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Invisible Fear

Peekaboo
I see you
But you do not see me

Clammy sweat
Palms get wet
You want to run, be free

Shiver, shake
Wide eyes make
You give a stiffled scream

Unclear doubt
What's about
Feel's like  horrible dream

Heartbeats race
You hide  face
You can't this torture bear

Close behind
Me you'll find
You know my name as Fear

You can't see
Wicked me
But Fear is always near!


~ 29 Apr 2016~
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Being invisible #2  - Poetry Contest 

Note:
Fear is the companion of everybody. Silient, irrational, omnipresent, and INVISIBLE. Fear always lurks around the corner, it is invisible and strikes one suddenly. It is diffiult to come to terms with it let alone recognise it. The scream of the drowning person, or the suffocating feeling or terror of a phobia, are all manifestations of FEAR - once you face it, it vanishes!

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Amanuenses - Origins

Scented smoke from sandalwood upwards rose
As the venerable sage in yogic pose
Chanted arcane, esoteric Vedic prose.

The Sylvan glade with marigold and rose,
Where the doe with its deer fearlessly goes,
For its tranquility the Rishi chose.

The ancient mantras of mysterious force
Stirred up the Asuras, put them in throes,
Invoked the Deva, who blessings bestows.

The demons destroyed, there were no further woes,
The sage sat in peace his sagas to compose.
Born thus were amanuenses of Epics, I suppose.


~ 10 May 2016 ~

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Nearly To Hell

Through eldritch streets I walked alone
With shadows on my track,
Full jellied was  my every bone,
I thought my mind would crack.

Through mist and morbid mire I went
To revel where gargoyles dwell,
A guest whose soul was spent,
To meet the host - the King of Hell!

Through caverns dark I made my way,
The squelch of shoe, the crack of bone,
Chittering  squeaks from shadowy grays,
Would never leave me alone.

At last I reached the caverned maw,
Ceiling glint with stalactites,
And of course its bretheren  I saw,
The saber-toothed stalagmites.

And on the high-domed  hellish lair
Hung a grinning crystal skull,
It threw a ghoulish,  greening glare
Which made my senses dull.

All around there was a damp,
A noxious putrid smell,
And slightly a-centre on a ramp,
Stood grinning the Lord of Hell.

His feet were hooved, his head was horned,
He flashed his fang-like teeth.
His eyes were huge and darkly burned;
Heart stopped, I could hardly breathe!

"Welcome", boomed my infernal host,
And flashed a rotting smile,
"A welcome drink, a one-time toast,
Before you join my rank and file!"

Something clammy seized my mind,
My clothes turned very wet,
I screamed and woke myself to find
I wasn't dead as yet.

But close to it I surely was,
My  narco-ed mind amid I had lain,
At hell's door without a fuss,
When with maddened mind I'd cut my vein!

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The Tale of the Williwonk

The Williwonk rose from its hibernating sleep
And jumped up in joy with a sinuous leap.
Time for some mischief, he mischievously said,
I'll shake up Manvile and fill them with dread.

For such a vile creature was the Williwonk,  you see
Quite different from the likes of you and me.
He had a large head like that of a sheep,
With two twisted horns and a nose that went beep, beep.

It's ears were like vanes you find on windmills
And a very long tail with prehensile  skills.
Its hands were not two like you normally see
But all knobby  and twisted -  they were numbered three.

The Williwonk had no friend nor any foe
And lived in the hills in a darkened grotto.
In the long cold winters when snow descended
The Williwonk lay down and slept in a sleep unended,
Till the spring time thawed the snow on the ground
And Manville and birds filled the air with their sound.

The Williwonk emerged from his dank smelly home,
And rolled down the hillside to where the Man-things roam.
It sneaked into the warehouse where Superglue's kept
And stole two cans and out he crept.

The next stop for the creature was where candy was made
Soft, hard and medium, candy in colours of each and every shade.
With a gleeful grunt and most wicked little smirks
The Williwonk upended Superglue in the works.

Then off to his grotto did the Williwonk go,
The results of his handiwork next day would show.
The rest of the day the Williwonk relaxed,
He trimmed out his whiskers, his ears he dewaxed.

Come the morrow, he ventured quietly into town,
Hiding in the earthworks (you see he was brown).
He saw the havoc that the Superglue had done,
And crept into town to have some fun.

