what gives,
in tunnel waves,
a burial,
a three sixty
of tumbling
of the numbing
a red forest,
sleeping
needles here,
gently
pressing
against
her chest....
Painful
tomb,
not here,
near
to explode
near
her womb.
What's real,
a here,
of an object
of a princess
not crumbling
to your wishing
of her seas
Just leave
and her sleeves
in defense
of not wish to be.
Once upon a time long gone …
The reigning queen let out a yawn,
And stood up from her regal throne
To trample down the hall alone
She ripped the crown from out her hair
And flung it out the window there,
It tumbled down the castle wall …
No knight or king did hear it fall
And off the ground it did bounce
The crown rolled out into a flounce,
Tumbling down into the moat
And thankfully it did not float
A queen no more and yet she smiled
Chuckling, whooping and skipping wild,
Saying goodbye to the castle rafter …
She'd found her happily ever after.
Love is strange
Oh so strange
One day strong
And then dead
Oh so dead
Left alone
Oh so alone
So you say
I’ll never love again
Can’t say I blame you
My old friend
For the same thing
Happened to me
And my tears
Still know no end
Just like me
You’ll never be the same
A reminder of
Love’s cruel game
So drink up
And hear my tale
Of a love so strong
And now so gone
Why does it hurt
To love
Why must it
Be so
Why can’t love
Be simple
Why can’t love
Be true
Why can’t love
Be forever
Why can’t love
Hold through
To love is to hurt
Love is pain
Why is it so
Why is it true
Love is not simple
Love is not free
Not like the fairy tales
For you or for me
She came to a peaceful, shimmering pond
and took out her pearl-handled witches wand.
"Make me beautiful as the swan who slides
on your calm surface as she smoothly glides."
Since that day, at toll booths she doesn't pay,
and, at intersections, gets the right of way.
jabed in frilied thawn
a witch blugued the trees
with her a wabled thag
did tread
and mollied at her knees
frool frool
the witch that dawn
opockied beebs and bubs
to seeb a charm
on the morrow’s morn
to make her beautolub
then to slame
the wabled thag
who drooved a dan
with her
and he to seeb
some of the charm
wable he lover
and so that morn
agleeded frash
the charm bethrankled
down
the witch, the thag
melorphorized
and both lived life
unfrowned
Sweet as sugar daisy,
it’s that opening line.
Wild strawberry energy,
it’s that very first couplet.
Fairy tales start with poetry,
a quest for a thousand and one.
The ebb and flow of that journey,
follow along relax and recline
this is the viridescent princess’s story..
Once upon a time
over the hills and far away,
near the sea there lived
a viridescent princess.
She gazed at the waves
which seemed to appear so royal.
Still, they have freedom
that grace the scullery maids.
Rushing to the edge
stopping short of going forward.
The story of life.
Her crown seemed to possess her.
Forced to become rogue,
battle the storm below the sea.
Go off on a quest,
exit as a true leader.
Create a culture,
surf underwater mountains.
Happily ever after,
over the hills and far away.
complicated book
hibernated, with its bear
on loose, checking in
mundane existence
both selfish - different ways
two hearts not yet one
the world divided
N.I.C.E is not - it is evil
science’s talking head
book makes my head spin
not my usual genre
just keep turning page
satisfying end
this trilogy on steroids
hence, skipped the first two
and not on purpose
but the story holds its own
adult fairy tale
When the princess kissed the frog on the lips,
her heart burst in three painful double skips.
Then she sank to the floor,
dead as a nail in a door.
Yep ~ that's how they do fall sometimes ~ these chips.
I, too, have been to the land of Oz,
where everything is
that never was,
where nothing is never
anyone's sole endeavor,
and where whatever is
is never just because.
When I arrived in the land of Oz,
I met a guy who claimed he wasn't who he was.
And neither was he who he'd been.
So, I was very confused when he did begin
to explain why he thought I was his next of kin.
Winky claimed she spent the night with the Wizard of Oz,
who graciously invited her to partake of his noz.
But she declined, saying, “Oh, Mr. Oz!
I can't do that ~ because~
I'll never again be the same as I was.
The way it is it never was
in that funky land we know as Oz,
where girls are girls and boys and boys,
and girls play with their dinky toys
to condemnation or applause.
One day in the Land of Oz,
I got hit in the back of the head by a big bag of fuzz.
And this is the first thing the doctor said,
when I woke up in an Oz hospital bed:
"At least now we know what getting hit in the head by a big bag of fuzz does."
A tiny fairy
A dragonfly...weary
On a sunflower they flew
The dragonfly sings
The fairy wings
And a beautiful mornings'...anew
As the peas in a pod explode,
That is how I feel amidst a lone road,
Loosing you eye cannot afford,
With the help of our God,
Love is protected under a cloud.
Like Vision and Wanda,
We wonder,
What awaits the inseparable goose and gander,
For what our creator puts together; No man can put asunder,
For where there is no retreat; There's no surrender.
For me…when times are rough…I think back to Fairy Tales….
How evil wins its share of battles…but in the end…how good prevails.
Whenever I fight evil…sometimes I lose…sometimes I win…
and oftentimes I’m in need of mending….
but I truly believe for every Once Upon a Time
there should be a happy ending.
I also know life in not always a Fairy Tale…
filled with joy and love…and laughter…
I know there is pain and suffering and heartache in our world
and that everyone does not life Happily Ever After.
But…having been influenced by Fairy Tales all my life…
my mission is a simple one:
To enter into the fairy tale of everyone I meet…
so when their story’s done…
I may not have been able to come to their rescue
riding a white horse…like a knight…
but their lives will end a little happier…
because of the pages I helped write.
I walked beneath the ribcage of a giant whale;
Encapsulated in the briney entrails of an empty long-dead being.
Its grimace echoed in these halls of boned wall,
Of which calcite chambers temper;
Sturdy glass upon the shores.
Licked by lightning, hiding hints,
Raking sand with combs of sea,
Until I reached the portcullis,
I was too afraid to breathe.
From the bone, hung weeded curtains,
Sour, from the sea.
Dangled down, to repeat a sense,
Of giant mammal's teeth.
The viscera of foliage hung demure.
Violent, still, while biding time.
Swaying wet with salt, debris;
Beneath sat a heavy jaw.
Unclenched by neither cheek nor jowl,
Yet open for a crunch,
The mouth from which I stepped,
Devoured,
A sense of self I hadn't kept.
What once was oaken, knotted pine,
Engrained in skin of shrub and wood.
Was now the fleshy, un-divine,
Boy who ought and could.
Goldilocks had three, not one berry,
Humpty Dumpty in jubilation
Mary, who is quite ordinary
Rainbow gold tip tethers creation
Jack, Jill, and my son are happy.
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