Best Dwarves Poems
Inhaling, hushed, from hashed cigars
my mind implodes in Malimar
where Naiads bathe in caviar -
I dream of dwarves and three-eyed tsars.
The captive kiss of Princess Mars
(who talks in tongues at seminars)
burns red beyond Her blue boudoir -
I writhe within Her pale peignoir.
Her Maids gloss lips with cinnabar,
bedizen cheeks in dusts that mar,
serve teas beside the reservoir -
I sip them from a samovar.
Disguised in smoke and lamps of spar
Her Genies gender gold dinars,
evoking flames in ginger jars -
I plea before the Commissar.
At Princess’ neighbourhood bazaar,
white shadows slip through doors ajar
to drape my dreams in ash and char -
I long await the Avatar.
Her Merchants (preening, proud Hussars)
paint pretty scenes on VCR’s
while sailing ships to Zanzibar -
I strum the strings of warped sitars.
Her Prophets sometimes cruise in cars
else while at each and every bar
to speak of space and time bizarre -
I pass my pride for small pourboires.
Her Necromancers trace in tar
tall tales of wisdom flung afar,
transported by the Registrars -
I hitchhike on their handlebars.
Her seers conjure repertoires
where She and I are on a par
in infinite surreal memoirs -
I sometimes sense the void is ours.
My Princess never sees the scars
cut by Her whispered “au revoirs” -
I often wake to ask ‘who are
these Gods that sail the distant stars?’
Seven days and lonely at night
Was a Princess called Snow White
On her doorstep there was
Little guy dwarves
All different to view from sight
So on Monday night she did walk
To Dopey's bedroom for a talk
The conversation was slow
Up sticks did she go
At her topless body he did gawk
When Tuesday evening came around
She tiptoed without a sound
Beside Bashful she sat
Blimey, not again, no chat
His eyes on me will never abound
Oh my! it's Wednesday again
Am I beautiful or just plain Jane
I better go to the Doc
Do I look good in this frock
Am I letting my shapely shapes wane
It's Thursday and I better nurse Sneezy
Whose chest has become rather wheezy
To him I won't kiss
No matter his wish
I have no desire to become queasy
Thankfully Friday has been reached
It's the weekend long lies are now preached
For Sleepy I'll never wake
No booty will he shake
My cheeks he'll never see peached
Saturday has finally come along
Even Grumpy now sings the same song
With a song and a cheer
Shared over a few beers
No chance you'll get into my thong
Have I saved Sunday to be the best
Is Happy better than the rest
His smile tells me so
For more than his cheeks glow
At last a loving grin at my breasts
Oh I need to be loved ever since
Like the weeks I had with my Prince
For many many nights
He knew to love me right
When I walked, you could see my legs wince
.
.
The land has
much to teach us
Middle Earth
is a place
Where evil has been defeated
The warm hearths
of the Shire
The bravery of
Gondor's men
The marvelous
craftmanship
of the dwarves
and the gorgeous
singing of the Elves
on a summer night
and
the
magnificent
steeds
of
Rohan
leaves us with a
feeling
that we have visited
a better world
than our own
The worlds of imagination
can seem more than our own lands
Come, friends
join us
We are taking a trip to Middle Earth
and will be there all evening
Galactic curls in spirals swirl, entwining twisted mystery,
where time unrolls in blackened holes, no longer bright and blistery,
but writ like runes on starry dunes enclosed in cosmic history
Galactic dust, from novas' gusts, congesting empty spaces
once fatefully flung beyond the tongue of burnt out astral traces,
may recompress and coalesce in distant times and places
Galactic dwarves, like ancient wharves with silent planets mooring
yet still in spin though long done in, hide flares no longer soaring -
magnetic webs of eons ebb, in thermal fusion roaring
Galactic tides warp space divides, call forth sublime creation
while bending clocks in rippled shocks, unfolding time dilation
that seems to crown the flowing gown of pulsars' pulsed gyration
Galactic stew, a seething brew, midst background noise and chatter
like Chaos reigns, the sole remains of missing antimatter,
with just a trace to form a space-time, curved or somewhat flatter
Galactic glue holds something new: dark energy and matter
that interacts and counteracts the ancient Big Bang splatter:
a cosmic soup of strings and loops, a universal batter
Galactic life's replete and rife 'neath lactic milky wafer,
though solar gales leave unseen trails of cosmic rays, the strafer;
but nonetheless, one must confess, it seems there's nowhere safer
Submitted 21 Aug. 2016
Blarney
Recall
With me
A time
Long passed...
