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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

An old poem revisited


Loki Wyrd

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Some of you may actually remember this one. From back when I had little poetry background.

 

 

 

 

Sunshine and butterflies

Rainbows and flowers

I wonder if

If today will bring rain showers

Rain in your hair

Rain in your eyes

Things walking the street

Things in disguise

Nothing to worry over

No need to fret

They'll be stealing away children

All the children you've met

"Calm your pretty head

Never you mind

It's only a matter

A matter of time

They always come

And they will come soon

To take you away

Away with the monsoon"

The clouds begin to clear

And the children are missing

But never you mind where

For the birds sing, carefree

No more rainshowers

Only sunshine, and butterflies

Rainbows and flowers

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I walk through a door

Warm, sweaty air

Rushes through my hair

Silence whispering despair

Tread upon in Stygian tremor

Reverberating until

My footsteps rout

Their rise and fall mount

Evil draws near:

Brutal destruction

Of all I hold dear.

 

The door slams shut

Sound bounding off the walls

That constrain me

And the stink of its breath pervades

Looking into the eyes of the depraved

No solace for my soul

Save for the collective space

 

 

 

Your whole existence is feeding

On those who feel trapped

But I see

Slowly you eat yourself

Now that your bones have snapped

And skin drapes over you like so many garments

I see that you are but a construct of mine

To be cast aside

Into some forgotten corner

Into some forgotten time

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Stepping through the doorway

And all I see is everything

stretched

out

on a canvas

where time

is felt like texture

and the colors

convey particles of my being

Shapes are defined

by their surroundings

bound by a debris

of interaction

Now Perspective means

that

when

I

approach

there will be more to see

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Here I sit

A frog am I

Fairly quick

But not too sly

Thinking on days of yore

Like yesterday

And the day before

I do recall the water fair

And being placed

in little girls' hair

But now

I'm among the blades of grass

Tall and long

And hard to pass

But I can leap into the clouds

I fly far with each and every bound

In the distance I do hear

A startling sound, quite severe

Beneath my feet the earth begins to shake

My strong legs begin to quake

As I can feel the force draw nigh

My heart grows still

Darkness takes the sky

I flee the only way I know

In a panic

As fast as I can go

But the beast, it still does gain

Hopping faster

My muscles strain

Before I know it

I am in the open

Not my last regret

I'm hoping

But the beast turns

And I am safe! at long last

I always knew

Nothing could touch me

I'm just too fast

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This will be my thread to post revised versions of old poems. Some might not closely resemble their original form--happily. Most will likely still be works in progress, or deemed not worth the effort to further alter.

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