Long Fairies Poems
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Cry not, my heart,
Lamented I to it,
As I held it tenderly in between
The palms of my hands!
Cry not, stop your bloody tears
And open to me
The secret hideaway that leads
To soothe and fulfilment!
Why would you cry
When the existence that you lead
Is founded on uncertainty?
Why would you cry
When the life that your body carries
Is meant to be extinguished someday,
Leaving not even a shadow
Of smoke
Dancing lazily in the air?
Pray, heart, bloom, rather,
Bloom into a garden
A haven for fairies to enjoy their laziness
A romance for youth to indulge in
A tune for believers to engulf themselves in
A pillow for the tired to rest on
A cup of coffee for the stressed to sip on
A kiss for those who yearn of it to drown in
A bed for lovers to burn in
An eternal realm for seekers to dwell in
A garden, heart,
A garden, that would easily daze
The human gaze!
Cry not my heart,
The tides ebb away
So shall the throbs
The nails shall be hammered in
And you shall quiver no more
The body shall turn into ash
And then,
Heart,
Trust me,
You shall feel no more!
Cry not,
Cry no more,
Smile
And laugh
With your own inner heart
So that it may be reflected in the shine
Of your tear spilled eyes!
A gust of wind with a chill on its tail
rushes through the trees in gray and pale,
high up in the naked branch
tiny spectral lights begin to twinkle and dance;
a shiver and a blink ties us to hazy unseen high jinx
where hard shell insect hide their flashing winks,
each seeks warmth, some hiding shelter in place
while in the house they entwine in curtained lace.
The stink bug with magic transparent wings abuzz
hide in the pleated drapes warmed and well gloved
and on their pumpkin seedlike backs,
the mottled brown antenna stacks
are tiny fairies, garden nymphs unambiguous
venturous, charming, winged, naughty, mischievous
slipping in and out the backdoor screens,
secret, safe, secure in imaginary November dreams;
it's just a tiny magical bug, burrowed in the rug
and it teases my dog to lay down and roll around
captive to their scent and sound.
for Caren Krytsinger;s November Twinkle Fairy
11/17/19
Oh! Behold
The bliss and beauty of spring
The warm sunbeams, the sudden showers,
The husky wind, neither swift nor soft
The verdure of shrubs that puts forth their buds
And their sweet fragrance
When opening their delicate folds.
Lo! That cluster of daffodils over the hedge,
The brightest flowers of early spring
Popping out of the hard crust of the earth
Announcing that spring is at our doorstep
With yellow crowns, they are regal heirs
Poised on green stems amid long slender leaves
Seen in gregarious groups, never as loners
Sometimes stretch for miles, offering a visual treat
As the dappled sunlight filters through the clouds
They swing and dance in merriment in the hazy light
Amid a circling layer of petals, each flower holds a cup
A wine filled goblet, for bees and butterflies to sip
As if they are blooming to feed those winged fairies
Each leaf, each bloom and each blade of grass
Of the verdant spring assures us of fresh beginnings
But nothing can so delight us like the daffodils
That used to haunt and tickle the fancy
Of the great English bard of Cockermouth
Whenever he sat sad or in pensive mood
Placed Second
March.7. 2022
Spring Showers or Spring Flowers Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina MacIntosh
skies of rainbow blue as ocean moves
girl’s sassy swirls of soft tangled hair,
where pearls would dare clasp its curls
glow in her eyes special gentle blue
waves flow of tear drops buckets full
beautiful mud stain blush cheeks
Oh, such a handful only three feet high
arms full of endless hugs and pretty please
barefooted, dirty, and grass stain knees
while magpie explores the world never to say good-bye
double bubbles scents of lavender berries
pink and blue little ponies warm and cozy PJs
night promise dreams of fairies,
flowering ponds, bunnies, and butterflies
over and over stories whispers lullabies hums
sleep little angel in clouds full of stars
wishes of rainbow bridges to the moon
fairyland castles held by balloons
where little ponies play musical tunes
yesterday’s gardens today and tomorrow
fairies glimmer flittering amongst its blooms
enchanting flavors of snow cones,
bubblegum and cherry plums
unicorns, maidens, and gnomes chuckles
sleep till morning when you rise
to endless hugs and pretty please
explore the world never to say good-bye
2/2/2016
Fate holds her captive within its embrace,
drifting through the fabric of time and space.
For swaddled in an ebony cocoon,
She can't shed her wings till the next full moon.
Her beauty emphasizes her sad state,
a creature of feelings; she chose her fate.
And defiant to the bitter-sweet end,
she remains rigid, refusing to bend.
She'd fallen in love with a mortal man,
and thus, her descent from on high began.
For fairies have to be above such things,
or lose their magic and gossamer wings.
She should not have let this affair begin,
returning his love was a grievous sin.
But her heart's desire would not be denied:
for her love was impossible to hide.
Shedding her wings and immortality:
her passion overrides reality.
