOfTheOpera on DeviantArt

The Book of Days

by Vivienne poet on January 9, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

We live day by day
living each day as they come,
some look to the future,
some look to the past,
and end up sad with the present,
others live as if tomorrow
and yesterday were just a dream,
happy and sad as the whims of time
sway like a pendulum between good tidings
and ill,
If we knew the truth life and times are just pages of a book,
the book of days which has infinite individual
editions more than stars in the sky at night they are called
perception and time.

North of Beautiful

by Vivienne poet on January 9, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Fields for as far as the eye can see,
from a mountain top we see a blaze of blood red autumnal leaves in the vallies and lower mountain sides,
floating magical pinkish cotton candy puffs of clouds above them azure skies,
in the distance mountain ranges suillute the horizon,
I will never forget the beauty of this breathtaking northern autumnal day.

Author notes

Prose inspired by picture and phrase North of Beautiful  http://ap-pics2.gotpoem.com/ap-pics/contest/2660/798.jpg?2after-the-stor

Gallifrey Sunrise

by Vivienne poet on January 8, 2016.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I take my Tardis home,
long journeys always end in the beginning,
I have returned I see the beautiful Gallifrey citadel's dome,
I laugh remembering that  I was the man who ran  was once it's president it's king,
The two suns are rising the red sand glows dim,
I walk towards the citadel the air is nippy,
the greeting from the guards is grim,
I see the latest model thing Tardisy timey whyme shippy,
as I am dragged past children play, well study,
I was dogged by my people 'til I returned,
I am here to bury a friend the Master or Koschei my old buddy,
I wait awhile in a waiting room both severe and stern,
they call me into a room The Corsair talks to me  about The Master's last wish,
he wanted to have his remains sent to a supernova he wanted to go out with a bang,
that's just like The Master always ladish,
he was the Yin to my Yang,
I wonder what I'll do without Koschei,
I take his remains in a fancy Gallifrean funerary jar,
The Corsair passes me a communique,
the detail from the Master on what he want in his last rights,
I bid farewell to my friend The Corsair and leave,
I leave the citadel the air bites,
I take my Tardis and leave knowing The Master was sneaky even in death he'd do anything for a reprieve,
I locked him in a box where I thought he could not escape,
I sat listening to a record to read a good book,
I heard the Tardis malfunction and the record jump and scrape,
I knew it could only be one thing The master  I ran to look,
as I thought he'd escaped,
I stepped out my Tardis and I was shot,
I was taken to the hospital and they messed I was not human shaped,
and that is how I last died  alone not to rot.
http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/List_of_individual_Time_Lords_and_Gallifreyans



http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/The_Master

Gallifrey by TheWraithOfTheOpera on DeviantArt

Author notes

Based ON Movie DR WHO. This is the Poem read

Without your love

by Vivienne poet on December 29, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I am lost in love,
it feels like heaven above,
but without your love I am lost and alone,
I miss your heart the sound the tone.

The Phantom of the Opera /Love Never Dies: the poem

by Vivienne poet on December 26, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Beauty and the Beast love each other long,
Beauty find another love equally as strong,
a handsome Beau brave with a stout-heart,
Beauty must chose the Beast or her  Beau or her art,
at the Beast's hand many lose their life,
while Beast and Beau fight for beauty as wife,
in terror Beau takes Beauty away sent away by the Beast,
10 years later the Beast is considered deceased,
the lovelorn Beast plots to see his Beauty again,
Beauty is Beau's wife  they have a scion,
the Beast meets the Beauty who confronts him over abandoning after a moment of passion,
he claims he left her out of compassion,
Beau realizes that the Beast is their master,
the beast confront a drunken miserable Beau not this time threatening disaster,
Beau and the Beast make a wager for their fate,
she has had a hard life with her Beau her mate,
she must chose the Beast or her Beau who will she chose?
Look with your heart she tells her son  who will lose?
she sings on last aria,
her son can't be found in the area,
the Beast lose his cool he knows someone has stolen his own son,
the find him with Meg Giry holding to his head a gun,
Meg thinks Beauty and son are stealing her thunder,
she let's him go asunder,
the Beast says "we all can't be like Christine" mad Meg is suicidal she snaps,
in the tussle Beauty is shot then collapses,
Beast weeping at her side,
their son run aside,
Madame Giry comfort her daughter,
dying Beauty of slaughter,
comforts her Beast and tells him to love and be there for their son,
she dies her son and Beau who he went to fetch come on.






