Poetry collection

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Pg 315

Don't Yap, Chap, Or You'll Get Slapped

The Owl-man Onni led,
They make off to shore.
A boat there they get
With a solitary oar.

Can't resist, his gums flap.
Allowed to talk yet, or...?
He is suddenly slapped.
His left cheek left sore.

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Pg 316

Mosquitoes Die From Troll Blood Supply

He stares at his palm.
A sucker of blood smashed.
Wait... is there a chance
This carries the rash?

There isn't, Onni insists,
Mosqitoes die from troll blood.
There isn't any risk
If they encounter these bugs.

They only survive in places
Free from trolls, sheltered.
That's why a camp base
Like this is much better.

It's a way to identify
Which areas are troll-free.
But this still wouldn't fly
If it were at all up to me.

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Pg 317

Plan is To Clobber And Tie, Flying By, Lalli, Hi!

Don't pay the animals
You see here any mind.
Worry not, they're all
Immune to rash you'll find.

He says "We're here, go ahead."
"Eee!" the bird's response.
Flying past the vet, and
The leader's nonchalance.

They concoct a cunning plan
To clobber, kidnap and tie.
Try to talk, says the man,
As the unseen flutters by.

Flapping past the blondie Swede,
To talk to those that see her.
Death was not the end indeed,
Only made her materially freer.

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Hey, It's Me Tuuri (based on Angel of Mercy by Dire Straits)

Well there's a circle of fools
Shepherd's not bright
I got the reunion cool
Yes and the cousin's uptight
Now a few little words from a heavenly sprite
That's quite uncommon

Hey, it's me, Tuuri
I've come in a form
Hey, it's me, Tuuri
I'm a little airborne
The bright chick return-ed comes distinctly respawned
Almost forgotten

Hey, it's me, Tuuri
Hey, I'm a sprite
You're a sight for eyes sore
Don't be surprised
Now I'm restored
In a body of light
Sweet stranger

Well now it's the time for talking
We can talk now cousin
Let the family converse till the chorus of dawn
All we need is a little conversation
You got a reception
Well now we've come reunited, talk to me, yeah
Hey, it's me, Tuuri, Reynir turn your red head
Don't look at me funny
I'm just a bit dead
It's resurrection yeah

Hey, it's me, Tuuri
Hey, I'm a sprite
You're a sight for eyes sore
Don't be surprised
Now I'm restored
In a body of light
Hey, it's me, Tuuri
Got me dead in your sight

Well, I can't really calmly sit
I swear that death really does a number
You got to get into it
I gotta tell you that I'm ready for another

Hey, it's me, Tuuri
Hey, I'm a sprite
You're a sight for eyes sore
Don't be surprised
Now I'm restored
In a body of light
Hey, it's me, Tuuri
Got me dead in your sight

Hey, it's me, Tuuri
You got that right
You're a sight for eyes sore
Don't be surprised
Now I'm restored
In a body of light
Hey, it's me, Tuuri
Got me dead in your sight

Hey, it's me, Tuuri
A birdy in flight
You're a sight for eyes sore
Don't be surprised
Now I'm restored
In a body of light
Hey, it's me, Tuuri
Got me dead in your sight

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Pg 318

Springing Kinetic, Unapologetic

"Tuuri?" a quite surprised Lalli asking.
"Yep!" is the reply, the birdy with pep.
Back with a vengeance, a manner flashing,
Onto his hand, the beaming pigeon stepped.

Is there a reason he lied to his kin,
Regarding his heading and his purpose?
Didn't want him to come and be done in,
But isn't Onni here alone much worse?

That's irrelevant, he simply stated,
He doesn't care what happens to himself.
With the mask there, Mikkel's not persuaded,
Doubtful he doesn't care about his health.

Slipping his grip, a concussive imprint
Sorry, not sorry, 'twas an accident.

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Pg 319

Her Time Is Finite, To Wrest Grandma From The Blight

Are you... somehow alive?
Stupid, of course not!
Only here for a short while,
As her help was sought.

To reclaim grandma's spirit,
From the thing holding prisoner,
And in some way deliver it
To give peace of some measure.

With purpose, resolutely,
Togther from both sides.
To fulfil their duties
As Finnish soul guides.

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Pg 320

No Hunting In Lehto Land, Or The Community Be Damned

A little oasis, in
A mostly barren land
Welcome to these spaces,
But hunting strictly banned.

Protected by nature spirits
And the pair of forest gods.
Don't disturb the wildlife in it,
Or woe betide the offending sods.

Not only the individual
Will face the spirits' ire,
The whole community miserable
Will be in retribution mired.

Nearly extinct in many areas,
Mosquitoes you'll find therein.
Eerie but not precarious,
At worst they'll prick your skin.

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Pg 321

To Harvest Mushrooms And Berries Is Not Easy In These Sanctuaries

Trees as shelter do provide
But let under-vegetation bloom,
As they always let through the light,
Unlike the forests in the gloom.

Fertile soil in such oases
Supports a myriad of plants.
License to harvest these
Is not so readily granted.

Finding in a lehto, the lucky some,
An old world sauna still intact.
Give the spirits in it, to thank them,
A small appreciative snack.

