I ride my winged horse beneath the moon,
With faery fiddles and spirited tunes.
My cowgirl heart and fancy flame,
Wild with glee, they're one and the same.
Sing with winds, play in trees,
Whisper Ogham across the breeze.
Clouds above and oceans below,
Guide this faery wherever she goes.
I see the western sun arise
With faery wings in morning skies.
Crossing the forests, flowing orbs,
Dreamy trails where emotions are absorbed.
Sing windswept, climb the trees,
Whisper Ogham in the breeze.
Clouds above and oceans below,
Guide this faery wherever she goes.
The Oak Grove is my range, dark and old,
With owls and horses bold,
Cowboy blues and faery songs
Will keep the prarie rolling on.
Golden treasure found in the dawn
Faeries in ocean waves carry on.
Golden sparkles and diamonds plead
For riches, that freedom to be me.
Sing with rainbows and climb the trees.
Whisper Ogham in the breeze.
Clouds above and oceans below
Guide faeries wherever they go.
My cowgirl heart is a free faery
In a magic lifestyle meant for me!
Sing, Pink Faeries; sing to the Yellows!
Faery voices rise like bellows.
Dancing 'round their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth!
Cowgirls grin, and horses smile.
They've been in books on shelves for awhile,
One cowgirl with a Western Sunrise in hand,
As cactuses bloom across the land.
Sing, Pink Faeries; sing to the Yellows!
Faery voices rise like bellows.
Dancing 'round their their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth!
Daisies shine in widespread air,
Cats meow with songs so fair.
Songs of Faery pinks for us to be renewed,
Banning shadows, banishing the blues.
Circles, squares, and ovals play,
While Cosmos shines night and day.
Cactuses crown such dreamy love,
So be it---rejoicing from above.
Sing Yellow Faeries; sing to the Pinks!
Faery voices rise with winks!
Dancing 'round their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth
By Moonlight's grace, embrace the space.
The Cosmos sends romantic dreams to you.
With their wings from Starlight and Sky blue,
Their enchantment bathes minds anew.
Such flaming Orbs bind dreamers to rainbow hues!
May magic blossoms enchant the vicinity
And Clouds bestow Cosmic affinity!
Let snow Faeries flutter among frosty trees
And breezes fulfill your hopes for glee!
May Faery dancers set you free!
With Starlit gowns and flowing streams,
The Orbs anointing your mind in dreams.
Imagination is their instrument.
May the Fae wonder be bright and innocent,
As Faery visions carry you to the bright Infinite!
I no longer trust the flowers of dessert mirages.
For years, Vikings have read mystical Runes.
They once soared forth in golden carriages.
Now every dawn returns their dreamy tunes.
A faery, I remain in vibrant flight.
A mystic born with Stardust and Cosmos.
My flight dreams transcend the mind's starry night
To realms where big truths and visions arise.
Handfasted once beneath the ancient Oak
Amid unwinding breaths of whispered wind,
Now freed to ride the cosmic tides evoked,
Ascending where the Celestials began.
No human heart knows where I am flying
With defiant fantasies unflinching.
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!
England glides in grace.
Heartfelt Oak and Sage herald
Its faery language.
English lightens weight,
Glides through fae-tinged tales to wake
Syllabic rebirth.
what is that?
don’t know
a monarch that moves weird?
We had to get closer
for it was a tiny little creature
an orange faery frog
with black polka dots
jumping from blade of grass to blade of grass
Doesn’t it have wings?
It sure does!
We were amazed,
wondering why it did not fly off.
But then it did.
In the deep dark night
There is something more radiant
Shining more than a star
And burning like a sun
Just Look at her moves
And grab her in your arms
She will make you impatient
Just hold your heart beats
Night is naughty but not silent
Find a corner to gulp her fire
Embrace her moans and pleasant screams
Be ready to soak in her lusty ocean
You will gonna melt in her volcano
All will be faded away fore her glare
Go and follow her each lead,
She’s your master serve her well
Don’t dare to make any mistake
You will gonna pay for her displeasure
Just sit on chair fold your hands
Do not turn around wait for nod
Amusement will begin with burning charcoal
My hands your body, a perfect hot match
It’s not scary, it’s hotter than ever
After this night your fantasy will die
It will impossible to be erotic again
You will gonna cursed by her touch
She is not an angel from faery
She is devil but from your fancy dream
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
I am my fathers son
I am my mothers daughter
Forged in Dragons Flame
Birthed in Neptunes Water
I hear the song of the Warrior
I dance to the warriors tune
I am known as the Healer
I am the guardian at high noon
How my eyes shine in the night!
