Best Fairytales Poems
Like an evening sun
I settle by the lake
Wearing nothing but my thought
as I recall your name.
I recall last moments
Green shades where we have been
Your voice,a wailing flute
playing in the wind.
The sight of you- a mountain
The scent of you -fresh rain
The warmth of you- a bird nest
Your eyes- Wishing sky-lanterns
...drifting far away.
In this darkest hour,like a marionette
I waltz without your whisper
as white swans pirouette.
The sound of rushing water
still cascades by our cave
Shards'glow from a bonfire
once flickered on your face.
The smile, the echoing laughter
The raft,the night and day
Concern,longing and loss
Regrets and one more game.
In silence,the shape of absence
One bottle of champagne
A toast to empty glasses
Another fairytale.
Reminiscing fond memories
Indulging in the past
Unsaid are all the answers
to questions never asked.
Just a poem.
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Clouds burst their rainbows amid the night....
Cascading showers in loves colourful lights
Glitter became the stars which filled the sky
Inside my heart and afore my eyes ~
Into my soul did they come to rest
Atop palettes of dreams; their dreams bequest....
What you knew and what I thought
Who I am and whom your not
As time it tears this page so fair
Confetti streams, tis where I'll find you there....
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...."Fairytales and Love" *
trapped in skeletal arms of the wolverine forest,
I crave rose-scents from the corpse crescent,
seeing through the portal of pained pupils,
written with cinder-gold between
lethal lines of nostalgic nightfall,
about sunsets woven in angst,
from stone-cold tears
s u p p r e s s e d
within crawling clouds before onyx rain…
and must I scribble sonnets of sorrow and hurt~
while aching to kiss the
poisoned lips of midnight?
for in your quivering verses of unrequited stars,
I taste lavender in tender musings,
I feel the liquid warmth of 4 a.m. thoughts,
I hear the flow of forsaken dreams
amidst this sky-cradled prison,
caging my silenced skin
from breathing beyond twigs of thorns,
suffocating me with inked love
and unbreakable longing,
the moon still knows
I cannot live
if I were to rise every dawn without
the mellifluous m u s i c
of twin flames
caressing the cashmere air
in soulful resonance,
as if there is no escape from destined darkness,
when love is a feathered fern in the weary wilderness,
painting a panorama of fractured fairytales
from fervent fingertips
of how, once upon a spring luna,
we built an amethyst-dusted home
and called it "l i f e"
whilst karma crippled the claws of time,
and still, your name I wear…
perhaps, one day,
I will be more than
a chained bride to misery and loneliness
married to ghosts of willows and oaks
crowned with cues of confusion
draped in mellow memories~
like a tree-mannequin awaiting
the truth of twilight, forever yours...
Fleeting into the ebon night,
a million fairytales tremble at us.
Never cursed or full of deep blight.
I embrace you, you hold me tight.
For our love loses not insight.
Sounds of swift ivory doves cry out.
They know how our love does outshine
with flickering light.
Descending onto my grateful knees,
I knew the pain of loss and pain you carried with ease.
Black Ravens plague this existence.
Saturated in loneliness were you,
yet you stay with me.
I faced before you attains,
longing for my hopelessness to cease.
I sense your essence in the breeze.
Weeping in the forsaken land,
for I am but a man craving to be near you.
Sweetheart you are my perpetual connection!
For all of eternity my desolated heart remains,
bound by love and affection.
The wind blows and gusts prevail,
intense obscurity of the calamity.
As the tempest rages in warm rains.
your genuine affection sustains.
A million fairytales tremble at us.
My alleviation found in perfection
and...
I shall feel this pure affection,
weeping in the forsaken land.
Or you my beloved, eternally bound by love and affection,
fleeting into the ebon night.
Written September 7th for Lu’s Poem Switcher-Roo contest.
Rumpel Still's kin are a strange lot
With names not easily forgot
But he was kept asleep
By his cousin, the creep
Moonshine Still was the guilty sot
Rumpel had walked deep in the wood
Where Moon was with bros in the hood
Distilling white lightning
The scene was frightning
They drugged Rumpel more than they should
Moon left him leaning 'gainst a tree
Rump's whereabouts, a mystery
By now you realize
I have mixed up two guys
Rip Van Winkle's and Rump's his'try
Rip slept for years in the Catskills
Rump drugged for finding Moon's stills
Rip was greedy for gold
Rump was growing tree mold
Twisted fairytales of ill will
hmmmm oh wait... that's still twisted!!
If you don't want me,
Then quit wasting your time,
I'm not your plaything,
Better yet, quit wasting mine.
I hate the way you make me feel,
I hate the way you make this so real,
Why can't we just live in a fairy tale.
