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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.















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No play or fairy tale

Fee Fie Foe Fum…

Scream the irregular beats of my stricken heart
as I pour my all into the cauldron of love

Ignoring the witches panicked looks
I cast aside their spell books
and concoct a potion
from the sweat and tears of my own desire

A base of the blood that courses through my veins,
too hot to hold,
red as the darkest rose,
runs from my wrist
spilling silently
into the stream of a sentence
spelling soundlessly
the words I write

From deep within my battered body
I collect the essences
of those values
that ease the workings of my very existence

Love, honour, trust and respect…
ingredients in inexhaustible measure
pour prodigiously onto the page

Strong arms to support you
hold you and enfold you…

Gentle hands to explore you
caress you and cherish you…

Lips to kiss you and whisper words of love
…and the making of love…

Draw themselves into the letters of my lines
words of wanting
paragraphs of passion

Fee Fie Foe Fum…

I smell the blood and tears
of another love letter
written in the media of the mind
daring itself to drip
from lips and pen
to explode in a kaleidoscope of colour and sound
to engulf and excite expectant and eager ears and eyes

Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble…

To send or not to send; that is the question

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A Fairy Tale

A Fairy Tale
     By the Poets Listed After the Poem

Once upon a time, long-long ago there was a wishing star.
She, unlike a billion other bright shining stars, was magic.
Bored with her galaxy, she began to wander far away.
Streaking through the atmospheres was very hot, but not tragic.

Pausing to wonder with much time to ponder, she cast her spell.
“Tiny goblins on Halloween, by light one wish I will grant.”
Who should be the recipient of this very special wish?
Earth children roaming streets that night in one hand my gift, I'll plant.

Oh who should receive my amazingly special gift of light?
So many young ones, in who's humble heart this wish I could grant.
Out of all the precious children that have come within my sight.
The child who has the purest wish is the one I will enchant.

I'll sprinkle on my chosen one, crystal glitters, gold balloons.
A ride follows to fairyland, ending on the golden moons.
With a magical flight through a rainbow high where dreams come true,
And a house of candies in the land of Marshmallow-Lagoons...

Oh, that magical light shining through sweet cotton candy clouds,
Her wish she may...her wish she might...there's one ghoul she'll bless that night.
Of princesses, fairies and goblins, a good heart will be found.
Quickly child, make your pure wish, before the magic star takes flight.

CONTRIBUTING POETS: Charmaine Chircop, Carolyn Devonshire, James Marshall Goff, John 
Loving III, Robin Gass, Raul Moreno, Ruben D. Ortellao, Patricia Prescott, 
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

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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.                                                           


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The Tooth Fairy's Confession

Everyone has a good old time
They’re written in songs, they’re written in rhyme,
They have their own days or have their own season,
And none of those guys get more applause
Than that fat old dude named Santa Clause.
Jack Frost is praised for nothing more
Than leaving his artwork on windows and doors,
And the boogeyman gets accolades
For scarin’ the hell outta Susie and Dave.
I can’t get busy with my petty labors
Till the Sandman goes and does me a favor.
They’re all guys and all overrated,
Overpaid, over loved, like that rabbit I dated,
And what do I get for a nighttime of chores
But a sack full of teeth and not a thing more.
Well, none of ‘em will think it’s so freakin’ funny
When they find what I’ve done with that damn Easter Bunny!

For Andrea's Show Me The Funny Part Two




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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.

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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"

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Reality Check

I play with sorrow hide-and-seek
For love will hide and I am weak,
And when I locate the pot of gold
I find the rainbow has been sold.

I explore the real life of this fairy tale
The gingerbread house is up for sale.
The frog is not what he proclaims to be
A wolf in grandma's nightie is all I see.

The prince is having a bad hair day
The beauty is not in the beast I say.
The carriage 'till midnight will not last
I'll have pumpkin pie to break my fast.

I climb the beanstalk way up high
Open Sesame I cry and cry,
Look there's a dragon at my door...
I don't believe in fairy tales no more.

So tell the seven dwarfs to stay away
Tell the ogres I don't want to play.
The damsel in distress I'll never be
For I'm the ugly stepsister, you see.

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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.
                                                                       
                                         Sharon Gulley

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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."

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