In morning I soar with the sun
I belong to the First Born
My heart and the Goddess are one
The Wizard is my teacher
The Dragon is my friend
An Angel was my mentor
I will protect thee to the end
Damselfly wings take me in flight
Soaring over my Homeland
I run with the Wolves at night
When peril comes I will make my stand.
If darkness falls I will shine my light
I will covet thee and protect thee
With all my heart
With all my might
I am my fathers daughter I am my mothers son
I will bring the Healing Waters
With sword in hand
I battle till the day is won
faeryluna.com
I am the Faery Explorer
no lives less
always the more
your path I've chosen
learning is my way
this I do many lives through
for my Family Fae
In your step
behind your eyes
upon your breath
my Faery soul lies
we sing, we laugh, we make merry
with you I hurt and cry
I am, the Explorer Faery
Eat drink and be Faery
For tomorrow we Fly!
faeryluna.com
Oh what can ail you, faery lady?
With eyes as blue as the sea
Truly you are not alone,
As ravishing are thee
Your soul seems withered and callous
Your heart is surely dying
lying amongst the garden leaves
While pools of blue are crying
Like the cries of a dying bird
Echoing through the trees
I hear you moan and ache so deep
I feel you long to be
Oh kind sir, I’m trapped here
Never to love again
For every soul I’ve come to care
I’ve brought to their bitter end
A knight, he came upon me
Atop his brilliant steed
But when I said I loved him
I planted an evil seed
He made me lovely things
To show me all his care
I stroked his hair so gently
But the curse it would not spare
His eyes grew dim and weary
As dark as a winter’s day
He breathed my very essence
And vowed to forever stay
Intoxicated and wilting
The rose waned from his cheeks
He climbed his brilliant steed no more
And love no longer speaks
Oh kind sir, I really wish
These words I speak were real
But a faery’s tongue is ages old
And thus your fate is sealed
Now forever resting
In loves eternal sleep
That is why WE lie here
In this garden where I weep
May the stars blend together and sprinkle
To spread its magic dust down onto me
The faeries all live en mass in the sky
I feel their delightful glow constantly
The stars are extremely prosperous here
Falling down they deliver and go shoot
It’s the dust that makes them so powerful
The source of their talent, the center root
I enjoy the harmony they cherish
The sky is present with their memory
An entrance to the heavens through their grace
A festival for their mind I agree
Faeries come over to express themselves
The very sight of them make the stars shine
Magic dust arrives in bunches right now
Sprinkling down onto me by its design
Russell Sivey
She flitters there in the air right near me
A gorgeous faery that enables hope
Her powers are great and surely plenty
She doesn’t stand pouting and doesn’t mope
The faery shares all of her love that’s sound
She flitters there in the air right near me
Her heart’s huge, enough for many around
She floats over my shoulder lovingly
Her size is quite tiny and sure unique
My faery helps me all throughout my day
She flitters there in the air right near me
She sits with me even all of today
I get some material things from her
But nothing for my soul, that’s my body
Faery is a dreamer, for she’s clever
She flitters there in the air right near me
Russell Sivey
Jason had a friend,
It was the Undertaker,
Jason had a fight,
And did a massive piledriver!
Jason had a deal,
With Freddy Kruger,
Got to start killing field,
Scaring new kids on the block.
Jason met his mother,
And stayed in Bates motel,
Found he has a lost older
brother,
Who is a freaky peeping tom.
Jason learnt from Norman
Bates,
Settled in his home sweet
home,
Got poisoned and back
stabbed,
Made him mad enough to
spilt Norman in half!
Jason now is all alone,
No friends or foes,
Will the devil take him to Hell,
Or angels save his soul?
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