Best Fair Poems
You told me we’d always be friends
Out of the blue our friendship ends
I was your ‘forever friend’ - you told me so
Now you simply don’t want to know
Thought you the one on who I could rely
A comforting shoulder when I wanted to cry
A shining beacon that brought me light
Our friendship was a pure delight
You vanished, didn’t say a word
Now all my questions go unheard
No reply I need so much to know why
How could you not have said good bye!
A tear I shed as I think of you tonight
Of all that was so happy and bright
I love you still more than you could know
I am desolate that I cannot tell you so
Soul mate and friend we were one
Linked in a bond that could not be undone
Yet here I sit the bond broken
My heart aches, my pain unspoken
Far, far out at sea one day
A Hummingbird so found its way
To roost upon my pulpit rail
And thus decided it would stay
Never through my years at sail
Had I seen a hummer male
So many miles off the coast
Now bound with me into a gale
All day long he kept his post
Thus, to be a decent host
I prepared some nectar, warm
(Tho' he liked my tea the most)
I worried he might come to harm
As we had sailed into a storm
But soon he found his way below
And hid until the winds were calm
When the squall had ceased to blow
And sun had set with afterglow
Up he came to perch and see
The phosphorescent undertow
All those weeks far out at sea
No better friends had we, than we
A steady thrum of wings, I heard
As always, he stayed close to me
Then, nearing harbor it occurred
I hadn't seen my Hummingbird ...
So odd, the ache that raked my soul
Eyes stinging as my vision blurred
'Twas many years, that, now I'm old
How often I've that story, told ...
Yet more, the times I've looked to sky
For hummer wings, so bright and bold
And should I spot that bird a-high
I pray he'll linger, bye-and-bye
For I've not known a better friend
Nor greater need to blot my eye ...
Our souls were kin ... wee bird and I.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Devotion To Ocean" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.
(This is a form of Rubaiyat I've been playing with that I call "Echoing Rubaiyat", and it carries the rhyme of line three to the next stanza - AABA, BBCB, CCDC, DDED, etc.).
Nothing is impossible; the word itself says, ‘I’m possible!(Audrey Hepburn*)
Her words weren’t just clever; they carried a steady flame,
a truth shaped by a woman who earned her gentle fame.
Audrey—not by glamour, nor the shimmer of the screen,
but by the quiet discipline that lived in every scene.
At thirteen, I met her inside a movie theater’s velvet dark~
she was a fair lady, rising with a fierce, determined spark.
She didn’t play a flower girl; she became her on that stage,
each gesture carved with mastery, each breath a turning page.
As Eliza, her voice was not perfection—it was courage finding form,
a testament that transformation can outlast even the toughest storm.
She climbed from flower girl soot to radiance with a strength both soft and true,
and something in her rising said to me, You can rise up, too.
But Audrey’s greatest brilliance wasn’t bound to scripted art;
it lived within her kindness and her fiercely tender heart.
She carried hope to children when the cameras ceased to roll,
proving that her greatest role was the healing of a young soul.
When she said “I’m possible,” it wasn’t just a line;
it echoed with the power of a life lived by design~
a life that taught a girl like me to challenge every wall,
to trust that even fragile dreams can learn to stand tall.
Audrey’s courage shaped my compass; her grace refined my aim.
She taught me that the impossible is just another name
for every path I feared to take, for every dream I hid~
and that becoming possible begins the moment I did.
So I honor her by rising, by stepping past my doubt,
by choosing every day to let my truest self come out.
For Audrey showed me early—with her life, her art, her voice~
that impossible is only real until we make a different choice.
And to this day I follow her echo, her elegant call:
Nothing is impossible--I'm possible, after all.
People say that love never fails,
That all is fair in love and war,
But really, how do you know,
What love can or can not do?
And if all is fair in love and war, then
Why does someone always end up getting hurt?
I know my love will never fail,
Because I love you with all my heart and soul,
Because I would give my life for you,
And everything I am or have just to be with you.
However, I can not be fair to all
Because all is not fair in love and war.
I wish to hurt no one, so I don't,
But by doing so, I hurt myself.
