The Spider God by The Green Flare

Posted on March 2, 2013 by Cathie

The Green Flare is flaring again. I love the images the words they use create. Words flowing easily into shapes and feelings that explode like an exploding thing every so often like a deliciously rigged box of chocolates. Enjoy!

SPIDER GOD

Godhead sat in dingy lair.
Uncomfortable on a liars chair,
Flicking poison everywhere,
Whilst crazy vapors filled the air.

All it saw in others good,
It spat upon;
Just like it would.
It’s web of insecurities,
Brought all before it to their knees.
Twisting thoughts and taking tongues,
Tainting air within their lungs.

It turned the world upon its head,
And messed with it till it was dead.

And then it sat and moped and cried,
Regretting those it’d caused to die.

“I’ll resurrect you, make you shine,
Just how I’d like;
So you’ll be mine.
Think like me.
Dance for me.
Do everything,
Do all for me.
And then I’ll let you breathe,
You’ll see.”

Poison all who come within,
Then smugly scratch your mottled skin.
Let your silent traps begin,
And beckon other spiders in.

Dark spider god its flock dispersed,
Must seek new flies to do its worst.

But I with truthful, shining pin,
Can pierce its bloated abdomen.
Stir the ichor,
Acidic brew.
And curse it roundly,
For all its done to you.

Hopelessly

Posted on February 26, 2013 by Cathie

Hopelessly,
Trapped in this dreadful banality,
Tragically,
Seen what it means to be really me…
Futility exercised,
Helpless,
Pathetically;
Drowned in the wake,
Of this
Tragic calamity.

My life, My rules!

Posted on February 24, 2013 by Cathie

‘You need to be less emotional dear. Don’t take it to heart, don’t take things so personally; my, what an imagination you’ve got; you don’t live in the real world! Just try to fit in a bit more; what makes you think you’re something special?

This poem was written to everyone that has ever/often had some of the above comments said to them. Don’t take any notice!!

My Life, My Rules!

I hear your words,
So clear and plain.
And tell you,
I have felt the same.

Until a lesson
Learnt one day,
Transformed the world
In which I play.

When obviously
You don’t belong,
Remember;
You are right not wrong.

You words have worth,
Your feelings too,
And out there,
There are more like you.

Don’t waste your time
On those who can’t,
But rather
Tell them, ‘No I shan’t!’

I shall not waste
My time on you,
On all the
Pointless things you do.

Now this new world,
My life, my rules,
Has happily
Removed the fools.

And looking out
With different eyes
I see a world
Without their lies.

I see a world
With more like me,
With minds
That rainbow bright, can see.

Go change your world,
Keep strong your mind,
And soon,
A universe you’ll find!

The Gathering Boy

Posted on February 9, 2013 by Cathie

This story was passed on to me by an enchantress. I met her at a friends house recently. I always meet the most interesting people there; interesting if a little scary. Her idea of a boy sort of matched up with my idea of a big, strong man, but hey, perspective is everything. If I was a couple of hundred years old I might feel the same way! She was busy preparing binding magics to perpetrate on a dragon that she believes has eaten one of her boys. Lovely though she was, I have to say I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of her!

My Gathering Boy

I sent him out at dusk last eve,
With tasks that he must do,
I sent him out to gather… things,
I sent him out, to you.

I sent him out my Gathering Boy,
Unarmed,
And now mislaid.
To bring me what I needed
For enchantments;
Now delayed.

I sent him out to Black Heath Mire,
By way of Uthers Woad,
Without a single warding spell,
And now I fear his blood runs cold.

I knew the places he would go,
I knew when he’d return,
And still my Boy has not come back,
My heart begins to burn.

To know than my investment,
That I’ve fed and clothed and taught,
Has vanished so mysteriously,
My efforts come to naught.

And never mind the magic
That was wasted and decayed,
No never mind the devils out,
For I have been betrayed.

I sent him to your filthy lair,
For bones and teeth and skin,
You said you wouldn’t do it.
LIAR!
I know you’ve eaten him.

