Giggle!

Eons ago I used to write poetry.  Mostly depressing but every now and then I'd do something different.  Today I stumbled upon one of those and thought I'd share it with you.  Read it out loud in the creepiest voice you can muster.

Inky slinky don't dare blinky
Oily coily rum tum boily
Warn you once
Warn you twice
Draw the line at warning you thrice

Dangly fangly time to mangly
Seeny greeny oh so meany
Run for life
Fast as you can
Mess your pants you still a man

Stumble Fumble lost in jumble
Wicked kicked in the thicket
Down you go
One last chance
Get up now or never again dance

Choppy loppy lose head toppy
Grippy snippy now you drippy
That was it
Warned you did
Now you stuffed in box with lid

Told ya kulled ya shoulda sold ya
Killed ya milled ya and I billed ya
Serves you right
No do as said
Now you gone deserve to be dead

©2009 Barbara Huffert

Take Heed

I hold worlds within my head

And all the happiness and sorrow of the universe within my heart

I am the purest love

The deepest rage

The keeper of essential knowledge

The scripter of histories

The creator of pleasures

Magick flows from my soul

Through my fingertips

Out to the masses

Weaving its way under your skin

Into your minds

Wrapping steadily around you

Through you until we become one

I am silent

Invisible

But I am a Goddess as old as the ages

My beauty is unseen yet unsurpassed

I walk among you

Touching you

Shaping you

Changing you ever so slightly with each pass

I am energy from before time began

Elemental power

I am a storyteller

And I am eternal

Haiku

Angry Autumn sky
Blustery wind chills the air
Drawing winter snow

Haiku

Wind whipping through trees
Wispy grey clouds racing by
Bringing Autumn chill

There are Mornings

When I find messages from my phone in my inbox.  Yes, I email myself in my sleep.  There was once an entire story that took 37 messages to complete and I had no recollection of sending any of it.  Of course that could have been Beau. But sometimes I take the messages as a clue to what I was dreaming the night before if I don't remember.  I suspect last night's dream was not a happy one...

 

 

Homeless heart

Trapped inside a cage too ugly for sin

Powered by a mass incapable of play

Pretending only carries so far

Soon the masks crack and crumble

Layer upon layer

Exposing a core

Of

Nothing

A Question

Waiting

Waiting

Always waiting

Wondering why I wasn’t enough

Never enough

Disposable

Expendable

An acceptable casualty

Collateral damage to others’ lives

Unseen as I passed

Unnoticed if I stayed

So easily overlooked

Was I ever here?

To Quote the Raven

Sadness, corrosive and debilitating, seeps into my marrow

The vituperative silence usurps all joy

leaving a hollow quiet in its wake

Devoid of life my empty soul lingers on

Echoes of long abandoned promises whisper through the tatters

reminding me of what never will be

So close I once was

but, to quote the raven, nevermore

This vast wasteland that was my life

uninhabitable even for ghosts

crumbles under the onslaught of nothingness

Bit by bit, I died

my spirit leeched away by the waiting

What should have been a constant

shattered and lost, tossed carelessly to the four corners

Now so distorted it is unrecognizable

Never to be reformed

Never to be missed

To quote the raven, nevermore

Disappointment rumbles like distant thunder

Each new hurt a shaft of lightening scorching the blackened embers that were my soul

Where hope had blossomed

with a tentative toehold in need of tender nurturing

Now crushed under the weight of neglect

Extinct from recklessness

Lost forever

To quote the raven, nevermore

For Example...

A bit ago I subscribed to dictionary.com's word of the day emails.  It's always good to learn new words and some of them are excellent.  I was chatting with a friend who agreed but wondered when some of them might ever be used.  Me, being me, took this as a challenge.  So here is what I came up with.  My same dark tone, with a whole slew of words of the day interspersed.  See?  It is possible to learn new things at any age and I highly recommend it.

Witherward go I

To the land of umbriferous demons

Their shadows engulf me

In a chill that leaches the hardihood

Right out of my soul

Knee deep in a pokelogan

Wightest serpents twining my limbs

Borborgymus audible above the pounding of my heart

Soon they will feast

The wroth sky unleashes torrents

Dousing me with acrid waste

Siphoned from blackened tributaries

Pelting me until I capitulate

I was dispossessed by the world I thought I knew

I am reprehensible in this alternative

A misfit even among abominations

The klaxon has sounded

My extermination is nigh

And I embrace it

Which Way?

Standing barefoot at the crossroads

The winds of sadness at my back

Blowing me farther away

All roads lead to isolation

Each, a different face of hell

Once I was lulled in to caring

Promised the moon

Pipedreams shattered, scattered like stardust

Sifting, drifting down

Blanketing me with a layer of silt

The shards that were my hope

Brushed off

Crushed beneath my travel worn feet

Trampled into the dirt

Unrecognizable –

A part of the bleak landscape

Flat, colorless

A void in to which no one will follow

I go alone

Looking…

Searching…

Seeking…

But finding…

Nothing

Silliness

I’ve mentioned before how there are times when Beau whispers tales as we’re drifting off to sleep.  I love when he does that because I never know what to expect.

