Best Lived Happily Ever After Poems
Out on the ocean
A lonely fisherman cries
He's unable to find true love
No matter how hard he tries.
So many failures
In his life there have been
To Neptune he's praying
''Please find me a queen''
Suddenly from the blue sea
A voice can be heard
''I'll find your true love''
If you give me your word.
You must tell her often
Just how much she means
To a heart full of romance
and forever dreams.
I give you my promise
He heard the fisherman say
Neptune carried the boat onward
To meet true love half way.
This is the spot
Now you must not forget
To catch your true love
You must cast your net.
After heaving and toiling
The fisherman watched the net rise
Until the sight of his true love
Greeted his eyes.
A beautiful mermaid
Reached out for his hand
Her tail disappearing
As they touched dry land.
His lips met hers
Their hearts were aflutter
So wrapped up in love
No words did they utter
They lived happily ever after
In a villa by the sea
And until the end of forever
Will share this romantic fantasy.
30th May 2014
Contest
By morning, I could feel the first hints of warm air,
Relieved I took my bath and dressed for work.
There was no music in the block of flats,
But in my head rumbled a hundred old time songs
That tantalized me into a stupor of great expectancy.
Down stairs, near the elevator, was an old woman.
I was shocked to see her on a wheelchair, eyes vacant.
The landlord smiled at me and told me not to worry.
Seems Angelique was to be taken to some rest home.
Her mother just wanted to see that the upstairs
Apartment was in perfect state for the living.
Disappointed at the name I left for work later for my groceries.
Back home I concocted some pasta and cooked the sauce,
Opened my favourite bottle of red wine to drown my sorrows.
Silence reigned supreme and I felt rather annoyed.
So I betook myself to sleep hoping at least to dream.
The phone rang and a dulcet voice asked for me.
She had arrived late and had got nothing prepared for her meal.
Could I take something good for her to eat?
So I put on my track suit and with little or no enthusiasm
Went upstairs with some pasta left over and some wine.
That would be enough I thought, but the mother
Was old enough and should have known better.
Mother? The girl that opened the door was young enough.
A nymph that beckoned me in, in the warm atmosphere,
Balsamic perfume that inundated the cosy apartment,
Low magic music swirled and vibrated everywhere.
My name is Angel she tenderly smiled, shall we dance?
I felt the warmth of her; felt her arms and the dance began.
It did not take long to become lost in her euphoric bliss.
And our lips met, again and again as our hearts beat as one……….
You want to know the end?
We lived happily ever after…….
As all fairy tales should…..
Tremble at this door child but do not come in yelled the Quent
she an ogress at the end of her wits wearing muslin and flint
was only looking for a King who could love her as she was
When the angry boombox voice gave her quivering she went
away, hunching her shoulders she glided away her ogre scent
A little latch opened a flash of blue a slant of eye then he re spoke
"do you clean Kingdoms and can you cook, for a jaunty bloke?"
"oh for the love of God" she cried, I got teacups bigger than this place
yes I can wipe your palace, dust your crocket, just don't look at my face
and so he let her into the Kingdom of JUA, and so began their chase
A little fairy magic in the soup was all he needed as he ate in one gulp
contented as a Mishka, he cried out, " my your skin is soft as pulp! "
From an Ogress to a Tigress, down she went like a pile of timber
while he headlong without haste planted a kiss so soft and limber
that it opened her heart, henceforth they lived happily ever after .
The End.
December 24, 2020
She is odd, they said.
She won’t talk to you.
She is stuck up.
She is mean.
He did not believe them.
Them who had lied about him also when he was the new kid.
He sat with her during lunch.
They laughed like hyenas; he found her refreshing and delightful.
After school they cornered him.
They accused him of being disloyal to the pack.
They were angry that he did not take their word about her awfulness.
They were incensed that he had a mind of his own.
She is depressed, they said. She is a downer. She is bad news. Stay away or we will not be your friends.
He saw her sad, and soothed it.
He understood her downs, she had reasons for them.
So he sat with her at lunch, and he walked her home, and they used their sense of humors and they laughed.
