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Broken Wings

As the sun arose in the eastern skies 
a fairy princess sits rubbing her eyes.
Yawning she glimpses her magical isle 
and her tiny lips, curl into a smile.

Standing she stretches in her treetop bed,
anxious anticipates what lies ahead.
She flutters her wings to get them ready,
raising one knee, she jumps slow and steady.

Hovering like, a hummingbird she glides
then races off with both arms at her sides.
With lots to see her day has just begun,
she never stops until the setting sun.

Racing through the forest over fields of wheat
smelling the flowers, is her daily treat.
Talks to the butterflies this sunny morn,
tests the fresh honey and tastes some sweet corn.

Spotting a pond sparkling like a mirror 
zooms back and forth each time getting nearer,
watching her reflection, no time to think
crashed in a deer who had just stopped to drink.

Later discovers she’s broken her wings,
Lies in bed knowing what carelessness brings.
Six months of bed rest was taking their toll,
this fairy princess was losing her soul.

Finally the day came to test her wings
her will is determined her heart now sings,
shouts out with joy as she reaches the sky,
nothing feels greater, than when you can fly.

Iambic Pentameter 
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Contest: Sketch a Fictitious Character II

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans

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A Fairy's Fantasy

Somewhere deep in these enchanted woods
a fairy is perched upon a delicate daisy
she yawns and stretches her transparent wings
as all around her in the dim purple glow of twilight
the fireflies shine and dance 
with the butterflies as they fly away to hide until dawn
the frogs and the crickets prepare for their midnight symphony
a majestic unicorn approaches the stream to drink from the cool waters.

The fairy now rests on this delicate daisy
gazing up at the darkening purple sky
filled with misty stars that twinkle like diamonds
through the tree branches she can just see
a perfect crescent moon looking down on her
as she drifts off to sleep
this fairy lives in a fantasy world
so, what wondrous thing can she possibly dream about?

Notes - I had just started writing in free verse when I joined Poetry Soup. 
Before that, all of my poems were rhymed. I was very nervous about posting
this as my first poem. It was also my first contest entry. So, that was fun and exciting,
and it got me hooked on The Soup!

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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Wood Fairies There Often Play

Wood Fairies There Often Play

Deep in that far wooded glen
was a place made for men
Was not so easily found
complete with Nature sound

Comfort for man and beast
just a mile northeast
Great to rest my soul there
peacefulness makes me aware

Wood fairies there often play
stacking rocks in my way
A test to see me step aside
watching from where they hide

Daring to find resting sleep
my soul they try to keep
No malice,just a loving desire
to share their eternal fire

Each visit I must bid adieu
with a, "so sad to leave you"
My friends of the wooded glen
thanks for allowing me in

Always this is the sweet reply
see you in the by and by
You are most welcomed any time
our uniting is most sublime

Each Spring my trek begins
to again see my little friends
As I slowly walk my way in
I marvel at this far wooded glen

Robert J. Lindley, 05-23-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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I'm Not Real

I’m not real….
I’m a woman woven from wonder’s imagination
Ethereal….the cotton candy of a dream
the glow and sparkle of a stream
the luxuriant lusciousness of cream
the sparkle that scintillates the surreal
the smooth softness of silky feel
But I’m not real…

I’m the sparkle left of angel dust
the fair fairy in fiction’s feast 
the tantalizing temptation tease
the benevolence of balmy breeze
But, I’m not real

I’m not real…
You catch only glimpses of me
in what I want to reveal
What I want to conceal
I’m not real….
but when you read
those little rhymes
and poetry lines
Those emotions that you feel?
Those are real….

