Long Faery Poems
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Ravens chew on twigs while deep in thought,
Larks have three dots on their tongue,
Badgers are the keepers of the sacred stories,
Blackbird is the bird of both the gateway and forge.
Cernunnos is lord of the Underworld and wild animals,
Follow the white hind into the mystical forest.
As Tuan had lived as a stag, an eagle, and salmon,
Where the Tuatha de Danaan were the faery gods,
Living on Emerald Isle as the Sidhe, (shee)
Twenty trees are the number of the secreted Ogham,
And the wrens nest is the Druid's nest.
We priests must walk in both worlds,
In the world of form, and of force.
Awen to all... /|\
Snow prevails in the realms of Otherworlds,
And moonlit mortals imagine light flight.
Bright pink faery orbs float and dance upward,
Spirals in song producing bright delights.
At times, thought considers the other side.
Dreaming in the moment bestows lessons.
A flame amplifies the insightful mind,
And we learn to breathe in our own heavens.
The depth of the forest brings us fresh breath
While we try to fly the stellar Cosmos,
Doing all that we can to keep our health
While sparkling moonlight plays its song and glows.
Venerable Oaks and Hazels reach high,
Grounded on Earth, yet, bound to Raven's eye!
“Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.”
John Keats Ode to a Nightingale
“Strange to find a sea captain quoting Keats.”
The Ghost and Mrs. Muir
She knows nothing
about the sea,
the sails or thee,
your perilous tongue
swimming with the sharks.
The captain dies
by suicide -
nay.
stupidity -
aye.
She’s protected,
captured
by his salty speech.
Oft the wind
carries
its scent of aftershave -
nay, again,
for the bearded captain
scowls,
transcends
with this blasted widow
scores
a poetic love.
11/19/2019
I am often amazed by the similarities and differences between angels and faeries.
Thus, I pose the thought that the two might be related.
They both have roots in ancient, European storytelling.
I often imagined some faeries lurking in the greenery and around trees.
Such visions gave me tons of smiles when I felt down,
But others imagined how and why my imagination carried me
Away and around the bend, all over the town
In my head, up its own digital hillsides.
I often imagined some faeries lurking in the greenery and around the tree.
So nice it was to stretch out with fantasies on a tablecloth upon the ground
In my pastoral world with the sun coming down at the end of the day
Such visions gave me tons of smiles when I felt down.
Intellectuals challenge the fantasies of dreamers who live in such a way
Because angels and faeries seem but children of the imagination
In my pastoral world with the sun coming down at the end of the day
Faeries certainly represent incantation in green, blue, and red
Angels represent the holy life in white, full of light
Because angels and faeries seem but children of the imagination
They were juxtaposed in Piemonte the other day, the angels of the church
With the faeries of the shopping mall, like sweet sisters of the extraterrestrial world, the colorful ones on earth, and the golden-white ones in the heavens.
In my mind, the two danced to great heights
As they were like sisters, arm in arm, playing games with my mind
Angels represented the holy life in white, full of light, whilst faeries
Represented playfulness, peculiar preliminary writing prompts of prime importance.
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Nocturnal lanterns lit in the backdrop of one beautiful night
even the moon with her quandary essence of infantile light
cannot compare to the quick silver memory of her poetic sea;
As she quietly endorses each faery star she is bathed in afterglow
and is lead down a path of cranberry leaves and burgundy dreams
Planetary celestial magic mingled with elements of humble earth
songing the seeds of her passage, a silent appearance, rebirth...
The artists hands etched inside the dreamers bliss
aside the evening an ascend of melodies arrive
far beyond reality, far beyond earths artistry
the incandescent realm of magic is here , verily as one.
Breathes in the forest, sweet and deep,
Walking upon the soil, climbing steep
Grounding itself where the trees roam
Amongst the roots that grow in the Grove.
Groves light candles under starry night skies,
He's burning luscious lanterns
Feeling the yellow warmth of firelight
A pumpkin that magically delights
In sending faery blessings.
Leprechauns dance in his joyful mind.
