Throwback Thursday Poetry: The Evil Tlea of the South Sea

the Sun shown bright upon the sea
it glistened and sparkled with glee
but near twilight it said to me
as i sat in my boat with three
“I bid you goodnight as I leave,
and warn you of the evil Tlea!
A creature of death that is He.
Your demise; by him it will be!”
the Sun’s grave warning we did heed
we sat perplexed, what did he mean
while He sank, we heard a strange scream
miles from home, the land of Smeeth
lost in thought of the evil Tlea
our death; by him would surely be

we sailed away on our wee boat
slowly losing all sense of hope
no land to see within my scope
we drifted on, we didn’t know
where we were or which way to go
the Moon called to us, “You there, Ho!
To be free, faster you must row.
Those pure of heart will make it home,
if you are not, Hell you will roam!”
another warning, this is so
but we still have not seen our foe
all these cautions but a no show
is this all real, how do we know
Tlea will not keep us from home

a noise rang out across the sea
the Moon had gone, too dark to see
“Who here wishes to pass by me?”
a cold, rough voice called from beneath
“To pass one must first be received,
by the great and all mighty Tlea!”
“Forgive us!”, i called out to He
“Did not mean to disturb your sleep!”
“You there the booming one who speaks,
I foresee your future is bleak.
Tonight your life I’ll take from Thee!”
“DO NOT TAKE ME!!”, i beg and plead
by morning the boat held just three
thanks to Tlea of the dark South Sea

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

Wacky Wednesday: September 16

Today’s Wacky Wednesday is filled with many holidays. This could be the most we’ve had in one day since starting on this wacky adventure. But first, we have our wacky words. Our first word is a noun from medieval days. A Quire is four sheets of paper or parchment folded to form eight leaves, as in medieval manuscripts. Most books today are comprised of several quires and are then stitched and glued together. Ratoon is another noun referring to a new shoot or sprout springing from the base of a crop plant, especially sugar cane, after cropping.

Now the many holidays. Let’s get our token food holidays out of the way. It’s National Cinnamon Raisin Bread Dayand National Guacamole Day. I don’t recommend mixing the two. It’s also National Stepfamily Day and National Working Parents Day. If you want more fun, today is National Play-Doh Day. It is also Mayflower Day, commemorating when the ship set sail from Plymouth, England on September 16, 1620. But enough about uptight white people. Today is also Mexico’s Independence Day. Cinco de Mayo is often confused for this holiday, but it was September of 1821 when Mexico won their independence from Spain.

Tuesday Poetry: The Ethereal Stones

The wind scratched my face
Like dragon’s breath
My horse fell and died
From too much heat
My armor removed
Too hot to wear –
This enchanted stone
Keeps me alive
It conjures water
Into being
I hunt with my sword
Enough to live –
Banished to this land
I could not kill
The river serpent
That cunning demon
Plagues my kingdom –
The enchanted stones
Hold the power
To vanquish evil
But I have one –
One mage can find them
The Algonquin
Will I live in time
To find the stones

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.