IMVU full song version by me

Author notes

Based on the Andrew Lloyd Webber musicals

Poem from Mr Darcy to Mrs Darcy

by Vivienne poet on December 23, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I was given hope beyond hope by your refusing to say never,
I knew if you were decidedly against me you would not dither,
I knew I had a chance of you not refusing,
I came forthwith to see you again trying,
you said yes to my great joy,
I did not this time you annoy.

Author notes

poem written by Mr Darcy to his new wife Lizzy based on the novel Pride and Prejudice

Are Thee A fairy: the extended version

by Vivienne poet on December 23, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Who is that lass that spooked my horse a fairy  or a  sprite?
floating right in front of the nose of my horse,
oh damn is my leg is hurt I wonder if is it alright?
where did she come from? now she shows remorse,
nice lass now she is helping me back to my horse's side to make amends,
she must be new she does say she came from my home and I've seen her never,
"Pilot, where is that damn dog? oh there you are," my pet dog Pilot in my disability does attends,
I leave the ethereal lass with Pilot flowing close behind my horse riding to the west I am not sure if we'll meet again the fairy and I, my thoughts return to the worries of inclement stormy weather.
The storm hits when I get home,
there I sat a read about the fall of Rome,
while read in walked Adèle  chased by the fairy lady,
the lady was taken aback to my being here sitting at home with my malady,
"Who are you"  I asked her,
"Jane Eyre," was the reply of her,
She was Adèle's governess,
I felt a mess,
she asked who I was,
Edward Rocheshter master of this house" I replied, she ahs.
Never did I dream that that fairy would make me so happy all my life,
as my dear beloved wife

Author notes

re-write of poem about meeting of Jane Eyre and Rochester from Jane Eyre

T-Rex

by Vivienne poet on December 22, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I fear the the fearsome tyrant lizard,
from head to gizzard,
because If we met that's where I'd end,
you can not a Tryant Lizard befriend,
they are eating machines,
they can squash you to smithereens,
weedy little arms or not,
with their head you'll be caught.


My Favourite T Rex Documentary where I got the term weedy arms

The Christmas Tree

by Vivienne poet on December 22, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Tree of beauty, tree of scent,
tree for a boy who was heaven sent,
decorated with tinsel and light,
oh what a heavenly sight,
an angel or star a top,
your beauty never will stop,
ribbons a flow,
baubles aglow,
o tree of pure green
wrapped presents of gifts unseen,
the presents lie bellow,
best place before a window.

http://ap-pics2.gotpoem.com/ap-pics/contest/2660/27.jpg?classic_tree.jp

Gnome Tales

by Vivienne poet on December 22, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Santa is a gnome,
he goes from home to home,
giving gifts to good children,
a gift for Charlie, a gift for Rupert and Adrienne,
he takes note of who is good no not Loki, yes to Thor,
he goes to the US, Russia, England even little Timor,
he likes biscuits and beer,
he rides sleigh dragged by magical rein deer,
leave out some carrots and beer when he's near,
you'd better sleep soon he'll be here.


