Welcome to The Magic Tunnel in togths of the Grenberby
Dedicated to my mother Babe who took me there often…. She was magical.
This magical picture is wonderful and the artist is unknown…
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BEAUTY CAUGHT BY THE EVIL SH’MAN…
EVIL SH’MAN SPEAKS.
Hey! Come back here you Elfin Faerie!
Stop giggling, skipping and dancing, right now!
Caught again this time…
Feel the gripping of my grasp?
Delight, fright?
You Elfin mischief-maker.
This time you’ll pay the price.
Last time… You’ve plucked my “C” chord.
Making sure of that…
Ha! You laugh, tease, taunt and twirl,
but now meshed between fingers of steel.
Escape not.
The last laugh; mine.
Little green Faerie neither sex surely known.
Doesn’t matter now
For between my fingers, thou art.
So, wiggly. So smart!
My eyes will not close!
The night approaches. Willing not thou clever plan.
I sleep not!
Fighting sleep.
Sword drawn at my side.
Think Thou smart, do’est though?
Think ye shall wait?
Time your best ally?
Big green eyes look so sad.
Concerned for souls, are you?
Eyelashes ever so sweet and dimples warming pink cheeks.
What’s this?
One big tear begging release?
Ahhh…Turn Away! …
Beguiling charm!
Eternal soul sucking fascination of Beauty’s green eyes.
Devilish harm…
Look away!!! Fast!!!
No gaze at she!!!
The promise of your love I shall not see.
Turn away! I gaze down…
The trigger’s trap catches not; me.
Aye…DO NOT SEE!
Part Two:
THEN BEAUTY TAKES HER LEAVE AS THE EVIL SH’MAN SLEEPS.
Black night comes,
alone and cold.
Smart beauty sleeps warmed
By hands that fold.
In quietness the present enemy waits.
Beauty taunts not.
She need not…
For time be her friend.
Coldness aligns her side
And loneliness sang lullabies to her;
“sleep child sleep.”
SSH…Shh…
The fight grows small.
Sleeps on the horizon; it calls.
Hearing distance voices my eyes rest.
The hills and a mountain melody lays sleeps fog.
I answer…
Can you hear it, as well?
He snores…
“Gently gently, sleep.”
Beauty crawls from fingers once tight.
Careful, careful…
Not to awaken the captures soul…
She’s played before..
However it’d grown old.
She plays well.
A champion for sure.
Quietly quietly,
“SSH”…says She….
“Awaken not my game.”
“Comes tomorrow a fair shame is he.”
“Foe rest; later your dare…”
“Truth? Ha!”
“Thought you had me?”
“You foolish sh’man.”
“Look! Who has who.”
“Thought you’d won?”
“Ha!!!”
“Surely thought?
I’d not get away?”
Ah…Before Daylight shines…
“One last game..It affords me so…”
Whispers stories in midnight sleep.
You’ll think strange, “God’s” voice for certain.
Magical messages, images, songs and words;
“God’s!, not His at all…”
Ah Hah!!
“Goody, goody for me.”
“One more time before nights end
Can bully jab my soul.”
“NOT!”
Then; Beauty declares her win…
Her long fairy fingers reach for the harp.
The soul of her game?
To pluck his “F” sharp…
“Bold challenges,” said Beauty,
“HIS love I detest,
but, as He has made it,
I surrender my quest.”
By Bonnie Jennings
@Copyright 2010
THE KING’S DUEL
THE FINAL QUESTION?
Can the deep insightful King of Clubs
raise the final victory
over the overachieving
game playing
often clever
king of Diamonds?
Swords raised
not a final nod.
Eyes glaring steel blue and hazel green
facial lines fixed
not even a twitch.
Slowly woven like the Earth to the Moon
moving like a dance
made a circlular pattern
on the floors of onyx black
The King of Diamonds
so sure of himself
believed no fight
from the Club herself,
But the Club held dear
the truth in her heart
The Lord Almighty
was there
from the start.
Round and round
so slowly they moved.
The Diamond King’s lips
snarled a smirk
as he spit tw’ord ‘er shoes.
And the King of Clubs
shot darts of fire
her eyes told,
“He’za liar!”
The one eyed King
dazzled with diamonds galore
But, The King of Clubs
kept her mind
on the chore.
Over and around
the blades slowly moved
then picked up the pace
without any shoes…
Cling, clang, ding and gwong
the blades met
rangling a song
“All shiny and strong,
the song of a Savior,
That life is a gift
given by Him
and though expect treasure
we don’t always win…”
And so,
The Kings welded
their swords in the air
cutting their skins
and toppling their hair.
No whining
nor whimpering came from the two
but fierce wellbred bickering
whipped whistled twang pue.
The blades never ceased
the clang of the strikes,
faster and harder
beaten the life
Of one Diamond King
and the other a Club
but The Savior stepped in
to straightened their thuds.
Now, it came to pass
that The Diamond King
tipped his hat,
and gave up his crown,
and that; was that.
And The King of Clubs
Surrendered her heart
at a cross
on a hill~
decidedly smart.
For the hill is where
all kings will bow
made not of fools…
but of heroes,
Those, i am’s, of Thou art.
@Copyright 2010
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