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Octelle

Pen v Paper

Don't do that, it really tickles
The blood of life from me trickles
On your fingers, leaves a mark
With your eyes I see your work
On my page my blood runs black
All my tricks can be most slack
Don't do that, it really tickles
The blood of life from me trickles

(c) Jan Humphreys

 
A Secular God

I am the god of the new age
Gather round and pay me homage
I ignore your pleas and jeers
Blind to both your joys and fears
My soul throbs with great power
Lightning flashes, hour by hour
I am the god of the new age
Gather round and pay me homage

(c) Anya Blye


Bosworth Fields  

Where once red wine poured down their blade
They form a cross where history played.
These cold bloodied creatures flashed
Minds and bodies torn and slashed
Sharpened tips screamed out in pain
Wailing over corpses slain.
Where once red wine poured down their blade
They form a cross where history played.  

(c) Jan Hedger


The Pen

Though I am a mighty weapon
The blood I shed is all my own
Compared often to a sword
All I lay down is my word
The page is my battlefield
All readers before me yield
Though I am a mighty weapon
The blood I shed is all my own

(c) Ashley Jordan


Grains of Life

The silent sand was in distress
Parting sea could not impress
No lonely tears could it cry
For the sun had baked it dry
No sparkle could it cajole
As spades dug deep, to its soul
The silent sand was in distress
Parting sea could not impress.

(c) Jan Hedger

 
The Bell

Way up in the rafters, swinging
Please leave me alone, I'm singing
Everyone who hears my voice
Feels invited to rejoice
Though I run from side to side
There's no place for me to hide
Way up in the rafters, swinging
Please leave me alone, I'm singing

(c) Ashley Jordan

 
Vertically Unchallenged

Vertically unchallenged
The giant hurt the forest
Broken sunlight found a way
To turn the night into day
Holographic unicorns leapt
As the crushed foliage wept
Vertically unchallenged
The giant hurt the forest

(c) Robert Brandon


On the Beach

Neptune thunders along the sand
Where the ocean meets the land
Undulating serpent swells
And of distant places tells
Shells whisper secrets to me
Promise that I'll soon be free
Neptune thunders along the sand
Where the ocean meets the land

(c) Ashley Jordan


The Pipe

He comes to me, when it is late
A craving only I can sate
Tenderly, he lifts me high
And gives a contented sigh
In my belly, lights a fire
A fragrant cloud of desire
He comes to me, when it is late
A craving only I can sate

(c) Ashley Jordan