see santa gnome here
https://www.google.com.au/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0ahUKEwi6v6Ofx_DJAhWFFaYKHbUgBWwQjRwIBw&url=%2Furl%3Fsa%3Di%26rct%3Dj%26q%3D%26esrc%3Ds%26source%3Dimages%26cd%3D%26cad%3Drja%26uact%3D8%26ved%3D0ahUKEwi6v6Ofx_DJAhWFFaYKHbUgBWwQjRwIBw%26url%3Dhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.samsclub.com%252Fsams%252Fsanta-claus-gnome%252Fprod5780131.ip%26psig%3DAFQjCNFudMGMyDGGSqLclA7IIBjku67QHg%26ust%3D1450911111308845&psig=AFQjCNFudMGMyDGGSqLclA7IIBjku67QHg&ust=1450911111308845

Author notes

finally an excuse to write about gnomes love them

In Dreams

by Vivienne poet on December 22, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

In the vague glow of dreams
nothing is as it seems,
all things bare another meaning,
the dream is a form of mental cleaning,
a cat could be a dog,
a rat could be a frog,
dreams are never true to life,
a cricket bat in a match could be a knife,
in the vague glow of dreams
nothing is as it seems.

Author notes

Imagery is in dreams as well as poetry.

Are Thee A fairy

by Vivienne poet on December 22, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Who is that lass that spooked my horse a fairy sprite?
floating in front of my horse,
damn is my leg is hurt is it alright?
where did she come from? now she shows remorse,
she's helping me back to my horse to make amends,
she must be new she came from my home and I've seen her never,
"Pilot, where is that damn dog? oh there you are," Pilot in my disability attends,
I leave with Pilot not sure if we'll meet again the fairy and I, my thoughts return to the inclement weather.

Author notes

Mr Rochester's meeting with Jane Eyre in poetic langue plot based on Jane Eyre

Poetic Book of Wisdom

by Vivienne poet on December 22, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Life is like a box of chocolates you don't know what you'll get,
life unpredictable you never see it coming,
after life we always forget,
life is always going,
sad as death is it's a fixture,
birth and death is the eternal cycle of life,
in lives there's a mixture,
change is also rife.

A Bad Poem

by Vivienne poet on December 22, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

On the mat sat the cat,
the fox jumped over the dog,
over the ground flew the bat,
on the lily pad sat the frog.

Author notes

For contest Write Unlike Yourself I write here like a bad poet It's painful writing this bad

A Walk In The Park

by Vivienne poet on December 22, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

The birds are singing like silver chimes,
the grass is lush and green,
the shadows tell the times,
it's the nicest place I've been,
I sit by the pond a duck floats by,
I smile,
I listen to the ducks quacking and the water flowing,
I sit a while,
I see a fish bobbing to the surface on occasion,
a duck turn down nodding in the water,
I throw bread to the ducks they troop in force like an invasion,
how they go for the bread is like a slaughter,
I run out of bread,
so I stand look at the fat ducks and smile,
they are well fed,
so I leave the park for a while,

Author notes

feeding ducks on a walk in a park

The Flow of Magical Words

by Vivienne poet on December 22, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I love words, which pour easily from my pen,
when I put pen to paper a world of words does open,
it flows on the page it's soulmate,
though no one can read the scrawl of words which well inside and opens a gate,
out comes beauty, rhymes of passion, sage words and gloom,
rhyming poem, deathly prose dark as the hand of doom,
the right word is magic in my hand,
like a lover sigh lightly fanned.

Author notes

My art in the words of a poet

Decend into hell

by Vivienne poet on December 21, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Fare thee well freedom and mirth,
fare thee well all I am worth,
I descend to depths of Hell,
for my life as a near do well,
what I would do to undo my fate,
what I would do for a moment before to wait,
I feel the fire and smell the brimstone,
I hear screams in every tone,
I hear my crimes judge and read out,
I feel like a common lout,
I am taken to my own personal place in Hell,
where forever I shall dwell.

Journey To The Nether-World And The World Beyond

by Vivienne poet on December 21, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Lost in death cold grasp,
I am within his clasp,
I see his scythe,
his bony hands I know I will lose my life,
he leads 3 dogs of death,
I feel I'm breathing my last breath,
the terror consumes my entire soul,
I'm sure it's his goal,
He takes me to another world,
to dwell in the land of the dead, in the nether-world.

