Cat Among The Eagles

So I'm informed that I should post this poem by Pyro and to stop tweaking with it. So I've stopped tweaking. Because it is "already good enough and will you just post it already?" So I am. This poem is for Aquila. Hope you enjoy!

Cat Among The Eagles

An eagle soaring through the azure sky

Watches with sharp talons the mountain walls

She screeches, a loud and lonely piercing cry

And like a thunderbolt she falls

Queen of the heavens she rules supreme

With golden feathers and merciless eyes

Praying on the rabbits far below

She swoops and soars, then plunges, rises, flies

A cat as black as soot with golden eyes

Illuminates the darkness as she prowls

Padding gently through the violet night

Her purr replaced with soft yet menacing growls

Tail swishing back and forth

Prowling through the grass

Hunting down the birds and mice

With eyes that glint like glass

The cat looks up and sees the stars

And shadows flying over head

An aerie of eagles, commanding the skies

The cat longs to join them, and hover instead

So she thinks of the eagles

The strong sinewy wings

The cruel feathered head

The majesty of kings

And she changes her figure

Her body transformed

A shape shifting creature

Her magic performed

To alter her being

To whatever she desires

Aquila Felis joins the eagles

Just as she aspires

Eagle, human, feline, fox

Each shape seems so new

And as Aquila unites with avian comrades

She tumbles laughing through the pristine blue

Sweet Harte

Well as you may or may not know I have a list of people I want to write poems for. When I added Lenka to this list she was one of 9. When I wrote this poem she was one of 62. So I'm sorry for the amount of time it took to finally write it, but I hope you enjoy it. N.B. I've now written poems for 8 of these 9 poems. Orius Rove, I will write you a poem eventually, even if you no longer go on this blog and most likely will never read it. But I'll write it one day just the same.

Sweet Harte

By day she’s known as Lenka Sweet

By night as Jodi Harte

Though seemingly different people

They cannot be told apart

Though Jodi Harte is a con artist

Cold eyes of ocean blue

A rainbow clip in her ebony hair

Sarcastic, calm and true

Whilst Lenka Sweet, she always smiles

Delightful to her friends

Talented and awesome sauce

Her good skills have no end

Jodi Harte, her parents dead

She fights with twin sai swords

An elemental, loves to bake

And gather her rewards

Yet Lenka Sweet with wondrous taste

Starkids, SP, Glee

She loves to write, she does it well

An excellent fantasy

Jodi Harte is a twisted soul

Or maybe a broken mind

Though she isn’t evil, she isn’t good

She’s the hard to place gray area kind

Lenka Sweet is such a kind soul

So wonderful funny and weird

In the best type of way (it’s a good thing okay)

No wonder she’s often revered

Yet these twin personalities deeply entwined

Are actually one and the same

Jodi Harte is a mask for the Lenka beneath

A person to cope with the blame

For our dear Lenka Sweet who we love and adore

Has suffered tough times in the past

Though I don’t wish to mention them

I just want to say that your friendships with us are to last

For the friends that we make are so precious

Outlasting empires and more

So I’m glad you came back to be with us

Not a golden memory of yore

For Jodi and Lenka are treasures

So different and yet so the same

Both special and wondrous and brilliant

In the shadows, a burning bright flame

 

Gossamer Threads

So here's another poem for you all. Make of it what you will. I shall neither confirm or deny anything. :P

I hope you enjoy!

Gossamer Threads

A spider’s web of romance

So delicate and pure

Yet also incorrigibly tangled

 As we fall and we soar

Each strand is a person

Their love and their life

And my own strand began

 With a husband and wife

For a wonderful girl

So welcoming and kind

Ensured I belonged

Wouldn’t leave me behind

She rekindled my poetry

Which had long dormant lain

Thus helping to place me

And friendships to gain

As we danced in the moonlight

We suddenly knew

Our love for each other

Was real and true

Yet although others saw this

And were happy and hale

Another young man

Enters into my tale

A best friend to her

For many halcyon days

But he loved another

In our crossing of ways

He hugged her good night

Every night for a year

And I never suspected

A deep rooted fear

For his loved one departed

Without a good bye

Vanished from our little world

Fled through the sky

So in order to comfort him

And prevent him from harm

My loved one proposed to him

With elegant charm

Yet he asked my consent

So I willingly stepped aside

And gave them my blessing

As he took away my bride

Their wedding was splendid

As our friends across the world

All gathered together

As the marriage unfurled

We still loved each other

Like the sea tides do ebb

And then another gossamer thread

Wove into our web

She joined our small world

And her love was so strong

For our interests are shared

In books, music and song

And though I still loved the first

I loved her back too

And I filled up with anguish

What was I to do?