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

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Peter Pan

~Peter Pan~ (Rhyme) Peter Pan where are you going I guess it's Wendy you're looking for And to Neverland now you are flying As Tinkerbell spreads magic at my door I always watched you in completely awe All these years since I was really small O Peter you were always my hero then You were my favorite out of them all In the eyes of every child you're so tall O Peter you're so brave and so strong With Wendy and the kids you're so sweet Forever you've planted in my heart a song! In the end you beat Old Hook as you'd plan Oh Peter Pan I am still your number #1 fan! Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2006 January.23. 2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter

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In the magical forest

For Rogers contest, magical forest

In the magical forest

It was on a lovely, mystic night
Full moon was shining big and bright
The trees they glistened neath the moon
I strode there whistling a happy tune
There was so much beauty in this place
This magical forest filled with grace
As the stars they twinkled in the sky
This night it raised my spirits high

I heard the sound of a mystic flute
A lovely sound I’ll not refute
As I came across this clearing where
I had no choice but to stand and stare
There were elves and fairies, Goblins too 
And they could dance, I’m telling you
As the forest folk all gathered round
And from this scene such joy they found

The bears were there, the foxes too
They formed a band with a kangaroo
A couple of Dingo’s, and a mouse
It was like a kind of open house
Everyone did sing a song
As the mike it went around the throng
Then I awoke, it was a dream!
But oh, it was a lovely theme.

11 March 2014 @ 0500hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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The flower fairies congregate
around the lily pool then wait
until the stars' resplendent light
illuminate each floating pad.

To taste the sound of petals' song
how quietly... they drift along
above the grove, all clothed in flames
till pixies scatter dust on boughs.

And winging through the air-brushed haze
each little feather gleams anew,
their lacy sequins all ablaze
with varnished gauze of every blue.

Through morning's rise, they’ll fade from view
like stepping stones from me to you...
if you believe, glide far away
around the corner, there's a wand!

Francine Roberts' Around The Corner
by nette onclaud

Copyright © nette onclaud

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- Valentine Jewel -

A timeless sense of joy a magical fairy dust sprinkle from the stars 
My heart's flame one rhythmic and sensual warm dance 

Listening to our sweet music echoes magic whispers inside the mirrors glow 
Power stands within the beauty romancing warm waves uniting flow 

In a halo of silver light shining luster deeply sparkles over wishes beam 
Each new moon embracing forever spotlighting precious silver ball in one dream 

Our love brought us together through life's destiny 
Two souls have united entwined in love's single embrace 

Beautiful snowflake you're one of a kind always unique falling true rings 
Softly warm melting desires lovingly touch gently finding Heaven sings 

When the gaze of my eyes meets yours 
You bring me joy and happiness my dear valentine 

A co write written by L. Mcdaid and A -L Andresen

Copyright © liam mcdaid

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Blossoms and Bubbles

     In a magical forest among the purple ice plants
     the queen fairy floats by inside a bubble and chants

     "Come to me all fairy lights and play softly among your flutes"
     hundreds of fairies fly to her in a great multitude they swoop

     Soft music from the fairies make the flowers start to sway 
     bending low and high reaching for the sky they splay

     The flowers bouncing each bubble with a fairy inside 
     giving each a beautiful and peaceful joy ride. 

    T Reams


Copyright © TAMMY REAMS

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That Elf


As I sit here by myself . I feel him staring ,down from his shelf . The little elf they think SO cute . His beady eyes make me want to puke . Why does he look at me like that ? What could he keep underneath that hat ? His string bean legs creep me out . I wish he leave , just get out . 

As I sit here all alone , hoping he'll just go on home . Doing tricks everyday . Until Santa comes with his shiny sleigh . I know why Santa leaves him here , he can't stand him 12 months a year . Each December when he's dropped off , I swear I hear Santa's pants laughing off . One whole month of mischief and surprise . Thirty long days of frozen eyes . 

As I sit here once again , I can't find my little "friend " If he scares me mark my words. I'll feed his body to the birds and have no doubt they'll make a nest from the little stuffing that is his chest . 
As I sit here , what's that I hear ? I don't know but it's coming near . Stringy legs , beady eyes marking time with all our lives . Christmas Eve can't come soon enough . Gone , him and all his stuff. 

So Princess , Laurence , Twinkle or Marve until next year , au revoir  .

Copyright © Bev Smith

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Away with the fairies

A voice calls to me in dreams 
if only I could open this mind
to all of the fairy tale legends
enchanting every meaning 
softly memories flow
remembering back dreaming 
as a young lad.