Down and down we go ever eternally down,
til when we end in a land of fading hues of brown,
I look around to see we weren't alone,
where I exiled was a murky shadow of a town,


It was populated with people who fade with time like the land to nothing,
ghosts of those dead and gone, fading memories of the living,
reaching second death in oblivion,
I see someone I know she was partly faded her name was Vivienne,
she said  "all disappear who have died the soul is but a fading memory of life,
The reaper is ruler of this land of strife,
like ghosts in the living world destined to fade and die again,
like a pen the ink just runs out fades, so it go with the living and dead  of men."

Author notes

base on this picturehttps://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f4/23/d7/f423d7bd655a57879d91e5868a3130bd.jpg the poem sequel to this https://allpoetry.com/poem/13464923-A-Matter-of-Life-and-Death-by-Loki-Laufeysen

The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come haunts Ebeneezer Scrooge

by Vivienne poet on December 21, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Terror struck from a night of hauntings,
Scrooge trembled at the thought of his next meeting,
The last of the ghosts arrived grimly,
he was a shrouded skeleton he bore an air melancholy,
Scrooge felt like he as meeting death himself,
for this ghost to leave he would have given all he owned and his wealth,
he arose and followed the fearsome harbinger ghost,
he found himself in a dead man's house, he  felt pity for his despised-    deceased host,
he asked who was the dead man whose house within they did dwell,
by an open grave they did appear Scrooge felt his very soul chill as read the name on the grave it was his own name the ghost in a calculated attempt pushed Scrooge in  the hole which then turned to a never ending black
abyss it did swell,
Scrooge awoke in his bed twisting and turning in horror screaming,
had he truly been haunted and seen his grave or had he been dreaming,
he know not  what but he would make amends,
first with family and friends,
next with this world and the next word, the spirits had saved his soul,
there was no longer hole in his heart it was whole.

Author notes

The Ghost of Christmas Future haunts Scrooge a rendition http://betsymaxwelldotcom.files.wordpress.com/2011/12/the_ghost_of_christmas_future_450-1024x3931.jpg

Victim of Perfection

by Vivienne poet on December 21, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

The muscle bound wretch dreamed of  Hercules, Arnold  Strong,
to have muscles upon muscles  and leaf figure was it wrong,
no, it was not wrong to be a  figure of perfection with a olive tan,
who would no love them or want to be them if they can,
the day had come of the exhibition of perfection,
the show of muscles and tan complexion,
the muscle bound dreamer smiled in obvious accomplishment,
all the audience saw was a muscular joke of a woman smiling manically with a bad fake tan  a mere embarrassment.

95 words

Author notes

Inspired by this picture  http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/30400000/hahaha-funny-pictures-30418873-500-500.jpg

Time Heals All That Survive

by Vivienne poet on December 21, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Time heals all that survive life's trials and turmoils,
the heart becomes free and light, the fears and sadness recoils,
time makes the soul forget it's worries and troubles,
in time it doubles,
the sad grow less so and filled with a sense of stable joy,
though time makes us sad and fearful at times we are just times toy,
lost in a flow of times many whims
in times grasp all things that are and have been pales and dims,
to memories, dreams, and stories and has beens,
It's the ends of the means, time wipes and cleans,
all sorrow from the heart with the balm which is time's pure essence,
old fears and wounds heal in time it is time's quintessence.

Author notes

How does time heal?

Writer's Block

by Vivienne poet on December 21, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I can not write,
I lost my insight,
I can't spin a rhyme,
not at this time,
I have writers block,
my head is as pliable as a rock,
the words I need are hiding from my mind,
I'm falling behind,
I can't get my mind to unblock,
my head is like a faceless puppet sock.

