The Royal We

trio in nature

The Royal We

We held a meeting
Called a quorum
Banged the gavel

Called to order
Read the minutes
Decided that we

Would try to do some
Things a little different
Around here

Thoreau was right
You know
Those words of his

On vanity and writing
Sitting down before you
Stand

Stand up and do some living
And we decided more than that
Life has had its share of fear

And when you meet it, stare it square
Fear  is  lost
A mystery not lost on us

We banged the gavel rung the bell
And called it short
This meeting of the minds

Released us, we dive into life
The three, we conquers now of fear
That while the meek may inherit the earth

Joy comes in the morning
And in the afternoon
Right after you stand up

To fear
Tell  it to take a hike
And took a stand

To do your living standing up
Before you vainly
Sat to write

Of all the weight of glory
We felt bearing down
Upon the three of us

The business of a life well lived
Thoreau
He knows

And now
So do we
The brave and  royal we.

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Taming The Dragons And Other WIld Things Under The Moon

hb spencer saveWhen we were young
We bathed in Milne

Bears and  a boy washed away a day.

And when we were young
We sat folded up in cramped desks,
Modern twist on utilitarian form
Pretzel legged
Puzzled by
Poetry in chalky white on a plain black board

And studied Ogden,
silly was in vogue.
The sixties begged for humor, cried even
Laugh In
Rowen and Martin and very short poems
A bear and a boy and silly
grown men

Can take the edge off of a war
And your mind off of
Politicians who die too young.

Pooh slayed his dragons.
There is strength in numbers
Now as then, a friend can help
You fight the foe
together

However wild
However scary

When you cross the river
And you are two

You too may declare
“Shoo! Silly old dragons”

Because you are two, arm in arm
Bear and boy, Christopher and Pooh
Dragons go up in a puff of smoke
And disappear
Into thin air

“It isn’t much fun for One, but Two.”
When slaying demons and dragons
Strength in numbers was never more true

And wild things that go bump
in the night
are easier to fight, as two.
So after you tell the moon,
“good night”
Tuck in your dragon, nice and tight.

Check under the bed, pray and search the room.
Now you are free

To dream by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon.

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joining tweetspeak poetry for their poetry prompt this week, Dragons etc. Click here to discovery more poetry from my friends at Tweetspeak.

The Cowardly Lioness Finds Courage, The End

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Joining Lisa Jo Baker and a wonderful community of writers for her five minute friday writing prompt. Today’s word is afraid.

5_minute_friday4The Cowardly Lioness Finds Courage, The End

The beginning and middle are there
But it is the end that matters
The most
It is the end that is a beginning
Really
Starting at the place where the Courage
Was found and the fear fled
Starting over at the point where the spirit of brave
Replaced a spirit of timidity
Beginning anew life of freedom, being born free
Without the bonds of cowardice and fear weighing
Heavy on the backbone and oh the weight and
Oppression in shaking and trembling

But the end is good
And the end is worthy of celebration
And it is as if all the stars shine bright in a celestial celebration
Of new birth
They shimmer and shine
The speak with their twinkling, speaking good news
Of new and brave
Shouting courage for living, courage for flying, courage for soaring
She is born anew

And it is as if the heavens light a candle on the backdrop of ebony velveteen draping
And unveil the new creature

And her name will be

Unafraid

The Lioness who lights up the night sky.

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(And thanks for grace for a bit over the five.)
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