How magic the old Celtic tales were
wishing I was in the thick of it
even thinking back they would all make 
magical movies
they would bring magic to children's eyes
even adults would enjoy.

Taking everyone into a different realm
where butterflies are fairy princesses chariots 
with their beautiful colors 
waltzing in a cool summer breeze.

Sailing into the glen among'st heather
softly blossoming all shades 
flowering to the softest pink 
also lilac to purple  
gently whispering winds carrying her moaning 
sad romantic tales whistling through the trees

Over the ages white dots on a soul 
breathless rings around loves beauty
peace under the hawthorn bush 
dreaming within petals of you my love
the fairy princess becomes queen.

Copyright © liam mcdaid

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The Encounter

With a deafening thunder
and blazing lightning,
Amidst a swirling clouds
of dark ominous smoke,
He appeared suddenly
Smack in front of me -
A most hideous being
who appeared neither
human nor a beast.

With a swift sleight of hand,
Before I could even cry out:
"Stop it. Oh God, please stop"
He plucked my heart out 
and held it in his hairy filthy hand.

Oh, why he has to take it out?
My only possession, my only wealth,
The only thing that beat against
my frail, long worn-out chest,
Assuring its constant company
in this lonely journey of my life.

But heedless of my pleadings,
He tossed my heart 
into the gutter
with a gut-wrenching laugh!

I asked this foul fiend:
Who art thou?
Why did thou taketh my heart away?

With a guttural voice he spoke thus:
I am the devil! Lord of the Hell,
I am the impetus that steers
the course of affairs in this world;
With me on your side,
You'll get the most out of a strife.
With Adam, the first man, 
I came hither and residing since.
An ardent companion of those
who coveteth glory in life"

He bent down, 
And with his flaming eyes 
peered into mine,
Spitting foul breath into my face, he sneered:

But this heart!
This heart is a hindrance,
A barrier, the core of love and humility,
Where you feel the joys and woes of life.
Nah, there's no need for it.
Not in this world,
Where the mind reigns supreme;
Not in this age,
Where vices prevail unrestrained -
The age of decadence, KALIYUGA!*

He half turned to go,
But then he paused,
Turned back and looked at me.

Never have I seen
such a heavenly sight,
Now transformed into an angel,
He extended gracefully
his milky-white delicate hand 
And whispered softly
on the breath of the breeze:

Give me thy soul,
And I will give thee the world!

~Dark & Twisted#2 contest by Nathan D

*(KALI-YUGA- Age of vice, is the last of four stages the world goes through as part of the cycle of Yugas (ages) described in the Sanskrit Scriptures - an era of decay in values and the consequent havoc.)

Copyright © Abdul Malik

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Wishing I could have been just like you 
Never growing up and never growing old 
Flying to Never Land there you go 
Facing dangers your spirit grows bold 

Hurrying through the lands and all the seas 
All your magical adventures there unfolds 
Watching you I could touch all those trees 
Great memories of you in my heart I still hold 

Peter Pan the boy that never grows up 
And for that I can't really blame you 
Protecting all your dreams inside a cup 
While Tinker pouted and saved your life too 

Peter Pan there you are in Neverland 
Never growing up, never growing old so you stay 
Your catchy magic will never end that I know 
As Tinkerbell spreads her magic powder all the way. 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 


Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter

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All of my thoughts and emotions
All of my attention and affections
Everything from adolescent to maturity
The search for special one was launched
I became the interviewer
And all the elegant became my interviewees
Hoping for something special

So, on this day
I just want to give you me
I want to give you all the attention in the world
I know you’ve seen the color of my love
Embrace yourself love
Coz on this day
This you’ve never seen
And this you’ve got to see
The whole world will seem like you and I
And all will happen on this day

So on this day
I just want to appreciate you
And let you know that
No present is more than a present 
Of having you present in my life
No rose can arouse me more
No other brown chocolate can change me
From being there for you with you

On this day
As for promises made can be broken
As for everything said can change
As for our love is eternity
As for words written will remain
And for our love so special

Yet this day may pass 
But as for our love will remain
Memories shared will remain

So on this day
I just want to say
You’re what have been missing in my life
Coz, life only makes sense when you know
There is someone worth living for
And for me, you’re the one

So, on this day
I will give you what you can never 
Find anywhere that is me.
On this day I want you to know that
I love you more

Copyright © victor satekge

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She Never Believed

In this magical forest, in every enchanted tree,
There lived odd creatures that are so rare to see,
White unicorns and tiny fairies with glowing wings,
Huge, green dragons and a mermaid who sings,
So many stories this curious, little girl had heard,
Though, she did not believe in a single word.