Do I go with my heart?

Do I go with my head?

In the end I chose neither

I chose nothing instead.

I would lock down my feelings

On my love I’d not act

For I couldn’t choose one

When the other would react

Though they both said it was nothing

And to be devoted to the other

Though both were so selfless

And their own love they’d smother

I knew that deep down

They would both feel the pain

If one were abandoned

Happiness they’d feign

So they both hid their love

For I knew in the end

I would have to accept them

As only a friend

I wish to return

To the man that she wed

For he now loved another

Who I’ve still left unsaid

This strand in my story

I don’t know much about

And I haven’t a clue

How that strand will turn out

Yet I know that the wedding

It ended. And sadly.

No longer together.

Their time ended badly.

For it put my first love

Through such anguish and loss

She felt so alone

At a terrible cost.

She believed that her friends

Would abandon her just

When she needed them most

As her life turned to dust

Yet her friends they stood by her

And I know she’ll recover

For I’m there for her always

As friend and as lover.

And though I love two

And the two both love me

How this web will turn out

Is a mystery to me.

For that’s still in the future

It all lies ahead

And so does the end

Of my gossamer thread.

The Teddy Bear Massacre

Hmmm... yes. Poor teddy bears. But it all has a happy ending. Odd that. Normally there is no happy ending. But ummm HAPPY ENDINGS YAY!!!!!!! Enjoy!

The Teddy Bear Massacre

Sitting alone in a dark musty room

In the cold and the dank and the damp and the gloom

A young girl is howling from loss and from dread

Picks up a teddy bear, rips off its head.

Her name is Kallista, a beautiful goddess queen

Left alone in a lonely and terrible scene

With great mounds of teddy bears piled by her bed

She picks up one sadly and rips off its head.

As billows of stuffing fall from the ripped seam

And Kallista flits into an uneasy dream

Almost mechanically, finds a loose thread

Picks up the teddy bear, rips off its head.

This soft toy addiction to slash and destroy

To massacre teddy bears, with a strange savage joy

All stems from a moment where her lover fled

So she picks up a teddy bear, rips of its head.

Abandoned by someone she entrusted her heart

When he broke it to pieces and ripped it apart

Kallista was devastated wished she was dead

So she picked up her teddy bear, ripped off its head.

As millions of heads meet their end on the floor

And the stuffing runs thick as the bears are no more

She tries to recover that which was unsaid

So she picks it up numbly and rips off its head.

The unstaring eyes, so glassy and round

As the corpses of teddy bears litter the ground

All of them mutilated, none of them bled

But she picks up another and rips off its head.

 Yet none of the teddy bears lessen the pain

And the gaping big hole in her heart will remain

Be it blue, be it orange or purple or red

She picks up a teddy bear, rips off its head.

Stuck in a cycle, one without end

An eternity waiting for her heart to mend

To hasten the healing, a shred by a shred

She picks up a teddy bear, rips off its head.

Yet who is this person who stands in her sight?

Outlined by the shadows, outlined by the light.

And behind him more shadows, inside her room tread

As she picks up a teddy bear, rips off its head.

And as more of the people stride into the place

A tear starts to roll down her pale pretty face

For these are her friends and the one she would wed

As she picks up a teddy bear, rips off its head.

And as they lead her away from the dark musty room

With concern in their eyes at the dank and the gloom

They comfort Kallista (an instinct inbred)

As she picks up a teddy bear, rips off its head.

And suddenly Kallista is bursting with glee

As she comes to the end of her teddy bear spree

For she’s safe, with companions who lead her ahead

As she picks up a teddy bear, hugs it instead.