Fauns Poems - Poems about Fauns

...See dazzling bowls and vessels, pots of brass Old copper kettles, cups of gold, and chiming clock Porcelain statuettes, fake Tiffanies, stained glass Oak storage towers, ivories of High Baroque ......Read the rest...

...Dark trees, ferns, sweet with seasons showers pace. Winking sunlight through pines greenness embrace. Dew pearls embroidered flowers autumn's grace, Becoming earths choral flute twirl and lace.......Read the rest...

...Cold was the night when I sat down The dimples on my cheeks were brown When they're supposed to be bright red The fear had gone into my head I began scribbling with my pen Words flowed out from ......Read the rest...

...Wee Willie the leprechaun, Likes to hang out with fairies and fauns; 'Cause they're wee people you see, Magical much like he, And they play through the woods until dawn. Now Willie's a bit of ......Read the rest...

...I met a man on the road today otherworldly, gamin, fey. A gimlet look in his jaundiced eye, he held my gaze and I questioned why he wandered here, a mendicant man of pleasant demeanour, when,......Read the rest...

...A lovely oaken doorway in an old creaky shop; I stepped through one day and saw a bunny hop. A sleeping faun lay upon a rock, in hours, predawn he wore a red frock. By his side......Read the rest...

...Follow the rules The old man sat in his high walled garden he had been a traitor to his country not a stern quisling but enough to be shunned by the people of this town who had hailed him a......Read the rest...

...whose bliss is this when all ye have tranquility absorbed in meditation as purified drops of water are drawn into a sponge a wild and roving gypsy girl this pagan wench becomes and takes ......Read the rest...

...Malnourishment is the song from the pans whose empty hold could offer no more products to be boiled and whirled. They were quite sad having been bought then hung. Hung. Sparkly signalling stale sales......Read the rest...

...Firearms magazine offer manifold big bang for their buck, many ear rational per son or daughter loves advocate, the late chuck heston (now a shooting star occasionally visiting Earth from celesti......Read the rest...

...How deep the fount that births a river, flowing forth a path that rushes headlong down the mount where thirsty souls can drink where waters pulse through gills of fish and quench the tongu......Read the rest...

...profit of lost souls In the profit of lost souls A twenty first century global order where paper trails all but disappear and trade moves at light speed through Complex numbers and fe......Read the rest...

...In Lochness, an undulating giant lives; legendary Nessie; giant oarfish or prehistoric remnant? No one knows for certain, but he bothers no one; leave him be. In mountainous terrain, walk......Read the rest...

...Moon ---- Once night Gretta Foster sat in the backyard, building a rocket ship that ought to take her a-far, she had been working day and night - tirelessly, hammering, programming, all so d......Read the rest...

...The forest exploded, fauns poured out of a blue spigot sky. They jumped so high they brushed against Jesús's feet. Brown streaks of lightning, (wide alien eyed) so steady even in terror..............Read the rest...