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~Another Fairyland Story - An Unexpected Visitor- Part 1
(Short Story or Narrative poem)
It was very early in the morning when I was just having
What I thought was a very good time relaxing all by myself
And remembering all the wonderful times that now have gone by
Since another year had come and left again here in Fairyland.
It has been all to tell the truth not all that great all the time
Since there has been quite some days that I wish rather not
Remember now especially today when all seem to be so sad.
I was about to embark in another one of my exciting journey
When all of sudden I heard what sounded like my front door
Opening and right there behold came bouncing in with a big grin
My very good friend and roommate the Mouse, who just been
Himself as usual said his usual greeting with a very warm hello
And a happy wave of his hand in my direction as he spotted me
Sitting at the table and having my usual hot and nice cup of tea.
This afternoon I was having a very delicious blend of mint tea
With other few spices thrown in the mix to accentuate its favor.
I wavered my hand at him and smiling I said hello to him too and
Asked him to stepped in the dining room and invite him to have
A nice cup too and he told me grinning that he would be more
Than content and very happy to do it since he was in need of
Having my very good company and having a good conversation
With me and update me in some recent happenings in Fairyland.
So he came around and just sat in his usual chair, then served
Himself a very nice warm cup of mint tea too. Then he turned
To face me and started to share with me many things that have
Been Happening in Fairyland for the last 24 hours or so and I was
More than happy to hear what he was sharing with me when all
Of Suddenly I heard what sounded like a very tiny fainting little
Childs voice coming somewhere from where he sat and asked
Him if he's heard it too and then just smiling at me he dipped in
Deep into one of his shirt pockets and gently brought out ...
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
January.16.2016
~ Authors Notes:
To be continued in the second part by the title...An Unexpected Visitor Part 2. :))
Written By: D. Collins 3/1/2016.
A woman's touch should accentuate a man.
Allowing him to rightfully wear the pants.
Her touch should boost every bit of confidence.
Let him take the lead, as should, all good men.
That's not quite the society we live in today.
There's so much competition on who has the say.
A woman's touch should compliment a man.
Piggy-back his decisions like no other can.
Its how relationships last, and marriages thrive for years.
Strengthening the bond that gives stability to kids.
Before moving forward in obtaining God's love.
We must re-introduce ourselves to a woman's touch.
Our boss quite often creeps in, looking for our good.
She knows we are probably doing the best that we could.
She leaves us love notes that accentuate the positive things she sees.
Whale Done is at the top of the paper, she writes up in threes.
One copy for us, one for our relatives, and one for her.
Her notes are exciting and educational, that is for sure.
The Whale Done at the top has a photo of a little whale too.
There is nothing positive for us that she will not do.
There is a teeny tiny box at the bottom that says what do you think
You want to work on, that you feel you could improve, put more in the pink?
Next to the box are three lines for us to write a goal, or a step-by-step plan.
Whale Done at the top grins at us as we take the paper into our hand.
Alliteration adorns muses
Artistic aesthetics appealing,
Repetitions reasonable form rhythm
Voices of the verses accentuate.
Children literature adores
Its cadence and charm.
Paper holding his passion
In patience and poise,
To portray Pen's ponderings
Yearning to sense
Her soulful sprinkles,
As she travels through
Recurrence of patterns
Carved by consonants.
Beauty of poem enriches when
Bedecked with alliteration.
Sweet sounds evoke
Flow of music
In reader's mind when
Repeated in harmony.
Children love the fun
To read it aloud,
And it makes easy
To reckon and remember.
Date: 01/30/2021
Never rub salt into the gash,
Making not bad things even worse;
Say sweet inspiring lines instead
That are found in the poet's verse.
Never let difficult status
Turn into harder condition;
Nor allow the painful feeling
To become damaged emotion.
Do not ever accentuate
The negative circumstances;
Neither aggravate the problem,
Nor intensify the cases.
Let not the upset mind and heart
Get more frustrated and angry;
Allow them not to bring the love
To oblivion of harmony.
Never add harm to injury,
Never hurt the wound, cut, or slash;
Never neglect the shattered soul,
Never rub salt into the gash.
The Carnivore Within...