My heart wants to be with you so much
And yet I wish to hurt no one.
So I don't, I don't confess my love for you,
I keep it locked inside,
And as a friend I stay by your side.
My love for you remains forever pure and unchanged.
I love you, Yes, I do, with all my heart and soul,
With all that I am and hope to be just for you.
My heart untamed and wild, dreaming of what if,
But it's cut in half by the love I feel for both.
My heart belongs to you but only half,
Because I gave the other half away to him.
Now I suffer for my love, for both are great,
But only one, I wish I could be with forever.
All is not fair in love and war,
So I love you both and suffer much,
Because my heart is wounded, torn in half.
I can not speak of my deep love for you,
I can not confess my feelings to you.
So I go on with my life pretending nothing's wrong.
Why must I go on without your love?
It's faith, I guess, that I suffer so.
It's destiny to love you so.
I called upon yonder window
That was up to high for me to be
For my maiden gracefully sleeps there
In her bed,beside the sea
I asked her to come hither
For her beautiful face I yearned to see
Twas yawning in the morning dew
As she slowly came to the window for me
To my amazement came forth a ragged wench
Whos hair was as raged as the sea
With eyes that were burnt as nightposts
To bloodshot and squinty to even see
For this was not my fair maiden?
Whos beauty would forever be
But a drunken harlot who came hither
That she spent the night with instead of me
My heart now broken to pieces
Wondering how could this tragedy be?
For my maiden now sleeps with a harlot?
Without the love that she once gave to me?
My mind was now enraged
So I dashed for the wrestling sea
With thoughts of drowning this useless body
That's no longer good enough for my maiden to see
With water just over waist height
And a large wave about to crash over me
I heard a calling from yonder window
Twas my beautiful maiden as I turned to see
Her beautiful eyes in such distress
Her beautiful hair flowing so care free
Twas the beauty of my fair maiden
That I had called upon yonder window to see
For the thoughts that raced through my mind
Evidently,weren't truely what happend to be
For it was her promiscuous sister
Who had come from the other side of the sea
My heart now rebuilt with a sigh of love
A large wave suddenly crashes over me
The last thing I saw was my fair maiden
As my lifeless body is carried out by the sea
DannyBoy:1-24-13
Alone, there I stood by the bench in the park.
On a leash by my side, my protective young hound.
In the distance I heard the echo of whispers;
As a dark hooded figure approached in a cloak.
She stopped and looked at me this beautiful maiden.
Rose like lips smiled gently, against skin bright and fair.
She took down her hood, released hair long and fair;
I offered my hand and on bench did we park.
We looked at the stars appearing so maiden;
As we talked of our youths and her company I did hound.
Then the moon cast its shadows and darkness did cloak;
Whilst trees bustled, rustling, the night timely whispers.
As we cuddled up close, to get warm friendly whispers;
It grew colder, I gave my jacket and said it wasn't fair.
So we got up to leave and she bunched up her cloak;
We walked to the car to the place I did park.
In the back did we place my faithful friend hound,
And we drove into the night on our journey so maiden.
We drove and we drove till the dawn arrived maiden.
To the rustling chorus of natures whispers;
And a fox searching for breakfast did stalk and did hound;
Saw chickens, roosters and hens such a fair!
In burrowed field did monstrous combine park,
Whilst autumn leaves rained tumbling natures cloak.
We went to my home and and we hung up the cloak.
Then I partook a chance to kiss the hand of my maiden.
While we spoke of the night at the park.
We enfolded ourselves to bodily whispers;
And I nestled amongst all of hair fair;
But when in heat of moment the barks of my hound.
A knock on wall from angry neighbors, please shut up the hound.
So I fed him, watered and let him outside; around me her cloak.
Then returned to my angel so beautifully fair,
Her skin looked so radiant my heavenly maiden;
That I caressed it so longingly, with gentle whispers,
Then stopped and remembered the leash in the park.
Then cursing the hound; I tell the dear maiden.
Dressed quickly, coats, cloak; and I love you whispers.
She tells me not fair, and we go to the park!!!
