NaBloPoMo : Little Mae and Bear

Little Mae slept  as  she had never slept before.

So many strange things  in her dreams  she saw!

The struggles of her  people ruled by the wicked witch of the East

How  her father’s beloved country is devoured  by a beast!

Polar Bear watches over little Mae as she fitfully sleeps

He her eyes flicker as twitches and and in her dreams  she weeps.

He felt her pain, he wished  that he could help her he wanted to take her pain.

The Winter Queen assured Polar Bear she would  awake  , be happy and things  will be right again.

At  last  little Mae  awoke  Polar Bear  ran to her side  she stroked  his fur  and hugged him

We  have  to go now  said Little Mae,  to save my people  from the witch we have  to and we can only  win!

And  so the restored Mae and Polar Bear  set forth

To avenge  Mae’s father and undo the evil wrought!

NOT FINISHED YET!

NaBloPoMo: Little Mae and Polar Bear.

Little Mae played as the Winter Queen looked on

Polar Bear  relaxed  as he listened  to her song.

He told  the Queen  that he had taken  Little Mae

To the forest , she promised  there she’d stay.

Polar Bear told  the Queen  the witch  had killed the King.

So he took  Little Mae he thought  to run was  the best thing.

The witch  could not stop them but she put on them a spell

She  made  Little Mae fairy  sizes and made him a Bear as well.

Suddenly Bear jumped up  all ready  to attack

He rushed  forward toward his charge  he fears she is in danger.

He  sees a figure  all of lights, wait calls  the Queen That is no stranger.

That is her father’s  spirit  come to bid her farewell , he has broke part of the witches spell.

Polar Bear  and the Queen watch as the  figure of light

Joins  hand  with Little Mae  and  their  soul  unite

Tears run  down Little Maes  beautiful face

The  figure of light  wipes  them away then kisses her  with gentle grace.

Before Polar Bear  can  salute  his master he is gone without a trace.

Bear is  sad  but Little Mae  rushes over and hugs him, in his  fur, she buries her face.

No more  sadness says  the Winter Queen, no more  fear together

We will put things  to rights and banish  that wicked witch  forever.

TO BE CONTINUED.

NaBloPoMo: Christmas Lies Bleeding

It  is gathering , it is growing  as it does  this time of year.

It is clawing my guts  out  as it shuffles up to me near.

It is spitting in  my face  and  screaming in my ear.

I am being wrenched  apart happy Christmas  my dear

Nobody ever does anything for  you.. do you really believe that  crap. Do you really think its  true.

Na  it couldn’t  be anything  you do…….. could it?

 

It always  happens at Christmas I have  to ask you why . Why  take it up and screw it up  , step on it, kick it … watch it bleed  to death, gasp  for air  and die!

Go on, Go on, make your selfish demands on me , make  me  make the choices I never want ..never  set me fucking free.

Bleed me  cut  cut  throw me in the gutter . Make  me choose what I do not want, what the fuck  does it matter.

No doubt  you will relent  ungraciously  then be  the biggest  martyr you can  and blame your grief on me.

 

Yes I bloody hate Christmas.  All it brings  is grief, arguments  and hurt.

Under  the pretence  of rejoicing many a  poor soul is being dragged  through  the dirt!

The  adverts on the TV  show  the perfect families  enjoying the festive fayre.

It makes me want to choke  I don’t believe it, and I  think it so unfair

To ram  these lies of “happy happy times” right  down our throats . It is just another bloody day

All the things  that are wrong  are still there  and  they  will not  magically  go away!

NaBloPoMo :Little Mae and Polar Bear.

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Tonight I am so tired that I can hardly stand.
But I must post because the NaBloPoMo torch is in my hand.
For now Little Mae is safe with Polar Bear.
He watches her tenderly and she feels safe within his care.

The Winter Queen has them safe and sound.
She believes that even though evil and darkness are all around.
Little Mae is safe within her care.
So for now I must let them lie and hope in safety they can keep.
As tomorrow is another day which I shall address after I have had some sleep.
Night night xxxxxxxxx

NaBloPoMo : Little Mae and Polar Bear

The Winter Queen of  everywhere  was  a beautiful  soul

Although  she  rules  the dead season  she is the one  that makes  all  things whole!

She  had  heard of Polar Bear  and his beautiful  charge  little Mae.

And  so  while with the forest folk they  were busy  gathering  the Winter Queen came by their way.

 

At once  she  recognised  the tiny  girl and  saw through the shape of the bear that did protect her.

She was sister  to Little  Mae’s Father, she knew  the evil  magic  weaved by a spiteful defector.

At once  she stopped to speak  first  to Polar Bear

Do you remember who you are , where you come from and what  your  charge was when you were there?

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Yes answered  Polar  Bear I was body guard  to my  mighty king

He entrusted  to my  care he daughter  Little Mae  his most treasured thing.

The dark witch of the East came and threatened my master

She wanted  to be his Queen  but he did not in any way trust  her.

 

The winter Queen  encouraged the bear to tell her more

She  said  she needed  to know everything  so he was to tell her what he heard and what he saw.

The witch  from the East  used  every spell she  knew

She  was determined  to be   Queen and to get rid of Little Mae  too!