She moved the long grass and peered through,
To find a babbling brook with waters of blue,
Her eyes grew wide and she could not speak,
When she saw what was floating along the creek,
A tiny, glowing fairy was sitting upon a daisy,
Who was gazing at the sky and feeling quite lazy.

The sprite was frightened by this sweet, little girl,
Who was curiously twisting a little, blonde curl,
The fairy jumped up from the daisy and into flight,
The innocent, little girl had meant her no fright,
She watched with wonder as she flew away,
And wanted to catch her and ask her to stay.

All of a sudden this girl began to slowly shrink,
In her little mind she had no idea what to think,
When a giant butterfly had just landed at her side,
She quickly grabbed onto it's wings to go for a ride,
She could tell this sprite stories she had never heard,
And wondered if she would believe in a single word.

Roger Horsch's contest - "The Magical Forest"

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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Just Down The Road


              Just down the road there is a golden field of hay
              where there once stood a home where my sister
              and I did play. The moss covered trees and yellow
              daffodils bloomed, and the smell of Mother's
              clothes drying as the hot, summer sun fumed.

              The air was filled with the June bug's song and
              the tractor tilling along the farm. 
              My sister's hair was honey blond and how she 
              laughed when I would tag along . Eyes of blue as
              the sky above but just being her sister, brought
              to my heart so much love.

              Day would pass and night appeared, and the moon
              brought fireflies to enchant the way to the raspberry
              patch where we believed fairies did stay. It's time to
              come in Pa would say, oh just let us have one more
              minute, Pa and we'll be on our way.

              Time has passed and childhood is gone but for me
              Just down the road, these memories will forever
              live on.

Copyright © Sharon Gulley

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Of Fawn And Fairy

Inside this forest
so bright and mild 
a fairy lived
her name, Wonder Child

For all the forest
knew of this girl
to which they knew
she would change the world

A fawn she crept 
upon one day
it sensed no danger
no need to escape

Her acquired ability
to speak with those
on four legs with fur
scurrying would go

She was as a spirit
in the woods she did walk
she would talk to the animals
to her they would flock

She'd gentle reach down
and with the smallest of hands
much like the grains of sand
beside them she'd stand

Together as one
the fairy and fawn
if you close your eyes tight
you may see them at dawn

Donna G Fowler

by Donna G Fowler

"I have seen the fawn wake up at dawn...
and then she did not tarry.
This tiny deer so full of cheer
set out to find the fairy.

She knew that the winged one
would help her through the day
and with the sun at end of day
would quietly slip away.

But fawns grow into beautiful deer
and time just passes on.
Now the mother deer, it is so clear,
seeks the fairy to teach her own."

Donna, I hope you don't think I am presumptuous to think this would improve on your beautiful poem... No, It is just an example of how perfection can trigger creativity in the least of us...
You have my honest admiration and respect for this and many other fine works in your portfolio... Love Ya! Jake  

Reviewed by jakepayne  

Your review received: 
Very helpful

and the following comments about your review:
TY Jake. I admire your wit. What I'd like to see you do is write a continuation of this like you have started. Name it whatever you want, and post me back a message

Mother Doe and Fairy
Inspired by Donna G. Fowler’s
‘Of Fawn and Fairy’

I saw the fawn wake up at dawn...
and then she did not tarry.
This tiny deer so full of cheer
set out to find the fairy.

She knew that the winged one
would teach her the right ways
and with the sun at end of day
would quietly slip away.

 Fawns grow into beautiful deer
as time just passes on.
Now the mother deer, it is so clear,
seeks the fairy to teach her own.

