These original poems are copyrighted by carolyninjoy.
A troll's feet
My feet of clay wedged in my mouth, a sight that isn't pretty.
I shouldn't have pointed a finger. I don't know what to say,
I learned a powerful lesson as I pondered on this rhyme.
I paid the price, the penalty steep. The cost was high indeed,
In future times before I act, stay balanced on the fence,
It wasn't very funny, I'd have to say was droll,
copyright 2006 carolyninjoy
I walked a path where evergreen trees, blocked all but dimmest light.
"Human, Human go away, this place you don't belong.
And as I swiftly turned away, a fleeting glimpse I caught.
"Human, Human go away, this place you don't belong.
For she wasn't the only magic seen, that day walking in the woods.
Walking through dim forests, I yearn for a fragrant scent,
Saying "You did it right, so thank you!" as I felt the gentle breeze.
copyright June 2006 carolyninjoy
Take only pictures, leave only footprints.
The crippled dog turned three times slowly
He perceived light dimly through cataract clouded eyes.
He stumbled up in the semi-darkness,
Not once to deny his master's voice.
Harsh hands bit into his aching sides.
A rubber strap wound around his foreleg.
copyright November 2006 carolyninjoy
Guestbook graphic by Paint Pots Graphics
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My better self did not prevail, I acted downright snitty.
My nose was poked where it didn't belong, my jugdment headed south
I'm feeling pretty iccky, with clay stuck in my mouth.
for when I looked down at my hand, four fingers pointed my way.
So I prayed for strength to do no harm and wise dominion use,
to be a better person and from taking sides refuse.
Keep my nose where it belongs, not plunged mindless in the fray.
Lord, give me strength to make it right, for I hate the taste of clay.
for when I went against my 'Self' I lost a piece of me.
Now when I consider what really is the toll,
I'm giving further notice, I'm just another TROLL.
for when I'm wrong, I must admit there is no good defense.
The razor's edge is keen and sharp, the cuts can run so deep.
I walked away with blemishes, cuts abound on both my feet.
As I looked into the mirror, I saw another troll.
Tree sprites laughed but were unseen, heart full and spirits bright.
A fragrance sweet, passed on the breeze, I couldn't tell its source,
until I fell upon my knees and heard a whisper hoarse.
You know what things are right to do, but still you pick the wrong."
I shook my head in total shock, disbelieving it was so.
Yet there she stood, hands on her hips directing me to "Go!"
More magic was afoot this day, wee spirits overwrought.
The sprite or elfling disappeared, I wanted her to stay,
so sadly turned and left the wood but remember to this day.
You know what things are right to do, but still you pick the wrong."
So when I do go walking through, the giant wooded halls,
I remember dear, the message clear from a being very small.
Take only pictures leave only 'prints' is what's best for all of us,
I heed this creed because it's right and in her words I trust.
I thought I glimpsed a unicorn but don't know if I could ~
reveal the place I saw it, quick glimpse of golden horn,
I only know that moment when I found my hope reborn.
"Human, Human go away, this place you don't belong.
You know what things are right to do, but still you pick the wrong."
I'm now grown old and foolish, and full of sentiment.
Yet the other day I hobbled through the taller still youthful trees,
I thought I heard a whisper, as I knelt on creaking knees.
before lying down in his self-made nest.
He wasn't sure if the call was his master's or not.
Loyal to the very end.
"Here boy, good dog" seemed to echo.
He tried futilely with toothless mouth to bite.
A quick stab in a vein. Then he was no more.
