The Little Unicorn

Deep in the heart of an enchanted forest,many moons ago surrounded by beautiful areas of cascading waterfalls and green wooded glades,there sat a lonely patch of ground say - oh no bigger than your bed.
None of the forest creatures would ever dare to cross this patch because it was so dark that nothing ever grew there not even the grass.Unbeknow to anyone this little area in years before had been just as lushious and green as all the rest of the forest,but a greedy troll had left his cave one summers evening to go hunting for food when he happened upon a young Unicorn.
The Unicorn had never met a troll before and for this reason he was rather cautious about the strange creature standing before him. The troll talked to the young Unicorn for a while and it was'nt long before the troll convinced the Unicorn to go walking through the forest with him, plotting in his mind as they went.
"I think i should like to have him roast over a burning pit and hang his magical horn in my cave" thought the troll to himself,all the time smiling and befriending the unsuspecting Unicorn.
"I really should'nt go to far into the forest" said the Unicorn "at least not without letting my friends know where i am going." "Don't worry" said the troll,slyly, "not too far now."
They walked slightly further into the forest when the Unicorn saw the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Waterfalls and rainbows,flowers blowing with the evening breeze and creatures playing in sunset carresed by the most delightful sounds. Suddenly the troll pulled out his dagger,made from the darkest wood from the darkest place in the forest and plunged its twisted blade straight into the Unicorns heart. The poor Unicorn did'nt have time to turn and run or even to let out a cry as he looked at the wicked troll who was grinning at him. The young Unicorn just shed a single tear which dropped to the ground then the Unicorn fell,his magical blood soaking the area around him. So the troll picked up the Unicorns body and left to go back to his cave,never to be seen again.
Much time had passed by and the young Unicorns parents often searched for their child but as the forest was so vast they never came across the spot where the cruel troll had slaine their child until one day they saw a small fairie who was all alone and looking down at the area very sadly.
"What is wrong little one ?" they both asked, "Why is this ground so barren and cold yet all around is so beautiful."
The fairie told the Unicorns of the sad story and what had happened,which made them both cry as they realised it was their young one who had been taken. But as their tears fell something quite magical started to happen. Five very strange looking buds started to sprout from the dark ground below almost causing a now ever increasing group of forest creatures to stop and stumble over themselves and each other. Out of all the buds only one continued to grow as the others merged into it,becoming a strange and large looking mushroom.
Very soon the area around the mushroom had become as beautiful as its surroundings but there was something different about it. Even though the glade was bathed in a vast amount of sunlight the area shone,maybe even glowed. Within an hour or two the mushroom had grown to be the same height as the two Unicorns legs and even though the sun had gone the whole area was still bathed in an eerie light,eminating from the mushroom. The small fairie walked over to the strange looking mushroom and to everyones surprise a door appeared at the base,out of which came a small elf like creature.
"Do not cry for your loss" said the creature to the two Unicorns, "your child is safe and happy with us and wants you to know just how much he Loves you both and to celebrate his life,not to mourn his death."
"But we will never see his beauty again" they both exclaimed to the elf. "Now that your tears have bought Love back to this forsaken ground this mushroom will always be here,and i entrust our fairie gaurdian here to care for it" replied the elf. "Whenever anyone comes to this glade they will forever be filled with joy and happiness whilst your beloved child watches over them, living in our world, coming back here every few years." But that my friends is a whole other story.

The guard and I

The GUARD had come to know their faces indivually, Once so bright and eager.Now blanched with the pallor of prison,Their gestures the tired jerky movements the of old men,worn out with endless weeks,months years in prison.The stink of it; sweaty bodies, bad ventilation,old socks, despair.How could he bring himself to voluntarily , arrive each day. The overwelming smell of despair, invading his nostrils. Men in name only,all hope abandoned,no longer functioning as human beings. Simply passing the endless hours, going through the motions. with as little emotion as it takes to get through yet another endless day.Waiting for release of any sort,ready to explode.A feeling of total worthlessness, any small thing will do. No, No, this is no place for man or guard ,this! No sence to it,no rhyme or reason exists in this system. Ridiculously long sentences. Outside these cold, heartless bars that I now call home, what a wast. Society is turning the key, and its back on us. No,No, this is no place for a prisoner or guard this! Pent up emotions ,are ready to explode. How much longer can society carry this load.Yet for me, now it goes on, months and years. How many more,does it really matter. That poor guard going home ,is as much a prisoner as myself, who stays here behind these bars. Old men, no matter what our ages, the guard and I.

