Slow down, little sailor man, it’s time to set sail
For a land where you can ride on moonbeams
Soar through the clouds and hold a dragon by its tail.
Slow down, little sailor man, it’s time for sweet dreams
About fairylands and magical journeys, and other things
All too fantastic, too marvelous for daytime, it seems.
Slow down, little sailor man, adventures tomorrow brings
When you’ll be wide awake and bright as you can be
Tomorrow, when the sun comes out and the red robin sings.
Slow down, little sailor man, I can tell you are sleepy
So close your eyes and drift away to a dreamland now
Where everything is beautiful and, well, simply dandy.
Tomorrow, you and I will have another fine powwow.
Written May 8, 2022
The wall would not hinder my fall,
the tumble i take for memory’s sake.
Childhood sees fairylands, vast —
but as small as a neighborhood lake.
The woods with its creek and crawfish,
an older kid pinching friend’s shirt, kicking
breathtakingly loud over the ground.
The girl ought not get her feet wet,
too sensitive and shy, not a tomboy.
We’d run back to the consoling wall,
with bunny paws, spring to our mamas’ ground,
never speak of tattletales…
after all, it was my friend’s fault
for perusing the big boys fort.
“Don’t Write Poems“
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what can I say i write poetry my life
in solitude yet to read the original
will it please, you tease
your words spectres roaming blind
then ouch pain spectres hit a nerve
inspired my words poetry
please do not say do not write
with words i explore
wonderlands fairylands dreams
the heartlands of my soul
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31st May 2018
Poetry for the Sake of Poetry - Poetry Contest - Sponsored by John lawless
I wake up to a cloudy morn
Of humid air and sunlight shorn,
Trust not at heart the grim tidings
I feel lurk in a dull day born.
Then high noon stays with gloomy skies
A little easy on my eyes,
My heart knowing some rain would ease
The sultry air that freely plies.
And then I hear a sweetened tweet
With it comes dusk and raindrops sweet,
A candied fragrance from the earth
Which lulls me with its loving greet.
Lo darkness ushers soft twilight
And night glides in with starry light,
To let the beasts of nocturne wake
And sing their songs in gay delight.
It sets me sail through pale moonbeams
Past lush meadows with silvery streams,
To fairylands which welcome me
With open arms to live my dreams.
Till crimson turns a smoky grey
To shed light on life’s winding way,
Where doughty faith urges I feel
That it will be a better day.
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Blurred, steamy mirror
Scarlet innocent faces
Clean, soap scented babes.
Fluffy pyjamas
Tales of elves and fairylands
Cuddles from cherubs.
Fight to stay awake
So not one adventure missed
Go play with your dreams.
Peek in, one last time
Gentle snores break the silence
Creep out, tiptoe down.
Hot cocoa, slippers
Claim control of the remote
My job as Mum, done.
Jodie Williams
For Francine's Morning, noon or night senryu's contest
25 Aug 2011
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