Meaty morsels besiege
this vegetarian advocate
yet, the atavistic Jainist within me decries,
egg hen hies his, and lamb hence
carnivorous ache that won't abate
case in point being on the horns
hoof ah dill ham ma, neither willing,
nor ready to abdicate
nagging, succumbing, and writhing,
asper Pavlov's dog salivation,
Ike hen not obliterate
every now and again curr raven
hunger for game, though aye abominate
hone beak able unethical abuse
delivered sans electric ham not prod,
nor pleased, when yours truly doe eth abrogate
his staunch conviction against
merciless maltreatment of animals
which doth exhaust and accelerate
environmental degradation, and realized
moo mints agoo, a temptation did accentuate
bull dozing tenuous die hard longing,
how quickly temptation,
recidivism, and predilection to accommodate,
and appease feeling mouth watering za eel
for ma ham mulls hamstrung taste, I did acclimate
and acquire ineradicable taste primal beastie boys
relished after the hunt squatting by flick ring fire
with other village people
tearing killed deer - if accurate,
nonetheless a grievance
(akin to heresy) as a traitor
Joe against fundamental aversion to reactivate
cow hard lee self betrayal caving against tenets
regarding aversion to the very business
of slaughter (houses), and I eve hen advocate
against gluten free NON GMO free ranging
creatures, who can experience pain
and suffering, some display affectionate
behaviour, plus without doubt agitate
without success to savor natural longevity,
perhaps becoming family pet,
whose tender loving (vittle) care will not alienate
said domesticated innocent
porpoise full chums
hoof found a caring home, articulate
ting compassion, tha hare fore,
a conscientious baldpate
or hirsute organic caretaker,
would neigh ver deer stirrup the roost
ruffle any tail feathers, only celebrate
affection, and mane lee horse around!
Henri Matisse's Studio
Scattered about like fish in a pond
are paintings and objects in a secluded room
in a sea of red, shouting out loud,
“Connoisseurs please enter, others not welcome.”
The pink studio expresses acceptance
of chic bourgeois realism, reinforcing boredom
with sunlight streaming through the window
and a welcome mat lying on the linoleum.
The colour-contrast room interiors
accentuate artworks during creative years
of avant-garde innovations
that have captured an audience’s attention.
One version is neat and tidy, and the other chaotic,
peering into one and looking out from the other,
revealing Matisse’s mind in motion
from realism and post-impressionism to Fauvism.
I -Ninety Five was the catalyst,
all of it’s traffic so prominent.
That golden opportunity wished,
I-Ten is a brand new environment.
Harmony always seems to elude me
in a sea of loud noise and clutter.
Still a part of me’s linked to the city,
I was built on lime bread and butter.
Rudimentary train maps I dismissed,
I’m familiar with this urban pavement.
However there are things on my list
that I must have to truly feel content.
Palm trees accentuate the sea
and divulge coastal life with a stutter.
It’s a different life in the country,
but with change I don’t fall, I flutter.
Fond of stability with a bubbly twist,
I hold dear places with time spent.
Bouncing around longing to coexist
I’m a catcrobat, one hundred percent.
Remember going bowling
And the scoresheets that we used?
If there were lots of strikes and spares,
The scorer got confused.
We’d boldly mark those X’s
And accentuate each slash;
But that was long ago –
Those years have vanished in a flash.
The modern bowling alley
Has no paper for your score.
Computers keep the tally;
No one figures anymore.
Each knocked-down pin is noted
On the huge bright lit-up screen.
Automatic calculations
Let your total score be seen.
Every strike or spare’s acknowledged
With a pulsing slash or X.
Eyes all swivel to the graphics
Just to witness these effects.
Keeping score today is easy.
That much I can understand;
But a part of me still misses
When we did it all by hand.
Spoiler Forewarning Alert!
This averred title announced straight
away so lingering fans
(hoop fully letting me abbreviate)
a short cut so ye
can up and evacuate,
while metered time,
not yet foregone and not to late
hence best heed mine caution
which can protect minimum damage,
asper gray matter within pate
or blithely ignore
admonishment, aye accentuate
hmm...okay,...you apparently
decided to forsake adequate
prophecy, resigning despite
honest to dog admission to punctuate
a most unpleasant prediction,
I did woof lee aerate
worst case scenario,
leaving disabling genetic trait
to effect generations,
where legions of lesions adulterate
causing future offspring to mutate
and closely resemble
teenage mutant turtles, this potentate
(albeit self declared
only mein kampf, thee only life,
his existence he can arrogate
he doth officiate),
hence proceed at your own risk,
to avoid unpleasant fate,
visited upon unborn sons and daughters
uttering imprecations
unintelligible expletive laced spate,
that would approximate
(a cross between duck and pig)
incoherently gutturally excoriate
ting tee, thus don't tell me, I didn't
forewarn ya, whar
yar heart might palpitate,
thus causing da ole
ticker to fluctuate
dem eyes of yaws
could severely dilate,
while sweat gushes out every pore
streaming like liquid useless tube video,
a salty sea would then perspirate
out every last drop of fluid,
erupting magmatic plasma
to pool agglomerate
right under keister,
a lovely bag of bones
delivered to Norristown State
which inability to hydrate,
hence resultant mummification
heroic measures futile
thus humane decision would necessitate
and remaining days
on Earth numbered
starting with zero, not very great,
now this extinct reptile
hoop heed dead gratefully,
express message, and clearly articulate.