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Ava…Just a tiny story

man in white dress shirt

Ava was different
than most
she stayed by
herself
which was better
for everyone
at least everyone
who was alive
you see
Ava could see
the dead

and the
dead
could see
Ava

 

 

Photo:  Jakob Owens
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A story poem…about being in the woods…alone.

brown dirt road in the middle of green trees

what terror
lies in wait
along the path
of the lovely deserted forest
Red Riding Hood
was warned
but her mother
still sent her on her way
ALONE
the good thing
of course
is that she met a beautiful wolf
who killed the evil huntsman
before he got his hands on her
and that’s the moral of the story
always write your own endings

 

Photo:  Karsten Winegeart
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She believed…

woman using smartphone

she believed in Fairy Tales
and happy endings
princes
and strong independent
women
wo rode horses
and dueled
with evil kings
and tyrants
she believed in
magic
and witches
in familiars
and
in the power
of words
she believed
that anything
was possible
so she did whatever
she could
to make
her own
happily
after

 

Photo:  Giulia Bertelli
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The decision…a poem

he wasn’t that old
still
he’d live a long time
in the years that he’d had
and he was finished
with everything
he had set out to do
it was time
to go
so he drove to the
exit
and parked his car
then he got out
and walked into
the unknown
wondering
if there was anything
inside the mist

America/2030…

Landscape, Fantasy, Night, Sky, Star

It’s okay, baby
she said
holding his hand
don’t worry
look up
and see
how beautiful everything is
look around
all you see is magic
I know you’re afraid
but I would never
let anything happen to you
she stopped
bent down and kissed him
I love you SO much
it’s just that we can’t live
here any longer
enslaved
surrounded by lies
evil
violence and death
all the things that a good country
shouldn’t be
but you don’t have to worry
because you’re going to a place
where everything will be beautiful
it’s up there
among the stars
mixed in with the glitter
my love
so just hold onto my hand
a little while longer
do you understand
because we have to get to the end
before the men dressed in black
the men with the guns and batons
face shields and the hatred
come for us
just hold on
because soon
you will be someplace else
someplace away from here
I love you baby
with all my heart
this is all I have to give
to keep you safe
don’t look back
just keep walking
when we get to the stairway
you run up as fast as you can
remember
don’t look back
DON’T STOP
don’t let the footsteps
the yelling
or the gunshots
frighten you
you just run
and keep running
until you’re in the light
do you hear me
because they’re getting closer
so I love you forever
don’t forget that baby
I love you forever
now
RUN

R7641-7 Story poem

Woman, Girl, Young, Beauty, Red Locks

 R7641-7 was on duty
her guns and her magic
were ready to go

trained from birth
to protect the
innocent
from political forces
she did whatever it took
to keep living beings
alive

in the past
governments
slaughtered their own people
there was no equality
no safety
there were only
overseers
and the masses
and when the people
united and
fought back
the terrified elite
had them gunned down
in the streets

but some humans
managed to escape
and now it’s  up to C7641-7
to keep them alive
because
even after all of these centuries
the governments of the earth
are still afraid
still greedy
and they still
want their people
dead
for demanding peace
and justice

Escape…

Sunset, Island, Mar, Dusk, Brain

Martin Locky
decided the best way
to avoid the virus
was to live alone
on the island
he had received
for his twenty-first
birthday
he brought his tablet
backpack
and water
hoping that
Amazon would deliver
food
in a timely manner

Social Distancing…

 

Picture: Pixabay

Moon Glow…a story poem

Fantasy, Microphone, Singer, Moon, Music

her name was
Moon Glow
her hair was the color of
MIDNIGHT
her skin
PALE
as the moon
and her voice was
part of the
NIGHT
itself
when she sang
the stars grew
BRIGHTER
and the
MOON
swayed
back and forth
no matter how far away
she was
they recognized
her sound
BLACK HOLES
swallowed her words
first catching them in their
EVENT HORIZONS
then
STRETCHING
them as they
made their way to a new
UNIVERSE
there is no sound in
SPACE
but they heard her
just the same
and one evening
when she was singing
she closed her eyes
which wasn’t that
UNUSUAL
in and of itself
but when she opened them
a tiny sliver of a moon
DANGLED
from her microphone
a gift
from a
DISTANT
and very
LARGE
admirer

All the World’s a…Stage

Cinema, Curtain, Theater, Film

life
is one long
GIGANTIC
DIVERSE
INSANE
COLORFUL
DEADLY
PLAY
if you doubt that
for even a second
just think about the
WORDS
we use to
DESCRIBE
others
did you see the way he
ACTED
I never saw anyone
ACT
that way before
oh, what an
ACTOR
he is
it’s as if she’s
ACTING
out someone else’s life
surely he
STAGED
that entire situation
you know he’s in the
LAST ACT
of his life
I think he talks
like he’s reading from a
SCRIPT
and on and one we go
using DRAMA QUEEN
words to describe
SHEREOS
and HEREOS
and
CURTAIN CALLS
or the
FINAL CURTAIN
or
her life was so amazing
she received a
STANDING OVATION
or let’s
BRING DOWN THE CURTAIN
on that idea
what a
FLOP
but she got
RAVE REVIWS
while he
ACTED
as if it was all about him
well
I think by now
you must know what I mean
we all
ACT OUT
ACT UP
and some of us
refuse to
ACT PROPERLY
but no matter how you look at it
it’s all about
ACTING
because we are all actors
on a global stage
trying to get a
FRONT ROW SEAT
to te action
following a script
written by others
and we often
ACT INAPPROPRIATELY
because some of us
want to write our
own bloody
SCRIPT
I think that’s the
TICKET
don’t you

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