Being with her felt wonderful, being with her was cathartic, being with her was love.
They were angry now. They surrounded him with baseball bats and bully clubs.
If you insist on following your heart and being nice to her, we will hit you, they told him.
We will hurt you.
We will kill you.
She is different, they told him. She is odd. One of them spit on his arm to prove his rightness.
He threw back his head and laughed at them and he did not stop laughing. He laughed for hours.
Their faces were mad. They were upset. They were so angry. They ran away, because they could not change him.
She came out of her house, ready to be walked to school.
What was that? She asked him.
A bunch of silliness, he told her.
They got married, and made friends all around the world.
Friends who liked them for having a sense of humor and minds of their own
And they lived happily ever after.
Let me tell you a story . . .
It happened long ago and once upon a time in an enchanted forest,
This is the story of Sleeping Beauty of the Woods, but not the Grimm tale;
of your childhood, oh no, this one is completely but not totally different.
Now, the King of the woods, King Wind and the Queen, Queen Rain,
Had a beautiful girl child and she was known as Princess Nature;
She had seven fairy godmothers, there was Wit, fairy of changing skies,
Grace, of rippling streams, Dance, of falling leaves, Song, of the birds, and;
Music, of each new dawn, and of course there was Night, of dreams,
And the last fairy was called Magic . . .
Oh I forgot, there was an eighth fairy, an evil one, called Winter.
That evil fairy, Winter was so jealous and mean that she cast an enchantment,
On Princess Nature, that should she prick her finger on a thorn;
She would die, but the seventh fairy, Magic reversed the curse somehow,
The Princess would not die should she prick her finger but fall asleep;
Asleep for one hundred years, and could only be awakened by a certain kiss.
The woods was a lovely place of emerald green and hanging mosses,
but also there were places of brambles and thorns, and one day, sadly;
Princess Nature pricked her finger on a thorn and fell into a deep sleep.
The woods became quiet and nothing moved, winter and frost came;
It covered everything and the woods froze for one hundred years.
Then a Prince came through the tall trees, he had heard of these woods,
Heard the story of the sleeping Princess, and his name was Prince Spring;
He cut through the ice with his sun sword and soon found the Princess,
Kneeling he kissed her and she awakened and the woods awakened too.
And of course, they married, and lived happily ever after...
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January 27, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/Sleeping Beauty - Once Upon A Time
Copyright Protected, ID 16-749-715-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Your best Poem From Any Laura Loo Contest
Sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
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Written for the contest, Once Upon A Time,
sponsor, Laura Loo
Second Place
When the preacher asked Do you take this man
The groom thought this was a thrill
The bride replied I may as well
Being no one else will
When the preacher said Do you take this woman
For your awful wedded wife
The groom replied Oh my
You mean the sentence is for life
Two families sitting side by side
Watching each other like hawks
When the Bride and groom stepped outside
Instead of rice, they threw rocks.
It was a romance made in heaven
If you want to know the truth
She was in love with his pick up truck
And he loved her front tooth
They went on their honeymoon
To a cabin on top of the hill
There was furniture on the front lawn
In the back there was a still
He promised her he’d do his best
And some day they’d have it made
So he decided to go back to school
And finish second grade
Now you might think this is funny
And filled your heart with laughter
But they never worried about material things
So they lived happily ever after.
I left the Earth and walked to the Moon passing the Sun.
Along the way a Star I did meet full of treasures and fun.
The Star had a story to tell so I listened carefully so keen.
It told me of Earth’s history and mysteries setting a scene.
There was a King a Queen a Prince and a princess before.
Not born of Earth but of this Star that made plenty more.
The Star buried them in the Earth’s core where they grew.
It took years and years for this mixture to ferment a brew.
In the Earth’s core were diamonds as big as Mountains.
They sprung forth showers of fires like huge fountains.
Under the diamonds was a huge magnet pulling the Star.
They stayed together and worked as one to build a heart.
So they gave the heart to the Queen and the princess.
The King and the Prince were able to take a recess.
They went on and built the dome around the Earth.