A group of kids to the Candy Store went,
And there on the goodies their money they spent.
They giggled with joy and were quite thrilled
That their cravings for sweetness would soon be fulfilled.

But soon to their dismay  and a bit to their shock,
They found that their candy had all turned to rock.
They cried and they sniffled at the turn of events
And promptly complained to their doting parents.

There was uproar in Manville, the elders were enraged.
It's the work of the Williwonk, he's got be erased!
We've tolerated his nonsense, now he's gone way too far,
Every year he does something our happiness to mar.

The Williwonk he shivered, 
with fear he quivered.
He ran to his grotto and hid;
And wondered deep and long at the mischief he did.

He reflected with wisdom which had dawned on him late
That it was foolhardy to meddle with fickle-minded fate.
If Manville thought it fit, it could rise up as a man
And hound him to death - such hate it could fan.

So deep he thought of his hateful ways
And decided to mend himself for the rest of his days.
He'd stop wallowing in self-pity, mischief discard,
From waywardness and hate he would henceforth keep guard.

With deep remorse and resolve, the Williwonk got bold,
He dug deep in his cave and mined a pot of gold.
He dressed in his best and went into town,
And stood in front of Townhall on greens freshly mown.

I declare, he said to the gathering crowd,
I swear, he said, in a voice that was loud.
I eschew my Williwonkness from this day onwards
And if I err you may give my just rewards.

Now Man-things knew through wisdom of old,
That Forgiveness was a virtue (and of course there was gold).
The Williwonk was forgiven, his deeds forgotten.
His looks took a change, his heart was not rotten.

So the Williwonk now lives in a modest house in Manville
He now eats fine candy not the Williwonk swill.
And you can hear him laugh loud
As he jokes with the crowd.

Oh, I forgot to tell,
The Williwonk does sell
The finest candy at the store
With "WILLIWONK CANDY" on the door!

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No Choice!

I hate it when I'm
       told to do
This damn thing
       or that.

And I hate it
When I don't do it
And am made to
      feel a rat!

So what is it that
      I hate much more
To do or not to do?

The former is within myself
      The latter within me, too!

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Bees Waggle

I buzzed around
Amid our clan’s beesound.
My swarm buzzed in cloud
In beespeak spoke aloud.

But the babble of the bees
Suddenly did cease,
For one with gut swollen,
Legs burdened by pollen,
Dropped out of the swarm
And sounded an alarm.

We came to a rest,
Behaved at our best,
To ken what he’d  say,
On this blessed day.

He dropped on the ground,
Did a hop and a bound.
Like showman he pranced,
Strutted and danced,
Clockwise he went,
Clear message he sent.

It was the bees waggle!
It told the straggle
Where lay the flowers,
Nectar and pollen showers!


So off we took to flight,
All of us were light,
To be glutted by dusk,
With bounty of bees' musk!

Basking in the sun,
His waggle now done,
The hero of the bees,
Gloried as the bee’s knees!

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A Salute To the Fallen

Brass handles, polished,  
Purple  satin,  heavenly,  
Perfect   wedding   suit,  
National   flag   neatly  draped.
I  salute  thee,  soldier   mine! 


~ 25 May 2016~

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Seeds of Revenge

hate
simmers
bubbling on
beneath the smile
waits

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Efficiency

Desk top
Chaos, clutter
Shredder coughs and sputters
No deadlines, no pressure, no work
Clean slate

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The Druid's Call

It was May Day and Beltane was the time
Druid Arwn with flowing mane his Grove did call
With upraised arms he did chant in ancient rime
The Sun God ascendeth, but the Solstice marketh his fall!

The 21 of Jun, Alban Hefin will be in the heavens
And crown him we will at his highest peak.
So go forth my orders of Incantations and covens
And hollyhock, and mandrake, and oaken mistletoe seek.

Cut down these herbs as Tanith rides on high
With sickle of gold as you mount on white bulls
Destined  at Solstice to bleed and to die
At the moment holy Henge with Sol's light fulls

So gather we will on the 20th of Jun
At the dale of the Henge at the rise of the Moon
To the centre of the circle we'll go up the ramp
We'll set up a pentagram and there we will camp.

As the Heel bathes in glory with the rays of the sun
We'll offer our bulls to the Lord of the Day
Send up our chants and surely have fun
And prepare for Alban Arthan - Lord of the Fey.

~25 May 2016~