Author notes

I am suffering a bit of lack inspiration and writer's block as I write this so I wrote a poem of how it feels

Muddy Tracks Upon The Floor

by Vivienne poet on December 21, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Muddy tracks upon the floor,
oh joy! Not! I have cleaning in store,
I wonder where the mud came from,
I feel glum.


poem on writer's block
http://allpoetry.com/poem/12427564-Writers-Block-by-Loki-Laufeysen

Author notes

Written in the midst of writers block

Coffee Addicts Anonymous

by Vivienne poet on December 20, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Hello my name is... I'm addicted to coffee,
my favorite coffee flavor is toffee,
I started drinking it when I was young,
I like the way it tastes on my tongue,
I can't give it up,
I try but in my hand I always am finding another cup.

a poem on writer's block
http://allpoetry.com/poem/12427564-Writers-Block-by-Loki-Laufeysen

Author notes

Written in the midst of writers block

Excuses why I can't write this poem (adult language)

by Vivienne poet on December 19, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I can't write this poem because I'm putting it off,
I can't write this poem because my cat is sitting on the keyboard and I'm pissed off,
I can't write this poem because I'm not in the zone,
I can't write this poem because I can't make it my own,
I can't write this poem because the kids won't give me a second,
I can't write this poem because the boss gave work to do at the days end,
I can't write this poem because I don't have the time,
I can't write this poem because I won't get a dime,
I can't write this poem because I don't have the skill,
I can't write this poem because the dog is ill,
I can't write this poem because I can't elaborate,
I can't write this poem because I procrastinate.

Author notes

Procrastination at work

A Moonlight Walk- an atmospheric piece

by Vivienne poet on December 19, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Oh I love the romance of a Moonlight walk,
when the Moon is full  near a mountain of rock,
glistening in the soft wan light of the night,
with daisies glowing silver and bright,
in the forest heights sing the night birds in flight,
who dared mock the beauty of the deep night,
the path glows silvery the trees form eerie shadows,
the brush form dark groves  with silver windows,
a deer or a rabbit rustles
in the brush nearby,
the all encompassing  mist has a magical  air thereby,
haunting my senses with a ethereal sense of peace,
the wind lightly sings in the trees I am at ease.
the air is cool and crisp,
leaves float by in a wisp,

play video for sound effects as you read

Author notes

A magical atmospheric poem

The blood is the life

by Vivienne poet on December 19, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I once met a man from an old land,
who told me of the creatures of the night please understand,
he was a hunter by trade,
before me a bloody wooden stake he laid,


he muttered the blood is the life,
looking at it I wonder why not use a knife,
I asked what he did hunt with a stake,
he said vampires before they wake,

he used the stake I had no doubt,
I said the dead do not go out,
he knew I did not believe
so he did apologized and took his leave.

A Stroll In The Night

by Vivienne poet on December 19, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

The cold breath of winter chills us to our bones,
the moon glows eerily and the wind moans,
smoke billows lightly from chimneys in the cold air,
we walk hand in hand without a care,
admiring the beauty and strangeness of the night,
under her winter clothes of white,

Dance of the Grinches

by Vivienne poet on December 19, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Bah Humbug! It's Christmas time,
When sensible people lose all their money it's winter time,
hate winter the ice and snow,
the houses a glow,
The no parking,
the people sing,
The traffic jams
the hams,
the empty stores,
the wreaths on doors,

Author notes

christmas, xmas, grinch, scrooge, anti-christmas,

Kitty's Christmas Frolic

by Vivienne poet on December 19, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Kitty thinks the tree is a toy,
it brings lots of joy,
Kitty's owner puts a hat and scarf on Kitty,
apparently the owner thinks it's pretty,
Kitty's owner poses Kitty for pictures,
Kitty plays with the Christmas fixtures,
Her owner goes spare,
Kitty doesn't care,