But in the core lies a timely date for a new rebirth.
So they grew and woke up and jobs were assigned.
They had to gather the crops and all planets aligned.
They had to dispense kingdom upon kingdom by a breath.
They had to experience a multitude of life and one of death.
But they hid treasures upon the whole Earth and stored.
They sealed fate conquering life and death until bored.
So one day they decided to go away leaving treasure.
They’d build galaxies and more Stars hard to measure.
They stayed together and lived happily ever after.
Each with a skill and a talent cheerfully in laughter!
® Registered: Ann Rich 2006
Smoking Hot
Once upon a time there was a little girl
She carried a chipped edged bowl in her hand
Charity had been generous to her riding years
Gifts were ripped, unwanted and unsized clothes
Grandma loved her Red Riding Hood in any wear
She named her so for her cheeks were smoking hot
At the slightest insinuation about her bowl or any form of abuse
She had been wearing a faded small red cloak for years
First, too large sized then, too small in the wintry land
Little Hood begged for her grandma's survival
Who lay bedridden in their shambled home
Red Riding Hood had outgrown her baby size
No longer could she keep her face hidden
In her small hood, thus attracting the bestial wolfish eyes
A wolf befriended her and took some fruit for granny
He held her soft hand as she led him to grandma on bed
Money flowed in, and so did fruit and health
Philanthropy and blessings oozed in every corner
The lusty wolf took his chance as grandma lay to rest
Red faced with smoking hot coal eyes as he grabbed her
Red Riding grew from adolescence to maturity
With a carving knife and hot pepper spray in his eyes
The wolf and beast were packed off before a howl.
No more begging, no more tears and tatters
Grandma and Red Riding Hood lived happily ever after
February 6, 2016
Contest: Once Upon A Time
Sponsor: Laura Loo
A few moments after a hard summer shower we went to get the mail.
It was something in which my son, his dog and I certainly could prevail.
A trickle of rain ran down the drive, something not to be ignored.
With a splash, splash, whomp, whomp, he sent the water really far.
Heaven forbid that raging torrent should wash us away you know.
So he stood in front watching, making a formidable dam to stop the flow.
Then a leaf became a boat, sailing rather quickly down the drive.
He stayed in front, mesmerized, and then he finally watched it float on by.
With fascination on his face, he watched the trickles’ every move.
Then a burly frog came up, a monster king, that from the dog quickly flew.
The dog had saved my prince you know, from imprisonment in yonder pond.
For the frog was the villain, and within every good story, one must be found.
The hero became my prince, as he saved several lowly worms that day.
The worms of course declared undying loyalty, as on higher ground they lay.
In fact, the whole of the wormy world voweled to help him, that day henceforth.
And you never know when the wormy world, will be needed to sally forth.
At this time we found the mailbox, and my little prince quickly became engrossed.
My neighbor and her daughter were getting theirs, so my son hid behind the post.
When she smiled, he smiled back. A truce between kingdoms, now we could boast.
And they ran together that day, to every puddle that we did not find remiss.
At that point it became apparent, that the prince had found his little princess.
They lived happily ever after in the sun and in the rain they couldn’t resist.
And all because they’d found each other, that day in their Realm of Rainy Bliss.
CSEastman Contest:Litle Kids Again Child: Preschool (3?)
Here is the love story of Zhi Nu and Niu Lang
A romantic ancient Chinese tale of very long
Zhi was a nymph and Niu Lang was a cowherd
Cowherd-nymph love forbidden,secretly wedded.
Had two children, but their happy life ended.
As by the goddess Wang they were detected.
The goddess took Zhi Nu back to the heaven
Niu Lang chased them with his two children.
They were blocked by the milky way- sky river
And the children kept crying for their mother,
Shouting her name, Niu and children wandered
By their pain and grief, the goddess was moved.
She allowed them to meet one day in a year
Could be seen in the sky as Altair and Vega star
They meet and live happily ever after for a day.
Day celebrated as Qixi- Chinese valentine day.
Wish I had a beloved like the nymph Zhi Nu fair
So that I can live in the sky with immortal affair.
