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And reduce stone battlements to rubble.
He cometh with a howling from afar
And those who stand against him shall be lost,
Their bodies battered, limbs torn asunder,
Their broken bones flung in the darkest pit.
He cometh in a blaze of glory
And in his hands he holds the universe!
All the stars and planets kneel before him,
In awe of his majesty and power.
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The Sparrow
Frail young wings,
Beating in the wind,
Fought winter's gust
With valiance,
Still her heart
Was never in it,
Gentle creature
That she was.
How she soared
In the summer breeze,
Sunlight flick'ring
Off her wings,
She rested
'Mong the dark green leaves
And rose above
The tall trees.
Then autumn
With its surly frown
Dashed leaves and dreams
To the ground.
Her heart sank
Within her small breast
And she was lost
In the mist.
Abandoned
To winter's vile wolves.
Left to suffer,
Ripped and torn
And bleeding
By its snarling jowls,
She vainly fought……….
But she lost.
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The Star Man
The star man rose
Upon his toes
And began his tribal dance
Around the room
To sporadic tunes
From Emil's Mournful Band.
His four arms whirled
Like flags unfurled
And his head bobbed up and down.
His long green tongue
Just kind of hung;
His eyes were reddish brown.
He wore a sneer
From ear to ear
And he didn't have a nose,
Just one small vent
Shaped like a tent
Attached to a six inch hose.
Shaped like a pear
With purple hair
Sprouting out in tiny clumps,
He was indeed
A sight to see
As he hoofed around the dump.
The gang all cheered
Then downed their beer,
Robber's Roost in outer space
Might be a hole
But the sky patrol
Never did come near the place,
'Cause star man's there
And he's a ter'r
All across the galaxy.
They'd never guess
How well he danced;
They never would believe.
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The Well
"The well is dry,"
Said Izel-I,
"And there's not a bloody drop."
Old Winky sighed,
While Noddin cried
As he stirred his bowl of sop.
"How can you know?"
Asked Mizzeltoe
"For it's much too deep to tell.
I think you ought
To take a jaunt
To the bottom of the well."
They all agreed
He should take heed,
And possessed with every hope,
They all set out
Right then to scout
For a good thick, sturdy rope.
But Izel-I
Crept slow behind
For his heart was filled with woe;
He dared not tell,
But he knew well,
That he did not want to go.
So all that day
He hoped and prayed
N'er to find a cordling stout.
They'd near gave up
And stopped to sup
When Old Winky gave a shout.
"Let's all march back
To Dinky's shack
And we'll bar a rope from him!"
Poor Izel-I
Was 'bout to cry
When they leaped up with a grin,
So off they went,
All at a sprint,
To Old Dinky's cabin door.
They knocked a bit,
Then opened it
When they heard Old Dinky roar.
Then Mizzeltoe,
With voice of woe,
Explained the situation
And Dinky laughed
'Til bent in half
At their strange explanation.
"Come, sit a spell.
Fergit the well,
You can have a cup on me!"
But Noddin said,
Shaking his head,
"Dink, I don't believe you see.
How can we know
Next time we go
Passin' by the dad burned well,
If we should stop
And let to drop
Our brand new oaken pail?"
"But if you stop
And let to drop
Your brand new oaken pail,
Would not a splash
Or thud or crash
Tell the status of the well?"
"By jove, yer right!"
Yelled Izel-I
"And it's grateful that I am,
For much I feared
That once down there
T'would've ended in a jam."
They stayed for tea
And buns with seeds;
There was cake and pudding too,
And a giant gel
Shaped like a well,
Filled with gobs of creamy goo.
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Where is the Maiden who Sang by the Stream
Where is the maiden who sang by the stream?
Fragile she was, like some misty dream.
Pale as a star, as shimmering.
Why has she left us so lonely and bare?
Left on the wind without a care.
Left on the wind, no longer there.
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Bonnie Mutchler has written hundreds of poems since her childhood, several of which have been published in anthologies. She lives in Missouri with her one eyes cat Blinky and loves her Super Poke Pet, Clucky.
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