The dragon slain, I sheathe my sword
and straighten my quiver of arrows:
Good god, what kind of canyon’s this,
with sunlit crags above me round
on this blue morning, and above,
two daylight moons, Deimos and Phobos.
I found myself transported here
as if by means of a dream:
I needed only meditate
on Mars, beloved planet;
next thing I knew, my opened eyes
revealed Barsoomian skies.
My weapons were just where I’d left them,
ready at hand for battle,
and now the beastie’s bit the dust
the task remains for me
to claw my way up over the walls
towards a new adventure.
Salute, cock and shoot
We’re troops ready for whatever
One of a kind, ready to die,
An army of delusional soldiers.
Pick a fight with us and you’ll regret it,
Who knows what we might do to you,
Walk a day in our shoes, see what we go through,
It’s true when they say we’re a little bit crazy.
Never mind our scarred minds,
Troublesome through a young eye,
Descendants from aliens in the sky,
We come together as one.
To walk alone in madness plight
A sunny day as dim as night
For this battle need not muscles
But a psyche’s might
For it’s not a war of swords
But a struggle between wards
In one realm a sister
In the other an exister
So you throw lessons to be taught
But in delusion it blurs to naught
And as the intended stress becomes stronger
The crossover to the other realm grows longer
A balancing act between fiction and fact
Get me back, you’ve seen my wrong
Misguided thoughts, you couldn’t know
You’ve never danced my song
I best liked the rhyme of “swords” and “wards;” took me by surprise. “Exister” is a great word. Also I like the longer lines to match “stronger” and “longer.” Nice poem.
MY BUTT IS ON FIRE: Sometime last summer I adopted two cats, One is real skinny the other real fat, The skinny one’s white.The fat one is black, Not too long after, up wandered a stray, If I had been smart I’d have chased her away, But I’m a huge sucker for cute little cats, So I took her in. She’s mine, and that’s that. It’s been many months since I found this cute stray, But never got around to getting her spayed, With spring in the air, she’s been a live wire, She moans and hollers, “My butt is on fire!” At first I just say, “What a cute little kitty”, But it’s not all that cute, and I begin to take pity, But soon my pity has turned into ire, By her endlessly droning, “My butt is on fire!” I called the vet clinic and told the young man, “I need an appointment as soon as I can”, “What’s your cat’s problem?”, the doctor inquired, I promptly explained, “Her butt is on fire!” With urgent concern he penciled me in, And advised that I not let this happen again, He told me the price and I quickly agreed, If he’d put out the fire on her butt, GUARANTEED, He calmly assured me right then and right there, He’d put out the fire on my cat’s derriere, He explained the procedure, it sounded all good, So I drove to the clinic as fast as I could, I left the cat there for an overnight stay, And then picked her up at noon the next day, It all worked out great, and my cat is just fine, Now I can sleep and have peace of mind, So if you pick up a cute little stray, Please have your furry friend fixed right away, The springtime air affects one’s desire, And your cat will holler, “My butt is on fire!”