Back when
Dragons'
Fame was
Ablaze ...
Knights would
Slay them.
Dwarves would
Cheat them.
No one
Loved a
Dragon.
Gossip
Spewed out
Far and
Swiftly;
Bounties
On their
Heads were
Posted.
So great
Was the
Murder
And fear,
Dragons
Took to
Hiding.
They hid
In caves
And in
Castles.
They hid
In the
Mountains.
They hid...
They hid...
They hid...
Still all
Were found---
Except
For one.
A gold
Dragon;
Fifty-
Four feet
Long and
Lawful.
He was
So just...
So good...
Genius
That could
Morph to
Human!
He could
breathe fire
And smoke...
Ah... but
No one
Loved a
Dragon.
The dwarves,
They stole
His gems,
His gold.
The knights,
So brave,
Took blood
And tooth;
Took head
And tail.
Yet, none
Could take
His heart...
Rivers
Are no
Longer
Crimson.
Fire and
Smoke are
Not seen...
But, deep
Below,
Blarney
Castle,
Near Cork,
The gold
Dragon
Still lives...
And will
Give the
Gift of
Blarney...
For just
A kiss!
© Deborah burch
12/11/2016
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DUPLEX form (2 syllables per line)
Wielding a mighty axe
the leader of
the dwarves
came to a noble end
Yes, he was overcome
at first
by greed and lust
for gold
Yet his heart went out
to the doughty hobbit Bilbo
after the battle of Five Armies ended
He let his rage die
Yes, at first he was overcome
by his desire
for the gem of gems - the Arkenstone
Yet in the end he realized
that real riches
lie in friendship
the joy of time spent
with those we honor and trust
On the very darkest night;
The absence of reflected light.
When mortals are asleep in bed;
Mythical creatures begin to tread.
Among the dark and ancient trees,
Only the skillful ever sees.
The tiny fairies begin to dance,
Among their favored trees they prance.
Water sprites jump and play,
Out from the river where they stay.
Leprechauns hide their gold,
That they’ve kept since days of old.
Pixies have the only light,
Their tiny lanterns burning bright.
Elves are busy choosing sticks,
Used to build instead of bricks .
Dwarves are seeking the best stone,
A useful tool they will hone.
The gnomes their with faces droll,
Venture from the grassy knoll.
Beneath the trees they plant the seeds,
Of all the good and noxious weeds.
The little imps are always there,
Making clothes of leaves to wear.
Goblins with their wicked curses,
Try to steal the fairie’s purses.
Trolls beneath the bridges hide,
They carry swords at their side.
Mighty dragons have taken flight,
Eerie wings against the night.
In the thicket, the enchanted unicorn,
In the cover of darkness its foal is born.
In the absence of reflected light,
At the darkest part of night.
On night of the new moon,
These creatures caste a magical rune
Through the years the lore of old,
Became the story forever told.
y
O! FLUFF! FIZZ! ICE-TRUFFLES and BANDALEES!
Can't see the forest, for the snow on trees!
Where every gossamer veil of snow delights
And every string of bulbs mimics Heav'n's Lights!
O! TRUE! the tales of gnomes and Ice-Elves are!
(I fear some fool will catch one in a jar
and so, I've held my Peace on this -- so far)
But NOW, I must speak out, you see... on par
With Ancient Wisdom are the Fairy Stories,
Chuck full of Angels, dwarves... filled with the Glories
Of... Champions, Magicians of Renown...
