[poetry] A Word from the Wise

To you who work in Customer Service –
Consider this a word from the wise.

Do not give lip to your bread and butter
For never shall it grease your wheel.
The rust will envelop your spokes
And leave you thus to squander.

If your bread and butter is older than you
Respect it, you must!
If not for that bread, you would be nothing!
An insignificant fleck of dust.
The foulest of dander surrounds your countenance.

Learn from this, you must!
The bread and butter is always right.
Ne’er shall it lead you astray.
Heed these words from one wiser than yourself.

Egotism shall never show you the way
But the route most humble always shall.

[poetry] The Real Me

Please!

For the love of all things good.

Heed my simple words:

I don’t have to be pretty.

I don’t need to hide behind

Layers of makeup that don’t

Show me in the least.

I don’t wear the latest fashions.

I don’t drink or go to clubs.

I am who I am and my inner beauty shines.

I’m sorry you don’t like this

Or the way I do my hair.

I’ll never be the cookie cutter girl

And I’ll never do what others

Expect me to do.

I will never be perfect.

I will never be thin.

I may not be accepted but truthfully?

That’s okay with me.

I never claimed to be perfect.

I’ve never claimed to be neat.

I prefer comfort over the latter.

And hey, I like those books I read.

I don’t need your insincerity and

I sure as hell don’t need your drama.

There’s only one thing that I

Could ever want in this world.

I want the world to see the real me

In everything I do.

[original] Chronicles of Enceladus – Four

Six months had passed in the blink of an eye as Zosimus entered Jem’s small, undecorated room and woke the little girl.  She whined sleepily and curled away from his touch as the lights flickered into life at the snap of his fingers.  He watched with a smile on his face as she burrowed into the blanket.

“Jem, it is time to get up,” Zosimus chided her softly as he began pulling the white comforter away from her.

She did not like the mornings one bit.  They were the coldest time of the day for her and it was always a bit of a war to get the little girl out of her bed in the mornings.  Most children who were sent down from the Cribs only needed the heating pad of their beds on for the first few weeks.  In Jem’s case, they had remained on because of her aversion to the cold.  She was more accustomed to it than six months previous but when the cold snap had begun, Zosimus had had no choice but turn it back on for her.

“I know that you are cold but I have warm clothes for you to wear,” he said soothingly.  “Today is your initiation into the Angbroda and you will be sent away if you do not go through with this.”

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[original] Chronicles of Enceladus – Three

It had been six months since Jem had come to Enceladus.  It was also her birthday; her seventh to be exact.  She had grown by two inches instead of shrinking as most of the children did and had fully come out of her shell.  She could walk under her own power and no longer required periods of rest.  She was a bright, happy child who brought a sense of joy to those who knew her.  She was strong enough to be a normal kid in an abnormal world.  She sat in the office of the doctor who had been caring for her since her arrival, her face glued to the tablet in front of her.

“Jem,” Julian called.  “You can come in now.”

“Can I have five more minutes please?  I just got –“

“Jem, put the tablet down,” the doctor broke in.  “I do not have all day to wait for you to finish whatever you are doing.”

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[original] Chronicles of Enceladus – Two

Jem’s eyes opened slowly and took quite some time to focus as she reached out a hand to feel for the barrier that blocked Daddy from her.  She felt warm and comfortable wherever she was.  There was a faint beeping in the background that was easy to ignore before a strange face appeared over the edge of the bed she was placed in.  She sat up with a start before slumping forward.  It was her first time experiencing gravity and it left her feeling ill as she was gently placed back into her original position.  Even those simple movements left her dizzy and tired.

“Zosimus,” a voice called out.  “Your charge is awake.”

“Ah,” a gravelly voice responded.  “What is her condition?”

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[original] Chronicles of Enceladus – One (rewrite!)

And here I am, giving my story of The Child of Destiny another go! This is my work for Camp NaNoWriMo. Check the links page for further details! Thoughts so far would be greatly appreciated. 😀

The planet was Enceladus.  It is a world comprised of ice that is surprisingly teeming with life.  The people of other worlds had always thought that it was an inhabitable world.  That is, until the domes were built in the numerous craters that meteors had created over the millennia.  The planet was farthest away from the sun of its system and was the only planet of its name.  Its days were short and only those who were deemed strong enough after initiation could live on its surface.  The lone moon of the world orbited on an abstract route and made the days pass in a lazy manner.

