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I never believed before,that dreams came true,
Part of me never believed, in such a fairy tales,
But then as time passes, and leaves behind me all its marks...
It's for so many years,now,thatI've learned, that nothing is impossible after all...
If you just stop for a moment and open up your heart,
Your mind will follow through, right behind,once you make that choice,
And desires will materialize, somehow, all your dreams,with sweetness;
And rekindle,with so much fire,again as never before, all your soul...
So then, believe! and grab your dreams, and never once stop believing,
'Cause, that's what really keeps us moving,and makes us come alive and much... stronger,
Open up your heart and all your mind,at least a little bit,and give yourself another chance...
That the window that you open now,will give you sooner or later, in time,another reason,to survive.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
aka ladylove
copyright@2005
December,09,2014
Under the dark blue sky
A pavilion drenched in morning dew
Lighted brightly by the saddened Moon
revealing truth
Drenched in dazzling, tempting lies
In the courtyard are lazing men
Blinded to tomorrow's looming fate
Gambling with broken dreams
And thoughts ,that have started to rot
Blossoming flowers have began to wilt
Her petals dried, littering the yard
Fading fast, blending with the earth
With every passing Minute
Rumbling thunder, frightening flashes
Doomsday looming, apocalyptic scenes
Men stubbornly lingering on to faith
That save none from his fate
Clinging to fairy tales of better ‘morrow
When time is just a counter for the next sorrow
Pilfering deep into their marrow
Till their yesterday, becomes a better Tomorrow
Oh, give me a nook and a storybook
there at my mother’s knee.
Or tucked in bed, a pillow at my head
as father reads to me.
To hear nursery rhymes - wonderful times
when Mother used my name
inside a rhyme. Oh, for childhood sublime!
Old age is not the same!
Of Cinderella and a cute fella
I used to listen to.
Romantic the tale where all ended well,
and love they said was true.
But I’d graduate from my childlike state.
Alone I soon would read
less beautiful things, in which a prince brings
no rose; instead, a weed.
Oh, to return to before I could learn
of life’s realities!
Where endings were good I’d go if I could
reliving memories.
In that nook I’d be, my mother with me
where books I’d learned to love.
That would be enough because it’s the stuff
fairy tales are made of!
A bundle of joy she had arrived as a treasure
with the dulcet deep eyes that sparkled like star.
Rocking in our arms she held softly our fingers,
down the years her silken touch lingered.
In the scenic sky we showed her the scarlet sunset
when the flock of birds flew back to the nest.
The fairy tales she heard from us before she slept,
took us to our childhood, made us the ones like her.
We built a close-knit nest, hoped to be together forever,
kept it warm in the dreary days of frost and cold,
No storm of strife could ever blow it away,
for we made it secure with twigs of love.
She grew up under our caring wings of affection,
learned how to face life in her chosen way.
The process was a source of parental pleasure,
lasting till her adulthood time when she flew away.
The unique bond is now the live strands of memory
we keep to bind the feathers she left in the empty nest,
where we weave the tapestry of the everlasting dream,
we crave to see unbroken till the end of our time.
____________
May 4, 2023
Contest : Empty Nest
Sponsored by : Cooper Etheridge
A foolish heart will never learn
The foolish heart often gets burnt
It believes that love will conqueror all
Overlook faults no matter how big or small
It believes in fairy tales and loves first kiss
Wizards, legends and magic exists
Santa Claus and the Easter bunny
Confetti, chocolates and flowers on Sunday
I once knew a foolish heart every well
Filled with hopes and dreams and wedding bells
Her friends tried to warn of a man who didn’t love her the same
Her love to him was part of his game
But she decided to give her heart to him anyway
then he broke that foolish heart when he wouldn’t stay
That foolish heart persistently fought hard to the end
Scarred and crushed, but sadly that fools heart did not win.
I know that foolish heart will try love once more
Because despite it all foolish hearts still believes that true love endures.
splat
all over you
sweet tender
love
turned to stone
pretty angel
you wanted
my ugly truth
my hard history--
--the long bent road
to
what I
pine
yearn
ache
waste away
for
hope it doesn't
crush you
there's a
prince in the beast
and a beast in
the prince
who still believes
fairy tales come true
that a good girl
could be his
even after
especially after
you
take him to dizzying
death defying
rapturous
heights from which
he hurtles
free falling
down, down, down
diving deep
into your
soft
burning heart
then
smack
smitten
splattered
like wily coyote?
pursuing my roadrunner
over a cliff
I leap
with my trusty dusty
rocket pack
does it fire?
--or do I pancake
pick myself up
off the ground
a little damaged
probably
but pretty much
indestructible
I bounce back
into shape
again
and give chase
to a beauty
or maybe
just maybe
"this" ignites
and I
catch you
As children we believe in the wonder of the Easter Bunny.