And from the rain I shall emerge
though drenched in pain and scarred by love
For nothing solely worth the wait
is easy,, we must rise above
And what’s a little sorrow now
the other side of fairytales
Not just a carriage in the sun
at times, a walk on beds of nails
But oh, to seek its just reward
to reach the place where love is free
To know the one that you adore
is safe despite the costly fee
Goodbye to rain, bring clouds no more
for now the sun is here to stay
The fairytale of children’s prose
is here and proudly on display
And from the rain I shall emerge
I say when times are filled of tears
For knowing once the face of love
will serve to conquer all my fears
"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
Getting Cheeky (Beauty and the Beast)
A monster, a beast, all hairy; what a Brute.
Another side, over time, kind of Cute.
She kisses beast on the cheek;
And it’s only been a week.
Intent to harm, has become a pursuit.
A Sleeping Beauty Does Lie (Sleeping Beauty)
A hole, that’s dug, will prepare a great fall.
An apple core, not yet found, before sprawl.
A sleeping beauty does lie.
The worm, in fruit, from HIS thigh.
The jealous witch saw the future and all.
The Tasty Crumb (The Gingerbread Man)
The tasty crumb of a man on the street.
Scant left of him but for sure what a treat.
A mangy dog got to eat
A hot and leisurely cheat.
The bum, from oven, not good, nor’n athlete.
Harem Theorem (Aladdin)
Says I, “This magic in lamp, will be Al’s.
I’ll control Genie and wish for them gals.”
Conjured and asked of his whim.
One wish was granted to him.
All forty beauts, but they wish to be pals.
The Squealing Trio (The Three Little Pigs)
The squealing trio pursued by a howl.
The porkers’ noise drew a crowd and a growl.
The wolf was very greedy.
The village folk were seedy.
The thrum of roast and bacon; not one scowl.
FRACTURED FAIRYTALE!
Chanced upon a book one day,
Bent, dog-eared, tattered and frayed,
Tale found within, read with a grin,
This fractured fairy tale,
Laughter did not fail......
Cinderella's real story,
Not such glory...
Ma woke up one fine morn,
"Cinders, Cinders!" Ma cried with such scorn.
"Cinders, you did what?
Cinders, you look such a grot!
Cinderella, are you on drugs?
What handsome prince gave you hugs?
Where is our pumpkin for tea?
Where's your pet mice, prithee?
Cinderella, Cinderella,
Where is this handsome fella?
Are you on drugs?
Handsome prince gave you hugs?
Did you forget the pill?
Why, you silly dill!!
Cinderella, Cinderella,
Listen to me, I'm your mother,
Not some fairy godmother!
What fairy godmother???
Cinderella, Cinderella.
What did you do with that handsome fella?"
Yes, that was the fractured fairytale,
Indeed, laughter did not fail.
She didn’t have a fairytale life
With happily ever afters
Or special tea parties
with looney Mad Hatters
She grew up imagining
Prince Charming on a white horse
She was a pretend Sleeping Beauty
who’s path took a different course
Drugs, gifts and deception
Trafficked for human pleasures
No high seas adventures
or searching for treasures
With the smell of sweat and beer
From the next working fellow
She held onto Snow White
and her favorite Cinderella
She wasn’t blond like Rapunzel
With that flowing long hair
Still that never deterred them
From touching her down there
He called her his Pocahontas
His slave of the prairie
Sure she was kinda pretty
But not someone he’d marry
Separation from her people
a heroine needle in her arm
It was the prison prick illusion
That held so much charm
She could escape to her castle
And let her shame drift away
Slip into pools of perfection
While white fairies would play
No one to rescue her
Her Prince Charming was a Snake
So she finally saved herself
By making her own escape
No more Fairytale deceptions
She now warns the girls she meets
“Stay away from pretend Princes
those Snakes run these streets.”
Native women are disproportionately victims of human trafficking.
Residential schools played a role in separating them from their own history, language and stories.
I used to believe in
fairytales
Happily Everafter and
Wedding Bells
Drifting on the ocean,
under open sails
Hearing the echoing
waves thru seashells
Feeling as if I'm on
Cloud Nine instead of
nails
Being royalty like Our
former, Princes of Wales"
Having a passion for LOVE,
that's tipping the scales
Yeah, I Used To Believe
In Fairytales
so far away, noone will no, across the fairytale river,into the snow,
flying so high, reaching for heaven, i met with the angels to get some blessing, I jumped from the clouds into the ocean, I rode on a heart that was never broken,
I swam threw the middle with the greatest whale, we jumped high in the sky and i never fell,
it was a world beyond our imagination, dreams that exist as our breath is taken, eyes of the soul that could see the world, our life is a treasure, and our heart is a pearl,
none of this really happen, as you can tell, but I'm known, as the kid, with the soul of a fairy tale.
Melting my heart with flames of heated sorrow
As I watch her sweet tears, I tissue my eyes
Indeed, she is not the only one who cries
Assuring my precious...a brighter tomorrow
Explaining to her, a soul never dies
Patting her back with her head on my shoulder
Fairytales live, child...forever and ever
She will understand life more when she grows older
Brightening her face, from her eyes stormy weather
She had smiled a great smile, from the last thing I told her
Humpty Dumpty, will be put back together
*Telling Fairytales of She Who Wails
1-27-2020