And she trades her wings for a human heart;
even though it is tearing her apart.
Sleeping in your crib, you were curled onto your side,
A thumb inside your mouth, a blanket cuddled in your arm.
Only 18 months old, your baby blue eyes so beautiful,
How could anyone bruise you this way, your innocence lost,
Who was it who hurt you like this, if only you could talk.
You take a bottle from me and nuzzle into my grasp,
I want to protect you from any more harm and pain,
All I can do right now, is love and care for you with all I have,
And give your medications that will make you strong again.
So I kiss you good night and place you back in your crib,
May your night be filled with good fairies and sweet dreams.
Then Social Services will take you away when you are well,
I only hope and pray that you will be safe now forever more.
**A true story from my Nursing career working in Pediatrics.
Written by Lee Ramage
September 19, 2011
For Debbie Guzzi’s contest
“Children”
Won 8th place
First Night of Forever
Love is a serenade that never ends...
Once upon a romantic starry night
Two lover's hearts went soaring off in flight
The setting a lovely magical scene
Enchanting beauty befitting a queen.
Midnight sky strung with glittering jewels
Twinkled on the sea, dancing to each move
A summer breeze caressed their sun kissed skin
Never was a night as charming as this.
Fairies gathered to gaze from on a star
For romance delighted their tiny hearts
So enchanting was this magical sight
They sprinkled their fairy dust o'er the night.
Soft golden sand gently cushioned their feet
Walking along lovely crescent shaped beach
Only sound was opera of the sea
Soothing ebb and flow of waves melody.
He took her in his arms and held her tight
Whispered "darling you look lovely tonight"
"You've made all my wishes and dreams come true”
She sighed, he sighed and the fairies sighed too.
They frolicked merrily at edge of sea
For today they'd joined in matrimony.
...If music be love’s rhapsody, play on.
4th February 2021
Silvery Chants
I am nothing but a boat its wing has silvery chants I can't tell you their secrets. When the silvery voice showed me its soul, all the deep whispers dissolved in my dream as a sleepy rose. I can tell you another mystic glance; there are slivery seas, and you can feel their fingers touch your depth with calm astonishment. No, I am not a sorcerer, but I am just a passenger can’t sit on our bough when my talk about the bright horses. There were cities of a sliver its whispers touch our window with smiles, penetrate our depth without delay and invade our souls with a deep salute. I was just a young child, and you can't expect to find in my pocket any fairies but our land is the daughter of a silvery voice. Yes, I was just a smooth southern child sits on our bough with slivery chants in his small pocket."
The ides of March are upon us.
The air is crisp and cold,
And I set out with my two dogs,
To see what the night enfolds.
I love my nightly walks with them,
Just me and God and them.
It's how I set my heart to rest.
It soothes me once again.
My walks with them do calm me,
They soothe and heal my spirit.
This time with Him is like a balm,
Against the things that sear it.
The air is cold and sweet tonight,
It's overcast and dark.
No stars bejewel the sky this night,
As we walk through the park.
The night bird's call is sweet tonight,
Upon my weary ear.
I look for him in vain, I know,
For he will not appear.
Here and there are sparkles,
By my feet amid the grass,
Like fairies flitting to and fro,
Twinkling as we pass.
His touch is everywhere it seems,
We only have to look.
His promise never to forsake,
Is written in The Book.
There is one thing only,
That our God just cannot do,
He cannot lie, for He is Truth.
He's here, I tell you true.
Thus reassured I start for home,
My heart no longer heavy.
My step is light for He is here,
To lift my tax and levy.
"Faint not, for I am here for you."
He speaks to my lonely spirit.
I just have to take the time,
And listen so I'll hear it.
He's here for me, I know He is,
And He will never leave.
I just have to do my part,
So there's no need to grieve.
The road is long and rough, I know,
It's filled with twists and turns,
But if I lift my hands to Him,
My spirit soon returns;
For He will catch me up to Him,
In His strong arms I'm safe.
My Father's here, no need to fear,
I'm covered by His Grace.
"BE STILL AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD. I WILL BE EXALTED AMONG THE NATIONS.
I WILL BE EXALTED IN THE EARTH.'
THE LORD OF HOSTS IS WITH US, THE GOD OF JACOB IS OUR STRONG HOLD. SELAH."
Psalm 46:10-11
in hollow woods where roots entwine
where silver moon forgets to shine
a babe was swayed by midnight’s breath
rocked in arms as cold as death
her cradle, built of jagged thorn
her lullaby, the raven’s mourn
no mother’s kiss, no father’s name
just whispered spells and tongues of flame
the fairies watched with wary eyes
they knew the price of darkened skies
for power coils, a creeping vine
it twists the soul, it drinks the spine
so grew the child, cruel and tall
a shadow stretched, eclipsing all
with poison lips and serpent tongue
her voice a curse where once was song
and when the world would bow or break
she stood alone—for fear’s own sake
no crown of gold, no blood nor kin
a throne of thorns, a heart of sin