Personification of the Elements – 9-1-23
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The Elementals
Frigid currents gather stirring
Mists to rain hail in fists of fire and ice
From fractured magma stone eruptions
Crust and fire collide
In melted tornados
In hollows where minerals hitchhike
Into purple ruby hazes
Igneous bursts into fevered conundrums
Where four elementals convene
In cryptic crystals, intoxicated by emerald,
Fused laughing enigmas,
Shedding molten aqua teardrops,
Where fire and fury reside
Imprisoned in liquid stone,
Sparkling matrix thunders,
Compressed grit in animations
Of clear-cut brilliance
The Elementals speak
In captured eternal flames,
Water, stone and breath.
Faeries of the winter,
lacy ice aglitter.
Faeries in the mist,
Mother Nature’s kiss.
Faeries in daylight,
spectral delights.
Faeries on the waters,
Neptune’s lovely daughters.
Faeries in the park,
how the doggies bark.
Faeries in the evening,
gardens they are weeding.
Faeries of the spring,
ethereally singing.
Faeries of the flowers,
vibrant colored Powers.
Faeries in the greenery,
mystic flickering scenery.
Faeries in the summer,
inside of blossoms slumber.
Faeries in the roses,
planting colored posies.
Faeries in the fall,
colors that enthrall.
Faeries painting love,
blessed gifts from above.
1-31-2023
Your Favourite Rhyming Poem from the second half of 2022 Poetry Contest
Julia Ward
Those beings unseen,
walk in the Universe’s gleam;
elementals and angels, flying,
void to earth, they go spying.
Those who’ve the sight,
where faeries alight,
find a true blessing,
to keep others guessing.
They are the Fey,
secrecy’s their way.
In ethereal beauty,
they do their duty.
A planet thrives,
ultimately survives,
It’s nature’s way,
those cultivating, Fey.
An artsy faerie of Emerald green
with her dragon Verde can be seen,
deep in the woods by a stump of oak;
this pair were quite creative folks.
A faerie gifted with a talent for carving
though she earned not a single farthing;
she carved and carved for children you see
bunnies, flowers, birds and bees.
Verde would fly into their dreams at night
as they slept beneath bright moonlight;
he’d whisper deep into their ears,
stories to quell all of their fears.
Then softly, he crept to their beds
and lay a carving by their head;
with faerie magic it was imbued;
a gift of magic and wonders true.
A good luck charm for their protection
full of wisdom to give them direction;
for guidance from the elementals,
is that which comes right from the angels.
the hidden ones delight my senses
increase my smell nodules
exude expectations
of what faeries, pixies and muses can do
The hidden ones help me prance in my head
keeping me in a happy place
as I listen while smiling
thinking about my faeries, pixies and muses
The hidden ones increase my appetite
for new words, new phrases, new poets
exceeding my expectations
of what faeries, pixies and muses bring to my brain dendrites
A Shadorma
Just over there
on the edge of time
faeries dance
upon light,
cosmic waves;
what mortal eyes cannot see
soul’s reveals.
Between the
panes of time and space
etheric
lights flicker
elemental hide and seeks,
a challenging game!
I spot them
but, I’ll never catch;
faeries are
swift enough
eluding any mortal
grasp that comes their way.
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
The little people,
Who live underground and care
For all of the plants;
Tiny gnomes and the Fairies;
They do like their privacy.
They have secret ways,
That are not meant for humans;
Powerful magic.
Don’t cross the line with Fairies,
You could be trapped in their world.
Gnomes simply enjoy
The privacy of their ways;
Uncorrupted by,
Human ways which too often,
Breed destruction and much doom.
These elemental's,
Work hard to keep harmony,
Among the plants and
Animal species on Earth;
So let them do what they must.
I'm ever changing,
I am cold and merciless.
I am never aging;
I am the tide, that is ever remorseless.
You can't see me,
I'm barely there.
I swirl around you;
I'm your friend, the air.
I am older than you realise,
I am slowly waking.
Now I open my eyes;
I'm the stone, that keeps on changing.
I'm the spark,
That ignites the inferno.
I lighten the dark,
Am I friend or foe?
Water, Air, Earth, Fire.
Wandering through endless lives,
Burning with a strong desire.
Living through endless times.