Category Archives: FANTASY

“The whales no longer come here/And this coast has fallen on hard times”.

Misuzu Kaneko’s poem “The Whale Hunt”0 whales__00hami_0247

Have you heard of tiny Melinda Mae,
Who ate a monstrous whale?
She thought she could,
She said she would,
So she started in right at the tail.

SHEL SILVERSTEIN

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Lovers, to bed ; ’tis almost fairy time.

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For now to sorrow must I tune my song. 
And set my harp to notes of saddest woe. 

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My soul is an enchanted boat. 
Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float 
Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing.

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Congenial spirits part to meet again.  
But she was journeying to the land of 
souls.

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My age is as a lusty winter, 
Frosty, but kindly.

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The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 7 February 1931,

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The spirit- world around this world of sense 
Floats like an - atmosphere, and every- 
where 
Wafts through these earthly mists and 
vapours dense 
A vital breath of more ethereal air.

Come on Milhouse, there’s no such thing as a soul! It’s just something they made up to scare kids, like the Boogie Man or Michael Jackson. Bart Simpson

 

 

 

The Wild Boogie Man

 

The light of day fades in the sunset
The wild child crouches in the bushes
Waiting for his childhood friend to wander into view

KAILA GEORGE

http://www.poetfreak.com/184764/the-wild-boogie-man.html

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Outhouse

I grabbed the torch one real dark night
and bolted down the yard.
The shadows stretched their long dark arms,
my heart was beating hard.

Mum said there were no boogie men
but I was not so sure.
The wind was howling through the trees
as I ran for the door.

I shone the torch across the seat
then shone it up the wall.
I’d hate to get a spider bite
or see things creep and crawl.

 

When I was sure that it was safe
I’d hurry up and go.
Then I was done. I’d check again
for any deadly foe.

 

I made the dash back to the house
the devil at my heels,
and once inside I’d slam the door.
You don’t know how that feels.

One freezing, rainy, winter night
scared, I used a bucket.
When morning came I’d empty it,
I’d just go and chuck it.

Alas, when I woke up next day
forgetting it was there,
I kicked it over spilling it
and cried out in despair.

I sure am glad that things have changed
in places we reside,
’cause I’m not frightened anymore.
The outhouse is inside.

http://members.optushome.com.au/kazoom/poetry/bushpoetry.html

When the ape cannot reach the banana with its hand, he says it is sour” ~ Bambara (Mali)

http://www.glimpsesofafrica.com/african-quotes–proverbs.html

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All right,” said Susan. “I’m not stupid. You’re saying humans need… fantasies to make life bearable.”

REALLY? AS IF IT WAS SOME KIND OF PINK PILL? NO. HUMANS NEED FANTASY TO BE HUMAN. TO BE THE PLACE WHERE THE FALLING ANGEL MEETS THE RISING APE.

TERRY PRATCHETT.

When a path is traveled all the way to its end, where then does it lead?

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“You must learn to know the difference between tales and the truth, my Liza, she would say. Fairy tales have a habit of ending too soon. They never show what happens afterwards when the prince and princess ride off the page.”

― Kate Morton, The Forgotten Garden

“Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons. But when all is said and done, they have one thing in common: They are shooting stars-a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity. And in a flash, they’re gone.” Nicholas Sparks

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Carpe Scrotum. Seize life by the testicles”
Rowena Cherry, Knight’s Fork