Even as the lazy moon as it was called by the people of Enceladus lived on its surface, several stations orbited the planet that were teeming with young life.  It was there on those station that the young were bred for habitation.  They began their studies at an early age and did not hesitate to send the weaker children to a lone station farthest from the planet.  These children were special and were deemed to have special gifts that would be vital to the prosperity of their world in the near future.  These little ones were far and few between.  They were pale skinned, light haired and bright eyed children who were sent to a lone man for care.

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[original] Get Thee Gone!

The old man sat precariously on the throne, guarded by several large pyres of ice.  Icy blue skin and eyes contrasted tremendously with his white hair, woolly beard and rich robes, and a mischievous smile gave his face a mischievous look.  Where was he going to send the next squall or blizzard?  Germany?  France?  Southwestern Ontario, Canada?  The wicked grin changed to a thoughtful frown as his pyres began to shrink.  He knew that his time on the throne was coming to an end soon.  He had to throw out as many storms and pleasantries of his season before the enormous doors banged open.

“Old Man Winter!” Came her cheery voice.  “Times up!”

“Ah yes,” he said as snowflakes blew out with every word.  “Spring.  How have you been dear?”

Spring was a budding woman no older than thirty with green curly hair tumbling down her shoulders.  Her golden eyes shined with renewal, and her hands were placed precariously on her hips.  Broad leaves covered her slender figure before she stormed up to the ice barrier and pointed a long, green nail from an avocado toned finger that graced her whole body.  The overuse of green in springs’ attire annoyed Winter to no end.

“How have I been, Old Man?” She asked tartly.  “How have I been?!  I’ve been trying to warm this area up for weeks, and you keep pushing me away because you feel inclined to drop another three feet of snow on some poor town.”

Winter heaved a mighty, dreary sigh before flicking his weathered wrists to give Spring a path to enter.  “Come Spring, why all this complaining?  I’m only doing my job, the same as you.”

“I quite happen to like the sounds of baby birds and smells of tulips, thanks.” She responded crisply.  “Winter is over, Old Man and it’s my turn to play on the throne for the next little bit.”

“Tell me Spring,” Winter challenged.  “How do you propose to get me off my throne?  The world would look fantastic in a blanket of white, don’t you think?”

“Let me think about that,” Spring spat back.  “No.  Never.  Not gonna happen.  Pack your bags, clear out the chambers and for the love of all things sane, get rid of all this ice!

Winter’s booming laughter reverberated in the large hall before he rose to his feet.  Spring had always amused him and he felt like taunting her a bit more.  She was like a cat chasing a ball full of catnip when she rose to the occasion like this.  “Tell me Spring, if I were to… abdicate the throne to you today, what would you give me in return?”

“What’s in this for you?  Simple,” she said confidently with a snap of her fingers.  Threads of green began creeping up the old man’s legs.  “You hand over the throne, and I won’t turn you into a green old man Winter.”

He smirked at her spunky nature.  “Really Spring.  You would turn this poor old man into a hedge statue.  Really my sweet girl, you wound me.”

“I could always turn you into a tree.  You’re certainly tall enough, and the bird and squirrels would love to make their homes on or in you,” she shot back with a wink.  “A nice flowering Tulip Tree would suit you just fine.”

“Really my dear, you know I don’t like tulips.” He groaned.

“Thus their appeal.” She returned smugly.  “Big, tall and pink, purple and white all spring.  After that, Summer would have a blast with you!”

“Ah yes, Summer has always been a pain.”

“We’re the younger seasons, old man.  We’re supposed to be carefree and fun.  You and Fall?  Well, you’re the old farts who try to keep the young’uns in line and all that old fart stuff that Fall spouts.”

Winter shook his head at the girl before levelling a hard look at her.  “Watch your tone or I’ll refuse to give you the throne six weeks early.”

Spring waved her dismissively at the threat.  “Please, like anybody believes what those groundhogs say.  I bet you’ve been paying them to see their shadows and go back to sleep for another six weeks.”

Clever girl thought Winter and Spring merely grinned that smug little grin of hers.

