Jack and Jill
Went up a hill
To play a little game
Jill spun �round
And hit the ground
Jack, he did the same
She gave a grin
Then cupped his chin
Jill kissed him on the nose
His cheeks burned red
He spun his head
Jack plucked her a pink rose
Jill pointed way up high
And punched Jack in the eye
Backward he fell down the hill
She jumped for joy
At the screaming boy
Oh, what a bad girl, that Jill
N. Naylor
January 9, 2003
Jack be cunning
Jack be slick
Jack set ablaze
the candlestick
Jack be quiet
like a mouse
Jack moved silent
Through the house
The hall was dark
The family slept
To the bedroom
Jack he crept
Like an angel
There she lay
The moon watched
In a silver ray
Her wrists he grabbed
Daring to be bold
He hopes wickedly
The leather strap will hold
In her mouth
He shoved a rag
Hard enough
To make her gag
Her eyes grew wide
And began to tear
She cried and twisted
Writhing in fear
Jacks body shook
With greedy desire
In one quick motion
He set Jills bed afire
He smiled sweetly
At the burning Jill
That will teach her
To toss him down a hill
Little Miss Muffet
Little Miss Muffest
Sat on her tuffet
Eating her curds and whey
Along came a spider
Who sat down beside her
Smiled and bid her good day
Friendly he seemed
Beside the cream
Miss Muffet set out her palm
In he hopped
A wink he dropped
All the while keeping his calm
She went about this and that
She give him a bit of a pat
He grinned at the scent of her flesh
Silent she stood
At the sight of blood
But, oh, what a fine mess
Her skin grew hot
Her eyes saw not
But she could just hear the spider say
�Oh, my silly child
you�re out in the wild.
When you see a spider, run away!�
And there say lay
In a pool of whey
The poison had caused her to die
He crawled in her ear
Then waited a year
And wove a web in her eye
Nina Naylor
January 7, 2003
Visions of baby angels ascending the stairway to heaven
Beams of majestic light warming the earth
Puffs of cottony clouds where feathered wings rest
Stars watching us with glistening eyes
But what if Heaven doesn�t watch from above
What if the sun is but a star?
And angles do not flutter about at all
What if the stairway doesn�t lead up?
What if heaven lies within the sea?
And bubbles hold our souls and not clouds
Bouncing here and there in radiant blues
Giving comfort the magic�s creatures
And the angels don�t have feathered wings and halos
But fins and gills as they frolic
Singing songs of praise and protection
Swimming with a grace no bird of flight could know
Perhaps our souls don�t take form as blinding light
But as a blessed dolphin, free and wild
Helping man when they can�when we listen
Exploring things we never thought possible
I hope heaven is not a place of sorrow and redemption
But a magical world of peace and beauty
In the calming seas, with sun warmed waters
That as a human I can visit when I please
S. Rain 04-26-01
My Love
Her name alone means youthful
As you could see within her eyes
The innocence of a child
With the spirit of hells fire
Her silent voice tucked behind silken lips
Her silent tears tucked behind shielding lids
Outside she holds the ferociousness of a tyger
Inside broken and scarred, scared and shy
Her hair seems woven from Osiris himself
Golden rays within each strand
Her shimmering eyes plucked from the night�s sky
Making you bend to her every command
The laughter of an angelic cherub
With a gods given grace
A demons given curse
A most mysterious face
She alone holds my heart as no other can
To make it soar above the sky
To make it bleed in twisted pain
And mine is never to ask why
For my Julia.
Nina
9-10-99
Under the moonlight four witches play
Praising the Gods in their own way
In the North towers the Earthman gallant
Strong and fearless, Proud and valiant
Loyal is his heart to the clan
Protection lies within his hand
In the East stands the Mother Air
Bold and Bright, Honest and Fair
Mother to the clan she be
Nurturing the witches three
In the South, Mistress Fire burning bright
Sure and confident, the guiding light
She joined the clan, free and wise
Entrusting love within her eyes
In the West, lives Lady Sea
I admit, the witch is me
In the clan to learn and adore
Our circle lives forever more
Heroin eyes wear suicidal tears
New pain to end the old pain
Silent fiends scream for solace
Light begins to blur and wane
Poison rips through her veins
Destroying all that was human
Red blood turns black with death
A girl who never became a woman
Too afraid to live, too afraid to die
Too ashamed to wake from this sleep
Voiceless shrieks call out to God
She�s sorry for promises she didn�t keep
Sorry for the talent she�s wasted
Sorry for the beauty she�s slain
If only she could feel love for one thing
One thing without searing pain
A fairytale ending without a kiss
No prays said for the dying
A girl decaying without a name
Angels watch, but not crying
Memories of days she used to dance
Golden hair spun round and round
Now a fallen heap upon a floor
Tortured soul driven down, down
�Get up� she cries,
But the world fades fast
�LIVE� she pleads,
But that breath was the last
A strangers� daughter
Shattered on the floor
The demon doesn�t love her
Not anymore
S. Rain
July 22, 2002
What does your heart look like?
Is it a mesh of muscle and veins?
Is it a distorted circle painted red?
My heart has eyes blue enough to make the river envious
And chubby little cheeks, painted with freckles.
My heart loves pink ballerinas and red puppy dogs
My heart hates fish and mean little boys
My heart cries silently in the corner when she�s sad
And dances around in boisterous circles when she�s not
My heart says what she feels regardless of consequence
My heart sings songs only she knows the words to
My heart is afraid of the dark and creepy crawly bugs
My heart wears blue ribbons in her silken hair
My heart is never as happy as when she is in my arms
I have the most beautiful heart of all.
What does your soul look like?
Does it have angelic wings?
Is it a blinding light?
My soul has soft ringlets that frame almond eyes
With a laughter that would make the gods smile
And a scream that would chill the cruelest of daemons
My soul loves Davie Bowie and creepy crawly bugs
My soul hates dog kisses and thunder storms
My soul dances naked in front of the television
My soul needs a kiss to sleep at night
And a hug to wake in the morning
My soul is never as bright as when she calls my name
I have the most beautiful soul of all.
My soul thinks my heart hung the moon in the sky
My heart thinks my soul created joy
I think my heart and soul bore my life.
S. Rain 7-20-01
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