Like William Blake would say "Death be not proud"
I would have said unlike Blake "Life be proud".
II
Yet another story of Yeh-Shen, the orphan girl
A Chinese Cinderella living with stepmother cruel
She had a friend, a fish living in a nearby river
Once the fish was killed by her cruel stepmother.
Yeh-Shen was very unhappy for of her friend dead.
An old man told her that bones of fish were powered
One day she talked to the bones of her fish friend
Then eventually Yeh-Shen in a beauty transformed.
Once she visited the king’s palace, the king saw her
They were married soon, lived happily ever after.
Wish I was tiger as friend with cruel stepmother
So I could enjoy good things at this age forever.
Wish I was a sculptor like Pygmalion, not a poet
Make alive ivory Galatea by grace of Aphrodite
Married her blessed with the happiness and love
And to have enjoyed long and blissful life to live
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*Based on Greek and Chinese fairy tales of Pygmalion-Galatea, Zhi Nu and Niu Lang
and Yeh-Shen
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Fifth place winner in:
Contest: Happily ever after sponsored by John heck
There once was a boy named Paul Revees
who wanted to sail all of the deep, blue seas.
It is all he talked about most of the time
be it at home, or in school and even in the
lunch line.
He dreamed of it in the night and knew someday
to the sea he would take flight.
Paul finished school and a shipbuilder he became
and off to sea he went when the ship was named.
He sailed the seas and through the years he kept notes,
as he lived happily ever after on his ship named,
The Happy Boat.
Once upon a time there was a kitten with no name,
in the beginning his mother took care of him;
but one morning she was not there,
so, the kitten with no name went searching.
His little paws took him deep into a forest,
it seemed to be a land far far away;
he cried mew, mew, mew, MEEEW,
then, curled up under a tree and fell asleep.
In the morning he was woken up by talking,
it was the tree that was speaking to him;
you must be lost but I will help you because,
I am a magical forest tree!
The kitten looked up high at the tall tree,
it seemed the tree bent down and touched him;
with his leaves and it felt so nice that kitten
went pur, pur, pur, pur, pur, PUURR.
Kitten you cannot stay in this forest,
their are villains like animals lurking about;
who would like to eat a little kitten,
I am calling the magical singing birds to help.
They will lead you out of this forest,
so, the kitten with no name followed the birds;
they kept singing to him and he felt happy,
because he had friends to help him!
Soon, they came to the edge of the forest,
where a pretty house was built among the trees;
the birds said, good luck and kitten marched on,
until he found himself in a lush beautiful garden.
The kitten was wandering the garden when,
all of a sudden a little girl picked him up;
oh, sweet, sweet kitty are you lost,
and she shouted, mother, mother, MOTHER!
Mother came running and said what is wrong,
look mother a lost kitten can we keep him;
of course, and soon the kitten with no name,
was lapping up warm milk in a cozy kitchen.
He needs a name, lets call him Magic,
because its magic that he survived on his own;
so, the kitten with no name has a name now,
and a home with a sweet little girl and a MOTHER.
And they lived happily ever after !
The End.
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April 01, 2023
Poetry/Narrative/The Lost Kitten
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1536-551-01
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Write A Sweet Fairytale
For Children With A Good Outcome Ending,
sponsor, BJ Legros Kelley, Judged 05/06/2023
Second Place
It began...
One day in a far off land where roamed the fearsome Chanticleer.
There lived a mighty military man of rank, if not of prowess.
He sought to tame the wily beast to bend it to his purpose
and dress its unsavory meat with secret herbs and spices.
And so it goes, the word was passed to every town and village,
to every man of strength and worth, "Come join our quest...
and feed the hungry children."
From far away the call was heard and answered by a chevalier,
who sought his fame and fortune.
He joined the ranks of other men to best the bird in battle,
and lead his hand to take a stand for all that's good and honored.
To journey long he caught a strong and fire breathing dragon,
shining bright its scales alight he flew for many hours.
The light grew dim as the beast gave in and landed on its talons.
Soft and round they touched the ground and squealed like pigs in fallow.
