Atop the mountains tall and strange, Abottom seas of change, There are beasts of strangest strains Who’d die upon the plains. Beasts with breath of burning wind, Brutes of stony heart and skin, Bucks who trample on the stars, Boars sleeping on Hades’ bars, Behemoths who must send all fleeing – Beings barbarous but being.
Beasts of which we’re all afraid Who’d die on Normal’s blade.
I’ll miss them if they ever go And leave us safe but all alone.
Some days I quit And there I sit Until the next day comes. To my surprise All next days rise With me among the crumbs Of something lost I’m glad to toss Out with the other dreck As some day soon Me and the moon Will soar upon my wrecks.
Trilly ate a frog And she ate another, Then started gulping pollywogs Straight from their marshy mother. She wandered with a belly full Of ri-bi-bits and croaks That ricocheted around her skull, Dirge of her eaten folks. Trill couldn’t help but hum along, Then had to skip a bit, Then joined in the throaty song And gladly went with it. Trilly hopped the swamp, Happily home in the bog, Till something larger chomped And became a bigger frog.
What poem do you want today? Let’s pray with the pen. “Most High,” I’ll say, Then you come in,
“How ’bout a tale of terrible good That turned to wonderful bad? The lawless romance of red and blue And the royal color their love grew? Storms pouring souls? A boy living with trolls? A hopeful ghost in chains! The girl with sun in her veins! Polar bars giving rides With tygers as our guides To this riddle filled riot!”
So I say start in the middle Cause starting at the start Is often more than a little Hard to do without a heart To beat and build upon. The dawn’s already gone, We’re off and running to Something having grown And no matter what you do The end comes on its own.