The fairy knew her language
and all the others too.
She had tutored many youngsters
in the proper things to do.

The forest had been good to her
and the years had been kind too.
When the Doe felt life within her
she knew just what to do.

She knew just where the fairy should be
each and every day.
She wanted her to teach her fawn
to live the forest’s way.

The mother doe was nearing
the birth of her first fawn.
She arrived there at the clearing
just at break of dawn.

She sensed the fairy knew --
for she felt her presence there.
The comfort she had sought to find
Could be felt in the morning air.

She lay down in the comfort
of a nearby grove of trees
And quietly awaited there
in the cooling morning breeze.

Then she heard the quiet flutter
Of tiny little wings
She saw the fairy coming
as the birds began to sing.

She now relaxed and soon she knew
the peace the forest sends
And she found herself surrounded
by scores of tiny friends.

They all had heard the news
and all had been invited
To come and see the miracle
of  two friends reunited.

The fairy knew why she’d been called
to this very special place
She was here to help the deer
receive God’s special grace.

It was not long – it had begun
And quickly, it was over.
There lay the mother doe and fawn
in the comfort of the clover.

The fairy then took stardust
and sprinkled it in their eyes.
Now when they exchange gazes
their love is not disguised.

The fairy and the doe and fawn
then went their separate way
knowing this would not be the last
of many special days.

© Jacob Payne
October 20, 2006

Jake, I knew you could continue this after what you placed in my review. First I am honored that you were inspired by something I started. Secondly, this is an amazing continuation of my poem. You are so visual in this and I could see the field of clover and the new baby fawn. I felt as if I were there watching. Fantastic job my friend.. I'm so excited!!!!  

Reviewed by Donna G Fowler

Copyright © John Posey

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Moon Fairy

A crescent moon, shining it's silver smile in the midnight sky
so beautiful, yet so desolate and alone in the vast galaxy.
But, tonight I can see that she has found some company.
An enchanting fairy sits within the crescent
one bare foot dangles off the edge,
into the endless void of the black universe
the other bare foot rests on the moon's surface.
I wonder what that feels like?

Perched with her hands on her knees she gazes at Saturn's rings
watches the comets, with their glittering tails, as they fly by her.
The milky way, so majestic, as are the constellations
the stars wink at her and she reaches out to touch one.
I wonder what that feels like?

There is only the sound of silence way up here
no winds to blow her luminous blonde hair.
The heavens are calm on this night
as a few puffy clouds pass over the Earth.
This is her favorite planet to watch
you wouldn't believe how beautiful the blue oceans are from up here.
Each of it's cities have millions of lights glowing overhead
like a galaxy all it's own.

The wonders of this world aren't so wonderous from her view
so, once in awhile she flits her wings down here
to get a closer view of Big Ben and the Eiffel Tower.
Her favorite wonder, the Statue of Liberty
watches over a busy city, just as she watches from the moon.
While keeping her eye on things and embracing the moon's company.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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The Fairies of Motherhood

I bet you didn’t know about the fairies
assigned to all the infants that are born.
At night beside her precious charge each tarries
while softly crooning lullabies till morn.

An extra special fairy will be sent
to first-time mothers of a girl or boy, 
for when the harried fretting mom is spent,
she only has to look upon her joy.

As magic dust releases from above,
the mother sighs and holds her baby near.
Then particles illuminate the love
of one who coos while cradling her dear.

As fairies go, there simply is no other
as blessed as she who serves the child and mother.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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Our little Haven

When I was just a little girl
With mind as always, in a whirl
Me and my cousin, we would roam
Far, far away from my sweet home

We'd make our way to some rocks we knew
All covered by green moss, we two
Oh it was such a magic place
And left huge smiles upon my face

To us it was a fairyland
With imagination vast and grand
We both saw fairies, little elves too
Dancing daintily as they do

When that time came, we had to leave
Both our little hearts would grieve
We'd leave that haven, her and me
Our minds brim filled with memories

So we went back to normalcy
And though it made us both unhappy
We knew that soon we'd go back there
And see those we folk everywhere

