Creeping trolls who love to mumble,
Talking smack in whispered jumble,
Maybe you should be more humble–
Bullies break from simple tumble.
Blaming others for your stumble?
It was you who made the fumble.
Don’t say I have caused your crumble;
I think you just like to grumble.
They lurk inside the radio and speak in silent tones.
They hide inside the walls and whisper words to waken groans.
They haunt with intimations of a terror yet to come,
Repeating tired threnodies to beating of a drum.
Their words are often mumbled by the sounds of daily strife;
The whisperers have naught to do with aught of normal life.
Who are these whisperers you ask, the ones who haunt so well?
Are they avenging angels or dark denizens of hell?
I can’t say who these haunters are, whose sport is making groans;
I only know the whisperers delight to chill the bones.
A troll was listening at my window when I woke from slumber.
It taunted me by whispering, “We know your every number.”
As I arose it taunted more, “We’re always watching you.
We think that you’re an animal who’s destined for the zoo.”
This neighborhood’s brimming with trolls.
They burrow and creep just like voles.
They’re assured of their right
Just because they have might–
If so mighty, why hide in your holes?
It’s Monday morning, time to start my labors.
Sure, it’s work
But I won’t shirk.
It still beats spending time with nosy neighbors.
You say I have an attitude?
Let’s have a little pause.
You take a lot of latitude,
Both critic and the cause.
The omnipresent trolls are always mumbling,
And wonder that at mumbling trolls I’m grumbling.
So many trolls–I’m sure that some are bumbling,
Although they take delight when I am stumbling.
The Troll Queen woke me with her shrill,
“I’m up to here–I’ve had my fill!”
While dream still played on in my head
My heartbeat quickened, pulsed with dread.
From dream emerged my mind from sleep
To hear familiar voices creep.
Although they barely made a sound,
My psyche did the words surround.
The trolls are always listening;
They whisper when I sleep.
They linger in the garden
And among the foliage creep.
Rhyme In Time 