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Wished once upon a star, I could not believe it, when
Out of the blue, I found myself on board the "The Arisen"
Ready to leave my toils and turmoil behind, ready to
Lower my guards and explore the world by crossing its seas,
Desiring solely to feel the exalt felt by sailors and seamen!
Crossing the limits of the oceans, my pulse quickened, as
Rogue waves pushed us in an oceanic whirlwind, as expansive as
Uranus himself, why, they tossed us in yet to be explored lands,
Instilling in the awe and the jolts we have never felt before, as
Seeing before us fairy tale characters and ancient Gods for real in
Essence caused us to descend from the ship, to embrace a new life!
Once,
a boy heard a fairy tale.
He repeated the story
until he became the story
and forgot that it was "make believe".
Soon, it became reality, and not a dream.
The world echoed his tale.
He became a man,
and new chapters were written, with plot twists.
He was so busy moving the plot along, he could see or hear nothing else.
One day, resting before a large body of water,
he was quiet, and it felt like a dream.
He saw a small shoot break through a granite boulder.
He heard a single drop fall on the still pond,
and wondered
if this shoot,
and this drop
could be messengers
of a new reality.
Sultry crowns a lunar face beam connected
fishing in the great lakes crimson shades a shadow
Rising inside echoes see through ice crystal breaking
the temple of an ocean lament treasure sings out sweet sorrow
Cries out seagulls within the silence peaking wave held moment
gasping silence breaks on the seventh crest looking breathless
Whitewashed carpet unfolding before your feet special joy breaks
a shadow kisses the soul of every step taken sweetly blessed
Jewels finding paradise salt of the seabed rises cultured churns
Upon the white surf princess your eyes sparkles unique diamond cut
Though space and time growing into a dream fairy tale magic
faraway glass slipper bride peridot signature colour on the moon
Green corn swaying to whispers upon a breeze drops beneath you
Breaths held in the wind curling around warmly sighs silently gasps
Dancing rose upon the thorns petals blush pink waves enchants
sunlight glistens as dewdrops fall adoring feelings rainbow
Sharing with you the one who holds twilight ever after
faraway united forever and always embracing your grace
My life was perfect from the very start
So perfect—life imitating art
Breezed through college effortlessly
Dream job gift-wrapped just for me
Perfect add-on to my fairy tale life
Matrimony with the perfect wife
Children followed, our perfect family
None of this would have longevity
(Chorus)
Pleading with you to forgive me
But there’s no forgiveness for the perfect
A less than perfect man may fall 7 times
But no forgiveness for the perfect
On my knees begging for mercy
But there is no mercy for the perfect
They say a righteous man may fall 7 times
But no forgiveness for the perfect
Success was nearly at my finger tips
Just couldn’t stop my lying lips
Sought better living through chemistry
Rushed headlong into calamity
Took the deep dive into booze & pills
Steeped in debauchery to get more thrills
Disregarded all the blessings in my life
Pushed away my kids and wife
(Chorus)
Pleading with you to forgive me
But there’s no forgiveness for the perfect
A less than perfect man may fall 7 times
But no forgiveness for the perfect
On my knees begging for mercy
But there is no mercy for the perfect
They say a righteous man may fall 7 times
But no forgiveness for the perfect
I could promise you, my dear, I’d change
For you my life I’d rearrange
But I won’t waste your precious time,
Your life no longer will I begrime—
I’ll stop asking for forgiveness
For there’s no forgiveness for the perfect
I’ll just live my life the way I choose
And hope that it is worth it
I’ll stop begging you for mercy
For there is no mercy for the perfect
I’ll just live my life, await my fate
There’s no forgiveness for the perfect
Kiss the children every night for me...
No forgiveness for the perfect
From the start,
you have made assumptions.
I had something
or I was someone.
It was all
in your wild imaginations,
I did not
plan it to happen.
I meant no
harm, was really innocent.
I did not
lie, pretend or act,
To deceive, hurt
or harm you deliberately.
Just that I
did not know you,
Not well at
all to correct you,
To clarify clearly
some thing about me.
Sorry if I
had indirectly fooled you,
Tricked you into
thinking I played games.
Why should I
Be brothered to explain?
It was part
Of growing up experiences.
Normally, everybody eventually
Has a nick name,
Called by someone
Who closed to them.
Their nick name
Would suit their personalities,
Something was used
To tease them perfectly.
How many have
You earned from me,
You told me
Your were a writer,
You earned a
Nick name Mr Author.
You wrote, you
Ascustomed to be alone,
That gave you
A name Mr Loner.
It seemed to
Me you liked disappear,
No phone calling,
Text messaging nor answering.
I called you
For sure Mr Vanish.
One thing worthed
Mentioned was your promises.
Beautifully made like
Music to my ears.
They were empty
And nothing was valid.
You had played
That tricks many times.
I fell for
Them once or twice.
Called me "a
Good wise mature person",
Then you treated
Me like a child.
A friend liked
You who needed enemy.
I was so
Glad we had finished,
Took much longer
Than I had expected.
Time flew when
You were having fun.
Wasted much time
To get thing done.
In your book,
There was a photo,
You were crowned
Just like a king.
Then ever since
I addressed "Your Highness".
There was saying
Pen mightier than sword.
You should mark
My word of honesty.
You kept vouchers
Enjoyed your BD dinner,
But please return
The brown woolen cover.