Copyright © Vera Duggan

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Fairies in the Garden

My garden brings the fairies,
You will never know the hour.
The sun may just be peeping
Past the apple tree in flow'r.
See them? No! But I discern
Pixie clues they leave behind:
The fragrant thyme they danced upon . . .
I am always sure to find
A dewdrop mirror clinging
To a blossom hanging low;
I hear their tinkling laughter
When the breezes softly blow.
Sometimes I think I spy them
Riding on a firefly's back
At dusk above the garden,
But their pathway's hard to track.
Jumping off, hiding themselves
In moss blankets--soft delights--
Their flying steeds unharnessed.
"Go to sleep, my garden sprites."

Copyright © Faye Gibson

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Changeling Prince

The air was filled with sparks so bright
as ash and flick'ring fire abound
The night was filled with fairy light
and from deep down the drumming sound.
And all about did wander round
in forms both large and shimmer small
walked spirits old of yesternight 
to lend a charm to each and all.

The sky o'er head was filled with light
and night wore the king’s Northern Crown.
The stars fought with the fire flies flight
as shadows marked the unknown.
A royal night when love was sown,
and bardly singing did enthrall
their poetry did rich resounded
to lend a charm to each and all.

Around the fire stood bold knights 
and their ladies most well, unknown,
secrecy was their honor-bright
and amongst them stood the Throne.
Changeling bride brought forth to atone
promises too old to recall,
tonight a fairy wife enthroned
to lend a charm to each and all.

Upon their heads set holly crowns
their scepters of ash, I recall.
Cloaks as light as gossamer shone
to lend a charm to each and all.                                                           

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

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Fairy Night, Morning Gold

~The Evil Fairy And the Vengeful Leprechaun~

Late at Night while the chickadees go quiver
A fairy of the forest has fastened to her heart
A bog-reed arrow, white wash dipped in flint
She dances yes she dances, in a conical red cap
Tithing the sundown, to a leprechauns demise;

Not a stranger to mischief, she steels his golden pot
She stitches up his wishes, and spikes his felted hat
She glues his silver buckles up his nose in, far remote
She sticks him on a clover, stewing mad n’ boiling hot

By; Mystic Rose

Early Morning, under the fogs rainbow, twisting and twisting his nose
Little does she know, Lepree's a madman with his own games
Sitting and brewing with a grin, he awaits the chemicals to kick in
A price to pay for stealing Lepree's gold, in such a golden way
He yells and cries, "I hope you dance, rapid like the river away!"

Fairies don't exist! Fairies don't exist! -----A quiver in the chest
For we all know when speaking them words, somewhere out there
A fairy dies, ----shillings from his silver tongue he spoke
A million times Lepree cried "Fairy don't exist!" suddenly--she drops;

By; Poet Destroyer

~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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The Fairy of Motherhood

Have you heard about a certain fairy,
the one assigned to infants newly born?
Unseen, beside her precious charge she’ll tarry
softly crooning lullabies till morn.

She is the special fairy that is sent
to first-time mothers of a girl or boy, 
for when that harried fretting mom is spent,
and as the mother looks down at her joy,
the fairy sprinkles dust down from above.
The mother sighs and holds her baby near.
Those particles illuminate the love
expressed by mother cooing to her dear.

As fairies go, there simply is no other
as blessed as she who serves the child and mother.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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The Hidden People

An Old Icelandic Legend

After the Fall from Grace
After the Eating of the Forbidden Fruit
Adam and Eve raised a family
They had too many children and some were dressed in rags

One day, God asked to visit
Adam and Eve panicked
They hid the children in rags
So God could only see their
Most beautiful ones

During Dinner, God commented on
His belief that 
Adam and Eve were missing 
Some children

This they denied, but
God is all knowing

Before he left, God asked again
And Adam and Eve
Denied again

God was Angry

"Because you have lied to me twice
The children you hid
Will always be Hidden"

And that is why many in Iceland
Believe that
The fairies, trolls and elves
Live in the Rocks

© Rick Zablocki 2013

A story from My Trip to Iceland

Copyright © Rick Zablocki