The unicorn eggs had been hidden many fortnights ago,
The last to remember them was a Prophetess named Woe.
She had written down the secret sign to open the safe of gold
But it had blown under the throne room floor and now lay cold.
Because it was their tradition, armed guards continued to stand guard.
No idea they were guarding priceless unicorn eggs loaned by a bard.
A magical castle this had once been, with glorious tapestries and such.
War of the Giant Blasters had torn it apart; now it was not much.
Troupe of faeries were hired. They had given king the smallest bid.
On a mission of hope and faith, for they knew what Wow did.
When they chopped up the floor, they tunneled into the unopened safe.
Squirreled magic unicorn eggs to fairy land for their Princess Grace.
Guards continue to guard the gold safe daily, thinking it holds riches.
It truly is practically empty but sh! None of us want to be snitches.
One day someone will give you some released unicorn eggs.
Then there will be rainbow unicorns prancing about under your legs!
Groggy in the morning but she’s my sunrise
My eyes open to your sun, your shine
Angel under the sun she’s all mine
I hope you feel how I feel about you, because I love you more
Wish I could experience the first sunrise over and over
My love, picture perfect even when you don’t feel perfect
Looking more beautiful than the sunrise reflected over the water next to the
sand
I keep a photo album in my mind of all my favorite memories of you
Every time I fade back to this recollection, the album plays soft melodies in
the background as the photos open slowly like the sunrise
Wake up memories I wish to hold you once more, feel you again, be present in this post again, it’s like I’m opening the present all over again
Celebrating so much not even the tears could not rain on this parade
As I parade from kiss, to hug, holding hands, enjoying the warmth of your company with no agenda
Sunset in your eyes but please don’t close your eyes
I’m not ready for the starry night
Let’s just live in this sunrise a few more fortnights
p.s. my eyes open slowly like the sun coming up to be in your sky…
Ah! Drop your prejudice and hear
I lost my love, fortnights ago
My weeping tears dried-up
Searching for my last name.
With solo flashlight wandering
Among scattered droplets of war.
First Place in HEXASTICH IT Poetry Contest sponsored by nette onclaud
Military service (compulsory)
Stationed at a camp
The discipline, not too tough unless you had never done up your bed.
They gave us some old German rifle not
Shooting anyone, but for training.
I liked to go guard duty patrolling the perimeter
There I could sit behind a big stone and smoke
The worst thing that happened to me in the
Military service, sitting behind a rock I had
Forgotten my matches and had to cut me
Patrolling short.
From time to time I stayed out too long and it
Ended in a fortnights jail, this suited me to find
Books to read and my room.
The rest of my military service was a waste of time.
(This moment ...of today’s new found moon)
I am cradling the moment
as I would cradle you ….if only you would let me
I have cupped it in my palm….in a small boat of white
…blue sails full of the warm summer winds that crest over my thumbs
Two yellow earth moons rise …one and two over
the western waves of my pointers and pinkies
They flirt and romance you in the moment ....with dabbling night lights
They curl around the earth
…just like you and I
always swirling around each other
twined vines…circling …rising
growing strong in our gravities force
but denied full union by the pulls of any other source
our ever ...up rooted love
our twine...our vines …cut back as if by morning light
only to grow again in 52 fortnights
Come to me in moon dreams…my love
Let me cradle you
...this moment is kind and the night is blind to refusals
and our love is always rising upon the ever edge of the glass ceiling of reality
Return to me …with the incoming tides
made higher still by today's two moons
and this our gravity..... eternal
Tonight I died Cold and lonely,
Caught between regret and peace.
Life hereafter for me will cease,
but not from existence;
Rather from cruel intentions,
inflected pain from a host of honorable mentions.
journeys of ascensions and descents into madness;
Surely they are my birth right.
For Fortnights I have contemplated,
Indecisive with the notion;
Poisoned by dreams and haunted by quotation.
The part of me that has passed shall no longer be mourned;
Goodbye dear self, hello dear scorned.
And where the friends
Who look me squarely in the eye
Those fangled with new recessions
And past regressions
Do they recall like I
Do they insist on knowing more
To remember less
To wither from former glory
An aside to which
They subconsciously yearn from
Do they value what I
With its sordid aspirations
And intractable dedication
To lift up the ruins
For savory toasts and roasts
For shaking the vessels of memory
Too often coagulated and tarnished
By formidable scar tissue
To face the game in progress
Where art thou
Those providing hints and pieces
To my aggregate
The life infected goes on
Yet never knowing how the incubator
And its pesky conclusion came to rest
No matter
We shall see and sing again, friends
For you are what made my day
Which keeps the light burning
Throughout the fortnights
And commence we will to places
Only visible to our hearty sense
Of blurry facts and legends
That exist forever.
(10/27/07)
Can't you hear the call?
how often
does it seem to you
that the wonders fall?
when the stars seem to trickle
spinning
when will the conflagoration win?
the wind,
why does it pine for a future so saturnine?
or yet that it calls me to a place where the wonder smells
smells like fresh dew and petal falls? her kiss is like the briars of roses, caging my heart with every step I take.
Oh God! Must I wait? She'll be here soon, oh I can tell, just many a more lonely fortnights, aye, she'll be here soon.
But in the sincerity I've seemed to step away from believing that she'll come, I think, I thought, I asked, Two, then three,
....and now I feel
so
calm
as to be that she'll be
a round the bend waiting
waiting just for me.
But when will she be here?
I can't
can't
wait any
longer.
She won't come, or will she really?
Yet the simple reminder piques,
intrigues,
ensares,
and captivates me.
How could someone I've never met,
catch me in three fold?
once I asked for her,
twice I questioned her,
Three times I tried for her,
Now time will
ask,
Where were you,
when she was right there,
and needed you the most?
as I slipped through your past
without leaving marks or a trace
I can't say the same
there's only me to blame
you crawled in under my skin
I can't shake you free
there must be a reason
that my mind's imprisoned
my fifteen minutes of fame
expired fortnights ago
but yours still stays with me
buried to a deep degree
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.