Angelic wings delight in faery flight,
Whilst Scottish fae commence to dance.
This Halloween Pumpkin named Druid guides
Onlookers on the magical path,
Urging them to dream Silver Pixie dreams
That soak in golden gleam.
Forevermore in greenery and dew,
May you be blessed with soft starlight,
With happy and lighthearted folk so bright
In moonlight shining positively tonight!
May your art be inspired by Halloween!
May your Ogham convey dreams acquired
From ancestral memories
As Samhain opens the veil, reveries!
With candles burning and flames whirling,
My beloved Pumpkin is yearning, returning the love!
Imagine me the sun imagine me the moon
lets not pretend but rather
BELIEVE
that the sun and the moon are me
Imagine me a butterfly of purple hues
unreal ? ... no never think it so my dear
BELIEVE
and I shall be everything you want me to
Imagine that I was the Faery of Avalon
and you were the King of Oberon
BELIEVE
that legends are as real as magic fiddles
and they shall be...
Imagine me as vivid as your mind's eye
dream me up love and never doubt,
BELIEVE
that I am here with you and I will be
BELIEVE BELIEVE BELIEVE
I ride my winged horse beneath the moon,
With faery fiddles and spirited tunes.
My cowgirl heart and fancy flame,
Wild with glee, they're one and the same.
Sing with winds, play in trees,
Whisper Ogham across the breeze.
Clouds above and oceans below,
Guide this faery wherever she goes.
I see the western sun arise
With faery wings in morning skies.
Crossing the forests, flowing orbs,
Dreamy trails where emotions are absorbed.
Sing windswept, climb the trees,
Whisper Ogham in the breeze.
Clouds above and oceans below,
Guide this faery wherever she goes.
The Oak Grove is my range, dark and old,
With owls and horses bold,
Cowboy blues and faery songs
Will keep the prarie rolling on.
Golden treasure found in the dawn
Faeries in ocean waves carry on.
Golden sparkles and diamonds plead
For riches, that freedom to be me.
Sing with rainbows and climb the trees.
Whisper Ogham in the breeze.
Clouds above and oceans below
Guide faeries wherever they go.
My cowgirl heart is a free faery
In a magic lifestyle meant for me!
Behind a chair
Below a desk
with my bare feet on a wall, in my flannel pajama or a wet swimming suit,
With my hands on my peanut butter and jelly toast,
marmalade, not cherry or anything else
Next to an ocean, ignoring the smell,
Lying in a hammock or in the grass, even on a sandy gritty beach towel.
Listening to children’s giggles, being dripped on
by wet swimming suits running past
I can devour a pile of books.
History, science, animal facts, jokes, limericks, Dr. Seuss, Shel Silverstein, Coleridge, Poe.
When one grabs me and throttles me to pay attention I am lost….
I am no longer a mere mortal.
I am in a microscope, under a kitchen floorboard, in a tulip’s leaf,
I am a faery, a T-rex, a Stormtrooper, a police detective.
In a treehouse,
High above my neighbors, not hearing them at all,
Yet subconsciously hearing everything,
I learned to be a book worm, reading Agatha Christie first….
Written 3-08-19
Contest: The Bookworm Poetry Contest Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Sing, Pink Faeries; sing to the Yellows!
Faery voices rise like bellows.
Dancing 'round their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth!
Cowgirls grin, and horses smile.
They've been in books on shelves for awhile,
One cowgirl with a Western Sunrise in hand,
As cactuses bloom across the land.
Sing, Pink Faeries; sing to the Yellows!
Faery voices rise like bellows.
Dancing 'round their their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth!
Daisies shine in widespread air,
Cats meow with songs so fair.
Songs of Faery pinks for us to be renewed,
Banning shadows, banishing the blues.
Circles, squares, and ovals play,
While Cosmos shines night and day.
Cactuses crown such dreamy love,
So be it---rejoicing from above.
Sing Yellow Faeries; sing to the Pinks!
Faery voices rise with winks!
Dancing 'round their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth