the cat chair was loved from 1962 to this day
It was purchased with lots of moola by my Aunt Fay
At the time it was shocking, nothing other women would buy
She was ahead of her years, she conformed to no woman or guy
Aunt Fay loved the cat chair, it was reserved for her alone
We did not dare sit in it, even to talk on the phone
For it was her domain, her favorite furniture piece by far
Her next favorite possession was her two-toned Riviera car.
Categories:
fays, cat,
Form: Rhyme
In the Sun gold land of grass
Lambs and sheep therest they graze
Lucy wandered first in lanes
Then she in the meadow gazed
Wherest children ran and play
By the Grove of willow tree
faster than the starry fays
To the noisy field she flee
Children laugh therest and play
It was but a heaven's scene
Rarest wonder of the world
Was wonder of Echoing green
Little Lucy's shining eyes
Caught the scene of butterflies
Ran she so that she may catch
Nature's Fancy honeyed eyes
Ran she up then ran she down
By the hedge where kittens play
In the foggy eve in meadow
Little Lucy lost the way
Moaned she watching her shadow
In the timorous dusky ray
Not a single person she saw
By the garden rusty door
On the windy unseen sea
saw
Rowan leaves without oar
Yelled she louder than ever
By the margin of the pond
Hoping that her mom may hear
May Santa come with mighty wand
Came her mother from behind
And she in her arms her hold
Little daughter you art fairy
You are thy mamma s soul
Listen never go thou out
All alone on lonesome way
In the woods are fierce shadows
Wander therest then and sway
Categories:
fays, angel, cool, culture, dark,
Form: Ballad
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O thou whitish heaven's deity
Rowing on the waterways
Hellen of the birds in heaven
Heaven of the world of fays
In the foggy eves of winter
In the moonlit lake you row?
Larks and cuckoos, moon and weathers
Gaze at Thee in awe and go
Pearl of Love, thou Silent thinker
Midst of oceans midst of river
Gazing at the Reed as hermit?
Then on thine own thoughts thou shiver
Often see I rowing, boating!
In the eves of scented summer
Holy mornings, foggy winter
Thou in silent worship hour
On the sands of ocean shimmer
O thou angel, O thou mystic!
Thinkst thou of earth or heaven?
Thinkst thou of Love that Vanished?
Thinkst thou in seventh heaven?
Thinkst thou that life is sorrow?
Sorrow with the beats that mingles?
Thinkst thou of mirthful hour?
Not on face of earth that lingers!
Write on waves of ocean angel
With the quills in heart of water
Ways of earth are ways of sorrow
Ways of God are ways to laughter
Categories:
fays, adventure, allegory, angel, dedication,
Form: Ode
O soul of Earth, on woodland flute
Sing song of lakes of Eden Green
O sing in boats in far off sea
O sing with cuckoos in the green
O sing with heart with lark and wren
Of woodland rides in beechen green
In lang of flute and harp and wind
These songs of soul talk more than words
It lingers when all voices die
It lingers when we see no birds
It travels on the wings unseen
From forlorn times to present days
It singth in moonlit nights on shores
With starry lamps and thousand fays
Categories:
fays, adventure, angel, beach, beautiful,
Form: Ballad
O candles lit my temples all
My gloomy gloomy darkish ways
In beechen green I can not see
The starry blooms, The heaven's fays
O Thou votary of the lakes
Votary of the clouds that float
They row with robins in thy wake
The autumn leafy reddish boat
Categories:
fays, age, art, autumn, creation,
Form: Rhyme
Soul of love and soul of peace
Somewhere on heavens interwine
With grief, on earth their lips were freeze
In heart of sky they breathe and shine
They gaze on thy scars? They may be!
They smile but not for thee and me
On Earth love falls on thorns and bleeds
And dove of Peace in blood doth float
O mournful eyes which icy weeds?
Which tears of blood are in thy boat?
O souls of love and peace for Thine !
I vow to give these breathes of mine
My mortal friends wherest thou go?
Thou needles of the clock of life?
O harken! Harken ! Come and row
My sinking sinking Arc of life!
In thousand rhymes in thousand ways
I called and called these souls of thine
O come from yonder sky with fays!
My heart will breath with breathes of Thine
Love sang on harp, on palm peace perched
The tunes of both there intertwined
In awe and magic I them searched
All anthems float on gusts of wind
On heavens urn, love painted hue
In morning they will come with dew
This mortal world is made for us
But not for it are me and you
Categories:
fays, deep, life, love, muse,
Form: Rhyme
A long, long time ago in the land of Fays,
lived a forest nymph of beguiling beauty.
Laila, the queen of the trees, an angel of joy,
whose mere presence brought spirits to life.
