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MIRROR, MIRROR*
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Wearing a green gown, stood Starr~
a squirrel princess known near and far.
In front of her mirror she did prance
With an ego royal, filled with self-romance
“Mirror, speak of my beauty. Show me some devoir!
The mirror was wise, tried not to speak.
Thought of the princess as ugly antique.
“Your hairstyle is a horrible a mess,
And that old dress is just not noblesse!”
“Have you lost your mind, you glistening freak?!”
“Me thinks I have. What’s come over me?
Of your beauty I unequivocally agree.
I’m just a lowly piece of glass,
Who spoke out of turn, with sass.”
He paused then said, “Princess, you’re the bees knees!”
*Note: The phrase "Mirror, mirror on the wall" originates from the fairy tale "Snow White," where the Evil Queen asks her magic mirror who is the fairest of them all. This line has been popularized in various adaptations, including Disney's animated film.
The gentle petals of a rose, the finest and fairest of all blooms
With no other does it compare, its stems thorns should protect from harm
Its scent lingers on so those that pass blindly cant fail to miss
The princess of English flowers, leaves an imprint on my mind and heart that will
never fade
In contrast, from colder climes, a thistle stands alone
A symbol of a nation, of home, a far cry from perfection, and apart from reality
It stands in solitude, untouchable by its own protection and provides only a
glimpse of charm
The pride of Scotland, for in our hearts we fight and in loneliness it grows
So who would think that side by side two blooms could thrive, together but apart
And who would say that the thistle and the rose were matched, to be as one
The spikes and thorns have, and always will, cause pain for those caught within
their grasp
But always and forever do their souls entwine, the pain endured, worth the
pleasure given.
I found sweet deeps to plunge you in
where oceans cease and vaults begin
the wakes there roil in brumes of mist
and cheeks of sky are blushing, kissed
the face oft’ graced with features, yours
thus featured with what each adores
soft bats each lash o’er polished stars
that melt midst moony eyes … like ours
for beauties borne as thine shine bright
ne’er chanced askance for fancied flight
and should some others draw those gifts
they’re tossed to where the flotsam drifts
lest drowning cold what absence pours
they’d take from light what light abhors
and float there buoyant twixt dark clouds
their vixened visage swirled with shrouds
still - most looking glasses feign that grace
should god-skilled sculptors give such face
for women’s charms are poised and crowned
to swoon their prince where hopes are bound …
with wonders soft …
and warm …
and round.
Stars stud the skies as diamonds might adorn
the hand of a lady with more wealth than a king.
They cling to the heavens with splendor,
more numerous than grains of sand,
holding more beauty than the fairest maid.
On a cold clear night they shine to the world,
a sign that beauty is not lost after all.
Galaxies and worlds beyond our longest reach
Our world gazes out, reaches out,
we all hope for what it is we cannot own.
Look to the heavens and look to the skies;
they hold the key to beauty unimaginable.
On a still night you can see new worlds,
wonder at what lies beyond our sight,
that which we may never see.
Stars stud the skies as diamonds could never.
They cling to the heavens with splendor,
numbering more than all the grains of sand;
holding more beauty than the fairest maid,
more beauty than all the world.
"Death is the beginning of life as life is the beginning of death ..."
Paul H. Yarbrough
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When the Bell will Chime for me
When the bell will chime for me to depart
I shall greet my journey with smiles on my face
With the fairest flame of faith in my heart
With a plea to shower on me His grace
With prayers, vigour to me to impart,
Yearning for the divine shrine to embrace
Imploring the Lord to pilot my flight
To the distant realm that is ever bright.
When the bell will chime for me for last time
Let no tears drip from eyes of close of kin
But their cheeks glow with rays of sunshine,
Let no sadness on their forehead be seen
But their lips effuse words of divine hymns:
Death is not end but source where new life springs--
For some it is freedom from illusion
And search for divine unification.
Security, self-esteem, and basic needs;
Everything on Maslow’s scale I seem to nearly have.
Life is good, but do I have it all?
Fulfillment in all things? What am I still in need of?
A final need exists which requires extra
Creativity! Often those who achieve it are seen as heroic.
Their autonomous personalities are quite distinct!
Unlike ordinary souls, they’ve attained the highest plateau.
As masters of their fate, they do not know the word inertia.
Lincoln is a prime example. How many on this earth ever had his great will?
Integrity defined him, as nearly did agapai.
Zest and gratitude for life were his, and he had no need of glitz.
Among humanity, he was like the fairest of the pearls found in the sea.
To be like him, so talented, so good, so brave, so smart
Is something that I can barely fathom. I
Only can admire and strive to be like him, my hero!
Not many in this world ever can achieve the highest plain.
Written November 10, 2016
A magic mirror told the queen that Snow White was the fairest in the land!
This put Her Majesty in a terrible snit and to the woods she had her banned!