Last night before bed, he was exceptionally wound up and kittenish, pesting the big cats mercilessly, working their last nerves I’m sure.  I told him to quit but he was so cute that I was laughing too hard for it to have much affect.

I was surprised when he curled up with me right away.  Usually when he’s that manic it takes hours for him to settle in.  I soon learned it was my turn to be his target only in a different way.

Here is what he came up with last night.  Sorry it’s incomplete.  He bounded off in the middle to return to the task of tormenting the big cats and playing with noisy toys under the bed.

There is a horse on the stairs

stretching up from the sea

He’s come to the rescue

Saving us both, you and me

Horse whistles a tune

older than old

Weaving and wafting

Truth be told

Climb on his back

He’s come to help

Swim ‘neath the sea

Beware the kelp

Songs of sirens

Horse knows them all

Hold on tight

Heed his call

Okay so I admit it.  By the time he got that far I was giggling just as much as he was.  Sometimes being transcriptionist for a cat is funny.

Haiku

Alone in the dark

Freezing cold, chilled to the bone

No tears left to cry

You used to know me

Back before everything changed

Moved on without me

You said we were friends

Would be forever, always

But then you vanished

Too busy for me

Will catch up some other time

I did nothing wrong

And neither did you

Now you are gone, I am here

Slowly dying out

With no one to care

No one to even notice

When I am gone, dead

You didn’t bother

To say ta or fare-thee-well

So neither will I

One day you will search

Remembering who I was

I will not be found

Then the hurt is yours

You will lose your best friend too

I already have

Moving On

Standing at the edge of the forest

Looking out

The way to civilization blocked

All those I knew have ventured forth

But I remain

Feral and isolated

Unable to survive in their new world

I still hear them sometimes

Calling out to me

Encouraging me to join in

But they are gone

Their voices just an echo

A reminiscence of what once was

Back when we were the same

Moving on

Forgetting the shared paths

Rejecting our history

Relegating us to the dusty corners of their minds

Never to be dwelt on

I am fading into the mist

Ever lost in the wilderness

Of our discarded past

Now only I remember where we came from

There’s no one else left to care

Gathering my memories like a cloak

I turn

Shrouded by what once was

And slip into my future

Alone

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by Barbara Huffert on Sunday, July 8, 2012 at 6:11pm ·

Nightmares splinter
Morph and merge
Horrors mix
Terrors surge
Demons, ghouls
Evils splurge
Sanity, mine
They must purge

Come with us
Help us kill
Maim and murder
What a thrill
Mayhem, mischief
We’re never still
Wrack and ruin
We have our fill

No, I mustn’t
Leave me be
I’m not wicked
That’s not me

But you are
We can see
Join with us
We’ll set you free

Set me free?

Set you free!
One of us
That you be

No! No!
I say no
Ah tempted
Oh, tempted so

Deny it, try
But you, we do know

Evil within
I no longer stow
Run and hide
Here we go!

I Survive

The shutters to my soul close

Concealing me within

No more will I walk in a world

Full of false promises and hidden agendas

Where pain and disappointment encompass all

I am not like those who inhabit this space

Nor will I become so

Sheltered from the fray, my heart remains true

I had such hopes

Such dreams

That my time had come

A beacon

Shining bright

Piercing the darkness

For all who have lost their way

Guiding kindred spirits home

It is not to be

They who came wore masks

Intending me harm

The destruction of my essence

So now I go

Cloistered again

To wait an eternity

Before I rise once more

© 2012 Barbara Huffert

Gone

Are my some days…

The adventures I meant to have

The trips, courses charted but never taken

The plans, formed and forgotten

The promises, made then broken

Laughter from back when I belonged

Lost in the wind, faded from my heart

Now, I am but one

Here all on my own

Without even a dream to warm my soul

© 2012 Barbara Huffert

Lookee!

See the pretty magazine! Guess what? One of my poems is in it! I’m so thrilled and honored because there are many, many truly talented, amazing people published here along with me. If you enjoy poetry, photography, and short stories as well as original artwork, this is something you won’t want to miss.

The Watcher

Lightning flashes,
Filling the sky
with nature’s strobe lights
Transforming fluid movement
into jerky stops and starts

The Watcher perches high aloft
Gargoyle-esque
Witness to all
The cleansing has begun

Humans scurry
Hurrying to the false security of their insignificant burrows
Praying to any god who will listen
not to be caught in the fray
for even they,
in all their ignorance,
can sense what’s to come

Shadows slink through the darkness
Stalking the fringes
Waiting to pounce on any who stray too close
Thunder rumbles,
Wind howls
Masking the screams of the unfortunate
as they are torn, shredded
sinew from bone
Piles of teeth and hair
All that’s left to mark their passing

The Watcher sits
Keeping score
Many more to purge
Before the slaughter can cease
No one with breath in their body
is safe on this baleful night

© 2012 Barbara Huffert