She was beloved by all the creatures of the
woods. Her voice gave magic to sunlight.
The wind from her step brought flowers to
bloom.
One day, while Laila was dancing through
the scented grasses of the glade,
a fanciful dragonfly, on his dutiful rounds,
became enchanted by Laila's song.
Being drawn by the scent of her happiness
and after circling dizzily around her head,
he lit right on the tip of her nose and
immediately started to jig.
The sight of such glee so delighted Laila
that she broke into uncontrollable laughter.
As soon as it was heard it shattered into
thousands of tiny moonbeams and from
that, my little ones, Fairies were born.
A Fairy Tale For Children Contest
Sponsored By Eve Roper
02/16/2017
Categories:
fays, fairy, children, joy,
Form: Narrative
" I'll show you "
Right from the start
Empyreal fays held me taut .
Like if I was catastrophic
to them and the firmament .
My lonely thoughts were veiling ours apart .
There were those murals of the gilded
that one worship .
It was like am embraced .
But you didn't care .
And I knew they've awaited you
but yu've forgotten the ways to my silk .
The route of mist that you ever followed .
Am going to be in there .
Feeling those omens ,
I solitary weep .
In to their venom or ,
To the life so eternal and where ,
There are heals to my wounds .
I lost your hope.
And all made to them
But this one feels good ,
For vengeance.
That,
I'll show you.
S•R•
@thatoneshe_
Categories:
fays, death, faith, fear, imagery,
Form: Imagism
I want to have a tree-high nest
Where silence does not cease,
And leave the rest
At peace.
While there, I’ll dream of birds and fays
Without the care of time,
And live my days
In rhyme.
The summer’s heat will roll a-swing
To visit my abode
And gently sing
Her ode.
The winter cold shall never touch
My heart while I am there,
At ease in such
A lair.
The ages of the world shall pass
Like shadows in a dream
Whose colored glass
Will gleam.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Categories:
fays, allegory, peace, solitude, time,
Form: Rhyme
PAPERBACKS AND COKE
Two partners in crime, my love affairs…
Bookmarked pages dumped on my soft bed
An urge to roam among fays and lords,
With visions of despair or triumph
Knowing insomnia is the nemesis;
While Advil cannot comfort night’s plea
A hubris …firing my imagination.
While leafing through chapters, I find relief
From another quirk; an ally so sweet…
Oh,cold fixes of Coke Zero quench
This need to satisfy all day’s thirst,
Eluding water therapy…how bland
How tasteless when hero and villain
Begin a venture of mighty feat;
Jittery, hand reaches for the next soda
As my brain excrete adrenaline…
With paperbacks and Coke at 3 am,
I conquer twilight’s watch, quite drained!
But life is short, my love affairs agree;
Did I include the M&M’s cravings?
For rob carmack, A Vice You Love
11/21/2015
Categories:
fays, fun, sin,
Form: Light Verse
The mask has been dropped,
The black tar has faded away,
The red muddy potatoes have been cleaned.
The land has turned green,
The dead body has been washed away,
The ghosts of river Victoria have brought their fays,
The racism,
The therapy,
Are all over under way,
Hey! Hey! Hey!
The sky became blue again,
The migrant sparrow came back to the motherland,
The Steve Biko's spirit shaded the crowd,
Ahmed Savana' called like mad,
The Amanda,..
The little orphans found adopting parents,
The widow, the widower, the homeless came to dine,
Life is fine,
Life is all now joy,
Under the ANC boy,
The black...is back,
Mandela is here,
After a decade, after a Bogota,
After a tyranny, and after a Declerck!..
Categories:
fays, abuse, africa, forgiveness, power,
Form: Free verse
When the northern star opens her gauzed veil
On clouds’ ladder, winged pixies arise
Where magic glides like a lucent trail,
A parade I watch with angelic sighs.
Glossy dust bounces on cosmic array
To kindle thrills from a fancy dreamland
As elves gather a rhapsodic play
With choirs stylized by mystical wands.
Jiggling lithe toes beyond stellar frames,
More fays croon in my secret heaven
Till youthful imaginings proclaim;
I become Nyx of this orbit’s glen!
Nyx--Goddess of Night
Mystic Rose's Fantasy Contest
6/27/2015
Categories:
fays, dream, star,
Form: Quatrain
Many brazen men have
failed to win her sanctity;
shouting foolish taunts
to vex The Fays of Chastity.
How eager they are
to gnash and gnaw
the bones of
The Strange-Very Strange,
and how willing they are to wager
away precious wit and whim
to win a prophetic poet bride
for the musing of Taliesin.
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Categories:
fays, fantasy,
Form: Free verse