Long Fairy Poems
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If you step on a crack
You will break your mother’s back.
When she made us mad.
It’s all we had.
We would spend hours
Jumping on the sidewalk crack.
It never worked.
So terribly glad.
Do not walk under a ladder
Or break a mirror.
You will have bad luck
From there to here.
If a black cat walks across your path.
You can shudder and shake.
For your life
This will break.
If you see the tooth fairy
You will not get any money at all, simply no dough.
If you see Santa,
Presents he will take home to the North Pole.
Friday the thirteenth.
All things bad will happen to you.
You cannot stop it, honey
Childhood trauma sticks to us like glue.
(The Virgin Mary’s Child - Brothers Grimm)
There was an old man with an axe,
Enough food to feed lass, he lacks.
Lass to Virgin Mary,
Heaven keys lass carry,
Lots of snacks, banishment anticlimax.
There was a door of number thirteen,
Forbidden entry with keys, remains unseen,
Teen instead of tot,
Behaved as lass ought,
Lies untold, with family convene.
Or maybe, Mary believed the fib,
Lass gained fat beyond a mere rib,
Felt guilt for the lie,
Did not want to die,
She protected her Heavenly bib.
Perhaps Mary sent her back to be poor,
Disobedience made the Virgin sore.
Lass killed wood prey,
Hard work every day,
She enjoyed it, continued evermore.
(Mr. Fox - English folk tale by Joseph Jacobs)
Lady Mary covets the handsome Fox,
Admittance to his lair harder than entry to Fort Knox,
She does not break in,
The evil groom will win,
Honeymoon, as bride slaughter, is indeed unorthodox.
Perhaps Lady Mary did visit the Fox castle,
Murdered women was not seen as a hassle,
Lady made a list,
Crumpled it in fist,
All the more foes to imprison and space to bedazzle.
(Fairy Mary - Tinker Bell Series)
There was a fairy who kept order and was stout,
She kept her fairy foes working and about,
Not well-liked,
Imagine spiked,
Efficiency useful, but it doesn’t erase doubt.
Maybe there was a beloved fairy instead,
Who hardly ate for all the work in her head,
Toothpick thin,
Fakeful grin,
Her smile only true while passed out in her bed.
(Queen Mary I aka “Bloody Mary” aka Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary)
The Queen punished Protestants fierce,
Each body, another garden plot and pit pierce,
Tombstones are flowers,
Made by monarch powers,
Carriages carry corpses, require no hearse.
Rows of tools fill each station,
Bodies attached from many a nation,
Protestants in droves,
Some missing clothes,
Whatever befits their cause for damnation.
The Holy Mother of Poet would not approve,
Such speak of my mouth, with soap, she would remove,
Beliefs absolute!
Heresy! Refute!
Even a heartfelt apology could not opinion improve.
Many gardens consist of a collection,
Often of things or organisms that elicit affection,
Small changes will appear,
Light, dark, always near,
Owner’s perspective could require dissection.
Rime Couee 1, 2, and 3
I.
Floating across a cool, bright beam
Drifting inside a peaceful dream
Sacred geometry
Builds the structures that bring great peace
Making the restless chaos cease
Engaging symmetry
II.
Envision Rowans in colors
Wing-ed bright spirits, light bearers
Green boughs of Oak shield you!
Gliding through enchanted grove space
Blessed by Moonlight's silver grace
Wheel of Seasons anew
III.
Floating in the oaken moon beam
Whispering ancient faery dreams
Dreamy knots-work sculptures
Star groves, my sparkly bright office!
Where this dreamer goes to practice
Intuitive culture
IV.
With psychic, angelic infrastructure!
Spiraling aloft!
Ted is a novice when skating on ice
Kept slipping and falling twenty times twice
Body shattered and battered
And his teeth were all scattered
Prayed the tooth fairy will give a good price
Soups and soft food is all he can now eat
But he fancied something that is more sweet
Poured treacle in a large cup
Then quickly drank it all up
Feeling sick, vowed he would never repeat
He felt very hot and started to fret
From every pore he was pouring with sweat
He went outside to cool down
Some wasps where flying around
And saw his body as a sweet object
He screamed loudly, hollered, blubbered and cried
As the wasps were all stinging him with pride
His body grossly swollen
And dignity now stolen
Wished instead gone for a horse and cart ride
14.09.23
Once upon a time, Liz Unicorn,
was quite unhappy with her tiny horn,
and one sad, lonely day began to bawl,
cause horns of friends her age shot up so tall.
Right then appeared Fred Frog, portly and plump,
who jumped onto her smooth and shiny rump.
"Now please don't cry, Liz Unicorn, you see
your horn will grow and shine amazingly!
For now, it's using up growth energy
to make a sturdy base that sure will be
much better to support the best 'horn-crown',
for it will be the tallest one around.
You see some finer things take time to build;
be patient and I know you will be thrilled."
Liz turned her head to blow a thankful kiss
to kind Fred Frog who offered hopeful bliss!