I said that
Right from the start.
I wanted it
Back to my hands.
Every time you
Received something from me,
You came up
With all sort excuses,
To stay away
Until whenever that day.
Not too long ago, in a forest so dense,
a pine tree shot up from a seedling that fell
between bigger ones that prevented the sun
from helping it grow, and it felt so alone.
If only I could have sprung up on a lawn
where sunshine and rain can help me become tall.
Where I can be seen as a special pine tree
with flowers around me, how happy I'd be.
Now there was a boy, living just down the road,
who had a dear grandma he'd visit that day.
And since Christmas season, it was at the time,
she'd wished for a tree that was pretty, but small.
So grandson went off to the woods and dug up
the little pine tree and he took it right home.
Into a clay pot, with good soil, planted it
and brought it to grandma to soon decorate.
The little pine tree was as pleased as can be
with shiny red balls and a star at the top.
Inside the bay window, it bathed in the sun
and with enough water, soon felt himself grow.
In time, came the Spring, and another surprise!
The boy brought it out and then planted the tree
on grandma's green lawn with some tulips around
in view of the window where it would be seen.
The little pine tree was so glad it was found...
...to live all its days on the sunny green lawn.
February 4, 2019
For Contest, 'A Fairy Tale For Children,'
sponsored by Eve Roper
Yes, I would have loved to read this story to my
grandchildren. However, they are grown up now.
I will save it for any 'greats' someday!
When I made first steps
On this earth
It felt shaky
But definitely flat
Then I was told that
Actually, it is round
I did not believe it
For a moment, but doubt
Slowly started eating
Me from inside out
So, I tried to walk far
Outside the city limits
I climbed mountains
Reaching shiny stars
On the line of horizon
To find out if I can see
The oval edge of the
Earth slowly raising
I swam the oceans
And crawled terrains
No matter what I did
It felt flat to me
Then one day I was told
That the whole earth
Is spinning around
It’s axis all the time
And I was baffled again
I looked at the sky
To see if there is any
Faint echoing sign
Reflecting the earth's
Constant movement around
All I saw was a stationary sky
With the same constellations
Spread uniformely every night
Then again I was told
That the earth was born
In a big bang when a tiny spot
Smaller than a pin dot
Exploded violently in an instant
Becoming the whole universe
With a little insignificant ball
Named planet earth
In the outskirts of forever
Expanding universe
I grew up puzzled with all these
Complexities and mysteries
And still don’t know
If I believe any of this
Any time I walk
Earth feels flat to me
And I don’t feel the speed
Of spinning around
Cosmic infinity
And the big bang
While very enticing
Sounds like a fairy tale
To me
I was drinking beer with a tear in my eye,
The night I learned about Lady Di.
I’m one of those Americans who despise royalty;
But something about Diana struck a chord in me.
Perhaps I even had a crush on her
And still just saw her as Diana Spencer;
Even though she lived in a fairy tale,
Married to an ogre, the Prince of Wales.
Her inside was matched by her outer beauty;
Devoting hours of time to charity.
She had an iconic presence on the world stage,
Conspiracy death theories caused a media rage.
But I always just saw her as a young girl,
Caught up in a political swirl;
A pawn played with little regard to her soul,
Robbed of a chance to someday grow old.
I was drinking beer with a tear in my eye,
The night I learned about Lady Di.
Not sure why it struck me so hard,
While sitting alone in a Hoboken bar.
HAPPY ENDINGS
We all grew up listening to fairy tales like Goldilocks and the three bears…
From Jack, who climbed the beanstalk, to Rapunzel, who let down her hair.
As we snuggled safe, secure and happy neath the covers of our bed…
tales of kings and queens and castles are the stories our parents read.
We dreamed we’d be that king or queen…to take a partner…a husband…a wife
where from our castle we’d rule our kingdom with compassion
and live a long and happy life.
Growing up, although we left those nightly fairy tales behind,
the memories of those moments with our parents never left our minds.
And, just like in the fairy tales…we fell in love with someone…
“I love you!” We exclaimed…
I will treat you like a king…or queen…they answered, “I will do the same.”
Our little house became our castle…filled with joy and love and laughter
and our fairy tale, as we expected, has us living happily ever after.
We begin this circle with our own children
when each evening we kiss them on their heads
then sit down, as a family, and read fairy tales in their beds.
We have found over the years those fairy tale memories will keep
whether it’s a single parent…
a woman and a man…
two women…or two men…who read their children to sleep.
Because when it comes to fairy tales
all that matters…is that love is behind the message we are sending…
for it is love…and and only love…
that writes a happy ending.
Your first premise that miracles* cannot happen ignores the creator who Himself reserves the right to alter or interrupt the fixed purpose of the laws of nature.
Authentic Christianity rests on the reality of the Virgin Birth, and the Christian Faith falls apart if there is no Resurrection from death.
If there was no Ascension to heaven by Christ, the Bible is a great book of things most fantastic but could not be trusted as the Holy Book of Truth.
If The Bible is not Inspired, the claims of the first generation of Christians were false and all of Christendom is presently experiencing a great fairy tale.
04132019PoSoupContest, Let's Have An Argument, Kevin Shaw
* an effect or extraordinary event in the physical world that surpasses all known human or natural powers and is ascribed to a supernatural cause. Dictionary.Com