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A Lonely Princess

Where rocky cliff meets stormy sea, a castle perched, forever be. Where gray stone surrounds little seen sky. “Twas this fortress a young princess cry.

The princess post birth, her parents delight, treasured by day, guarded by night. Feasting with jesters, ponies, puppets and maids, a gaggle of servants draw bright velvet shades

With sentry of knight to share all her dreams, her eyes shut tight to hide her screams. Time wasted limitless, she wished for an end. The princess was lonely without a true friend. . One morning awoken by a kiss from a queen, sleepy eyes opened to a sight seldom seen. Golden light sparkles in diamond pane rare, a sapphire morn burns black coal night air.

A tasty breakfast served on tray in bed. Downy pillows fluffed to rest her head. The king arrived more jolly than ever, with riddle to solve, if anyone clever.

“What may have wings cannot fly. Holds a heart yet cannot die. Shaken pitch laughs off rain. Having one a princess to gain?”

The joyous young girl made many a guess. The kings’ piddling patience grew less and less. The queen and knights all had a try. The king muttered “castle!” with a loud sigh.

The room bemused by the riddler’s zeal. Most unconcerned with how others feel. A castle repeated in more pleasant a tone, a home for a princess to call her own.

But first a short trip outside the wall, where grass tickles feet and trees grow tall. There are lessons to learn from tutors wise. There are truths to see with growing eyes.

Now’s time a princess must prepare, for the eventual call of a prince to be dear. A someday king awaits his throne, whence you shall rest upon your own.

The princess knew the day would come, a bartered prize as was her Mum. No fairy tale endings for spawn of kings. “Tis a life shackled with heavy gold rings.

Adventure awaits, no time for self-pity, freedom’s short locked in a stone city. Knowledge abounds beyond heavy gates. The princess skips past on worn ancient slates.

Beneath a fine bonnet of satin and lace, excitement glowed on her adolescent face. Her velvet shoes barely touching the dirt, a merry cyclone a-swirl in silk skirt.

Her mentor soon waves from path by wood. Magical flora beckons, some bad, some good. Wonders overwhelm in green forest lush. An ocean of emeralds painted with brush.

With each lash a-flutter bursts a new color. Light and shades multiply them all more. With the thirst of a sponge she did explore, where surprises abound when not looked for.

A gentle breeze blew, a little leaf flew, bright sky filled in the space anew A ray of sunlight kissed a shiny stone. Atop a bed of dewy leaf it rests alone.

With a tiny tap upon its shimmering side, the distant fates of two collide. Surface cracking on this egg thought stone, a heartbeat wakened with thunderous tone.

Out popped a plump lump, beneath wings of scale. A pat on the rump exposed its long tail. A final stretch thrust shell shards to leaf. And there lie a creature beyond belief.

Warm smiles shared with a new friend. A precious little pearl, the girl’s to defend. The gazes shattered by a howl from the trail, ‘twas the elderly teacher, impatient and frail.

The princess knew what had to be done. The babe hid under her bonnet and bun. Down the path she ran back to the gate. Yelled to the guards “The teacher was late”

Gates barely open she slipped through the crack, escaping notice of the tail down her back. Safe in her chamber they shared the night’s meal, both sharing puckers with fresh lemon peel.

Then swathed in plush robes, kissed on the head, the fledgling was tucked safely under the bed. Each night passing, more robes to conceal, this teething tot with big teeth that’s real.

Each day growing from the princess’s scraps, she grew thinner, now padded with straps. The servants grew nervous at both the sight, one lie near weightless, one flew in the night.

The princess’s secret though soon was known, when her expanding friend went out alone. The knights became dazed by armored flight, their swords no match for the hunger of night.

The king and queen where too nearly maimed. Pawns, bishops and rooks where all to be blamed. A wizard was called to tame the toddler beast. His tenure cut short when almost a feast.

The creature now huge, truly loved the girl. She called her Sunshine, the princess’s Pearl. Together they frolicked on the castle rooftop. The king spying danger called for a stop.

