Unsex Me Here

Oh how burdened am I by the

Unbearable constraints of my sex

That I can

Do little more than sow seeds of ambition

And pray to reap a plentiful harvest,

Manipulate with greatest skill until I can

Nearly taste Duncan's blood,

Entice him to the act until

Death bestows upon me the crown. Oh curse the

Servitude of femininity, my

Purpose is greater than to have some

Obscene creature nursing at my breast; what I would not give

That I were not a woman!

The Fight, "Sleeping Beauty" Prince Philip Haikus

Swish of my blade,

the darkness of her evil,

is thick as the fog.

Throw my sword quickly,

deep in the belly of her,

cries like the thunder.

Me, "The Dark Knight" Joker Muses on His Own Intellect

The darkness falls,

the die is cast,

these are words,

heard in past.

They've all been heard in the past.

Cliche is not,

what I thought,

when I want

to instill riot.

I want destruction and riot.

And there he,

in dark mystery,

tries to kill,

the legendary me.

Me oh me, the infamous me.

Mwah-hahaha!

Heartless

Beatless;

nothing to keep this

mass of metal in metered motion,

no way to judge if I'm

alive or otherwise

Feltless;

for no friend could I

possibly produce the perfect proof

of genuine affection,

beautiful and true

Sickless;

never will I

long for a lover who has left me lonely,

or miss the days

spent togethering

Breakless;

fearing not the

sudden shattering of something sacred,

or needing to mend a

crack unfathomable

Peter Pan Watches Grown Ups

They laugh in warm rooms
With steamy mugs in hand
I see them sing songs
While playing with
Bubbly water in sinks
I wonder...

They watch the flashing box at night
Late, late at night--
When littles ones are snug in bed--
And sip sweet drinks
From funny glasses and smile
I ponder...

They move cars fast behind little wheels
And carry shiny telephones in coat pockets
And I wonder
And I ponder
And I frown... and now sadly think,
All children grow up
Except one.

Watching Jane Fall In Love

Your cheeks blush slightly darker now,

a rose left blooming longer,

and your delicious cherry smile

now a chocolate-covered secret.

Oh my beloved,

there is something going on about you.

Your laugh rings slightly higher now,

a purer sounding bell,

and your gentle whisper of a voice

has a breathless undertone.

Oh my beloved,

there is something going on about you.

You say you want such love for me,

but my happiness is yours.

Oh my beloved,

there is something going on about you.

Atlas' Plan: A Haiku

I'd love a quick nap--
Holding out for 2012.
Should be worth the wait.

A Year of Love, "Final Fantasy IX" Garnet's Thoughts

Fall

I fall in your arms with the slightest of ease,

any girl would wonder why, if you please,

explain it to me, once more if you will,

why on earth did I take that love pill?

Winter

You win me over, you know how you do,

I think you'd never lost a girl too.

I thought I'd learned better than that,

to fall for a "theif" but not with your chat.

Spring

By now I spring in your arms by day,

I know that you laugh more than you play.

The world around is always in trouble,

and that's where we loved, through all the rubble.

Summer

Now you sum her to be your girl, silly

but I shiver now not cause I'm chilly.

Because you are gone, we know not where,

all we know is we left you... right there.

A year has gone by and now I am queen,

I know not what happens, whatever you mean

I'm sure you meant well... until it came-

you appeared in my court, no matter your look

I fall in your arms,

You win her over,

My heart springs with joy,

You sum her life up,

you ask if I want you, and my head shook.

Forever my love, forever my dear,

forever in my heart, you're now here.

Being Loved, "Hercules" Meg Ponders Her Predicament Prt 2

It's strange.

I never thought he'd be a man of my ideas or taste.

It's odd.

His sheepish smile and naivety make me tremble again.

It's back.

The feelings that were hid behind glass doors are returning.

I'm wrong.

There's no way that I could fall for this trap all over again.

I'm lost.

But if the feeling are true, can I not celebrate them?

I'm right.

I did it, I gave my life for him to save the world now...

He'd gone.

After I had died, Hades had a mad man on his hands.

He'd save.

The world and me, by his heart of gold and heroism.

He'd loved.

I did know that it was there all along, underneath me.

He'd loved.

He loves me.

A Terzanelle of Lament for Innocence Lost

Why do you rush about on trains

when truth lies out the window?

Why do you rush about on trains

discontent with where you've been- though

I'd understand it if you didn't shut your eyes

when truth lies out the window.

But to you childhood is lies,

a hat is a hat is a hat,

I'd understand it if you didn't shut your eyes,

did not ignore the perfect sunset that

could save you if you weren't so sure

a hat is a hat is a hat.

A beautiful rose, ever pure-

oh why do you rush about on trains?

She could save you if you weren't so sure

that you must rush about on trains.

