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Animal Heaven

November 30th, 2025

Animal Heaven
By AJ O’Brien.

Where dogs ride little green bikes
and take kittens for a ride,
and when the sun goes down
Lions and deer lay side by side.

Where every Friday foxes gather,
along with hamsters and chickens,
upon a cloud of silken white
and discuss the works of Charles Dickens.

Where bats have 20/20 vision
and giraffes never get sore throats,
Grizzly bears wear nose pegs
when dancing with smelly goats.

Where horses only ever trot
and snakes are never mean,
all frogs have a leg on each corner
and cows sing in fields of green.

Where all the ants are named Eric
and ducks wear little blue hats,
dolphins sunbathe on the beach
and penguins are super acrobats.

Where tigers drink red wine
and spiders weave webs of gold,
fish swim and are never caught
and polar bears never feel cold.

Animal Heaven is where
when their time has come,
all God’s creatures go
and do nothing, but have fun.

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Stand and fight. Pt 4

October 5th, 2025

Stand and fight
By AJ O’Brien.
Part Four

Molly holds a dagger
heavy and cold,
a gift from the monster
a knife of pure gold.
The dagger is poised
upon Molly’s breast
she needs only to push,
to find eternal rest.

Something awakens Polly
her eyes jump open,
Molly’s in trouble
an absolute fact unspoken.
She looks across
heart filled with dread
Oh my God,
and leaps from her bed.

Just in time
she grabs the knife
and pulls it away,
saving Molly’s young life.
And then the monster appears
he’s big and bad,
his yellow eyes aglow
the beast is really mad.

He bends down
reaches for Polly’s hair
lifts her up high,
such pain she cannot bare.
Molly screamed at Polly
The knife use the knife
Kill it Polly Kill it.
End it’s wicked life.

Polly hears her sister
and holding the weapon high,
she plunges the golden dagger
through the monster’s left eye.
The room grows cold
Polly falls to the floor,
the monster stands still
and releases a terrible roar.

He staggers forward
then falls to his knees,
Help me Help me
the dying monster pleads.
And then he ignites
from head to toe
a ball of angry flames,
death is painful and slow.

The flames die out
what’s left grows cold,
a pile of black ash
and a dagger of gold.
Beneath the rising sun
they bury the monster’s remains,
along with the golden knife
In a box locked with chains.

And from that day until this
to the girls delight,
the monster never returned.
And Molly’s hair? It’s still pure white.

The End

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Stand and fight. Pt 3

September 21st, 2025

Stand and fight
By AJ O’Brien.
Part Three

Polly hugs her sister
in a loving embrace,
and weeps tears
upon Molly’s monster face.
Molly suddenly grabs Polly
and holds her sister tight.
Polly’s tears of love
drown Molly’s tears of hate,
and for the monster within
It’s now to late.

Molly’s heart of darkness
fills with God’s light
and from deep within
she begins to fight.
Suddenly the lights explode
windows crack and rattle,
the door slams shut.
The monster’s losing the battle.

Dark voices begin to whisper
the girls hold each other tight,
red mist fills the room
and then all becomes quite.
The voices cease
the mist slowly disappears,
the girls are all alone
alone with their fears.

A short time later
Polly awakes in bed,
and Looks across the room
Molly’s there. She’s not dead.
She’s fast asleep
but oh what a sight,
Molly’s beautiful red hair
Is still totally white.

Polly goes to her sister
and shakes her awake,
tells her about the nightmare
the dream full of hate.
But Polly, it was your dream
your awful nightmare.
How can that do this
to my hair?

Polly begins to cry
she takes her sister’s hand,
I’m so sorry Molly
I just don’t understand.
That night in bed
Polly eventually slept,
but Molly lay awake
and quietly wept.

Wept tiny red spiders
from the corner of her eyes
that scurried into her hair
as she whispered her goodbyes.
The monster had never left
he was there all the time,
Inside Molly’s mind
and midnight the clock did chime.

From inside her head
the monster has spoken,
what he had to say
left Molly’s heart broken.
Either she or Polly
tonight must die
Molly’s choice entirely
the hour is nigh.

End of part three.

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Stand and Fight. Pt 2

September 8th, 2025

Stand and fight. Part 2
By AJ O’Brien.

An awful nightmare
Polly awakes in bed
eyes crowded with fear,
heart filled with dread.
Looking across the room
seeing an empty bed,
Molly is not there.
Can she really be dead?