Sandra M. Haight
~9th Place~
Contest: Once Upon A Time
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 02/10/2017
“ Love which bloomed like a Red Rose,
and spread fragrance like a melted candle!” (By Poet)
there was an enthralling love I felt only once...
fascinating romance blossomed when I was only a teen,
I didn't know how overpowering first love is,
But experienced a thunderous turbulence within!
We were neighbours, I saw my beloved boy every day,
But if he was engaged on occasions, or somehow late
to arrive, tears of heartache rolled down my cheeks,
my whole world seemed arid and empty, until we met.
Oh, that was a truly passionate love I was madly in,
It was a young love… genuine, flawless, and pure,
There was no suffering he wouldn't endure for me,
There was no misery I wouldn't face for him, for sure.
We raced together in the lush fields in golden summer,
We sang together without bounds which we gleefully rejoiced
He gifted fragrant Jasmine flowers from his garden to me,
So I could make a garland for him with colours of my choice!
We enjoyed infinite togetherness for hours and hours
When sapphire waves lapped rolling on the sea shore gold,
I knew perfectly there was no one else I wanted to be with,
Only he who stretched his strong arm for me to hold.
A love like an entrancing fantasy of a fairy tale,
I was a radiant Princess, you were my ravishing Knight,
I ardently dream about the glorious love which never paled,
In quiet forlorn days, and in the wistful passions of my night.
October 16, 2022
For "Inspired By A Song (Once there was a love)" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jez Brul
Always, my golden muse of subtle secret entertaining
If comes, it is not my fault to see her even in the soup;
It seems you stealthily descended from a famous painting
Of the same blond season of hope caught in a magic hoop.
First, the leg, long and discreet barefoot touches the carpet,
Then, the feline jump in the pantry, and I pretend to be asleep,
And the only verse that comes to my mind and I can set,
With big eyes and a look dumb so happy digging deep.
It is an attempt to touch her, this unwritten poem with blue eyes…
I want her danced or her shoulder strap silently slipped somewhat,
But, only the echo sounds as your name, I repeat countless times.
Each morning, I find her footprints remained everywhere, but…
The poet`s hot tea is there, next the morning` embers;
Someone sipped a bit from it, perhaps the morning star:
Here's the lipstick trace, and -I think the perfume is hers.
She also tasted from my pretzel and the rhyme. I know you are…
“Why d’you take so much care? Why don’t you dump her altogether?”
That’s the question they ask me for the umpteenth time and more.
She lies upon her bed; her blank stares pierce the mirror in front of her
The immovable torso that she has been accursed with lay facing the door
Twenty years ago met a beautiful girl with the man she liked
The courtship period soon passed by, the marriage was solemnized
Wedding guests had a sumptuous meal, everyone was satisfied
The fairy tale began; the new couple merry, their life was prized
Perhaps you thought the fairy tale would survive? Heck, no—
Two years later we were on a hilly terrain ride
Squall and thunder, a great boulder suddenly had a go
The car slipped and somersaulted; seconds later a tide
Gripped me by awe, my beautiful girl was in a pool of blood
She survived; only to be left in such a ruin
I was dumbstruck; had a great pain to evade the flood
Of public sympathy, anyway once again made ‘our’ life a-going
Since then we have been living here, people ask me why
I haven’t dumped her; left her at her own fate
People are crazy, their pokes and nudges should be kept at bay
Have you been answered? Well now I think am getting late
Several miles downtown my mistress’ bed is prepared; she must be looking my way
Tiny Stars pulled and broken
Never a chance to live
Never a chance to say,
“Mommy, I love you.”
Never a legal appeal
Never a chance to make mistakes
Or make a daddy beam with pride
Never to pull out pots and pans
Or the love, a mother can hide
Never a chance to hear the word “No”
Or see the smile on Granny’s face
Never to ask,"Are we there yet?”
On a trip to Grandpa’s place
Never to go to school for the first time
Big eyes and too timid to speak
Then finding the world is a treasure
As a fairy-tail rocks them to sleep
There are times when roads are rough
With stumbles along the way
Each stumble, adds weight to the burden
that jesus shed his blood to pay
Smooth are the roads less traveled
An easier path we desire to face
Decisions, made under stress may rally
and quicken the dreadful pace
Tiny Stars, each, a candle’s little light
The flame snuffs out, silence screams the call
But God hears and each name is written
In the greatest book of all
Open and free was Gizelle’s heart.
There for the taking, the smacking, the shaking, the breaking.
She was an innocent, believing in happily ever after love.
She fell in love with the devilishly handsome Charlie.
Charlie had crushed, stomped and stamped many hearts.
People’s warnings fell on Gizelle’s closed ears.
Quickly pinged off, landing in mud puddles and ant hills.
Charlie the handsome would never hurt her.
He was solicitous, attentive, mannerly, respectful, loving.
Gizelle began reading brides magazines.
She chose her dress, her colors, and her father.
Over her stepfather, who had raised her since she was three.
Gizelle was ready for the next step.
Gizelle and her prince slept together to seal the deal.
She had never been so incredibly loved before; she was amazed.
This was a fairy tale she had never dared dream of.
When she was dumped two days later, she was horrified.
She would never fully trust anyone again.
She now understood why her father hated her mother.