Long Fairy Poems
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I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
Remembering that magical day and time
We were young, care-free and in our childhood
When we snuck out back near the woods
We stopped near the old forbidden well
And went on a journey we would live to tell
We knew the well was a dangerous place
and were forbidden to go near its space
That day we saw a tiny gnome appear peeking out
Wearing a large green hat and sputtering about
He held three rocks in his hand that glowed like gold
He rubbed the rocks as he chanted with a firm hold
He saw us and quickly jumped up and into the well
Leaving behind the magical rocks as he let out a yell
We quickly ran back for help and into our home
Not sure if we should tell anyone about the gnome
We told our parents, and they didn’t believe our tale
The next day we snuck back with a rope and pail
We saw the gold rocks, glowing and laying on top
We grabbed the rocks and then time seemed to stop
We entered a magical place with gnomes and fairies
All singing, chanting and foraging for magical berries
We were told that we now must make a special wish
And asked to taste the magical berries on the dish
We each took a tiny bite and then awoke on the ground
We were near the well and couldn’t believe what we found
The stones were now in our pockets to our surprise
And decided to keep all this a secret and our prize
There were two new bicycles along the well wall
And we realized our wishes were granted after all
Let me see…
Give this one a Gothic Border,
For my mood is one
Of secret gardens,
Gargoyles-
All internal wanderings…
And this one,
Of an island
Somewhere,
A place only
Tropics know-
The sea
Its endless border,
The sky
A far away glow-
A sleepy little lagoon-
Here fairies
Flit, flutter to tell
Flickering tales
Us dream thieves
Dream to sell…
And now
Above a mountain-
Clouds lightly darkly speak,
Of misty rings
Cumulus things
Where summit and base meet-
Talk of a missing middle,
The answer a
2 syllable word:
Always in a climbing riddle
No middle would be absurd.
I used to think that love is meant to be like a fairy tale.
In a way, I think it still is.
Just maybe without a glass slipper, and the guy is not a prince.
I also used to think that it’s supposed to be all-consuming and obsessive.
In a way, maybe it is.
Just maybe in a healthy way and not a manic way.
Another thing I used to think was that love would be easy.
In a way, I think it is
You just have to find the right person.
Finding the right person is probably the hard part.
I used to think that I would know when it was right and perfect.
Maybe it is, and I just haven’t found it yet.
I don’t know exactly what love is meant to be or how you know it’s right or wrong.
How do you know?
One day, I hope I’ll know.
I hope it’ll be exactly what I thought when I was young.
I hope it sounds like that song.
I’d give up forever to touch you
I hope someone will feel like that about me one day.
Glorious hues arise from halo of morning sky
As dreamy eyes take me on a wondrous ride
Where cottony clouds scatter layers of purple
Adorning with shades of heliotrope flowers.
On my ride I visualize a celestial place on earth
Hearing fairy tales from fabled views unfolding,
And I ask my yawning bushes to vacate at once
So I can plant my lilac garden in sunrise colors.
Mesmerized by purple cues in orchid motifs
My day traversed gaily in enchanting overtones,
When clouds spewing gray darkened my show
Blocking twilight from glistening reddish glow.
Having lost sunrise, I hang on to sinking sunset
Assured by its scenic prowess I build my place
Near the lone lamp on street that is yet to be lit
Yearning for vistas of my daydream to repeat.
My place now occupies best of both worlds
Rising with mornings and setting with evenings,
Mimicking splendid hues of evocative contexts
Adoring fervent daybreaks and dreamy sunsets.
February 15, 2018
First Place:Sunrise and sunset contest by Silent One
Also placed first in ultimate 2018 contest by Brian Strand
Twinkling with mysticism,
magically peeping among fragrant
blossoms, reveling the aliveness of
frolicking, rollicking cousins.
Faeries congregate in tittering
pairs, occasionally in triplets
or quads, encouraging, and cajoling.
Sagely inspiring lively flowers
to show off their most beautiful.
Hiding from the non-believers,
delighting the rest of us, luring
us back into their gardens.
Aspiring us, and uplifting
us, without pixie dust, rather
with soul feelings that sprinkle our
day with goodness – so pronounced,
we can only get it here.
Faerie flower therapy,
nothing better to aid
in healing of psyche.
‘Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons.’ – Vladimir Nabokov
The humble dandelion Earth bequeaths.
Oh, golden bloom which ancient lore bequeaths
that fortune ‘s woven into bridal wreaths.
The dandelion turns from sun to moon.
A dandelion morphs from sun to moon
for wishes cast so young and old may swoon.
The Shepherd’s Clocks are pacing march of time.
My Shepherd’s Clock is marking march of time
as day would turn to night with stars sublime.
The moonlight whispers capture early twilight
of moonlit scenes betwixt erstwhile twilights—
a transformation silence cloak the night.