50 words


Just to make you smile I add the next thing

                        Merry Christmas

Author notes

cats, Christmas, xmas, kitty, cats, pets,

It's just a sigh

by Vivienne poet on December 18, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I hear my lover breathe a sigh,
I wonder why,
I wonder am I tiring him,
or was it just a whim,
Was it a sigh of love,
brought from heaven above,
I wonder why he would sigh,
am I trying him or was it a lie,
I am I reading too much in it?
am I being a half wit?
but why did he sigh?
would he of it deny?
was he in pain?
am i being insane?
was he sad?
does he feel bad?
is he sorrowful,
his sigh was beautiful,
oh why did he sigh?
will he say goodbye?
Why did you sigh?
he did not reply.

Author notes

over analysis on a sigh buy a mind blind person

The Snow

by Vivienne poet on December 17, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

In the deep cold breath of winter when the snow lay thick and deep.
I saw a robin laying on the snow in death's cold sleep,

frozen by the snows cold touch,
in deaths ardent clutch,

he lay forgotten there by all but me,
he haunted my mind and was all I could see,

though most around were celebrating the yule tide,
my memories returned to where grave less lied,

killed by the yule tide snow,
left forgotten now lost in the flow.

Author notes

in the style of Emily Dickenson  inspirations


the poem a reading

My last breath

by Vivienne poet on December 17, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

As I lay dying alone knowing my life is about to end,
My life rushing before my minds eye happy day sad days and deep cutting regrets and visions of those I will join in my mind blend,
tears of sadness stream down my paling wax like face,
I wander how long is death's pace,
my waxen hand is dying fast,
I feel it coming so fast alone unseen I breath my last,

Author notes

point of view of a dying person obviosly it's the spirit retelling as there is no one to tell

The Rose

by Vivienne poet on December 13, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

A red rose is like love,
a red rose bares airs like sweet like love,
a red rose is the color of the heart,
a red rose bares a thorn that can like love hurt,
a red rose can break like hearts,
a red rose is like love as it starts,
beauty un-compared,
a red rose looks best paired,

The Soul Redux: conversation between to soul mates

by Vivienne poet on December 13, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Don't I know you from somewhere?
No but you that I do not care!
I feel I known you forever!
I have known you never!
You remind me of a good wife!
No not in this life!

Death

by Vivienne poet on December 13, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

In the throws of her last last breath
the sainted maid lay desperately gasping for air trying fight her upcoming death,
under the her breath she tried to speak what would be her final words,
she lets out a death rattle and her soul soured like a bird,
heaven her destination,
she left those beside her mortal coil in sorrow and consternation.

The Raven Demise

by Vivienne poet on December 13, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

The Raven lay dying in pool of blood and feathers after being run over,
in it's last thoughts the raven imagined the wind in it wings soaring above the street and rolling cars bellow where he last was to hover,
a sudden gust blew him off course to the ground where waddled across the road at the wrong time and a car struck him,
the raven awoke from his dream of his death to find his eyes slowly growing heavy and dim.

Author notes

death of a raven who remembers his last moments before he dies

Kiss me my darling

by Vivienne poet on December 12, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

My fevered lips are longing to caress yours
don't be shy my sweet guy I do not bite I want but a to touch your worlds doors,
we stand in our hands brush my only wish is to brush our lips,
night has come the moon is full I am in a eclipse
fevered night has taken my heart you alone can cure me,
the witching hour is near the time has come when our love should be,
hear my plea I only want your caress with it bliss
I burn, burn for you and your sweet kiss.

Loki

by Vivienne poet on December 12, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Oh lord of mischief god by name,
you have thy own need for fame,
to rule is thy only dream as you so oft' proclaim,
although when you lose heart we never hear you complain,
thy adopted blood brother Thor is your only pain,
some call thee insane,
but wait till thy dreams come true and their doubts will wain,
let the Avengers squabble while you take the the slow lane.