Shouting “time’s come to put childhood behind, It’s now time to marry, I’ve someone in mind. He’s brave, sweet, wise and kind, at least I’m told. There’ll be time to adjust as you both grow old.”

Escorted by king to the royal coach and four, off to be locked behind another gilded door. Her fate was sealed by a noble families need, alliances grown with common regal seed.

But with a twist, jerk and a naughty giggle, the squiggly princess was free now to wiggle. Breaking free, running fast, past all unaware. She zigged and zagged toward the rooftop stair.

Screaming loudly for her only friend Pearl, who tried to save the much pursued girl. A guard with a pike held Pearl on a chain. Blocking the Sunshine’s escape of the reign.

Seeing her friend at the top of the stair, Pearl snapped her links then into the air. The petrified guard fled from his post, grabbing for Sunshine he’d surely be toast.

The princess ran to the edge of the roof, yelling to Pearl, she feared aloof. The big eared beast sharply turned about, hearing her Sunshine’s gloomy shout

The king with guards, knights and queen, Stormed to the roof unprepared for what’s seen. The princess looked back, blew a kiss to her mother, and a warm thoughtful wave to all the other.

Then with a carefree step she disappeared. Plunging to her sudden death, or so was feared. The mortified lookers all lunged for the ledge. Hoping the princess landed safe in a hedge.

The king peeked over, not wanting to see, when up rose his honey like a big bumble bee. She hung from the neck of her dear friend Pearl, now bonded for life, this dragon and girl.

Higher she climbed with a dragons eye view, a view to be viewed by a very small few. Now all surveyed, now all her realm, Sunshine’s the captain, Pearl the helm.

Over forest and mountains, ocean and stream, free in a world where she need not dream. Adrift on her Pearl upon the endless sea, confined they now be in the realm of fantasy.

The king broken hearted wept in his sleep. The queen always still with never a peep. They later agreed to bare a new heir, whether be girl or boy was not a care.

The next child’s fate was sure to be better, born free of mind and trappings of luster. A loving heart nurtured by family and friends, and given the choices to choose their own ends.

The princess returned in time for the birth. The kingdom was full of merriment and mirth. The princess enchanted with a friend who flew. And all ends happily as fairy tales all do.

* The End

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Season’s Reasons

Life fades to fallen hues.

Winter’s white with deepest blues.

Spring’s upon a pastel moon.

Summer shines none to soon.

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Sprung

. Bunnies nibbling fresh spring grass. Clouds as time leisurely pass. Darkness consumes as does every day. Time as grass nibbled away. Sun’s rise, birds welcome sung. Minds unwind, spring has sprung.

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Welcome

Yellow’s out, green’s underway Pinks will wait another day Then purples, orange and brilliant reds Bursts of blooms thrust from beds

My world awakens, spring’s finally here Lilac hues fill the air Sunrise sparkles on morning dew Budding trees frame the view

Clear blue skies, picnics at noon Summer’s next, just not too soon

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Morning Triku #155 - Drums Rolling

. Taxing Tax Free

The nice thing about being an author is you wrote your own paycheck.

. More or Less

If you try sometime you do find you get what you tried for but no more.

. Dueling Wits, I Coulda Had a G8

If a sum’s greater than its parts, then parts lacking must be a summit.

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Taxation of Tagation

` I was a baby by conception A child with confusion A sailor by frustration And an engineer by education

I’m an appraiser by profession A husband with devotion A father of commotion And a poet by obsession

I’m a man in regression Not ready for stagnation So I’m penning a description On this day of our taxation

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Bird Brains

I woke up early and the sky was gray. The world’s in turmoil yet I’ve little to say. But the birds are happy in the mulberry tree. I can hear them laughing, maybe at me. ~ They see our world from high above, whether gull, robin or mourning dove. Their time alive is soaring free, while looking down on you and me. ~ For if to fly like a bird, we’d then flock but never herd. We’d hatch into a nest well made, free of worry cos no rent’s paid. ~ Just think of the places we could go. We could fly south before the snow. We could eat berries, bugs and worms, pretty much anything that wiggles or squirms. ~ There’d be no alarms or jobs we hate. We could fly to the stars our very first date. Then glide back down to a favorite tree. There we’d rest harmoniously. ~ But we’re not birds and that’s a shame. Our lives are grounded and mostly tame. But if to wish on this day that’s gray, I’d poop on those who stand in the way. ~ So maybe my wish is not about birds. It’s about people I think are turds, those who’ve prevented a world of peace, for you and me and a gaggle of geese.

