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Borders…a story poem

forest covered in fog

the world of the Others
looks enticing
beautiful
natural
welcoming
quiet
and
dreamy
but those
can sometimes
be traps
to lure you in
where Fairies
and Elves
Brownies and
Nightmares live
waiting for foolish humans
to ignore their desire
to RUN
but instead
step over the logs
that are the border
between one world
and another

 

Photo:  Dave Hoefler
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She…a story poem

she tried to pass
as human
everyone liked her
she looked cool
was a fighter
dressed in white
and carrying a
warriors war staff
embedded with ruins
and markings
I hadn’t seen before
but I wasn’t fooled
she was too smooth
too perfect
she was an
AI
here to
save the world
but motives
can be tricky
and things are not
always what they seem
and saviors
too often come
with blood
on their hands
and their minds
their mouths
filled with lies
and deceit
so perhaps
people better step up
and finally
save themselves

 

 

Photo:  Hesam Link
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Mitzi Smith…a story poem

woman in black blazer wearing white earbuds

Mitzi Smith
was having a bad day
someone told her
that if we were made of
STARDUST
then
EVERYTHING
was made of
STARDUST
since dust
no matter
WHERE it
comes from
has a tendency
to fall where it may
which means that
sheep
cows
cats
and
pretty much
all living things
are made of
STARDUST
Mitzi felt that her
individuality
and uniqueness
had been
taken from her
but then she realized
that you can’t lose
something
you’ve never had

 

Photo:  Hamid Tajik
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Once upon a time…a Story Poem

Hd Wallpaper, Nature Wallpaper, Crescent

once upon a time
when the moon was very young
and found out
that it didn’t have
a light of its own
a girl
who was quite young herself
thought she head someone in the sky
crying
ARE YOU OKAY UP THERE
she called out LOUDLY
and the noise stopped
WHAT’S WRONG
she asked
the baby moon sighed
I just found out that I don’t
(sniffed the moon)
have a light of my OWN
IS THAT A BAD THING
asked the girl
WHAT DO YOU MEAN
asked the moon
obviously confused
I MEAN WHY DO YOU CARE 
IF YOU DON’T HAVE A LIGHT OF YOUR OWN
I DON’T HAVE A LIGHT OF MY OWN EITHER
the moon was silent
then said
BUT I’M SUPPOSED TO LIGHT THE WAY
OH
said the girl
FOR WHO
FOR EVERYONE
WOW
THAT’S A BIG JOB

I KNOW
groaned the moon
I DON’T THINK MANY THINGS
HAVE THEIR OWN LIGHT
JUST THE SUN
REALLY
asked the moon
YES REALLY
SO I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE
OF COURSE NOT
the moon stopped sniffling
and felt quite a bit better
ARE YOU OKAY NOW
YES THANK YOU
I’D LIKE TO STAY AND TALK
BUT I FEEL AS IF I’M BEING PULLED AWAY
I CAN THROW A ROPE TO YOU
AND YOU CAN LOOP IT OVER YOUR EDGE
THEN I’LL HOLD ON TO THE OTHER END
AND YOU CAN STAY FOR AWHILE
I’D REALLY LIKE THAT
said the moon
so that’s just what they did
and the moon stayed
as long as it could
and they had a lovely
evening chatting
and doing what
moons and little girls do

 

Picture:  Pixabay

Tod and the Hungry Tree…a story poem

most people don’t realize that trees
aren’t always what they seem to be
most trees are friendly
helpful
and kind
but others
are just plain
hungry
so when Tod got too close
the tree simply grabbed him
and no matter how hard he tried
he could not escape
the police looked for him
his parents
and their friends
searched high and low
but he was never found
nowadays
every time someone
walks past the tree
they quicken their pace
and think
to themselves
that tree
is definitely
more than it
seems to be

 

Photo:  Ayam Zaker
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When the light is just right…a story poem

Free Double Exposure of Man Using His Phone and Smoking and Sea Stock Photo

sometimes
it’s hard for people to leave
their energy stays
attached to memories
habits and
places that felt good
now and then
if you’re not looking for them
you can see
a ghost or two
but the light
has to be just right
and it’s best
not to speak to them directly
they aren’t really part of this reality
not any more
just keep walking
and don’t look back

 

Photo:  Tiēu Linh
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Mary had a little dog (said like Mary had a little lamb)…story poem.

Mary
had a little dog
whose coat
was almost black
and everywhere
that Mary went
the dog
had Mary’s back
he followed her
to work and school
which was against
the rules
the dog saw
very clearly
that the rules
were made by fools
everybody loved him
they thought him
quite polite
but they had never seen him
ready for a fight
so Mary held her little dog
she held him very tight
knowing as she did so
that things would be alright

 

 

Photo:  Alexey Demldov
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She wasn’t like other women…a story poem, of sorts.

Face, Woman, Female, Lifestyle

people often said
that She wasn’t like
other women
and of course
they were right
except for the genetic part
other than that She might not
have been like other women
I mean no two women are the same
so saying that She wasn’t like other women
was just a simple truth
that could be said about any woman
anyway
She loved information
and picked it up
wherever she could
shoving it into the file cabinets
in her mind
until eventually
EVERYTHING
became information
so relationships
were impossible
even her dog
wasn’t happy
since She was always
asking him questions
and while he answered her questions
She never understood
a word he barked
which was frustrating
for both of them
on so many levels
but still
She fed him well
took him for walks
let him sleep on the bed
and petted him each and every day
so he never ran away
he just hoped for more
She told him that most of the time
her head was filled with so many stories
and interesting facts
that the real world
seemed dull in comparison
She said that if one could live in stories
why would anyone want to live in the real world
where everything was messy
and just plain insane
her dog listened politely
and tried to stay awake
his stories were far less complicated
all he really wanted was good food
a ball
and a soft place to sleep
but he tried
to the best of his ability
to be there for her
because someone once told him
that that’s what friends do for each other
so She spoke of wonders
of beauty
of things that existed elsewhere
while he put his head on her lap
and thought of his ball
that had rolled under the chair
where he couldn’t reach it
because really
he sighed
we do all live in our own
tiny worlds
and we can only see
as far as our eyes
will allow

 

 

 

Picture:  Pixabay

The Game…Story poem

woman with blue and purple eye shadow

the GAME was everything
it was life itself
it was all that mattered
he was a RUNNER
someone whose only purpose
was to be faster than those
who ran against him
his colors were
blue and white
his suit
fit like a second skin
people bet on him
to win
he ran on the walls
through the neon
his body more machine
than anything else
trained to play
without thinking
the Game
was all that mattered
the Game
was all that mattered
the Game
was
all
that
mattered

 

Photo:  Makul Kumar
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Trolly 10…a very short story poem.

Trolly number 10
only showed up
on foggy nights
and only
when there were enough
passengers
to make the trip
worthwhile
not everyone could see
the Trolly
it wasn’t there
for everyone
it’s just that
sometimes
the Ferryman
grew tired of being on
the River Styx
and when that happened
ho came ashore
and drove
Trolly number 10

 

Photo:  Georgi Kalaydzhiey
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