fabulous fanciful fantastical fairyland
frees the featherbrained feebleminded as much as it can
fleeting flighty flimsy flitting forever fireflies so grand
fragile frail fragrances frazzling a frantic flimflam man
Tonight, there's a secret I planned,
Fly me once more to fairyland,
In our quiet bed and in dreams,
As you have done through moans and screams.
Take me there and let me lie bare,
Till my eyes have wept their last tear,
So my love may restore lost beams,
As you have done through moans and screams.
Let your touch send me to the moon,
Let our love lift us like balloons,
And our hearts will flow in cool streams,
As you have done through moans and screams.
By the time our secret is known,
To all eyes, our love will have shone,
And my face will glow in soft gleams,
As you have done through moans and screams.
Fly me again to fairyland,
where you have flown me many times,
in dreams and in our quiet bed.
Flimflamming flighty fairyland
Hidden in hills, next to solid sand
Subterfuge for elves and king elf grand
Sought out by curious Mariachi band
Come, my love, look in my eyes
I will be your fantasy
Take my hand
And follow me
To a far and distant land
Where you'll find eternity
Come, my love, look in my eyes
Shining brightly as the sun
Take my hand
And do not shun
The call for you to join this band
Our festive life has just begun
Come, my love, look in my eyes
Rend your heart into my song
Take my hand
And dance along
To the beat of my melodious strand
And here forever you'll belong
The hills that once were gold and red
Are now a deep gray and barren instead,
Awaiting the first drape of winter’s white
Snow, or ice crystals sparkling in the light,
When they become a fairyland of fantasy
A sleigh ride through the bowered canopy,
Headlining the holiday season’s pageantry
Like on Christmas cards a frequent sight
A walk in the frosty hills is such a delight
Or bundled tight for a ride on a bobsled,
Steaming chocolate, and a warm cozy bed.
Written November 10, 2022
[Verso Rhyme Scheme
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TENTH PLACE WINNER
submitted to "2022 Marathon Lap 20" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
paths are strewn with puce,
tangerine, cerise, orange leaves...
swirling, twirling, whirling intoxicated under the sapphire sky -
luring us gambol in a fairyland of colours!
fall’s magical show!
sheer beauty of red and gold leaves swooshing about ~
Taken from my Poem "Hello September"
For "Bite-size Poem 38" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Brian Strand 1094 Poetry Contest
FIRST PLACE
Xanadu
Ethereal, perpetual
Beguiling, enchanting,mystifying
Pixies, Nymphs, Leprechauns, Tinkerbells
Chanting, ensembling, serenading
Whimsical,musical
Dreamland
2 September 2021
Diamante Poetry For Fun
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Where faeries flit among the greenery,
building castles within the scenery;
inspiration captures the poet’s mind,
spills faerie dust in the artist’s eye.
Sweet are the elysian miracles;
listen for tiny voices lyrical.
Fantasies bewitch the open mind,
of the imaginative humankind.
Beauteous are the tiny fey,
small elementals at work and play.
In strange homes they do abide,
these souls do flow with the tides.
Daren’t tread upon the sacred ground
where precious marvels can be found.
4-21-2021
Your best sonnet this year so far Poetry Contest
John Hamilton
"Flowers are the music of the ground from earth's lips spoken without sound." - Edwin Curran
During my morning saunter, I saw the crocus smile,
even as the dewdrops danced on dandy daffodils
The peonies poked out their puny buds from under the earth
and the vibrant violas shook their violet heads,
Lilies looked lovely in their pink and yellow dresses;
I stopped and stared at colours bared,
the sweetest scents staggered my senses,
The blissful breeze waltzed with the flowers,
As the birds belted music in the background;
Had I stepped into a fresh flower fairyland?
Grateful to God for His colour coordinated creations,
I realised ~ the harbinger of good times, Spring has arrived.
03.13.2021
For Brian Strand's "Your choice 2023" contest
bedtime story
no worry now
dreamy escape
29-January-2021
There
is a
whimsical
place deep in the
forest where the limpid river runs through
a charmed stone arch bridge pulsing with magic.
A camouflage
to fool the
outside
world.
9/21/2020
example for Tetractys 3
Three faerie neonates left in the garden bright
They slept well yesterday, well into the night
The Banshee wanted to save them, but was attached to a house.
The Brownies were worried they would be eaten by a mouse.
Three brave faeries from fairyland came up on Kelpies to rescue them
They noticed one was a single, but the other two were from Brothers Grimm.
They fed them some chocolate cake dunked with milk and fresh fruit.
Those baby faeries were grateful, and began to laugh and toot.
Should we take them back to fairyland? The oldest fairy asked.
A crowing rooster came by and said “Have they had a bath?”
The Banshee was throwing a big fit throwing pots and pans.
They should stay here! She screamed in their Irish homeland!
The brownies organized a campfire, and the fairy elders were called.
The elves and gremlins came too, and the babies were dressed and dolled.
It was decided they were to stay in Ireland, so they were taken to the kitchen.
The Banshee stopped throwing things and began to stop her beetch'n.
There is a rocky path,
small fields on the left
and a mysterious forest on the right,
a fairyland.
Cold creek among the trees
running towards the lake.
A red short wall decorated with nettles
and a gate at the end of the road.
Winding hill, red brick steps on the side
with cones spread all around,
just like if someone dropped them in a hurry.
At the top of the hill, right behind the bushes
a castle surrounded by acacias.
In front of the entrance a nut-tree.
Further, rabbits, swings, a sandpit and a slide.
Flowers everywhere.
A small beach at the bottom of the hill
with a thick chain at the entrance
and a leaning willow at the bank,
next to a rusty, creaky pier.
Warm raindrops dripping from the sun,
air filled with whispers, magic and wild mint.
Black night sprinkled with stars
mirrored in the surface of the lake.
Little girls with coiffured hair dressed as fairies or pixies
little misters masquerading as gnomes and elves
all came running like hungry bees to flowers
to my garden resplendent with sunshine
that afternoon in early May
for my little niece’s birthday party
Fairy land was my chosen theme
so the kids could live their dream
My tulips danced to impress little guests
as their giggles filled the air
redolent with daffodil fragrance
Iridescent butterflies sought home at neighbors
Wise birds, playing obsequious hosts,
fled the feeder to watch from the maple
The little feet then stopped—
suddenly a pall of quiet
huddles and whispers
hither thither they started again
innocent eyes scouring every nook and corner
under the bush, behind the trees
Intrigued by the frantic search
there’s no treasure hunt, I assured
Looking for frogs to kiss, the girls confessed
a lone glass slipper, the boys’ quest
Written on 06/27/2016
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