~*~ SCK070820

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Y X Y

A world with few men - Peace and Harmony ahead. Few women – all’s dead.

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Lack Not

Writers block occurs When confidence is lacking Not inspiration

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Cycles

Inspiration is Seeing something that’s old and Feeling something new

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Goddess Dawning

. With our Sun’s embrace Darkness warms to brighter days Nourishing spirits

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Beget This

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Violence begets violence, peace begets peace Choices beget all

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The Write Time

I’ve done lots of things. But I haven’t done them all. There’s still much to do. And my list isn’t small. ~ My time’s growing short. My energy’s sinking fast. But I’ll never quit, as long as I can last. ~ Dawn will start my days. I’ll survive a wingsuit flight. Languages I’ll learn. And songs I’d love to write. ~ I’ll sail all the seas. But that’s gonna take a while. For now, smaller goals, today I’ll share some smiles.

~*~ SCK110622

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Easter’s Egging

’ The church bell rang and doors flung wide. We raised our heads and ran outside. Sitting’s done, now’s time for fun. Our Easter egg hunt has now begun.

It’s a perfect day with bright sunshine. Our baskets ready we waited in line. Till all were scattered on the count of three, in every direction kids ran free.

I ran first to my favorite tree. I found it’s the favorite of not just me. So off to the hedge where eggs always found, none’s left there so to the playground.

While the others searched I rode the swing. When they had gone I heard birds sing. I glanced to the trees and sounds nearby. Then off jumped I and into the sky.

I landed in sand on two feet and one hand, then a tumble or two and up I stand. I turned to the fence where tall trees grew- to search for a prize of an egg or two.

The chirps grew louder with each step I took. Did they tell me to leave or tell me to look? I kneeled near bushes and peeked below. I stuck in my hand as far as would go.

Feeling around for a tasty surprise, I pulled out an egg but smaller in size. Holding tight it felt warm to the touch. Then I knew why that bird chirped so much.

Gently I put the egg down on the ground, took a few steps back not making a sound. A whistle blew, the hunt was now done. But silently I waited in the midday sun.

My basket is broken and clothes dirty and torn. I knew I’d face my mother’s scorn. But there’s more to life than clothes un-ripped. There are some events that can’t be skipped.

There’s saving the things that you love. Then a bird swooped down from above. She tapped the shell lightly with her beak. A tiny head popped out to take a peek.

The mom nudged her chick back into the bush. Her frightful chirping turned to a shush Then another whistle blew, louder than ever. To stay any longer just wouldn’t be clever.

I hurried back, joining up with the rest. Our search was now over finding the best. My cousin won second, they had four. I found just one but I think I won more.

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Morning Triku #164 ~ Fine Lines

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Perspective’s the Point

Renaissance people

love and share to forever grow,

rebirth’s far too slow.

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Ills to Frills

Hate kills and love thrills 

Words will chill with fiery quills.

Never still pays bills.

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YOU’RE FIRED!

Hatred in the heart

cedes peace to heat in the head,

when one dies, two dead.

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Preservation

The culmination of a once great nation,

founded on principles of liberalization.

Enlightenment trumping degradation,

thoughts unbound, no stagnation.

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Liberty unleashing new illumination.

Opinions unfounded fuel frustration.

Left and right debate causation.

Answers found no destination.

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Conformity’s no coadunation.

Thoughtlessness fuels desperation.

Interdependence declares restoration.

Higher ground’s no damnation.

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Be Prepared

. I always carry

graduated glasses, then

one’s always half full.

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