We believe in a giant rabbit…gentle and kind
who as we sleep on Easter Eve leaves eggs on the lawn for us to find.
Eggs of different colors…with different stripes and different bands.
We believe he carries all the eggs for all the children of the world
in one basket…with one hand.
As children we believe in the wonder of Santa Claus.
We believe that somehow, magically, as we sleep on Christmas Eve
underneath our Christmas tree…presents he will leave.
We believe in elves…in reindeer that can fly
we believe Santa has a knack
of fitting all the presents for every child of the world
on one sleigh and in one sack.
As children we believe in the wonder of birthdays.
As we sit with a cake in front of us on a dish
We believe in myths and fairy tales…and the magic of a wish.
We believe that on our birthday…all we have to do
is close our eyes, blow out some candles and our wishes will come true.
Then we grow up and gradually, bit by bit, in a way we don’t even see…
the fantasies of our childhood give way to life’s reality.
And that’s okay…that’s as it should be but as adults we pay a high cost
If, as our fantasies fall by the wayside, our wonder is also lost.
That’s why I still blow out my birthday candles…still with my eyes closed too
for I’ll never stop believing in wishes that come true.
That’s why I still look for presents as Christmas morning dawns
and why I’ll be searching for eggs today hidden somewhere on my lawn.
Because I believe no matter how old we are
it’s the wonders that make us smile…
it’s the wonders that are important
it’s the wonders that makes life worthwhile.
HAPPY EASTER
Love,
where do you bloom, unseen?
Have you become absorbed
in a world, where I do not belong.
Once, when I sat upon your shores,
lost in the depth of infatuation,
I held you tightly in
the palms of my hands,
hoping promises of 'forever'
would not only be words
but you evaporated like a
cloud in the darkest night,
abandoning me within the
realms of recycled emotions.
I had read about you in poetry,
so I wrote a few verses to honour you,
portrayed your grace through artistry,
so I could gaze at your soft pastels,
yet, here I remain
devoid of your devotion.
Now I ponder,
from all the beloveds and
all the versions of love -
which one is for me?
Must I,
search for you among mountains,
or sandcastles upon abandoned islands.
Is there path I must seek,
is there a guide that I can follow.
Must you,
veil yourself behind metaphors,
whilst fusing through musical musings,
frustrating through lyrics,
still unheard to my soul.
I wonder
if you are only true in fairy tales.
And in your betrayal,
if the world really knew you,
would they still yearn for your complexities.
If only there was a marketplace,
where I could barter and
purchase you for a fair price
but when has love ever been equal.
The horizons keep mimicking romance
and I hope those who follow the moon,
can eternally dance under its moonlight,
but every night there is a hidden
solitary star sparkling all on its own.
My heart fluctuates between
new sunrises and old sunsets,
hoping love will wait for me,
before my spirit fades,
so, I can have a love,
which I can call my own.
When I open my eyes, I want to see you next to me,
Forever and always.
Your arms are where I belong, in the darkest of nights and in morning's dew.
So, night and day, we are friends and lovers, forever and always.
"I love you" is a mistake I'll make; my heart belongs to you forever and always.
I want the storybook ending, the happy-ever-after, like in fairy tales.
The love you see on the big screen, when it ends, but they find their way home.
Knowing their hearts belong together, forever and always.
No matter what happens, we'll find ourselves back together.
Home is where you are, next to me, forever and always.
Our hearts are forever joined together. Forever and always
They told me from the time I was two
“One day prince charming is coming for you!”
They made me read these inspiring fairy tales
About mermaids, evil step mothers and
servants whose childhoods were unfair,
They told me that even if I was troubled and had to put up with a lot,
That someday my adversaries would have to surrender
to me and scrub my pots,
They told me I wasn’t alone; animals would be my friend
So I tried that, then one night they bit me,
I suffered another tragic end
They said to always be kind-hearted that’s what all man want,
When I got into high school I found out no one wanted to talk to the fat girl in the corner who ate chocolate glazed croissants
They told me to find seven dwarfs, a crew of little people
My school only had four of them
Their names were; scuba, geek freak, muffin top and meatball
In eleventh grade they said, "ask God for a fairy godmother to get a dress for the prom"
I went to a Catholic Church, got one for 75 cents,
with red stripes and one missing arm
They said after graduation the wise thing to do would be to go to college
and Not rush into getting married
So I got knocked up my senior year by the school janitor,
His name is "Prince Larry!"
I dropped out a month before school ended and you’ll never guess where I reside
I am currently employed doing Disney parties, where I get to dress up as all the great characters who told me those fabulous lies.
Got to Love fairy tales…
By: Sabina Nicole
1-24-13