NaBloPoMo Little Mae and Polar Bear.

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Little Mae  was tired  so Mr  Siskin invited  her  to stay awhile

He  suggested she have Christmas with his friends, to relax an even smile.

Polar Bear  was waking, stretching front paws and back

Missing Little Mae,  from his side, he jump up tottered and fell back!!

 

This all this caused  a huge commotion  among the forest folk

Carefully stepping  so as not one to hurt or wipe out any whole families at a stroke!

Carefully setting  himself down by Little Mae’s side  Polar Bear

Wore a frown, he was always  worrying  about  Little Mae always  full of care.

 

At length it was decided  that for Christmas  they would stay

All the forest  folk were excited and came out to gaze on Polar Bear and Little Mae.

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Winter Fairies  and pixies out from frozen  bushes peep

Mr Siskin introduced  each one  with a flourish and a tweet!

 

Polar  Bear felt safe and in control , pleased to see his charge looking so excited

He told the older fairies of his and Little Mae’s plight. He was grateful with them to feel united.

Little Mae  was so excited to be in such happy company

Polar bear  let  her run and gather holly and mistletoe, as long as her  he could see.

 

Now  even though Polar Bear  has to find a way  to regain Little Mae’s memories

And her proper size. He was happy to be with Mr Siskin watching Little Mae through the  trees.

So  for now we can  leave Little Mae and the forest folk happily gathering  things  for Christmas fayre.

I will be back  to tell you more  soon. I truly  hope  you will be there!

 

 

NaBloPoMo : Death’s Book Is Missing

God surveyed  the scene, and  was not impressed with what he saw

Things  were so far out of hand , even he  wondered  how to return things to how they were before!

He  knew  where the book was,  he knew that  it was safe

You  would never realized that  by the look upon  his face!

War  was getting  cranky  looking for a fight

Famine’s only interest  was what would they eat  that night.

Plague was playing  with the undead  infecting  them  with flu

He was having  fun , until God  looked at  him and asked ” Is that  really a nice  thing to do?”

The angel of death  was still sitting in God’s  hand

He  was sorry he had lost death’s  book it was not what he had planned .

God told him not  to worry  all was in his power to put things back to right.

He promised the angel , Death would have his book  before the fall of night.

God  took Death to one side  and told  that he knew

How  he had a soft spot for the humans and how he grieves  at the bad  things they do

He told him where his  book was in the leafy  dell

God  and Death  visited  the fairy  Frogs  as asked them to remove the spell.

The  Fairy  Frogs  we scolded  for  distracting  the angel of death from his work

They were duly  sorry  for distracting the apprentice  angel  who was never one to shirk.

God  then walk the earth with his old friend Death collecting all the souls of those who were undead.

They soon returned order to the earth and  removed  all memory of the last few days from every human’s  head.

So  now  you know the story and it’s ultimate and timely  end

We  can now  leave  Death  to enjoy  a cup of coffee  with his horsey friends!

He  told  his apprentice  not  to worry it was a mistake  anyone one could make

Death slammed his scythe down on the table  to stop war  and famine  arguing over the last piece of cake!

THE END, FOR NOW………………..

NaBloPoMo : Dementia , Alzheimer’s Cruel Game.

She is not in there she has gone.

Why  search for the beautiful  light that once shone,

She is no  more herself, her soul  has fled

Gone to us, to all purposes dead.

 

How  cruel,  how mean,  how so unkind

To leave a feeble body and take a beautiful mind.

There are no words that can truly  describe

The pain and fear of those trapped dead yet  still alive.

 

 

You can not reason they know no rhyme

They are gone and left us to mourn  behind.

The  tiny flashes of a knowing  eye is  just  a mockery

This is no longer your loved one,  they are no longer who they used to be.

 

 

Screams of anger, voices harsh with  fists of hate

You try so hard, you have so much on your plate.

There is  no more that  you can in all honesty  do

They may  be gone ,  but you can hold you patience  and to their love  be true.

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I have written  this  for http://ramblingsfromamum.wordpress.com/     she needs our hugs.

NaBloPoMo : Nonnette Mae and the Bear.

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Cold, winds  blow the  snow, frozen waters don’t  flow

High above the dark forest flies crow

Little  Mae  is chilled to the bone

Beloved Polar bear carries

Mae with loving care

So tired his burden

He transports

With love

Home

 

 

NaBloPoMo : Red

They  called her Red ,

Popular and good in bed .

Red hair  collar and cuff

 

She is fun you know she likes it rough.

Her hair  flies like flame

Balloons attached, they  all think she is game.

They don’t care she good for it again  and again.                                                                                                                                                      That is not a smile it’s  a grimace of pain.

 

Drops of blood form on her toes

Where is she bleeding  from no one knows.

Nobody cares it won’t stop their fun

They only want her for one thing,  excitement and cum.

 

Here eyes are hidden  you only see her smile

Here eyes are dead she is empty  all the while.

Red  her  dress, red her hair

Red , red blood everywhere.

 

They  called her Red ,

Popular and good in bed .

Red hair  collar and cuff

She is fun you know she likes it rough.

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