5 word poem

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sex

fame

The Moon Frowns

The Moon frowns and hides behind the clouds;
An Empty Nest is a sad place.
Forlorn thoughts flit across her mind...
Dark shadows she casts on the earth below;
The new adult packs her bags and tries to look mature.
Inside, she’s still a little girl who needs her mom.

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ah christmas

ah christmas what a time full of cheer and joy abundant, family calling round and constantly in touch, at times it was allmost too much.my nephews and nieces suddenly loved me to pieces,my children constantly at my door ,Dad its you we adore. well chrismas is no more,(Iam left with a silent door,)a mute phone ,in short i am left alone.The season is no more joy abundant I am left redundant.never mind my dear i am sure they will be back next year

Grow your own monkey

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pearl flowergirl

Pearl was a flowergirl pretty as a pettal, sweet as a rose,oh how i would love her tulips under my nose. She hadhair like bramble,my hands they would ramble.small as a daisy she made my head hazy. Each day i would see her like a busy daffodill, standing behind her till.busy busy busy with her friend lizzy.I wish all this wasnt just in my head, i would love to take her home to my specially prepared flowergirl bed, enough said.

pipe smoker ode to my brier

The pipe smokers delight, is when you light it right.So i have put it in poetry form, to make lighting it the norm. Firstly tap it out ,blow down the spout. turn it back over. You are now ready to begin,placing your tobbaco in.The first layer shouldnt be to tight ,just keep it light .The second and any other, should be slightly tighter.Now for the lighting up, its not as simple as it sounds,mistakes abound.Scorch the top layer ,dont attack like a slayer.Pat it down,grins all around.Now suck it down,You are now ready to relaxe, spoilt only by the thought that 90% is Tax.

Twenty Pounds

The high is amazing for twenty pounds a shot, just another twenty and that’s me lot.
Little do I know it’s going to take everything I have got, “it’s rising out my pennies” but I still want more, “just another pipe and just another score.” Am getting really high but that’s not enough, another pipe and another rush.
Sound as a pound, but I need to come down, so I take a little (golden brown). The feelings all good just for a minute then you get that old ugly spirit.
It’s calling you again and again and you know this is getting a really big pain.
The pennies have gone and your out grafting, the rain, hale and snow, that’s all you know.
So next time you go to spend the £20 to get an amazing high ask yourself the question is this £20 that’s going to make me die!

Cambridge Crow-child neglect response unit

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Crappy the Clown

He often talked of suicide as if it was a matter of fact.
So it was no surprise for me to hear that he lay on the railway track.
And he waited for the train to come and end his needless pain.
It was going to be his very last trip, he would never ride again.
And when at last, as the train had past, he let go of all his fears.
And he left me lost and lonely, nursing months of endless tears.
But what he clearly failed to see was he lost his pain and he gave it to me.
And now I walk this path of pain, knowing I’ll never see him again.
I tried to explain with the greatest of tact, that I just couldn’t commit to his suicide pact.
And I guess that he wanted the reasons why, when he wanted my help I weren’tt ready to die.
It was cus I had much more I wanted to give, and to accomplish this I needed to live.
And I’ll tell you what always gets to me, the thing that makes me sad.
Is so many chose to end their lives, just because they’re mad?
And now he is dead and has gone to Heaven, and I know he is feeling happy.
He was always the clown, in my home town, the clown that I called crappy.

I wish

I once was what I am no more, here hiding behind my door. i wish it was as it was before, I cry behind this door, I die behind this door. Why isn't it as before, it's not as it was before. I would love to remove 'that bloody door'.

