Lullaby for Vampires to be sung to the tune of Brahms

Lullaby, little vampire

The sun it is shining

Go to sleep, don't you weep

Night will soon be nigh

Then you'll crawl from your crypt

And wind through the window

Free your fangs on sweet prey

And feed from their flesh

Lullaby, and good-morning

Deathless vampires don't stray

From the cool clods of earth

In the light of the day

Let sleep, little wanton,

And dreams of destruction

Fill your head, little leech

'til the sun goes away

Lullaby and sleep tight

Knowing demons surround you

Around and about you

Above and below

Soon the sun it will fade

To a night dark and cloudy

And to humans we'll hum

This last lullaby

Lullaby and good night

Lullaby, my delight

Go to sleep, don't you weep

As through the night we creep

We've crawled from our coffins

And wound through your window

Freed our fangs, you're our prey

Now we'll feed from your flesh

A..J. Ponder 

Truth is there's no artistic merit to this one at all -  it's only here to match the zombie lullaby, for as everyone knows where there are vampires, zombies soon follow - and vice versa.   It was done with the urge to provide tasteless lullabies to go with a version of Brahms Lullaby I found, and to practise using a set cadence.  After all - who isn't thoroughly sick of vampires yet? 

Of course if you're not sick of vampires - why not check out Rudyard Kiplings Vampire poem - here - who would have thought?

Lullaby little Zombie (Lullaby for Zombies 2 - to Brahms)

Lullaby, little Zombie

Don't cry out for brains

Never sigh, when they die

For all humans are the same

They will weep as they say

It was all for the money

They will sigh as they say

It was your fault anyway

Lullaby, little zombies

Don't you go and wake now

Or stop those who will take you

And bury you alive

Now there's something, little zombie

That you ought to know now

There's one thing, little Zombie,

If you wish to grow

You should run, little Zombie,

Run from the reaper

You should fear, little zombie,

Fear, fear itself.

Wont' you cry, little zombie,

And suffer forever

Touch the fire, little zombie

Let your skin burn and peel

Lullaby, little Zombie

Believe all the lies

Wrapped up tight in the night

And sung lullabies

Soft and warm in your bed

Don't cry out for brains

Never sigh, now you're dead

All humans are the same

A..J. Ponder 

This is remarkably tasteless lullaby can be sung to Brahms - it was written on the 1st of August last year, and the points it makes are just as relevant as ever - and even more tasteless.  An apparently simple zombie lullaby - kept on twisting itself a new purpose - highlighting the extent to which organisations are prepared to risk other people's well-being for their own gain, including their peace of mind. 

Perspective

I have a slight problem with reality

People keep telling me what it is

Who gave them the right

to frame the world 
like a picture

drawing everyone into

a two dimensional nightmare -

a fantasy of realism

framed in guilt

How happy they must be

inside their golden borders

but

I do not like my cage

so I say 'no!'

The world is bigger,

higher, deeper, brighter,

more unfathomable

and dangerous

than you think.

And yes, there are monsters,

dark,

beneath the clear blue waters,

bright,

beneath the clouds.

So do not scoff

and press me like a flower

against your flat earth,
or the pages of unwanted books

for although I cannot see it all,

I see you hanged 

dead 
against the wall.

A..J. Ponder 

Ok, it's international women's day - just a bit late - mostly because I don't stand for such things, preferring classier options, like for instance, international talk like a pirate day ;)

Cross

This

Day

I haven't had a single thought

That isn't cross

Heavy

Hard

Angry

So

Smile

There

Will

Be

No

Poetry

 This Day

A..J. Ponder -

I wrote this over a year ago now, March the fifth to be exact.   Strange that it should echo back now so that it was the only poem I could think of for this week.  Maybe it is because the cross is such a potent symbol -- it can mean so many things.  And so I offer this cross, one of many, so that it may be shared.  

Kiwi Heroes

As the world turns,

Past grieving mothers,

Fathers, daughters, sons,

Families torn apart -

People shine,

Students, heroes,

strangers,

All their hands

Full

Of spades, buckets, brooms

They mean to sweep destruction away

These bloody kiwi heroes

Even as they rail,

Even as they grieve,

Standing tall

Together 

Against an Earth

That just wont stand still.

A..J. Ponder

Yes, this is because of the Earthquake.   I wanted to acknowledge all the heroism, large and small, of the people of Christchurch and the crews who came in to help.  They are all kiwi heroes.  And I hope that is of some comfort to everyone who has also been affected and feel so very much at a loss as to what to do.  (PS I heard money is good, as usual be a little careful it is going to an organisation you can trust to get it to where it is needed most.  See my previous post if you're really stuck :)