Fairy Tale Rescuers:

People keep wanting me to post
so I worked over a reply I did
for another Blog. Have fun reading.
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Fairy Tale Rescuers:

I wanted one that swings a sword
sharpened on both sides
That would cut the ones in half
that I wish to die
A Knight or Maiden
I really cared not which
As long as they would kill
the evil one called a witch

No, not one to me
was a shining Knight
No one tried to save me
or brought me out into the light
For in my time the kids was wrong
and Mom or Dad was right
So in the darkness of my mine
I hide from them in fright

Read not I
no not, book one
No fairy tales for me
for I was too dumb
What’s wrong with that kid
my sweet mom has said
I’d never read them a book
I’d rather be caught dead

I’ll not go to see them
for in the ground they stay
And the ghost within my mind
now dance upon their grave
I hope you had some fun
when you read this reply
And if you think it's true
please I ask you not to cry

Lost words:

What I write is from the past
Thoughts and words from long ago
As if time had open a door
To let sweet words run free
Yet now this heart from a harden soul
Speaks no verse or rhyme
No pen writes of a muse’s song
No keyboard beats out a tune
Now only tear upon dry cheeks
For it seems my words have gone
Only hope and dreams now live
And even they’ll not last long

Memories:

Just today the cool evening air
took me back to days long passed.
Memories raced through my head
so fast I knew it would not last.
I traveled back to run and play
along that slow moving brook.
Remembering the snack I used to take
to eat as I read my comic book.
I wish I could take you back with me,
tho I know you could not come along.
To just hang out and play together as the
clouds and sun just seem to linger on.
I tried to leave this world behind
hoping to live deep within my mind.
You found me off so far away
and brought me back again today.
You touched my dream and I saw you cry
as you looked deep into my eyes.
You saw there was but one place for me,
and it was not in this reality.


Copyright ©2003 Ellis William Moore

My reply to a Jamie Dedes post:

Patter of raindrops
Cool innermost reflection
Of thoughts unspoken

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Sitting by window
Watching raindrops fall freely
On cool spring morning

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My muse was playing

The Meaning of:

Questions spin within
Though I ask time and time again
I’m answered not--
no voice whispers in my ear
no words written upon the wall

Will my questions be answered when I die
or will I be kept in the dark
a place where even thoughts are silent

A playful Muse

Replys:
I ask not for thine sweet words
For which mine eyes now see
My ears hear or this heart feels
Yet whisper upon thine own page
Wrap me into thine written words
So it holds our heart together
Letting thoughts be as one
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A muse runs wild:
when both hands were placed upon the table
the ax that you removed them with was not swung
with love, understanding or pity yet
boldly hurled around as if none were there
a game like blind man's bluff so no guilt
will rest upon thine own shoulders
surely now no fingers can point back at thee

Last Reply

ElizabethR:
The last reply
Not grisly stuff
Not smiles and sunshine
No blood
No tears of sorrow
We’ll skip death today
We’ll skip a tender touch
Gone is deep depression
Gone to are dreamy eyes
Nothing remains
Nothing of me

I Don't:

I don't want to be any kind of ranger.
I don't want to put up with danger.
I don't want to be a Blitz Pig.
I don't want to dance a jig.
I don't want to fight all night.
I don't want to count the dead at daylight.
I don't want to be a flyboy.
I don't want to be some girl's toy.
Toy pig, flyboy jig, night ranger, and daylight danger.
I don't want to see an in coming scud.
I don't want to die in a puddle of blood.
I don't want to hear a boom that's loud.
I don't want to see a mushroom cloud.
I don't want to know how bad is my timing.
I don't want to see the death toll climbing.
I don't want to this war go.
I don't want to live far below.
Loud scud, climbing blood, timing cloud, and go below.


Copyright ©2003 Ellis William Moore

Only Keys:

Hell's gate stands open for me.
Ready to suck me down to eternity.
As I'm shown the book with all my sins.
My name goes on, I can not see the end.
Giving my soul no time to even rest.
To those demons I am just a piece of flesh.
Hoping to rip my soul from my skin,
to burn with them in this pit of fire and brim.
I'm always remind of my earthly shame.
As the demons pull me deeper into the flame.
With my eyes burning black and tongue fiery red.
I scream Lord of Lords am I really dead?
I look up because I know I did not do right,
but the Son of God turns from my sight.
Jesus of Nazareth has the only keys.
Will I get out of this burning eternity?


Copyright ©2003 Ellis W. Moore

Old Friend:

Oh great southern pine out in the yard
with needles falling from your hands
She planted you before starting our family,
now look at you there so strong and proud
Your arms out stretched,
trying to keep the morning sun off my windowsill
Standing there against the wind and rain,
holding back the snow that tried to hurt our home
You sent her pine cones so she could decorate
They made our Christmas tree come alive
A nest of mocking bird in your branches,
their songs fill the air along with your sweet scent of pine
I watch the moon through your branches, its silver light
brings back memories, of the dreams we sheared
Now you branches hang low, so the kids can take a few,
to make a wreath for her grave, because you loved her too


Copyright ©2002 Ellis W. Moore