I love the strange world of fantasy
where IMAGINATION is the star
and WHIMSY provides a canopy
as weird creatures fly in from afar
Dungeons, dragons, a Lady, a Lord
and sybils who DREAM all but tell less
VISUALIZATION colors words
purple, red, gold, darkness is the dress
Please don't say it's HALLUCINATION
MY REVERIE is true as the moon
I have known a few purple dragons
and I'm having lunch with two at noon
The world ended suddenly on Victory Tuesday
A plague came and took all of the people away
It killed Big Brother when he stopped to sneeze
Who knew that death came in floating on the breeze
I wander alone, among the bloated, rotting dead
Stench, corpses and bodies, everywhere I tread
I live at the Ministry of Plenty, just to survive
I desperately hope I am not the last person alive
Why am I alive? I must be somehow immune
To the sickness that caused Oceania's doom
I used to work at Pornosec, my name is Janet
Living and surviving on this lonely, lifeless planet
... is wearing his tall white top hat
Where his brains should be
Wearing his rainbow bow tie
Where his vocal cords should be
He fancies his dragon cane in his hand
No surprise his shirt is Hawaiian Kine
Made of silk with coconuts and palm trees
For design
He wore brown khaki pants with suspenders to hold them up
His socks were knee high green with tassels on top
But his shoes were the best, better than the rest
All shiny and pointy
And ready to dance ...
Dance away Dance away
Dance through the night
Dance, Little Bear
Dance away Dance away
Dance through the day
Never stop dancing
Dance away Dance a way Dance away
Dance all ways always all ways
Dancing without a care
As He chops away, chops away chops away time
He sizzles and grills fantastic meals from his mind
For he fancies himself a cook not a chef
Being chef just seems too sublime
I’m a tiny winged fairy.
Enjoy supping from each flower.
Look at the dragonfly so merry!
Sunflower is our bower.
He is my dear companion, cute.
His wings are so light and airy.
Sometimes up into the sky, we shoot.
Our feats will make you cheery.
Dragonfly kisses
to a fairy princess
seated on sunflower-throne.
She’s highly revered
and gladly cheered.
Her kindness to us has overflown.
Red dress glows so bright
as she smiles with delight,
such a pure joy who’ll suffice.
Stardust surrounds her
at each flower,
An angel guiding us, I surmise.
I am a tiny fairy,
with a chatty friend dragonfly;
our garden is lovely and airy,
my wings are broken, I sigh.
Dragon says that I am pretty,
he hums when my world is scary;
we are happy though itty-bitty,
in flower sanctuary.
Floral umbrella,
yellow mozzarella.
Helicopter dragonfly.
Bee-friendly flowers,
- nectar shower.
Unforgettable time in Shanghai.
envision a world
of fascination, scent swirled
around me, a sunflower
giant petals gleam
in luscious dream,
Dragonflies, bees frolic in bower!
spread my magic wings,
imagine on a swing
croon songs of angelic love,
heart flutter, flicker,
glimmer, glitter,
am I a fairy soft like a dove!
YOU LIVE IN A FANTASY WORLD
You say that the sky is red
And see yourself as a fairy
Perhaps your mind is easily led
This abstract art is scary
You live in a fantasy world
The hovering dragonfly said
As reality becomes unfurled
Perhaps it is time for bed
In dreams where skies are painted bright,
I find myself in realms of light.
A whispered call, a fateful chance,
To leave behind my life’s dull dance.
With swords and spells, I take my stand,
In lands where magic sweeps the sand.
The sunlit fields and mountains tall,
I answer destiny's sweet call.
Companions gather, hearts entwined,
Each with a story redefined.
A rogue with charm and steely gaze,
A healer’s touch that sets ablaze.
Together we face trials fierce,
Through shadows deep our spirits pierce.
With every battle fought anew,
We carve a path that feels so true.
Yet whispers of my past still cling,
Like shadows cast by winter's wing.
For though this world is grand and wide,
My heart still longs for home inside.
