Best Faire Poems
If you should hear him coming, fear his roar
His grizzled warnings, you should not ignore
A formidable champion is Ursus, a carnivore
His claws protects those he loves with vigour
He confidently stands on two powerful legs
to liberate the world from its deviant dregs
Quite beastly is his gnarly savoir-faire attitude
when in combat with the insolent and the rude
He'd prefer to live in harmony with c'est la vie,
thinking, That's life and what will be will be
But he will fight when needed... c'est la guerre
Off to war with courage, strides the Great Bear
With one arm held in check, he'll not be denied
the voice to rebuke those who abuse and deride
If blinded in one eye, he would never hold back
To defend those in need he would bravely attack
Lovely to know He is everywhere,
For love blooms anywhere He goes,
Answering every fervent prayer-
The source of endless rainbows!
Knowing just what to do and when,
Every single time, right on time;
So shadow flowers may recur again,
And fruit so blushes at its prime.
And creepers know whence to creep,
As bunnies hop in fields of summer;
And Mole knows if he's in too deep,
While each early follows latecomer.
He espies the trailing fireflies,
Glamourizing all the summer nights;
And hears the many fatigued cries,
Of songbirds on southern flights.
He created magic of midnight stars,
And the long slow dance of the moon;
Oversaw our reigns of ancient tsars,
And commanded shadows at high noon!
The Deamon Faire
The Deamon Faire
a paroday of a novel
the awful ugly was moving slightly impaired in the fire was slowing it down
it was the deamon faire come to the home
the little child asleep in the hay
the pussy willow cat came to catch the deamon faire
she crept near the crypt
the deamon faire lumbered near the mill
the mill was turning wheel almost captured pussy willows tale
she sounded like a deamon cat all wound upp and upp too bat
indeed the deamon faire looked like a hairy bat in a suit with the tie
the cat pounced at the deamon faire and missed the splash was a wet pussy
willow cat
she hissed the deamon faire sounded just like this
a long burning howl pulled over a wool scarf then turned into a screech
the outreach tried to reach the scene of the crime was an old pond milling and
lumbering and long
overgrown ivy trailing
meandering overblown moss
the author was right up to this point and then she lost her train of thought the
end of the book never tells us exactly what happened to the
The Deamon Faire
ed,note,ed
did you read Faire as FAIR or FAIRY oh what a Happy Birthday Paroday
a real live dead poet charlax poetry poem
We keep to ourselves all our deepest affection
from a misguided notion that hearts need protection.
We offer love slowly and use great precaution,
when we ought to race and should love to exhaustion.
For no moment passes…not a singular one,
whether under the all-seeing glare of the sun
or the soft, cool gaze of uninterested stars,
that death ceases pursuit of what we think is ours,
then 'ere we are ready, it claims from our hands
all of the people we thought that we’d have
...to hold for another day.
08/13/15
A lovely day is over now
As Ren Faire comes to a close
As whimsical stories are told by all
Faire goers share the keepsakes they chose
Now there is quiet in the woods
Wide-eyed children must now leave
The crackling campfires start to burn fierce
As wild tales begin to weave
Drums and lutes are heartily played
Panpipes and mandolins sound
The village comes to life with glee
New friends and lovers are found
An earthly vibe begins to rise
Troubadours can now start to croon
Kings and Queens come ever so near
The night sky shines behind a radiant moon
As time stops for these noble artists
Their magic will live on
The wings of time will bring them back again
From morning until dawn
The smile conceals, something.
Does not offer any cue.
You were still traveling
within.
You wanted to leave the world,
as it was, without cleaving
the wood, not accepting the veneer.
It rang an alarm bell.
To evolve their own persona;
good to take their own path.
The fallout was widening.This
was an insider’s story.
What an audacious withdrawl;
and you were in a silent mode like a Buddha
to uptake the film of dust
settling on the innocent rape of book.
Satish Verma
Give me a break! Shall you?
