Whispers in the Wind

She stood silent and still

listening to the spirits on the hill

a beautiful young wiccan she

standing straight next to a tree

listening to lost souls from eternity

whispers that soon became a plea

begging her to be set free

she listened compassionately

but it wasn’t meant to be

her magic wasn’t strong enough

to set the tortured souls free

so she returned every night

listening to their stories sadly

standing beside an old oak tree

dreaming of the day

when she could set them all free

The Returning Knight’s Story

(Editor’s note: I’m experimenting with a hybrid writing genre combining Flash Fiction/Poetry – let me know what you think. Does it work? Input appreciated – 326 words)

after years he returned from his duty as a crusader in a foreign land, riding a weary war horse in battered and bloody armor, the knight struggled not to think about the terrible things he saw in the Holy Land, where massacres of innocents were common and his soul shriveled watching and participating in…

the sun bore down mercilessly on his and his horse’s rusting armor, and his tortured brain, as he stared from behind unblinking eyes down the long dusty lane, where clusters of cobblestones laid by Roman engineers still existed after hundreds of years, reminded him of the rubble he left behind…

lurking behind his empty eyes was a shadow of recognition that he was once a husband and a father living peacefully in a green valley, where he and his bride were born so long ago, before the Catholic church came by and said he had to go, and defend Christianity for the sake of humanity, or be excommunicated by the church…

that man was just a memory as the knight rode down the road and considered what lay ahead with no emotion like he was dead, but instead he plowed ahead with no plan in mind, no speech to give about his harsh life when he thought about his young wife…

finally the day arrived and the familiar landscape of home rose like a blessing in green rows of trees surrounded by grassy knolls and a farm house at the bottom of the hill ahead, as the knight’s powerful horse picked up it’s gait unconsciously for his master to see his wife standing by a tree…

no Muslim warrior ever wounded the knight so badly

than after talking with her by the tree, when she said she thought he was dead and married again and was happy, with a tear in her eye that he could see, she turned and went back to her new family …

the knight got back on his horse, and rode into history.

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Animal Philosophy

arrogant humans have a tendency

to ignore animal philosophy

which is rooted in nature

and it’s abundancy

where there’s no need

for greed

no unwritten law

degreed

no political party to follow

no lies to swallow

with animal philosophy

you’re free

to live in harmony

Ballad of Hotfoot and Thunder Thighs

there’s a ballad about two crazy guys

called Hotfoot and Thunder Thighs

who made people roar with laughter

and were often sought after

for their ability to make you laugh or cry

their very presence could electrify

they traveled on country trails

and loved to tell funny tales

both free as could be

the world their marquee

these guys were something to see

Udder Nonsense

the cow never even tried to jump over the moon

that story was made up by a common loon

waiting until the cows come home

is a motto that’s completely overblown

there’s one claim that won’t lead you astray

you should never kick a cow chip on a hot day

sacred cows have been known to bullshit

if they can see the benefit

it’s really all udder nonsense

and the opposite of common sense

The Storyteller’s Warning

gather ’round you ogres, trolls, fairies, wizards, elves, and giants, for I have a story to tell…

your days are numbered by the emergence of mankind

your histories will become mysteries until the end of time

your lives reduced to children’s fables and tales

where mankind is the hero who always prevails

so gather around my children and we’ll pretend

that this isn’t your end

Vino Veritas

with the god’s favorite libation

there is much celebration

led by a smiling Bacchus

and his observation

that there is truth in wine

that imbibing is fine

and it’s okay to drink anytime