Being Broken, "Hercules" Meg Ponders Her Predicament Prt 1

It hurts.

It bleeds more than anything else I've ever felt in life.

It burns.

Deeper and deeper in my skin than the day before.

I loved.

I cherished him with every inch of my heart, all of it.

I yearned.

I thought that it was mutual, between two hearts in love.

I gave.

To keep him alive, I let Hades have my work, my life.

He left.

More broken than I had ever imagined one could be.

He left.

Without a backwards glance, he went with her.

He left.

My promise to Hades still in tact, forevermore here.

He left.

I was never meant to be loved or cherished, just hate now.

He left...

He left me.

Helen In Training: A Cut-Up Poem

(Taken from articles and ads in Glamour magazine)

Reveal the goddess in you
How to catch his eye
Lose 5 pounds this week
Sexy abs, gluts and thighs

Reveal the goddess in you
Play with the smoky eye look
Will you leave the house without make-up?
How many numbers in your little black book?

Reveal the goddess in you
Eleven outfits that slim you down
Thirty-nine gorgeous hair ideas
Getting ready for a night on the town

Reveal the goddess in you...

A Self-Conscious Hobbit Lass: A Haiku

it's not my stature...
i'm not good enough for him:
i trim my feet hair.

Kringle's Lament

I'm getting fatter every day.
I can't fit in my red fleece.
I'm embarrassed by what I weigh.
I'm fearfully obese.

I've suggested these new diets:
Atkins, South Beach, even vegan.
But the Missus pretends she can't hear it,
And I know what she's a-thinkin'.

She's just waiting for my end,
When her cooking clogs me completely.
Then she'll have the business to herself
And likely move it to Tahiti.

George Washington's Haiku

Wind bullets through horses,
Treading years of snow, thinking:
Damn that cherry tree.


--Sarah Johnson, 1-10-10

Super Haikus

Batman (on Robin)
I never did like
his holy exclamations-
need a new sidekick


Robin (on Batman)
Why didn’t he think
to ask Alfred for some pants?
I feel so exposed

Scarecrow's Haiku

Why the yellow brick?
For function or aesthetic?
Oh if I only…

Aslan, to a Lass

Your tears come lately, little one,
Oh daughter of Eve--I am here.
It will be paid what has been done;
Your tears come lately. Little one,
Your story has not fully run,
And since you have a motive for cheer
Your tears come lately. Little one!
Oh daughter of Eve! I am here!


Sarah Johnson, 1-9-10

Ever After, Less Than Happily

Sometimes I miss the simple things-

The way soap bubbles smell
as they swirl and dance
prism colors shimmering
across the floor
at the prodding of my scrub brush,

a smell soft as feathers,
slightly sweet,
and always a hint of something that sparked thoughts
of whatever you wanted most.

Not this ensnaring floral mockery
every proper lady
must be bathed in
before she can be seen at the castle,

full skirts swirl and dance
across the floor
at the request of gloved hands
and the too-loud orchestra,
a dizzying scene
for one so used to cinders.

Tarzan's Haiku

tree bark sticks to trees
what makes tree bark stick to trees?
i will eat that bug


Sarah Johnson, 1-8-10

Meeting Narcissus in Hell

Walking along the narrow
lanes and corridors of Hell,
trying not to meet any empty eyes,
knife wound throbbing in my chest,
portrait throbbing in my mind-
Will this unholy image
be my eternal cross to bear?
And as I pondered
vain declarations of my youth
I saw before me
the most beautiful boy-
More fair, yes, than I ever was
I do confess it-
wandering aimless, agonized, confused
amongst the tortured souls
asking, “Have you seen my love?
Have you seen him?”
Out of intrigue more than pity
I posed the question
“Who is this love of yours?
Who could truly love such a fine face?”
For I knew the lies and trials
that lay down such a road.
He told me of the boy in the water,
the most beautiful boy-
Golden hair and pale complexion-
he described himself flawlessly,
and suddenly I understood.
I knew his love well.
I walked him to the Styx
and pointed down, declaring
“Behold! I bring you to your beloved!”
And as he bent himself low,
smiling over the surface,
close enough to kiss it,
I shoved him in,
kicked him hard for good measure,
for sink he must
in order to escape the fate of vanity.
oh, murderous impulses impossible to forget,
I may have saved him yet.

Juliet, to a Flower

You, pretty lissy, fain would try,
'Neath coiling woods and darting sky,
To offer more than comely face
To any traveler stopping by
On way to a well-loved resting place.

For extend to me your leafy hand
and, regretful love, I will retract
from a sorry future, short and pained,
given by thy touch's impact.

I must admit thy charms are great
Which causes some my heart to break.
Thy dewy luster hides so well
The lurking notes of poisoned fate:
The saddest story e're to tell.


--Sarah Johnson, 1-8-10