She hired a hit man to have Snow White slain but he'd have none of that!
He let her go and she trudged along a path and came upon this run-down flat.
She rapped upon the door and hearing no answer stealthily crept inside.
Snow White had never seen such clutter - such a mess she could not abide!
She grabbed a broom, mop and pail and began to swab and dust and sweep.
Weary from her labors she climbed the stairs, found a bed and fell asleep!
The unlikely denizens of the little shack worked in the local diamond mine.
'Twas a 'Grimm' looking lot wending their way home through towering pine.
Dopey the younger, Doc the intellectual, Bashful, he with the coy pose,
Drousy Sleepy, crabby Grumpy, pudgy Happy and Sneezy with finger to his nose!
The little munchkins arrived home to find this beautiful creature in their bed!
She awoke rubbing sleep from her eyes, stared in disbelief and nearly fled!
Eventually, Snow White became a mother figure to that chaotic, motley crew!
She tucked them in bed, cooked their grub and settled beefs when fisticuffs flew!
Each morn the dorks shouldered tools heading for the pit to earn their dough,
Singing a quaint song they made famous, "Hi ho! Hi ho! Its off to work we go!"
Mister Disney made this classic film in 1937 when I was but a mere child!
Even today in my dotage, watching it with my grandkids, I'm still beguiled!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Tied for First Place in Linda Marie's "Disney" Contest - August 2011
Faridah a name that blings I goose bumps
The fairest of them all my constant love
Free in spirit and soul she beloved of soul
My soul in her presence ignites in ecstasy
She is tall dark and lovely with a sweet charm
Her voice leaves my innards desiring for more
More of her lithe and athletic pretty ones body
Her abode a place of beauty where damsels visit
She makes them look pretty she's a beautifier
When I mention the fires she ignites in me
I cant but help promise her a coastal holiday
In a resort where we will sample margaritas
As sweet refreshing red wine is served unto us
...Rimi I cant fathom a life without my promised one
Faridah my sweet and lovely essence of an angel..
Her name I whisper liltingly lest fate hears of my love
And full of jealousy drives her from mine safe hand
Beloved is blessed with swit lips that taste of honey
Her perfume reminds me of pomegranates essence
They come from all over the ridges trying to woo her
But my beloved listens not to their wanton placation's
In my hands she knows she is safe and contented
With Abu I sent gift to Maaha our courtship taking root
Given the green light go ahead she is now my fiancee
..My Krall being full of goats I intend to fully pledge
Myself to her.. My Faridah making her fully Mine..
I intend to make her my sweet princess my only one
The one Queen who will rule the seven parallel realms
At my side.. as I mirror manage.. I muse in swift dream
..Oooh my beloved of Rimi Open the doors of Bashan
You're prince rides in seeking you're sweet presence
Do haste lest he leaves and is waylaid..
By them that guard..The cities fortification..
If you hear the voice of my whisper
...Open the door for me to gain calm entry..
..Am reminded of Rams of Bashan when they danced
With pleasure beloved of Solo..
...I send the south wind..And North wind
With them gland tidings of mine proposal..
Open the door for me My sweet lover do not hesitate
In you're hands I melt and merge into yo sweet entity
You're moans and mine groans fill our inner sanctum
As a game of time replays in all earnest..
You're One RIMI..
Code 254.. Acode Stronghold 013..
In the virgin pool waters of Point Erin
stood a siren in her fairest beauty all -
my heart dared to want and its flesh of sin
did upon her beguiling favours call.
Remembered are the concubines of court -
a fire in my codpiece and in my jocks,
jousting grey knights whom over you fought
and a Celtic Queen in long flaxen locks.
Over the toll bridge a young lord and prince
from the realm of Epsom landed Birkdale,
to seek sweet raptures in my limerence
by she possessed of its Unholy Grail.
O’ what forbidden enchantment was she
when the spinning bottle of fortune spun,
and what soft lingering kiss given me
when the party kissing contest we won.
Every once in a while the stars and fates
shine upon the archer and his longbow,
and the wondered youthful heart elates
at its piercing tip and flight of arrow.
Over the toll bridge a young lord and prince
from the realm of Epsom landed Birkdale,
to seek sweet raptures in my limerence
by she possessed of its Unholy Grail.
Written: April 1994
What whirling winds of change are in the air
as tender hearts collide amongst the clouds
emotions felt that fairest souls will share
when hidden from the ever present crowds.
what once a budding friendship turned to love
surprising even faithful tender hearts
now drifts among the clouds so high above
and deeply pierced by Cupid’s cosmic darts.
as gentle love is felt from far away
the tender whispered words from one so fair
drift in the clouds and hold my heart in sway
as whirling winds of change are in the air.
‘twas only yesterday I felt alone
but now along the wind a love has grown.
November 17, 2020