Long Elf Poems
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I'm just an Elf, am I the only one
Living in the forest, by the river ,in the sun
Stomping and a romping tryn to have a little fun
But am I the only one, left to dance here in the sun
Oh wait here they all come
The mushrooms are ripe,on this wild and Elfish night
The Hobbits are setting the mood
The Unicorns dancing, the Centaurs are prancing
Theres magic alive in the wood, yes our magics alive in the wood
I am Elf and Elf I am,whisper when you speak, never holler at the Meek
Beware of the magic in the meadows, and the whispers in the wind
And when you happen on the Unicorn,your search for solace will finally end
Form:
A lone wolf, Karlow listened to the jagged parts of herself
That made her a scamp, a scallywag, a jammed up wood elf.
She had been on her own in the mystical forest for days.
She heard the whispers of the owlets, their wisdom a praise.
She had renamed herself Karlow, to fool the hunters chasing her
Vowing to never return to the evil king from Kingdom of Murr.
She was a shape-shifter. She transmogrified during yesterday’s hunt.
She changed into an elf, right in front of them, naked, to be rather blunt.
Karlow was tired of the harem; it smelled of perfume and lotion.
She had stayed hidden, not wanting to be summoned at a king’s notion.
She wanted to learn multiplication, geometry, algebra, and vocabulary.
She had her sights on running an orphanage, fudge factory and dairy.
Night-greeter, a virile young male elf found her to be delightful.
She did not want to talk; he recognized this, for he was insightful.
So he gave her some space, but he watched her carefully from afar.
For he had never seen a beautiful elf before who arrived on a star.
A swift, surreal ethereal streak in the form of an angelic unicorn
The woodland miniatures were compelled to glance at woodland sky
Was that a unicorn? A wizened older elf asked.
Brownies and pixies were immediately in discussion.
Pixies were more hopeful, but backed down quickly.
Elementals sighed, thinking they had missed him this year.
Luckily, optimistic twinkle faeries were on their way.
Their empathetic queen had received a dream prophecy.
This was the night and the forest where he would appear.
The twinkle faeries began to sing their upbeat joyous anthem
Eager anticipation flooded back into the woods.
The brownies and pixies danced to the elven music.
At midnight the rainbow cellophane unicorn appeared.
She gave them the assurance they had been seeking.
All would right itself in the world and life could happily resume.
My beautiful ginger haired goddess faerie
Thick curls down her back, floating against her
Dainty cellophane dragonfly faerie wings.
Translucent, alabaster skin rarely seen even in a glimpse.
My delicate ginger haired goddess faerie
Enjoying woodland's most endearing sunrise.
He is awed by her beautiful, enticing loveliness.
Unconcerned, she massages her dainty faerie toes.
My selfless ginger haired goddess faerie.
Took a silent dip among the lily pads this morning.
Not wanting to bother forest creatures in repose.
My gorgeous, sincere, beautiful ginger haired goddess faerie.
I watch from the shadows in awe,
Careful to not alert or frighten her.
Godmother fashioned the most gorgeous crown for Amaryllis’ head.
Bronze, blush, butterscotch, eggshell, mango with hints of red.
Her friend said, “blush, mauve, opal, peach, sand, and seashell.”
Amaryllis Elf noted then that these colors were represented as well.
She had never noticed the plethora of colors amaryllis could hold.
Although the fruity exotic fragrance of this plant could never get old.
Amaryllis dove into the flowers and giggled with her favorite elf king.
The next day the violets, cone flowers and lilies gave out a big sing.
And Amaryllis ended up wearing a new diamond ring.
I am an elf all alone in the dark
And I need to go home, for I fear,
Christmas might prove to be stark
Imagine no presents this year.
For I have the list that Santa will need
If dreams are not to be broken,
And so, I must sing and to you I must plead
Lest this night might forever be spoken.
Please help me, please help me, wherever you be
Help me get back, please I pray.
Please help me tonight then maybe I’ll be
Back home without further delay.
For I am so lost and yearning for home
To see Rudolf, Prancer and Dancer.
Through these snowy streets I continue to roam
Until somehow, I might find the answer.
They left me alone, all out in the cold
Thinking surely, I’d mounted the sleigh.
I’m hoping tonight that events will unfold,
Maybe Santa is passing this way.
Please help me, please help me, wherever you be
Help me get back, please I pray.
Please help me tonight then maybe I’ll be
Back home without further delay.
I need a Samaritan on this Christmas Eve
A pure soul who is wholesome and good.
Someone who in Santa they truly believe
That my quest won’t be misunderstood.
