A silent maid
born of starlight
glides forlorn
deserted by moons
and her blessed tribe
in hallowed mansions
far beyond
the wooded places.
My entry-C
This time of year Santa’s tired
He fell asleep by the fire
His pointy ear elves
Jump in to help
So on Christmas he won’t be mired
fairy ring beckoned with fallen oaks the seat
she loosened blond hair for all elves to see
dancing in a circle around one rock deep
toadstools were there numerous with buzzing bees
owl hooted deep, arriving late afternoon
in distance farmhouse empty, sported balloons
spiders and grasshoppers smashed cymbals and drums
vineyard workers sleepily dreamily hummed
fat strawberries blood red on juicy offer
down she descended into a loamy hole
to examine nourishing cocoa coffers
then taste spiced cherry brandy alongside moles
her pink petalled dress became nastily soiled
she lost her wide crimson hat to earthworms coiled
tunnels were decorated with soft chestnuts
ladybugs slowly shopped for investment huts
below she found busy beetles, flora seeds
grey weevils digging into sour rotting leaves
roots of varying colours with buried beads
entangled were elf lovers like naughty thieves
teasingly were filled with the fruity brandy
many were heady drunk they became angry
she judiciously spotted coloured bangles
happily returned to own tree bespangled !
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Poems settle softly on the 'Peace Race,'
But a cyclone wind whirls to birth mishap.
Each soul foresees truth at a dreamer's pace,
While blue Earth is ripe with thoughts to unwrap.
Hope clasps the trees, painting the Elven hues.
Freeing our pink hearts' lasting love that swells
When wise leaders embrace the moonlit views,
Invoking kind spirits, summoning Elves.
The moonlit council leans on bargaining.
Soft persuasion drifts gently to mainstream
Garden Sprites who charm the soul, nurturing,
With the Elves' theme of peace that reigns supreme.
Kind 'letters' soar above divisive schemes
As Peace becomes more than an Elven dream!
EIGHT BEAUTIFUL LINES
Filled with peachy pleasure in parsley pastures
I eye eagle elegantly elevate in elongated flight
warriors wonder wisely about rising Sun
whispering wondrous worldly wishes across
abiding angelic appled air spun
elves and fairies pirouette in royal ribbons blue
with mystics maypoling as kittens mew
a mistletoe mist of fat figs feasting true !
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore !
A vibrant purple aura surrounded the magical scene
to me it seemed that I was seeing a fairy queen
I went over and asked her
if I may sit by her side
but she led me through the wooden door painted green.
We were in the trunk of a very large oak tree
where fairies and elves lived together happily
they seemed eager to learn
of my life’s chronicle
so I told them of all the things from my memory.
They all said they had truly enjoyed the reminiscing
and offered me supper with all its trimmings
lots of goodies to eat
a magnificent spread
I ate so much my poor tummy was brimming.
Then they put on some music and we had a dance
the ambience was perfect for a romance
if it’s a purple dream
it’s the best dream I’ve dreamed
‘twas a night to remember, by happenchance.
The basement bulb goes out, I lack a spare
My cat licks my ice cream, I'm OK to share
My laptop gives my face a glow
I'm wrapped up in a magic flow
I imagine leaving the world of men
through Moria to Caras Galadren
float this door to the Arduin shore
reclaim my wonder there once more.
Take me to Lothlorien
I'll meet you in an elven glen
we'll stand on Amroth Cerin
and see our realm, the gem within
Come Pearl Maiden, to that mystic land
Please cross Mirkwood, I'll lend my hand
We'll walk the grass, we'll scale the height
Gain audience with Galadriel the White.
I've only met you online so far
In a fantasy book club, wherever you are
You might live in a basement too
But make it here and I'll meet you.
A! Elbereth Gilthoniel!
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath,
Gilthoniel, Albaness Tirath.
So take me to Lothlorien
Away from the stressful world of men
We'll share our love of legends made
In this land, we're not afraid.
For Celeborn has the elven ring
He hides this land from the evil king
If you make it here, then I’ll meet you
And hopefully my cat comes too!
Frosty
there once was a snowman named frosty
whose figure was round and quite glossy
he danced through the town
till the sun came around
and left poor old frosty quite saucy
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
there once was a reindeer named rudolph
whose bright nose would often just show off
he lit up the sleigh
but led them astray
when he stopped for a snack at the bake-off
Santa and the Elves
there once was a santa so stout
whose elves loved to scurry about
but they mixed up the toys
for the girls and the boys
and poor santa was left with a pout
Holiday Fun Limerick contest-
Santa, Frosty, Rudolph or Elf-
set of 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Just before Christmas, the elves went on strike.
Santa told them to go take a hike.
But after exchanges,
the elves all got raises...
and a fleet of shiny new mini-bikes.
Jasmine had been warned time after time
to stay close to the alley, and be a mime
do not act like you are listening, but figure things out
et out of dodge if there is an angry brawl or a shout
for self-preservation Jasmine left the alley that day
following a pink and yellow bug to a land where elves play
One was sitting on a pink rock, spitting color onto a flower
Jasmine was amazed, and stayed around to experience meadow power.
Air traffic control has spotted a strange object in the sky
Moving at the speed of sound, bright lights flashing by
Radio contact has been made, a request to land on every roof in town
Air space has been cleared, and the landing textbook without a sound
A man in a red suit climbs out to check the flight crew of eight reindeer
A last chance to view the naughty and nice list before he disappears
The elves have reported all the chimneys are clear
Santa has been on a strict weight loss program, no need to fear
Presents are all separated and ready for delivery, must be handled with care
Timeline to get moving, such a big job no time to spare
Christmas comes but once a year, enjoy it spread goodwill and lots of cheer
Thank you Santa for another job well done, and we will see you again next year
Pages flying
Thunder clapping
Sun shining
Hearts breaking
Snowflakes dancing
Willows weeping
Wind whistling
It's all personification- but what if we switched them around:
Pages whistling
Thunder flying
Sun clapping
Hearts shining
Snowflakes breaking
Willows dancing
Wind weeping
Sounds like fantasyland- maybe that's where elves make toys, fairies fly, dwarves mine, trolls sing and dance, and gnomes do... whatever gnomes do.
Christmas elves swooped down on me and whisked me away
Because they liked my hat! Claimed our crazy neighbor Fay
Why didn’t they just take the hat? I asked, toasting my bread.
I don’t know, she admitted. Maybe they liked the shape of my head.
Where did they take you? My husband asked, a big surprise.
He usually does not care about her story and it is barely sunrise.
To the North Pole, of course! Fay said, with a look at my toast.
This wild story is so like her, but at least it was a whine not a boast.
Mrs. Claus had a tiny secret, and apparently the elves all knew
When Santa sees it, his face will turn all red and blue!
He won’t like it, they agreed, behind her back, such chatter.
She likes it though, so what he thinks should not matter.
Santa was too tired to notice at the brink of Christmas Day.
He had finally flown the reindeer home and had fed them hay.
Mrs. Claus was irritated that she had gotten this fabulous tattoo.
And snoring away the entire day was all Santa could do.
The elves gave up “trying to see the show”
Went outside and began throwing snow.
They are immature, but many still wanted to see
The reaction from the big guy, who was still asleep at three.
Tom Cunningham has declared war on the elves this year,
The ones who hacked Santa Claus' computer. and I fear
the naughty or nice lists were mischievously reversed.
I'm very sure I heard Mrs. Claus gasp when Santa cursed.
A PDQ solution is needed for Christmas to be made right
before he shimmies down chimneys Christmas Eve night.
The last thing Santa wants is for the horrid girls and boys
to receive fun presants cuz they don't deserve great toys.
If anyone reading this knows how this crisis can be fixed
please overnight it to the North Pole care of Old St. Nick's.
PS... Don't use email. Remember his computer was hacked,
and it's my firm belief the guilty elves should be whacked!!
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