But here in worlds where wonders gleam,
I chase the threads of fate's wild dream.
Each moment lived beneath the stars—
An echo of who we truly are.
So let me wander far and free,
In isekai’s vast tapestry—
Where courage blooms and friendships grow;
In every heartache lies the glow.
She finds the pink planet, musing Alice Liddell's Imagination is the only weapon in war with reality. Sky's canvas, brushed cotton candy clouds where marshmallow mountains peak and the seventh sun rides low 'til the man in the moon awakens. White light and red, filters a pink-tint, nebulous fringed rose gold. Pearlescent beams lap at her legs, silhouettes blossom as silky waves of jasmine kiss, spiral, and envelop her
open-mindness to
embrace the unexpected
Alice would be proud
realization pink planet
a bountiful life journey
Just living in my fantasy world where I get the girl of my dreams.
It might take some time for it to be real.
Somethin’ will come together after awhile of healing from this fantasy world.
The truth to tell is I have some fixin’ to do myself.
Working my way back to my truth.
Where I belong before I leave this fantasy world.
I’m just living in this fantasy world where I get the girl of my dreams.
Well I hope to leave real soon, to the real world.
Cause my girl of my dreams is right out here to see.
Oh, I know I’ve seen you already out here in this world.
Just takin’ it slow so I know it’s real, in this world.
Cause I’ve want something real to last a lifetime.
Oh I just want my girl to be real, with the biggest heart.
Something real, let me know you’re real girl, don’t not tell me.
Tell me with a kiss
I closed my eyes one afternoon
And traveled to a fantasy world
Where there lots of unicorns
I was feeling sick, one of them
Allowed me to touch him
Shock waves ran through my body
Blue, yellow, and green were the colors
Afterwards I felt powerful, invincible
I met Aladdin and saw his lamp
He allowed me to make three wishes
And they came true
I ran into some mean pixies and
They made things chaotic for me
They snatched my hair
Picked me up by my ears then
Dropped me hard on the ground
It was a mess, until the beautiful fairies appeared
And straighten them out, they gave me
Some pixie dust to keep, just in case
They returned, suddenly I was awaken
By a loud noise and realized that it
Was just a dream, until I pull the pixie
Dust from my pocket
Rich, Famous oh so true
they get all the toys and sparkle
because of me and you.
So we’ll sit at our Screens
eating our beans
And wonder about their lives
and what it all means
We’ll imagine they’re happy
But life’s not all that it seems
We can’t fathom that they’re sad
When they’re living their dreams?
So I will accept a life simple
No caviar from jars
Forget the Red Carpet
and driving fancy cars
No mansion on the hill
or big bucks in the bank
But lots of good friends
and the Good Lord to thank
The world is my oyster
with a good women to Love
All Stars aren’t on the Big Screen
They’re in my sky up above
When you see my eyes twinkle
and the smile on my face
Follow my wrinkles
There my happy you’ll trace
I’m not chasing after glitter
Everything I need is here
I know what’s important
Those things I hold dear
Inspired by Nora Gibson’s poem “Graven Images”. She is a very talented poet. Please drop by and comment on her artistry. I’m sure you will appreciate her beautiful poems.
In the world of dark nights
I'm in the urge of searching some light,
Waiting for nights giving tender embrace of bright
With a nyctophilic soul and selenophilic heart;
May be I'm addicted, But this is my life.
In the wanderlust of nature
I'm just searching for some fireflies,
Waiting for my throbbing heartbeats
Which can never get back from this fantasy life;
May be I'm addicted, But this is what I love.
In the alluring solace of this world
I'm craving for blazes of soothing soul,
Wanting to be ubiquitous
With kinks of fantasies and lively flows;
May be I'm addicted but this is my life.
In the vital pampering of world
I'm crushing out with flairs of craze,
Wanting to get reached into a parallel world which thaws
With this fantasy world of mine, I just live in every flow;
May be I'm addicted, But this is what I love.
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