Please think on your children asleep in their bed
Sworn allegiance to Santa this day.
If presents are missing I fear and dread
Their belief in Santa will stray.
Please help me, please help me, a plea from the heart
Please help me accomplish my goal.
Please help me, you kindred folk, help me depart
To join Santa today at the Pole!
The Singing Elf Poetry Contest
17th December 2019
Sponsor - Matt Caliri
Picture # 4
Santa had a tiny elf
His feet were growing large
And everywhere Santa went
The elf's big feet would sparge
Santa spent so much time
Making the elf new shoes
Because it was late spring
Snow melt did ooze and ooze
Everyone knew when he was near
Because his feet smelled like cheese
Old, old stinky parmesan
Others would tease and tease
Santa needed a solution
To this big problem, so
He asked all the boys and girls
To send him answer though
He received so many letters
With answers quite clever
From soaking his feet in tea
To changing the weather
Santa was busy answering
All those long dear letters
He could not make any new toys
His mind was tied in terrors
Mrs. Claus came up with a solution
So, they could get back on track
Now everyone is happy
And filling Santa's sack
I know you want to know the secret
That helped those stinky feet
She took tiny elf to the doctor
Who prescribed some meds sweet
Anti-fungal tablets to take
Powder like downy sheets
Lots of soap and water to clean
Clean socks, oh! a great treat
I had barely escaped the cat’s enormous paws
When I found myself in fairyville Santa Claus
What is this place I ventured to ask?
The answer was a surprising gasp.
Are you new? The red robin queried with dismay.
Apparently I was to be someone else that day.
I am a sugar plum elf, newly-re-assigned, I said.
So he took me to a dorm where I went to bed.
Whirling dream faeries kept me up all night
Laughing and tittering, left and right.
I put the pillow all over myself,
Now sorry I was a sugar plum elf.
Real Santa Claus never came to this part of town.
But his wife Lou did, when she was not feeling down.
They showed me how to make fabulous wooden toys,
For the giant girls, and the really giant boys.
I stayed hidden as I ran between Santa’s workshops,
Not wanting to be captured by anything that hops.
The cat is stealthily, you will be eaten, they said.
But if that was true, I would already be dead.
Man I should have learned astrology the reading of the universe, stars, moon dew on the ground
Now I’m lost and my cell phone won’t give me no signal
I just an elf
And I’m just a wondering/wandering down these snow covered streets
Not having a clue where’s is the directions North, South, West or East
Not if the horizon line is in the middle
And I wind up in the same little city
What town is town, where’s my map where is East and where is West
I’m so just depressed, all that’s left I guess is to chuckle and giggle and sing this little ditty
While I’m lost and feeling so silly
I sing...
O, I fell out the back of the shed, I’ve lost my way
I’m lost and cold
I want to go home
Where’s the boss, Santa’s not lost
He’s flying somewhere in the atmosphere
I’m lost and cold
I want to go home
My ride is gone, I’m all alone
My cell phone signal, no longer comin
What’s with google maps
Guess I just keep walking these laps O
I’m lost and cold
I want to go home
Where’s the boss, Santa’s not lost
He’s flying somewhere in the atmosphere
I’m lost and cold
I want to go home
I fell off the back of Santa’s sleigh
I didn’t wanna come out in the cold anyway”
This kind citizen comes and warms me
With a hot cup of hot-tea
Puts me in his wagon and takes me to his home
Walks He eventually helps you locate Santa
over to the land-line dials the phone
The kind man says what the matter
He eventually helps me locate Santa.
12/27/19
For The Singing Elf Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri |
Joyful red, yellow, pink, orange, green, purple, silver and blue.
I am looking at the drops and dollops of beautiful paint, pretty too.
On my hands, lots of places, especially at the tip.
I am a messy painter, and I love the flounces and the flip.
I sometimes forget how much it sooths me, that is when I get sad.
I sometimes sit in a chair, playing word games for six hours.
That is when I get morose, and angry, and mean and mad.
I sometimes forget I am an outsider. I forget my flowers.
Word play is terrific, for it takes me into new worlds,
But painting. Ah! That is where I truly find my little girl self.
The one who almost never painted, because I do not know why.
Maybe it was easier then to keep my elf soul on a shelf.
Maybe it was not okay yet to be me. I know I was sad.
Because I had not found painting or poetry, but now I am glad.
Staring at my colors, painting from August to September.
Feeling in touch with my soul self, exuberant when I remember…
I am a painter
A poet
A cartoonist
A creator
A gardener
And it is more than okay.