Of tiny folk, who live in Tinytown…
Of Reprimands for those who trouble Nature
(Or use JUST Scientific Nomenclature).
REBUKE! O, WISE! The Unbelievers, ALL!
Who LAUGH at gnolls and trolls, both great, and small!
For He that trusts not, sews with poison thread,
That knots Hope; leaves Imagination dead.
Date Written: December 28, 2018
For Contest: BUNNY LUMP
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
"Grandma and a drink from the blender -
a fine meal, but could be more tender",
said Wolf two minutes before
Little Red opened the door,
making him a two-time offender.
A witch said, "Welcome, Hansel and Gretal.
Should I cook you by oven or kettle?"
The hag (just back from the coven)
heard Gretel say, "I like 'oven'".
Hansel said, "You're a sister with mettle".
Jack's mother's son was not bright, she'd allow.
The son (our Jack) was sent to sell a cow.
The family had no means,
but dull Jack bought only beans,
and returning said, "Should I've got Kung Pao?"
A duckling could afford only off brand,
so he was ostracized, bullied and banned.
But as time slowly passed on,
he became a well-dressed swan,
and told those damned ducks to pound sand.
Fairy gave Pinocchio latitude,
so the puppet improved his attitude.
Can you imagine his joy
when he became a real boy
with a heart overflowing with gratitude.
When Rumpelstiltskin walked through the door,
my life suddenly, changed - that's for "shore"!
I'm a queen and have gold,
more than my arms can hold,
and he broke when his foot stamped the floor.
A girl came to the castle one wet day.
She was a princess and allowed to stay.
She complained of a pea -
married the prince you see,
who regrets it to his very last day.
For snow white clothes, you must give them a rinse,
but a snow-white girl needs more to convince.
Dwarves numbering seven
won't send her to heaven.
For that, she'll need a well-built, handsome prince.
Three little pigs asked, "What will it take
to build a house fit for a strong quake?"
For wolves the best trick
might be to use brick,
but, for earthquakes, that is a mistake.
A frog waited patiently in a well
until a golden ball finally fell.
A princess soon followed,
Frog nervously swallowed,
saying "Kiss me". Princess said, "Go to hell".
A prince who’d been changed by a spell,
Was an ugly frog in a well.
To a pretty young miss
He said, “Give me a kiss.”
She replied, No thank you, you smell.”
When asked by Prince Charming to wed,
Cinderella shook her fair head.
Thought, not for a ransom,
He’s not very handsome
And she married Buttons instead.
When Snow-white saw the dwarves in the hall,
She observed they were not very tall.
They were children she thought
And decided she ought
To apply to foster them all.
The dragon had breath fiery red
And the people wanted him dead.
So Saint George was dispatched
But, unevenly matched,
The dragon slayed Saint George instead
Georgy Porgy, pudding and pie,
Kissed all the girls and made them cry.
Nursery Land was aghast
At what had just passed
For Georgy was a girl, that’s why.
On the pretext of finding water,
Jack chased Jill and then, when he caught her,
They got carried away
And the following May,
Jill gave birth to a little daughter
There once was a girl named Snow White,
Of a poisoned apple she took a bite.
Seven dwarves found her sleeping,
And they began weeping.
Who would fix their supper tonight?
Only one thing could save this fair miss,
A prince must give her a kiss.
There was no time to waste,
So the dwarves they made haste,
To find a prince for their miss.
A prince showed up the next day,
And the dwarves they did not delay.
They showed him Snow White,
Told him of her plight,
Then said, "Kiss her, then be on your way."
The prince gazed down on her face,
And his heart started to race.
What a beautiful maid,
Yes, she must be saved!
To refuse would be a disgrace.
He bent and kissed her awake.
One kiss was all it did take.
They stared at each other,
The dwarves said, "Oh brother!"