Dark silence broken
a knocking upon the door
Polly gets out of bed
and walks slowly across the floor.
With a trembling hand
slowly she turns the knob,
the heavy door swings open
and there stands…Oh my God.

Molly dead Molly
her dress blood spilt red,
two eyes of liquid gold
bulging from a twisted head.
Once beautiful red hair
that sparkled in the light,
has gone forever
and is now deathly white.

Her nose leaks fluid black
lips cracked and bleeding,
this little monster’s hungry
It’s belly needs feeding.
Mouth filled with pointed teeth
a black tongue covered in blisters
upon which tiny spiders feast,
these girls are no longer sisters.

Molly’s hands reach out
nails curved and black,
pointed and sharp as razors.
Each one eager to attack.
She grabs Polly’s arms
their eyes lock together,
Molly stops. Hesitates.
The time is now. Or never.

Blood red tears appear
as Molly begins to cry,
She pulls her sister close
and whispers: I won’t let you die.
Pushing Polly away
she staggers back,
as the monster within her
demands that she attack.

Turning towards Polly
with eyes full of hate,
Molly screams
Run Polly run. Before it’s too late.
Polly moves toward the door
her sister trying to hold back
such fear fills the room.
Molly’s about to attack.

Outside, the rain crashes down
lightning tears open the sky.
Inside, Polly has decided,
It’s time to do or die.
She stops in front of Molly
takes hold of a trembling hand,
You can’t fight him alone.
Together we’ll make a stand.

End of Part 2

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Stand and fight

August 18th, 2025

Stand and fight
By AJ O’Brien

Part One

Through a howling forest
on an ancient evil night
two sisters sealed their fate
turning left instead of right.
Rain blasts through the dancing trees
running down their faces,
invading warm shoes
seeking dry places.

Hand in hand they wandered
as oak trees bend and sway,
the ruthless wind determined
to blow the girls away.
And then, from between the trees
appeared a frightful sight,
a graveyard from a nightmare
drowned in ghostly yellow light.

All the headstones
are painted red,
and upon each and every one,
black words, mocking the dead.
Suddenly, beneath a roar of thunder
before their wretched eyes,
the forest floor cracked open
and a creature did arise.

Arms wrap around each other
as the monster did appear,
he’s big and ugly
a sight to really fear.
Standing seven feet tall
dressed in a suit of grey,
he smiles at the girls
hungry for his prey.

Within a misshaped head
sat eyes of tarnished gold,
one huge the other tiny
makes the girls blood run cold.
Mouth full of jagged teeth
behind lips, black and bleeding,
red spiders scurry in and out
from a mouth that needs feeding.

Rain turns to steam
upon the monster’s face,
and fierce screams a bitter wind
In this God forsaken place.
The girls stare in terror
and hold each other tight,
on what could very well be
their final night.

He reaches down, grabs Molly
hands strong as steel,
lifting her toward a black hole
a tasty little meal.
As the dark mouth grows
Molly fights and cries,
but he slips her head inside
bites down, and Molly dies.

Chewing upon her head
he tosses the corpse aside,
then reaches down for Polly,
standing there, utterly terrified.
She fights like a tiger
but he forces her head inside,
snaps his teeth together
Polly fell limp, and died.

End of part one.

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Strange encounters

July 23rd, 2025

Strange encounters
By AJ O’Brien.

From within a tiny spaceship
appeared a huge creature,
he’s traveled an awful long way
and his name is Hickybeeper.

With a bottle shaped head
three pairs of ears,
and four yellow eyes
that shed golden tears.

Leaving the spaceship
he went for a walk
and came upon a dog
that could bark but not talk.

Greetings. I come in peace
you funny looking creature.
What’s your name?
Mine’s Hickeybeeper.

Woof woof said the dog
and then sat down,
looking up at Hickeybeeper
who’s smile turned to a frown.

Nice name. Woof woof.
And do you live nearby?
Woof woof said the dog
who seemed quite shy.

Hickeybeeper shook his head
and let out a sigh,
then thought to himself
I’ll give it one more try.

Can you take me to your leader?
Woof woof said the dog.
Okay I’ve had enough
And then along came a frog.

Hello you down there,
do you have a brain in your head?
Croak croak said the frog,
Hickeybeeper turned and fled.

The dog looked down
and barked at the frog.
The frog looked up
and said to the dog,
I’m gonna go sit on a log.

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