Fairy godmothers winged dragons and such
Ability to fly, thanks very much
Wizards and warlocks, interrupting my dreams
Mermaids and unicorns dressed in fancy light creams
Brownies and gnomes sneaking in and out of my ferns
Fantasy on full alert, though none of this fiction earns
Gargoyles rolling their eyes and spitting at me from above.
Cheshire cats, and sneaky dogs, are a few things I love.
maple leaf wistfully wished herself one with the window
for she felt a kinship to the pumpkin-colored candle
her faerie godmother, the wind, came by and noted this
giving her what she wanted; floating her to her desired destination
it’s what faerie godmothers do, right?
No one knew where Faerie Godmother lived, but we had our suspicions.
About a lady down the road whose taffeta skirts were always squish’n.
Pearls and whistles are on her clothes and she saunters when she moves.
There was a special essence about her, she was in a faerie kind of grove.
If you saw the house, you might also peg her as a likely suspect.
Her house was done up in doily and swirls, never circumspect.
There was an ambiance about it that made you think magic was about.
I try to follow her and see what she is doing when she ventures out.
There are no more magic wands
no magical “godmothers”
to wave them
to inspire the dreamers.
No more “threesomes” of
bears, little pigs, or billy goats.
The Little Red Hen has been replaced
By Gordon Ramsay.
Pinocchio denied his dream
of being a real boy.
“The Little Engine That Could”
Is being told that
“it shouldn’t have”.
Atlas has been told
to stop shrugging.
Dick and Jane
have been expelled from school
for running, jumping, laughing
and not having Spot neutered.
“Show and Tell”
has become an expose’
of family dysfunction.
Recess has been banned
as no one should be
faster, quicker, or better
than anyone…..at anything.
Grading systems have become
evaluations of socio-political conformity.
Teachers have become “The Muppets”
manipulated by unseen hands.
And yet……
Children still sword fight with sticks
race each other to see…..who’s the fastest
wrestle, fall down, get bruised….and..
get up again….
TO PLAY.
John G. Lawless
7/12/2021
To the Manor Born
Silver Spoon in mouth
Majestic is not Majesty
Royal courses
Are not Princess horse drawn carridge
With flowing white wedding train's
They are what remain
For the working class
To fawn upon
When all hope is gone
Of Cinderella at the witching hour
With pumpkin running shoes
Covered in rag's for dressing
Reality is depressing
And keeps children guessing
If bed time stories
Parents read
Are to be believed
Or if being deceived
We dare to dream
Of what can happen
When we fall asleep
So so very deep
Fairy Godmothers creep
Underneath our bed sheet's
Tickling our feet
And blowing warm wishes
In fit's we giggle with smile's across face's
Mummy and Daddy sneak into room's in the dark of night
To kiss goodnight
Royal
Majestic
Silver
All kinds of Manor born
In human baby form
Horse drawn
You have been loved
Good night god bless
Sweet dreams
Daddy's Princess
Come Queen
SLEEPING BEAUTY AWAKENS TO FATE
Beauty shrouds its sovereign brilliance under extremes
The oppressive Black Forest of fairy tale dreams
Buried far below the palatial sunrise
Dressed in farmer’s jeans, burrs in golden nest
An orphaned princess plays, regality suppressed
Godmothers ensure her fingers bleed no spindle cries
Rose, cosseted from laughter - the lust, that hopes she dies
Malificent doth yearn to steal her enemy's royal crest
Mine ears hear music
A sultry song of beauty
O steed so strong ~ ride yonder
Magnificent prince!
My heart shudders ~ I’m frightened
Sifting winds doth change my fate
4/20/2017
Laura Loo’s Three Style III Contest
One couplet, One stanza, One sedoka
A-A; A-B-B-A-A-B; 5-7-7-5-7-7
Scarlett thought she was promised permanent security.
Satchels of resilience bound her fragile wrists.
Woodland deities hailed her.
Underworld demons feared her.
The curious townsfolk simply stood in contemplation -
Inviting epee's gleamed in their eyes
as the garden shears, in their hands, smiled.
Scarlett oft pretended she was Joan of Arc.
Threads of meshed titanium webbed her sheltered heart.
Sour Grimm moppets heralded her.
Skeptical fairy godmothers chastised her.
The relentless wheel of innocence spun without interruption.
Persnickety rogues sashayed in dumbed silence -
permitting their sordid counterparts unwelcomed invitations
into a void where reverend satchels are tragically punctured.
Scarlett donned spiked eye patches in her latter years.
Protective velour swatches masking mass and the masses.
Myths and urban legends empathized with her.
Gods and martyrs appropriately buried her.
The dumbfounded spirits circle Scarlett's broken window with raised eyebrows.
Quizzically staring at rotting barrels littered with skeins if shredded satchels -
yards if tainted fibers being hopelessly spun into yet another
dark, forgotten midnight.
Once upon a time
Once upon a dream
Once upon a heartbreak
Once upon a tear,
The world closed down!
Where were all the
Fairy Godmothers?
MOTHERS ARE SPECIAL WOMEN
SO ARE AUNTS, GODMOTHERS, AND GRANDMAS
BECAUSE IT TAKES A VILLAGE TO RAISE A CHILD
AND IT TAKES STRONG WOMEN TO KEEP A CHILD FROM RUNNING WILD
OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS AND FRIENDS ARE VERY SPECIAL TOO
IT IS FAMILY AND FRIENDS WHO HELP MOTHERS AND KIDS WHEN THEY ARE GOING
THROUGH
THE LORD HAS EMPOWERED US AS WOMEN
TO NUTURE, TEACH AND GUIDE
GOD SHOWS US WOMEN TO BE LIKE HIM
SHOWING LOVE AND HAVING OUR ARMS OPEN WIDE
MOTHERS ARE EXTRA SPECIAL
AND SO ARE OTHER WOMEN WHO HAVE A HAND
IN RAISING EACH AND EVERY CHILD
TO BE A GREAT, GOD LOVING, WOMAN OR MAN
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