Dream: Cute Simulation GameWhile wasting time in front of the ISP-hosted underground amusement park/university I explain to two elderly Russian women (they are surprised that I speak Russian), that against my own expectations the underground amusement park is not a rip-off and that there even is a delicious confection, which one can have for free and in unlimited quantities. I give them a piece each.
The following takes place on a small square grassland in front of the entrance to the underground amusement park. I play a game with four cute miniature people (each of them the size of a finger), who harvest wood from two trees and re-plant them after complete exploitation. They walk freely without being bound to roads. Along with wood, they collect fruit from fruit trees. I consider letting them plant two fields of crops for harvesting. Their housing and storage consists of one building made from wood only, so they probably do not require rock as a building material.
One of the people manages to get stuck on a pat
DosentomatenTomaten in Dosen
Brauch' ich für Soßen
Für Penne, Nudeln und Spaghetti
Ketschup ist eklig
Was essbares daraus zu machen
Ich brauche keine Pizzen
Ich brauch kein Glutamin
Hollari, Hollari, Hollero
Ich züchte selber Nudeln
Und esse sie dann Roh
Hollari, Hollari, Hollero
Jump With MeThe atmosphere of verdant tangles
Bittersweet in burning lungs
And far beyond the drifting lakes
Cerulean 'neath ardent sun
A pleasant wind o'er gentle skin
Alleviates young boiling blood
Fine nimble limbs cross natures path
In brisk pursuit of one beloved
And tender hands reach lovingly
Soft shackles meant to set one free
Lead to the macrocosmic edge
Sweet lips invite "please jump with me"
Call of BlackbirdsThe call of blackbirds fills the sky,
A mass of darkened wings.
They come with tiny trumpets and
Announce the coming spring.
The TreesTHE TREES
The trees drifted in the breeze,
There lied a trap,
betwixt the sap.
A hunter, a killer,
asunder, a triller.
One day a warrior, much more than a man,
walked into town with his sword in hand.
He walked past the shops,
he walked through the village.
where eager eyes were ready,
Then he came to the trees
a wall of green...
A man ran up and said,
"Sir don't go through there!
Or the grave of the others,
you also shall share."
So the warrior walked in,
a grim look on his face.
walking with caution,
into this dark place... but of the trickster he could not find a trace.
Presently, the coward was running,
because he knew the strong one was coming.
He ran and ran right out of the woods,
taking with him his weapons and goods.
These trees were now restful,
tranquil, without harm,
without this great warrior
even lifting his arm.
Death of a RoseCold, cold heart of death
laying on the hard ground
exposed to the elements
never making a sound
no plea for assistance
or demands to be warmed
for this frozen rose
remains there fully formed
its rich velvety petals
red against the grey gravel
stand out so vividly
no more will it travel
decorated with droplets
of fine powdery snow
this once beautiful rose
remains there still aglow
in its dying moments
its scent lingers on
frozen in time now
until the following dawn!
© Lissie Bull 2014
The BlackbirdHi! Thanks for reading. I love writing these, and feedback, challenges, or requests are always appreciated and without further ado, here is prompt number five!
Silvery flakes drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The blackbird swooped down…
Silvery flakes drifted down,
Glittering in the bright light of the Harvest Moon.
The Blackbird swooped down and landed on a brittle branch.
He watched the forest floor.
Beneath a blanket of snow, the Earth slept,
And nothing stirred.
Nothing, save the Blackbird.
At length he raised his head the sunset Moon.
The forest relayed its restless cry
Through the Wind,
Through the Branches,
Through the falling Flakes.
With shrill cries the Blackbird answered,
Then wings spread, flew away.
And the Earth stirred no more.
I hope it was worthwhile. I think it was.
WinterThe winter looms and heaven's gloom
It buries joy and mirth
And in its spite with deathly white
It covers all the earth.
The Blue AbyssThe sea Is deep, deep and wide.
Sometimes calm and clear,
others cause of mortal fear.
O' tell me what secrets you hide.
Here in the deep blue abyss terrible beast reside.
Sea monsters rise from the dark.
Strike the ship, wraps around,
captain and crew sink and drown.
Hundreds of arms, eyes, and teeth.
With it takes their souls to keep.
Taller than the mountains of that far, far east.
Back to the depths it goes to sleep.
As the modern day does dawn,
at these stories they yawn.
No hellish visions, from the blue abyss.
No more gallant maiden ships.
Surely such animals are dead and gone.
Such tales often go untold, all worth more than gold.
Giant squid, and whales battle,
for their lives each must grapple.
So die the legends of old.
Sun and Snow - RubaiyatGleaming snow covers the ground,
Seldom green can be found,
The air holds an icy chill,
Now that winter has come around.
The shimmering sun beats down,
Thick grass needs to be mown,
Birds are home from the south,
Now that summer is in town.