You say that you are free in free society
While your liberty is stolen!
By that freedom, so, let it be
Let them do as they will
Let them enjoy their marginal utility
Or leave it alone.
Reality occasionally hallucinates,
poetry almost always enchants
our art is to balance the extremes,
so that we compile the finer results
These were the times when I've Sat around
Thinking about
I've thought it through
Thought it out.
And in every single way
Every simple little
Solitary ORCHID filled day
I commend myself just because
I have let your
Heart hold me up.
I can tell you now
Baby it was my crutch
When I was falling down
Stripped Of my composure
I was one pitiful tear stricken SOLDIER.
Now, it's just as though
I was clutching YESTERDAY.
Memories so tenderly placed
They won't let me be
LAISSEZ-FAIRE BABY BABY
I will only trust my words to you.
Do you care about me?
Do you feel when I bleed?
Do you feel the Cold breeze
With icicles on its wings
Only HEAVEN KNOWS I
Suppose
The KINDLED fire of
My SOUL My heart composed.
A silent love AFFAIR
Take me there
Laissez-FAIRE
Darling beware
Sometimes I wish I were all alone
With no one to irritate, message or phone
Just leave me to myself
Try to understand my agony
Try and learn to be empathetic
Life cannot go without being sympathetic
I wish my biggest wish
To be alone and peaceful
A wish to relax and breathe
A wish to be cheerful
A wish to delete the most awful
My head aches with all the pain
Stop hurting because you will not gain
Is it too much to ask
Is it such a difficult task?
For once, I beg you to let go
Give me the time for thoughts of troubles to flow
Let the train of thoughts come to a standstill
What I ask may be hard to kill
I know there is no thrill
I know I am a retard
But u don’t have to discard
Just let me go and goodness will return
Keeping me tight will make me burn
Let me fly high...it is an important lesson to learn...
The poet, bright, sat upon his comfy chair.
He was peacock proud of his savoir fare!
Face changed red...password,English for derrière!
5/28/2022
Faire L'amour..is being one whole soul, physically and energetically like the two souls melt to form an amalgamation of some rare element organically
Faire L'amour.. the physical manifestation of something unspoken..very substantial
Faire L'amour..the physical manifestation of soupy emotions..letting someone know that she trusts him come what may
Faire L'amour.. starts the moment he smells her bare skin..the smell that lingers in the mind for eternity
Faire L'amour.. the scent that keeps reminding him, there's someone who waits for him to come back and be loyal to the unconditional affection she has for him
Faire L'amour.. that reinforce this is different from everything else
Faire L'amour.. that reinforce she's different from everyone else
there was a young man named Sean
who pledged his undying love to Dawn
one day at the faire
he met a different woman there
and now he has run off with Fawn
Christmas flowing through the air
Children’s hearts wait for Santa to appear
Reindeers ready
Rudolph holding steady
Christmas Trees stand tall and bright
Wiseman followed the North Star during the night
Bethlehem thought of the Nativity of the Little Babe sight
Joy to the world
Children sleeping and dream of Christmas anticipation
It’s Christmas Eve night
Santa’s yearly ride
All the gifts that he will provide
Winter winds
Christmas Day commerce
Friends and Family cheer
Christmas is finally here
The reason for the season
A Holy Birth
Peace and goodwill to all
Find a Faire
What would it be like to find a faire?
So we could see things here and there
And everywhere enjoying having fun
Being on rides while out in the sun.
Place would be along a river front
Had good time doing what we want
Interesting things caught our eye
Like seeing all of the boats passing by.
Many games were there available to play
With cotton candy and drinks to while away
Our time relaxing as we set on a bench
And we ended up seeing a flying flinch.
Was a merry-go-round and a carousel
Then decided to relax and sit for a spell
Talking about all that we had done
While having been there with everyone.
To return to faire will want to repeat
All those things we liked which were neat
Now to my mother I sing her a song
When you go to faire bring me along.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran