The Contents of a Tesseract

There is:

One to need me
One to miss
One to write to
One to kiss
One to hold me as we sleep
One whose secrets I must keep
One who pins me to the floor
One that wants me, nothing more
One to sing to on sweet summer nights
One to see off on all of his flights
One for every thing and deed

And one is really all I need.

The line of his nose
The smirk of her smile
The color of his eyes, so brilliantly blue

The arch of her brow
The curl of his hair
All daily remind me of you.

I miss you, Dad. Your life was half-lived
With so many dreams and wishes undone
You left
When my adult life had only begun.

You demanded a promise
You asked that I stay
You were so worried about what She might do

You cried on my shoulder
You begged for my help
And I turned my life upside-down for you.

No longer allowed to follow my path
Trapped in existence that I’d never choose
For Her
I could do nothing but lose.

Here is my daughter
Here is my son
Here is my sweetheart to help me be strong.

Here is my family
Here is my life
My path is returning to where it belongs.

What She does isn’t my fault or my fate
I’ve abandoned the guilt that was not your design.
You’re gone.
She has her own life; now I can live mine

-Jen K

Looks like we lost another pop culture icon today. He helped me remember biology, he made me laugh, and admitedly, he played a mean bongo drums.

So, Bob Denver, this one’s for you:

When life gets you down,
and there’s no cash for town,
Don’t let your face get lon-go
Play some jazz on your bongo!

Who needs your own isle
when you’ve got so much style!
Would you pick beat-nick?
or sad little ship wreck?

Bob Denver, you played both
with pizazz and flair
but Maynard G Krebs
was beyond compare.

We’ll miss you, mate.

(not my best, but not bad for being depressed.)

I wrote this for when Heather needed to get out of tight situations. Since this was a frequent occurance, what better way for a bard to calm the townsfolk than with a song?

Gently, Good Sirs!
If the Grabbing and shouting quit,
You’d see I’d never pick a Duke’s pocket!
I am a bard! I do not deign
to be a thief! I entertain!
I kindly ask you, quit your leering!
The king himself gave me this earring.
My lute? What do you need that for?
I’ve had it since I swam ashore!

Who’s this Elvis you keep on about?
Seems to me, he’s quite the lout.
So what if I have ears like his?
I have spells, too! Does that make me a wiz- ..
Ah.. NOW I’ve got your attention.
All it took was magic’s mention.

Now.. Please..
Kindly listen to my songs
Pay me as I go along
A rogue I’m not, as you can see
So with your gold please honor me
And if you hate the chords I pluck,
Remember that they bring good luck.
Good luck indeed! To all that hear
Best luck to those that offer beer!
For I am a bard!! I do no wrong.
My Name? Heather Feathersong

(also, Elvis is a friend’s ranger character. He’s quite annoying to Heather).

(written for my Bard character, Heather Feathersong)

Annnnd… we Tumble, we Rumble we Fall in a Jumble
OH what has happened here?
Tis either the very undead come alive,
Or Roscoe has had too much beer!

While walking upon a lonesome road,
A halfling I happened to spy
Twas dangling down from Furious Troll,
His fists quickly pounding its eye.

(chorus)

Another time, Roscoe’d come to court
Of King Drull, a jealous old man.
He pinched the arse of the queen to be!
And after him the whole village ran.

(chorus)

A halfing’s life is quite mundane
With Farming and quiet reprieve
‘tis prolly why the whole bloomin’ lot
Has eagerly paid him to leave!

(chorus)

Now, ye may ask “why do ye stay
With a rascally fur-footed soul?”
He saved my life a time or two
And his charm has taken it’s toll!

(chorus)