"We may have made a mistake."
To the prince they said, "Listen here!"
"We want to be perfectly clear."
"Snow White belongs to us,
So don't raise a fuss,
Or you'll get a swift kick in the rear!"
Snow White was quick to object.
"Now boys, let's show some respect.
The prince saved my life,
And I'll gladly be his wife.
What else could you possibly expect?"
The prince said, "Hey, don't worry guys.
You won't have to say your good-byes.
You can live in the castle,
It won't be a hassle.
Cross my heart, I'm telling no lies."
So Snow White and her prince tied the knot,
And they honey-mooned on a great yacht.
The dwarves stayed behind
And at the castle they dined.
All in all they were pleased with their lot.
a huge dragon
protects its gold from dwarves - -
a pile of charred bones
For PD’s Playing with Fire contest
It is not easy to happen upon them,
Pure nymphs in their natural beauty.
It happened to me only once when
I was resting beneath a red sunset maple,
As the summer hear began to soar.
A stone throw away was a lively stream
Around which grew in flower
A clump of Crape Myrtle Dwarves.
The breeze blew softly carrying
Some mellifluous melody,
Whilst nubile gorgeous maidens,
Laughing merrily frolicked
An amorous intense folk dance.
Then some loud noise disturbed the peace.
And all disappeared out of sight.
Was it a dream?
The civilization of Egypt is a mystery,
But what I love the most is their incredible history,
It starts with Amun Ra, the god of sun;
Who was Khepri in the morning when he rolled in mud and had fun;
But he became Khnum the ram in the evening.
And this is just the beginning.
There was the god of wind- Shu,
Whose daughter was Nut, striped and blue,
She was the goddess of sky,
Whose love for Geb, the earth, would never die.
They had two sons, Set and Osiris,
And two daughters - Nephthys and Isis.
Osiris became the Pharaoh to solve his kingdom’s crisis,
And married his sister, Isis.
Set was the god of desert sand,
And chaos and Ra’s left hand.
Nephthys became the goddess of darkness, decay and death.
As the pharaoh’s protector, she killed his enemies with her fiery breathe;
Isis was very magical,
Who made Ra’s condition critical;
By creating Apophis a snake,
To defeat whom was not a piece of cake.
Horus was the son of Osiris and Isis
Meanwhile Nephthys and Set had a son Anubis.
Then there was Thoth who was a rage,
Among the Egyptians for being the God of knowledge.
Like Ra, there was also a god of moon,
Khonsu, who could delay the noon.
The scorpions had a goddess- Serqet,
While the vultures had Nekhbet,
The cats worshipped Bastet,
Meanwhile the lions had Sekhmet,
The frogs loved Heket,
While the hippos had Tawaret.
There were many Gods and Goddesses.
Like Gengen-Wer, Hapi, Sobek and Bes.
Of which, the dwarves loved Bes the best.
While Heket loved Onuris from the rest.
The geese loved Gengen-Wer.
And Horus became the God of war.
There are many, whom I don’t know,
Yet we feel their majestic halo.
-Ananya Mallik
~ The Nazguls~
(Free Flow )
If ever there was a day
when the song of men
and Elves
were to disappear
From the face of Middle Earth
and the hearts and minds of
Elves Dwarves and men
it was at this time of sorrow
They were once
nine Kings who
were great and mighty
But then from the
Black shadows rose
Sauron and the power of the Ring
they wouldn't be able
to resist
So one by one
they were drawn to its power
and one by one
they fell
And now they ride
ceaselessly
searching for the
most Precious the Ring of Power
The one that their dark
Master wants it
just to possess it
to conquer and to smite with it.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
January.14.2017
Authors notes:
-From my very extensive poetry collection and poems inspired by the LOTR trilogy, ( and all the other very beautiful and awesome books ( stories ) related to Middle Earth, etc. written by J.R.R. Tolkien) the Hobbit books and the movies by J.R.R. Tolkien.