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Pg 322

Skies Of Red, As She Flies Ahead

In a dawn of fiery skies,
A forest framed in red,
Looming in mammoth size,
The frayed, disease-d heads

Briery jackets thatched,
Raising ruined fading cages.
Crumbling, peeling, patched,
Rearing their putrescent faces.

Familiar brightly flies
As the other behind treads,
Before the binds that tie
Return her with the dead.

The companion attached
To the lonely defiant sage.
For a soul to catch
And bring the closing stage.

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Pg 323

Just A Vessel, Nothing Special

"Tuuri! Hey, Tuuri!"
An idiot obsessed there.
He asks "Can you see me?"
"I can see you!" he pesters.

"Yes, stupid!" she sasses,
Losing patience with Braidy.
From the man harassing,
Can they move away already?

The bird is just the vessel
That her spirit is now in,
As if it's nothing special
Or not so awe-inspiring.

Not getting the picture, Sigrun
Says "Stop squabbling over there."
Then saying the Icelandic one:
"But... it's Tuuri." pointing to air.

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Pg 324

Sorries Expressed, They've Been Finessed

You can't see her? It's okay,
Mikkel tell them she's here.
He uses a miming display,
Finger extended, sincere.

The others bend down to
Observe the empty digit.
Sending sorries profound,
To the invisible spirit.

Look at Reynir, so happy,
He's just pulling their chains.
It's a ruse, not classy,
Lalli, Tuuri not entertained.

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Pg 325

Hen Pecked, Face Wrecked.

Kitty little curious,
Hops onto the shoulder.
With a little wariness,
Pawing, a bit bolder.

Like a gelatin cloud,
A form demi-corporeal.
A jolting nip loud,
Causing to go aerial.

Suddenly snapped,
Bit semi-material.
The cat in a flap,
Delirium ethereal.

Did not anticipate
The claws, did the ghost.
Her actions did create
An instant scratching-post.

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Pg 326

No More Lacerations, Now Conversations

Conjured his sister's soul,
From the afterlife Onni did.
For what reason, what end goal
Was so an unorthodox move made?

Whatever rationale he has,
Will Onni spill his beans?
We won't know what it be, as
There's a dramatic change of scene.

There's a private conversation
'Tween a bloke 'n' birdy in his hand.
To glean some vital information
For the situation as it stands.

How did Tuuri slip away, out
Of Tuonela? the cousin quizzed.
She doesn't know exactly, what
The spirit can remember is...?

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Pg 327

What Ritual Or Pledge, Man On The Edge?

She was sleeping at peace,
For a long time she feels.
Until suddenly from her sleep
She woke, and there was Onni!

What practice was incited,
By the man recently bereave-d,
What ritual, charm or rite
Did he use to retrieve her?

In deep territory raised,
Unbalanced and incongruous.
Staring, staunchly gazed,
As he stood on the precipice...

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Pg 328

Outlay Steep, Make The Leap

Teetering, hovering,
Over this external pool.
Reasoning, observing,
Ingenious or a fool?

Steadying, emboldening,
Downed bow and other tools.
For this burden shouldering,
Bending or breaking rules?

Compelling, preparing,
For a transient renewal.
Rescuing from despairing
Fate cold and cruel.

Hurdling, hovering,
Over this infernal pool.
Hurtling, unwavering,
Ingenious or a fool?

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Page 329

Ever Deeper Descended, Nether Sleepers Suspended

Onni gets streamlined
To get a deep dive.
For a sister to find,
And somehow revive.

Plumbing ever the depths
In a black murky drink,
Ever shorter of breaths
Further, deeper he sinks.

From the living world bright,
To the shadows embrace.
Until surrounded by lights,
Frozen, suspended, in place.

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Page 330

Before He Lays Hands On, Face To Face With A Swan

Surrounded, overwhelmed,
Hundreds, thousands, even.
In this dark under realm
He tries to get thievin'...

Souls, contained, crystalline,
Slumber numberless abound.
In the unlimited enshrined,
Will the lost one be found?

Into the vision entered
Of the sage seer rough.
A bird front and centre,
Plump, with a fringed tuft.

Fate or lucky chance,
Onni prepares to scoop.
Before he lays hands on,
The sudden spirit swan swooped.

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Pg 331

Grandma's Soul Trapped, He Alone Is Not Apt

Better than most, Onni knows,
What the swan does to the those
Who disturb the peaceful repose
Of the dead there so comatose.

Numerous feathers, like daggers,
Surround the head of the haggard.
Forming all around the laggard
Leaving him shell-shocked, staggered.

He better have a very compelling
Reason for such a failing
In entering this lake dwelling
That he better be unveiling.

Onni better abbreviate it,
A kade has grandma captivated.
It needs to be eliminated,
But the mage needs to be aided.

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Pg 332

One Soul Surrendered, Two Souls Indentured

The reason Onni stated
Is deemed unsatisfactory.
Grandma's soul sooner or later
Will get there ultimately.

Before his life ceased,
One last try to persuade.
Her soul will never released
Unless it's somehow conveyed.

If he dies now, nobody will.
There'll ever be one soul short.
The swan strikes him with her bill,
For now, he has her support.

For the summer he is lended
That one soul to cooperate.
Two souls are indentured,
A deal is negotiated.

Thus entered the brother,
A bargain unilateral.
One way or another
The swan will get two souls.