Alighting from the silvery beast and eager for the challenge,
he gathered with a band of knights at a local tavern
for a place to stay and to plan a way the beast to slay,
when he saw the king's young daughter.
He stared agog like a love sick dog as he laid his eye upon her,
exotic was she with her silken skin and gentle and elegant manner.
She looked at him and he saw her grin which took his breath away.
The princess sighed and winked her eye, a different beast she hunted
Her hair aglow in soft warm tones her golden eyes aflutter.
A spell she cast to lure her catch and imprison him in her dungeon.
The knight of old, his soul she stole, his quest was now forgotten.
And so it's told of a love so bold, a man's love for another,
Her hero now with a different vow, a new quest did he follow.
He asked the king,"May I give a ring, to your lovely daughter?"
The king agreed, eager was he, to find this girl a husband.
They moved away to a magical place, a kingdom unlike others,
where kids can play and sing all day and irritate their mothers.
Through many days both bright and grey they strove to love each other
Though times were hard they made their way, their problems just a bother
She bore for him, as time ticked on, two gentle loving daughters,
and there he stayed until old age as husband and as father.
...and they lived happily ever after.
09/16/15
Once upon a fortunate time
I saw a princess that was so sublime.
She was *embellished with the beauty of a Seraph.
Therefore, in her heart, I sowed a seed that would etch a lovely *pyrograph.
That special *calescent egg of divine source
Was implanted to guide the maiden on her predestined course.
Then, as time passed by, the eggshell began to crack.
'Twas a rare bird breakin' through the sack.
And behold! a baby Pheonix.
Oh...there was the babe in love's *matrix!
Right away the little chick began emitting sparks-
Tiny sparklin' flares which left fond marks.
Despite that, as the bird grew, she ignore'
Due to the shyness that was resting in her core.
Thus the foul began to feel *claustrophobic.
So... that was the moment to perform fervor's magic.
Overwhelmed with an ardent vehemence the Pheonix lit on fire,
And, inhaling and exhaling, flames he did respire.
Then, the horizon of the young girl's heart got ablazed.
Suddenly, the lass began to feel amazed.
And right after, a conflagration of passion consumed all resistance,
Thereby leaving peace on the fiery bird's semblance.
Now it was able to soar through the sweetheart's soul.
So the Pheonix accomplished his fate and the damsel her goal--
'Cause she pursued her prince,
And *enamoring him, they lived happily ever after since.
*Embellish-- adorn.
*Pyrogragh-- a design produced by pyrograghy. Pyrograghy is the act of producing drawings
on wood, leather, etc., by using heated tools or a fine flame.
*Calescent-- increasing in warmth; getting hot.
*Matrix-- an enclosure within which something originates or develops; a womb.
*Claustrophobic-- suffering from claustrophobia. Claustrophobia means an abnormal fear of
being enclosed in a confined space.
*Enamor-- inspire with love or delight.
For Sami Al-Khalili's contest
I love Hockey
Can watch it all night
Dan loves the ballet
He dances like a dam swan
Me, I love a good whiskey
Dan he loves a poodle named whiskey
I love a night at the pub
Darn ol Dan just wants a rub
I will never get drunk on Saturday nights
In a jazz club where woman are a delight
For in the morning, if she has to shave
Her name is Dan and she moved into your cave
He drinks my beer
In pajamas’ all pink
He says he’s Daniela, beer belly and all
I tell him he’s Godzilla, and he ain’t going to no ball
Off to the pub, I need to escape
Dans bickering gaiety, why is it my fate?
I told him I’ll me home, but for sure it will be late
With a lady in red whom I shall take to my bed
Now Dan said no problem, we welcome all
I said hey! this is my place, for you it’s your stall
He said stop ya bickering, you know we all share
With that. ol Dan had my date naked and bare
That sly little playboy, pretending a lady-boy
He stole my date, and it’s her that he ate
They moved on across town, that was my fate
Never again will I desire a dame
Dressed in red or with a first name like Ted
Note: Ted and Dan lived happily ever after
Continued from “Under My Spell”
Thank you Tim