BLONDE – ABSENT MINDED OR FAIR?
CLIENT
Goodness, gracious me,
Come over here and see,
How did you dare,
You have no flair,
My hair now’s dark,
It should be fair,
You’ve cut too much,
Let go don’t clutch,
I asked for just a trim,
You said your name is Kim?
Kim, you’ve made a mess,
I must confess.
I wanted fair and long,
Hello –ding dong!,
Can’t you even hear,
My absent minded dear,
My color’s on,
But now you say that some,
Colors do not take,
Don’t tell me you’re a fake!
You offer me a cup of tea,
But all you brought was cold coffee,
And now it’s time to rinse,
But your phone rings, its Prince,
My colors on and burning,
I’m going bald,
And all because Prince called!
You check your watch, you’re sorry,
And tell me not to worry,
But my hair has almost gone,
When I walked in here it shone,
Now I have to buy a wig,
This my husband will not dig!
You even want me to pay,
For having been treated this way,
Oh goodness gracious me,
I step out for the world to see,
What you have done to me!
ANSWER FROM A DISGRUNTLED EMPLOYEE
Well, let me tell you Mrs. Tea,
I tried my best,
But you put me to the test,
I want it short, no keep it long,
I held my tongue in order to,
Be strong,
You want it dark and then
Quite fair,
How did I dare,
To take you on,
For I am not a con!
And if Prince decides to ring,
He’s the most important thing,
That has ever come my way,
In my dreary job of little pay,
I’m sure that I’ll be fired,
But am absolutely,
Sick and tired,
Of answering to every whim,
I’ve had a grim
Few weeks, so if you want to leave,
I do not care and will not grieve,
In fact I’ll say so long,
My dear,
Don’t ever take a step,
Near here.
EAVESDROPPER
Ladies please shut up,
We have heard quite enough,
Of this awkward conversation,
Goodness what a situation,
I have to however say,
That after today,
Kim, I will never dare,
To let you do my hair,
For you are both unfair.
And as for you Mrs. Tea,
Even if a got a hairdo free,
I would never again come near,
If either of you are still here!
There was a man from you-know-where
Who liked his ladies bare, down there
He met a bald gal
Who said, 'Call me Al'
Showing more, down there, than just hair!
5/26/19
The fun of the fair, sound and sight,
Swirling circles of brilliant light,
Octopus, dodgems, Ferris wheel
And then there’s a truly tasty meal,
A hot dog and onion delight.
The wailing ghost train haunts the night,
Goose bumps form as the people squeal
And everyone unites to feel
The fun of the fair.
The merry-go-round in full flight,
Pink and white popcorn warm and light,
These sounds and sights help me to steal
Echoes of youth and then I can feel
The thrill of a magical night,
The fun of the fair.
Fair Maybelle trode through the morning dew
She peered through the foggy haze
Her blue eyes saw what I tell you is true
For the fog did part and the sun did blaze
And a pure white unicorn met her gaze
Now it may well seem it would run away
Or perhaps she would rather shy
But against her nature she hastened to stay
And an unseen cord drew her nigh
Till Maybelle's feet she laid her by
So sweetly Maybelle stroked her hair
She longed for her touch once more
But Maybelle ceased, and she left her there
For what a *wight could see, that her heart was sore
Till she meet her love on the Highdown *Tor
So Maybelle walked o'er the far and near
And her one-horned friend followed light as a bird
And they travelled on without a sight of fear
With but one care and nary a word
That winsome twosome persevered
At the long last, Maybelle heard a pleasant sound
The sound of a rollicking song
And the butterflies danced in the air all around
Whilst her love held her dearly and long
If it could, could it be that she was the theme of his song?