Dimetrodon in the parlor

by Vivienne poet on December 12, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

I don't know about you but the sail backed dimetrodon to me is our funniest for bearer but who cares,
I see us some times with amusement as dimetrodons sitting impossibly in chairs,
down the street I spy them walking alone, and in pairs,
i know it's only imagination and evolution but what pleasant time it spares.

Death and Change

by Vivienne poet on December 12, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

From birth they stalk all that live and exist to their end,
with out them the world would end in the flames of the eternal  crush of-      all that ever was for most it is beyond what they can comprehend,
believe me if no one changed or died the world would be over populated to-it's destruction,
in death and change the word and universe thus find room for new- construction,

Author notes

the purpose of change and death

If I could undo the past

by Vivienne poet on December 12, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

In a moment I would raise those lost on the titanic saying go slow,
in heartbeat would dare to undo wars and destruction of lives lost in wars to- and throw,
I would stop the flight of the Hindenburg's entrance into eternity,
the reign of terror that washed Paris in blood would never happen leaving -all in prosperity,
were it only possible I would unmake all histories woes,
but there must be the woes to make the world run ever forward In seamless- rhythm of creations and destructions until its close

Author notes

without woe in the world more will come lessons are learned from past woes preventing future woes.

Cyrano de Bergerac's Seranade

by Vivienne poet on December 4, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

Eyes like a day so sunny,
voice as soft as a lover's caress,
lips as sweet as honey,
hand as eloquent as the child of a goddess,
why do you tremble at my touch?
I don't want to hurt you you're safe,
I don't ask of you much,
I am no nave.
Eyes as bright as the sun you are the one,
love pure as snow,
fear not love I am no Don Juan,
A heart alone is a sad lonely heart,
don't let our aching hearts ever die with lovesick hurt apart.


The movie in English




The play in English

Author notes

with play and movie picture is David Wenham as stage Cyrano in Australia his homeland

Without Him All Is Pain

by Vivienne poet on December 4, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

He is gone I am lost and alone I wonder if he is?
my heart is dying with bitter anguish to know not how he is.
Knowing we must be in this world together but appart is more than I can bare,
feeling he doesn't love me he doesn't care,
I fear the love that burned so bright in his sacred heart has died,
with him gone all I've done is cried,
I wish, I pray, I hope I can see him again,
without him all is pain.

The Last Time In Her Life

by Vivienne poet on December 4, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

She lay smiling weakly with her cold blue tinged lips on her last Earthly bed looking up at her last love in life,
she reaches up to him for one last caress of her lover's face,
he stood smiling bravely at his dying young wife,
a tear ran down her leaden face never to run again remembering better days,
she looks one last time about the room she lies,
then up to the trees beyond the last room of life's oppressive walls,
she talks her last words with laboured breath and dies,
sadly moments before she left the Grandfather clock grimly tolls,
her last words went all unheard,
she spoke never more it was the last time in her life she went unheard.
Her love fell by her side,
in anguish he cried.
It was the last time in her life she was cried over.

The Queen of Flowers

by Vivienne poet on December 4, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

The hyacinth bares the sweetest airs,
the heliotrope are divinely scented and beautiful yet are deadly,
the daisy dainty and free of cares,
bright narcissus fill many a meadow and lea,
the tulip is beauty and sweetness in one merged,
the bluebell is pretty and quaint,
the iris is so pleasing to the eye collecting them is urged,
the marigold is the flower of the virgin saint,
freesia is blithe and care free,
violets and lilacs are for some inviting to the nose,
but their glory is lost on me,
all flower pale and wither to the goddess of flowers, the queen of flowers, the rose.

Author notes

wrote few years ago

A Perfect Spring Day Lost

by Vivienne poet on December 4, 2015.  © Rachel Lawson, All rights reserved

The sweet tang of spring is in the air,
the birds sing their songs like silver chimes beyond my window,
I am intoxicated with it's beauty beyond compare,
my heart is enlivened by spring's vivid glow.

Author notes

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