The fairy clocks now spent, they dream of sheen
of mornings when they shone, showily preened.
“What to look for in a God?”
I asked holding a lightning rod
“Who said this?”
A spirit whose message seemed to be missed
“It was just an inquiry
Do not send flames to fire me
What to look for in a God?
Is a simple question from someone holding an electrical lightning rod
Am I testing faith from my grave
After a life where I sacrificed and forgave
Darkness illuminated
Hatred humiliated
About the mess
That I honestly confess”
“No,” the voice did mention
I assumed I got attention
“I designed
Your mind
To decide
Who should be your guide?
It was a mystical thought
Education I pondered should be understood and taught
You with two legs, two arms and one head
Studied what happens in the end when one is dead
Do I exist?
Or is this just a bunch of mist?”
Checking the good guest list
Hoping I was going to be granted an eternal wish
I went to kiss
Clenching my fist
Strengthen my soul
Already succeeded in all my layman’s goals
“You are my God
And I am proud of my job,
I did on the place called earth
From the time of my birth
But now that my commitments are done
It is time to know if I won
A passport
Into the heavenly fort
Or am I due in some judgement court
Where my actions are examined
Waiting decision if I am damned
Such harsh visions
Filled with critical decisions”
“Relax in peace
Yes, you are deceased
Rest there
Without a scare
Enjoy the warmth in the air
That you are getting
In this new setting
Let others enjoy their time
Eating bread drinking wine
Using a host
To discuss the Holy Ghost
Saying I believe before the toast
Avoiding being the lamb during the holiday roast
Allow them to say their goodbyes
Unleashing tears and cries
Accompanied with sighs
Normal results when someone dies”
"The Bogeyman in Carnage"
Upon the darkened streets of Haddenfield,
A specter stalks a prey, cloaked in shadow's fold.
No mortal eye can pierce his mask's shield,
Nor fathom depths where sanity is lost.
His stride unwavering, relentless, cruel,
Each footfall echoing death's grim approach.
Victims fall screaming, lives cut short, souls defiled, shortened of breath.
Yet expressionless face betrays no emotion.
Beneath the harvest moon's sickly glow,
Blood splatter patterns stain his mask.
Through windows locked and doors securely barred,
Sleep eludes the living in fearful flight.
For none know when the boogeyman may arrive,
To claim them in the dead of endless night.
Once upon a time
Lived a child's rhyme
The magic we believe
Every Christmas Eve
Tucked into my bed
Prayers all said
Comfy, cozy, warm
Gentle kiss from Mom
Door open just a bit
Window candles lit
Couples now arrive
House becomes alive
Voices all drift near
Name them as I hear
Doorbell keeps ringing
Wishes they're bringing
All shed their jackets
Such a happy racket
My parents' best folks
Sharing stories, jokes
Finger foods and eats
Eggnog, fondue, treats
Food utensils clink
Ice cubes in drinks
Laughter by the barrel
Stereo playing carols
Footsteps in the hall
A joyous time for all
Listen for Dad's laugh
(And his better half)
Such comfort to hear
They're happy and near
Colors, shadows, more
Dance under my door
House of Christmas joy
A drowsy, happy boy
Mind drifts off to sleep
In a memory I'll keep
To warm me in the cold
And write a poem of ...
When I'm old.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Fairy Tale For Children Poetry Contest", Eve Roper, Judge & Sponsor.
I get the feeling I'm wasting my time
people are afraid of losing their money
afraid of the arguments within their families
afraid of finding family that will steal their money
afraid of losing their investments
afraid of going into bankruptcy
My sister having started and lost to shops
has not the heart to travel that path again
they started a butcher shop and went into bankruptcy
they started a fairy shop but could not reach a profit
a friend of mine started her own business
making/tie dying tee shirts
she had eighteen staff
Australia opened the doors
to international trade
she could not compete against
companies that pay third world wages
time and time again I come up against
people with experience in business
afraid to restart in todays world
perhaps they are right
but it's just as well your employers
didn't feel the same
we live in a hard country
I watched as a coffee shop employer
cried because she could afford
the minimum wage for employees
so that she could take time off
across the road from us a new plaza started
already only a year later
several of the new companies have failed
I imagine thousands of dollars in lost investment
The worst was the biggest shop target
that struggled to get customers
in our thrifty Australian economy
people that try to cut costs buy cheap
Target could not compete against
Kmart's on both sides in close proximity
to many similar shops in close proximity
undermine each other business
making it impossible for the weakest to survive
you want competition to drive prices down
but we also need to look at sustainability
shops need customers to survive
Granted I am encouraging
people to become investors
but we also want those investments
to be successful
Governments thrive on the success
of their people
we need Governments that focus
on creating successful investors