So the three of them lived in the fairyland *wold
Where the sun slips off to the moonlight's glow
Where the wind blows warm and the streams flow cold
And the daffodils thrive in winter's snow
Now here is the end, as you surely know
* Wight: A person
* Tor: A high pointed hill
* Wold: A wood or forest
Written 4/2/2013
Summer swelter on an August night
You can feel the heat in the air
Carnival lights and cars in the grass
It’s time for the county fair
French fries and burgers
Candy cotton sticky fingers
Ferris wheels, spinning wheels
The memory still lingers
Dust on your shoes
As we walked holding hands
Kids fishing for prizes
A line of concession stands
Local band trying to make its mark
Dancing on grass under a tent
Walking around until well past dark
Win a Teddy by pitching a cent
Ice cream soda was a special treat
Greasy pole was a funny sight
Admiring the car with the rumble seat
Fireworks on closing night
Special memories of days gone by
My mind often takes me there
Back when love was a country girl
And we went to the county fair.
You told me we’d always be friends
Out of the blue our friendship ends
I was your ‘forever friend’ - you told me so
Now you simply don’t want to know
Thought you the one on who I could rely
A comforting shoulder when I wanted to cry
A shining beacon that brought me light
Our friendship was a pure delight
You vanished, didn’t say a word
Now all my questions go unheard
No reply I need so much to know why
How could you not have said goodbye!
A tear I shed as I think of you tonight
Of all that was so happy and bright
I love you still more than you could know
I am desolate that I cannot tell you so
Soul mate and friend we were one
Linked in a bond that could not be undone
Yet here I sit the bond broken
My heart aches, my pain unspoken
Jan Allison & Shane Cooper Collaboration
23rd January 2014
It is but of your fire
That I whither to this pain
This lonely life of love bemired
This shouldered weight of blame
Oh love, fair love, return to me
The glory once inside
For if a chance there ever be
I accept and offer pride
Oh love, fair love, return to me
The dignity of self
For so it seems that in this dream
Beauty lies in stealth
Oh love, fair love, return to me
The rhythm of thy heart
A lonely beat is lost at sea
With a life torn apart
When the temperature soars
My Muse is cranky and cross
Whether in or out of doors
Meter and rhyme are quite lost
My head heavy, I'm bored
Sweat pours off my chin
Hunched over the keyboard
What a funk I am in
To slumber I yield
I nod off for a bit
My fate surely sealed
Poetry, I quit...
Yet switch on the a/c
And, voile! A new me!
To the delight of my Muse --
Cool air lights her fuse!
A sweet madam of fair
sits full of beauty and womanhood as
her husband plays a sweet melody full
of harmonious devotion…
Though, I am not devoted to him anymore. I can barely hear his soft tunes, for I am engulfed inside the mind of another man. I fell in love with my lover Nicholas not too very long ago. I had been married for seven years when our eyes first met and since that day I vowed I would be with him, if only in secret. If my husband only knew how happy my Nicholas makes me, he would rage in anger and throw fits of mistrust in my face. He has always been the angry and abusive type. When I meet my Nicholas with bruises on my arm, he wants to ruin his life.
The tree I sit under weeps for me daily. He cried so hard yesterday all his leaves fell off his lonely branches. He knows my sorrow and treats me with the sort of kindness only a tree can give. I lay upon a white stone lifted above the grassland with a crown of red roses with my back turned. The crown was given to me by my lover. He stated once that I deserve to be treated like royalty and his nose thinks I smell like roses. This way, since my back is turned, I do not have to look my husband in the eyes and lie once again. I don’t deserve to be treated with such cruelty. Whenever my Nicholas enters my mind I know I am adored. Whenever I enter his mind, he knows he is loved. I stay there pretending to listen to his melody in agony so he does not know I have another lover. I scream of frustration inside. But soon I must make a decision. A very difficult one indeed. When I close my eyes, I see my Nicholas’s lips. When I open them and he is not there, I get a longing sensation to go be with him. We meet down by the creek and he whispers sweet nothings in my ear with his cheek by my neck. The cloudiness of today will turn into bright soul shining wonder tomorrow in my Nicholas’s arms…
I am nothing but a sweet madam of fair.
I sit full of beauty and womanhood and my
mind knows who my heart truly belongs to.
For the contest, Within A Gilded Frame, Sponsor, Broken Wings
Name of the painting: Human Face Optical Illusion Painting #27
Artist: Salvador Dali
Date Written: May 4, 2016