You’ve changed your face,
BUT NOT YOUR WAYS,
You couldn’t just…resist,
You’ve swallowed down my Gathering Boy,
And now I’m really ……..ANGRY!

Really, I’m not at all happy.
If he still breathes, send him back.

Portsmouth Spinnaker Tower – A View from Gosport

Posted on February 4, 2013 by Cathie

Portsmouth Spinnaker Tower through the mist as seen from the bottom of Gosport High Street.

Cinderella’s Rockefeller

Posted on February 2, 2013 by Cathie

Well it’s taken a while, but here’s my first poem of the year. Funny where they come from sometimes…I woke up with the words Cinderella’s Rockefeller in my head and the rest of it came in a splurge as soon as I sat down in front of the laptop.

Cinderella’s Rockefeller

You were my Cinderella’s Rockefeller,
Pockets full of fancies,
With smiling eyes that hypnotise,
That hurricane advances.

More villainous than Herod,
Dealing dreams instead of flesh..
I thought I’d found my everything,
My heartfelt dearest wish.

But streaming vapours
Hid the truth, the face I couldn’t see,
’twas no glass slipper in your hand,
Your love was not for me.

A villain not my saviour,
A scoundrel through and through,
You took my love, my everything,
Now all that’s left is you.

There’s a hurricane raging in my brain,
It’s all that’s left of me,
Until you find another fool,
Then death will set me free.

Watching Aliens by The Green Flare

Posted on December 9, 2012 by Cathie

The world of words, I’ve been absent for a while… The Green Flare is holding the fort, as usual. Thank you Green Flare!

WATCHING ALIENS

Aliens watch from another world,
to them the human seems absurd,
Work by day like programmed drones,
Then rush back to box like homes.
Just time to eat and watch the news,
Which Alien sees informs their views.

Fear, fear, fear.

Mad paper chase it is for you?
Just numbers on a balance sheet,
Pays the rent and lets you eat.
You dare not get off of the train.
You must pursue a life of gain,
Even though it gives such pain.

Aliens watch from another planet.
Laughing at the way we planned it,
But for Earth they do not care,
Just the minerals laying there.

Bastard Aliens.

Pants

Posted on November 18, 2012 by Cathie

Nobody
Should
Ever be,
At sea
Without
Their
Pants.

Unless
They’re
Going
On holiday,
Down
To
The
South
Of
France.

Wolf Girl

Posted on November 3, 2012 by Cathie

Summer blue is in my eyes.
No longer all wolf
I smile,
Sharp teeth glistening
In the afternoon glow.
It’s strange
To be out
In this daylight hour,
Mostly human,
And unafraid.
A silent howl escapes my lips
As I smile.
The curse is breaking,
I can feel it.

Summer blue is in my eyes.
Come,
Kiss me,
I have a gift,
And it’s
For sharing.

What Dreams May Become

Posted on October 14, 2012 by Cathie

The Green Flare, has, as usual, saved the day! Laid low by nuclear cold germs the most I’ve managed to do this week is blow my nose and feel sorry for myself!

The Green Flare on the other hand has produced the usual level of brilliance in today’s submission called ‘What Dreams May Become’.

Thanks GF!!

WHAT DREAMS MAY BECOME

I read today
They’ve found a way
To get into our dreams.

They’ve succeeded with rats.
And
Next it’s the cats.
Oh my, what terrible scenes.

Upon us they’ll creep.
Interfere with our sleep.
Inserting their mind fuck nice and deep.

Neuro-Surgeon in rubber gloves,
Will steal upon the nodding doves,
And plunge his fingers in our brain,
We’ll never ever be the same;
When they steer us with their dreams.

Black market funny?
Show the money!
Anything can be had.
Want to get right out of your head?
Step on up and plug on in.
All leave here with drooling grin.

Far better that, an idiots song,
Than to bear the truth of what we’d become.

When they can stick their fingers in my head,
I tell you true, much rather dead.

Light, Dark and Shade

Poetry, prose, observations and interesting things from a Hampshire based lady. Humorous, serious, frivolous, frightening and thought provoking words. All comers welcome!