“You can correct me if I’m wrong,” she quipped.

SILENCE!” He bellowed before stepping off the throne’s dais.  He glared daggers at the girl before sweeping past her with one last cold blast.  “Foolish child, you’ll pay for this insolence next year.”

“I’ll be waiting,” she quipped in response.

Spring skipped up the dais and settled herself on it as the pyres of ice were quickly disposed of and replaced with several broad, newly budding trees.  The chamber was filled with the scent of the forest as Winter slammed the doors behind him.  Year after year, Spring always reminded Winter of one solitary point.

Spring was more than a pretty face.

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This post was inspired by this prompt.  Although, instead of making Spring male, I opted for a female, more spunky Spring!  Also, Grammarly is amazing. If you have the extra cash lying around, give it a shot.

[poetry] Powers that Be

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Today I pray to the powers that be,

For the peace of mind to get through my day.

For the insight to recognize that my problems – while significant,

Are insignificant in our world today.

For the clarity to know that my livelihood is helping others.

 

Today I pray to the powers that be,

For the strength to rise up and stand for what I believe in.

For the power of love that radiates all around me.

For the creativity that courses through my veins.

For the belief that one day, things will get better.

 

Today I pray to the powers that be.

[poetry] To My Dearest Friends

Here we have ourselves, a Valediction! Also known as, an elaborate way of saying goodbye to someone. Or in this, so long.

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Goodbyes are hard enough as it is.

But when people just disappear all the time,

It’s hard to keep going after

Everything that’s happened.

But here I sit, writing this letter.

For me though, it’s not goodbye;

More like “So long.”

For every little thing you’ve done for me,

I can’t thank you enough.

You’ve always been there,

Through thick and thin, good and bad.

You let me lean on your when I cried,

Took care of me when I was sick or hurt.

The time we fought or

Trained together meant the world to me.

You guys are part of my family;

And they’re a ll so precious to me.

We’ve laugh and cried, screamed

And shouted. But please understand

That I never wanted to leave.

I’m not the kinda gal to beg

So put up with it just this once for my sake?

Don’t ever forget me.

I’ll never forget you.

We’ll meet again someday

I just know it!

We’re bonded together now

In a very tight chain.

Our links will never be apart.

Just like I’ll never be apart

From you.

So long my dear friends,

We’ll be together soon.

[poetry] Adventure

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I suppose one could say that getting back into writing poetry is going to let me explore the different styles all over again.  The other day, I wrote a sonnet and I appreciate those likes that every one left!  Today, I bring to you a dramatic monologue.  Enjoy it! 😀

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Come here, my child and listen well.

For today I have a wondrous story to tell.

It involves a young boy who loved to climb trees

And of the marvellous sights that he saw.

He began to climb trees at the age of three.

Much to the chagrin of his Mother,

He was quite sturdy on his feet and grinned a toothy grin

At his Mother whilst she stared in horror

At her baby boy.

He didn’t climb high

This boy was most certainly not feline in nature

As one day, he fell at the tender age of six.

With his arm in a cast and a sulk about his countenance

But alas, for it did not break his spirit.

The minute that the cast was removed,

He was ready to climb again.

He leapt out of the car and with a

Mighty barrelling that shook the earth around him to its core,

He cascaded up the tree, tickled pink to feel

The rough texture of bark under his fingers again.

His Mother, petrified to the ground by the gate to their yard

Stared slackjaw and wide-eyed at her reckless little boy.

Boys will be boys, she thought, oh she thought hard.

And in the end, when the little boy was done with his climb,

He came inside to eat dinner with the broadest

Grin on his face that his parents had ever seen.

They knew then and there what they’d been

Denying, avoiding, for such a long time.

They realized then and they still believe it now.

For their little boy with his scraped elbows,

Dirty knees and

Grass-stained denim shorts,

That he was destined for great things.

And great things he did.

He lives in our history, an icon, a martyr.

When the world cried foul after his many

Innings as a pitcher of politics,

He was cast aside, assassinated

And grew to infamy.

So I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m telling you this tale

Of adventure and tragedy.

Your life is a blessing and

You should take care.

Your adventure has just begun and

Don’t ever dream of letting it get away.