Farmer

I see myself as a farmer, and all my friends as good seed, I plant them in fertile soil, and give them all they need. I weed around them, nurture them and water them to the last drop, and when their fruit has blossomed, I’m gonna harvest my first crop.

TV

If you watch too much TV, you’ll end up with square eyes. It happened to me, I needed to see, I decided to compromise. I ordered square contact lenses, which I fitted in an awkward manner. And when I had to remove them, I took them out with a spanner.

Crack

Crack cocaine is the drug of idiot’s, you pay for it through the nose. And where does all your money goes, only your dealer knows. He’s saving up for a flash new car and a luxury villa in Spain. And all he’ll leave you with is your emptiness and pain.

Wife

My wife to be, must be mad as a hatter, for wanting to marry me, I’m fat, bald, diabetic, bipolar and can hardly see. I could tell you more but it would take up a day. But she constantly reassures me, saying ‘don’t worry babe, I love you this way’.

Cats

I have two cats, they make great pets, one fatter than the other. I’ve had them since they were very young, they think I’m their mother. It doesn’t matter really, when feeding I’m the chap, and at least they do me one great favour, they go outside when they crap.

Guinness

That ice cold pint of blackish tan, half inch of creamy top. Flows down so smooth and easily, you never want to stop. They say it’s really good for you, made with iron fit for bridges. At least that could explains why I’m attracted to the magnets on peoples’ fridges.

Sweaty sock

The trouble with a Scotsman, is when he’s had too much to drink. That’s when he bullies weedlings cus he don’t care what they think. But if he feels you’re harder than him, he’ll cower at your feet. And lick your cheesy plates of meat, it’s really quite a treat.

Blind man

It’s never really easy when you start to lose your sight, you get blinded in the sunlight, you bump into things at night. You’re impailed on bloody bollards, bending lamp posts with your head, and when the council come to straighten them out, they send the bill to you instead.

Dope

There’s one thing that’s always puzzled me, each time I go to score. Is after ten minutes or so, I hear a knocking at my door. Outside the door my mates are there, begging me for some dope. I let them know without delay, they have not got a fuckin hope!

All about me

All about me; i'm small and hairy and I live in a tree. Bushy tailed, fast of foot, you thought the next line would say 'the colour of soot!', well you're easily led, i'm actually red, I live in a hollow, eat nuts and spend the winter in bed.

Rabbit

Fast, you should see me run, thirty miles an hour-that's just for fun. Spend my day just lying in the sun. Storng back legs, small fluffy tail, long pointy ears, each has a function. Many enemies that's true, no rent, or rates, no bars or gates. Now who would you rather be, me or you.

Coffee cup

When my coffee cup is dirty and stained and fit for the bin, then I know it's just right for making my coffee in. That's the same time as the wife says 'ug!, throw it out'. 'I like my cup this way!', I plead, let it stay.

Fishing

On me bike, with me bait, sunday morning musn't be late. Out with me rod, head down for a nod, on me own today; lonely without me mate. Said he couldn't come without his special bait. Oh well, time for that nod, do us a favour, watch me rod!

Just missing an old friend

Remembering-I wasn't there when my mate Jeff took his final breath, i shall miss him that's for sure. No more, to hear his little knock and lyrical voice at my door. No more evenings in, putting empty cans of stella, one after the other into the bin and later on the floor. But Jeff was much more than that to me, his was a face I was always glad to see.

Mouse

i come out at night, oh, i have such fun: i climb the pipes; across the rafter; Our night is full of laughter. A bit of biscuit here, an apple-core there; There's always enough to eat, i like it here-it's really neat. Oh, cheese-i'll take it home, give the kids a treat....SNAP!

A Tissue!

you get two hundred tissues in a box, i counted them one day. yes, no doubt, i tipped them out. but how to get them back in! i pushed them and i poked them, then i committed a mortal sin: i turned them into four hundred, and put the buggers in the bin!