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It’s in great stories that my passion lies -
in novels and in movies on a screen;
a tantalizing tale, a thrilling scene
read in a book or played before my eyes!
My love affair began - as I recall -
when mother read to me. What golden times!
Enchanting fairy tales and nursery rhymes
had planted fancy’s seeds when I was small.
Then through my youth, I’d almost daily spend
hours, my nose inside a fiction book.
To find me, someone only had to look
inside my room. I’d be there with a friend.. .
Yes, every book I’ve loved, a friend -the best!
Yet others came along to steal my heart -
Romantic “West Side Story” was the start.
And after “Spartacus,” I was obsessed!
First, films and TV shows; then videotape.
Now DVR - to feed my passion’s sin.
I lose myself in them time and again.
Great stories are my marvelous escape!
For Linda-Marie's "Passion Pit"
Reflection on My Glasses
In fairy tales, we learn about the rich and the poor
the wealthy suitor gets the princess's hand
The poor cobbler will always be mending shoes
In the "glass slipper," the poor girl fits the shoe
and marries the prince, while her sister gets a job
in the Guardian Newspaper getting paid for
griping about men
In Little Red Riding Hood, the wolf is working class
trying to get power among the haves becomes
a cropper and drowns in the well
Our instructions start at school when we are
adults find inequality perfectly normal
I have not written, anything today is my birthday, and that is depressing
I remember all my birthdays from age two until
15, but as a teenager, I scoffed at birthdays unless
it was a day for left-wingers and a socialist party's
day, later when I became a deluded communist
I remembered Joseph Stalin's day
My dog knew when it was her birthday and got
a juicy steak, alas, this noble animal didn't know
she was getting elderly as well
Magic dust shooting into starlight pearls as the scents begin wafting
Around the planet's curve circling warmly embracing on vision
Glittering golden gleams sparkle through colours of a promise
Kissed green eyes to hide her warm tears open up
In the promises we give to others for keeps
Rainbows hold until the end enchanting tales
Silk buried softly underneath the bouquet a rose grows
Not forgetting the inner promises we give unto ourselves
Romancing a poem under the pillow no one knows
Petals freezing winter moon holding warmly drunken
Wrapped up under one star winks cotton white angel holding deeply wings
Held upright pleasing the heart pure soul inside the glory of the stars shine
Fear and destruction of earthly paradise we live
Over and back dancing butterflies waltz freely taken
We need beautiful fairy tales and angels songs
As the sun rise kisses a gold circle treasures found
A man can not be changed by place or time, but of love
Memories are born inside where a diamond cut princess dwells
Luxurious and delicious feelings ~
enveloped softly in your wing
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
15.12.2016
(unrhymed couplets)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
I feel sorry for the young,
deceived by a silver tongue.
Inflated egos swollen,
their innocence was stolen.
To maintain life's mystery,
truth's stricken from history.
And with Nature acting strange,
today's kids face climate change.
The elephants and blue whales
will fade into fairy tales.
And it will not help to cry,
as numerous species die.
Kids will witness oceans rise
as hope for any change dies.
And with futures placed on hold,
many may never grow old.
Thanks to greed's stupidity,
trust lost its validity.
We've disenfranchised our youth
with an alternative truth.
So like our two footed selves moving toward extinction.
Ranging far and wide, loving, killing, birthing
With a familial loyalty to be admired,
paired for life and wise in the ways of nature.
Ranging far and wide, loving, killing, birthing.
The moons rise pulls song from their throats
paired for life and wise in the ways of nature
the mountains ring with your calls…….
The moons rise pulls song from their throats.
Fear of the unknown labeled in fairy tales,
the mountains ring with your calls.
Your sharp fangs peek from behind a knowing smile
Fear of the unknown labeled in fairy tales
your deep dark liquid eyes penetrate.
Your sharp pointed fangs peek from behind a knowing smile.
Soon man will be the only wolf prowling the land.
Your deep dark liquid eyes penetrate.
Two million once roamed, two hundred thousand survive.
Soon man will be the only wolf prowling the land.
Weep, weep, oh weep for the wild wolf, howl the moon.
Two million once roamed, two hundred thousand survive
with a familial loyalty to be admired.
Weep, weep, oh weep for the wild wolf, howl the moon.
So like our two footed selves moving toward extinction.
*dedicated to my spirit gaurdian long may they roam
A bunch of joy you came to me in May,
in your deep eyes I saw sparkling blue play.
You played in my soft arms with my fingers,
across the years the warm touch still lingers.
You by my side we walked on the sea beach,
I saw your footsteps grow, mine you could reach.
The fairy tales I told before you slept,
carried me through childhood, in mind I kept.
The hued sunset you saw draping dusk sky,
from where to their cute nests the birds would fly.
Time came when you found your sky, and to say
goodbye to me last time, and fly away.
April 26, 2021
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Foolish girl, keep away from frustration and pain
only concentrate on your books, happiness and future;
so many girls think their thoughts are really mature;
will they take them far in life? It's not time for rain!
At fifteen you shouldn't think about dating;
spoiled girl, stop wiggling, stop laughing:
realize that I'm old enough to be your dad;
I'm going to seehave a talk with your mom, child!
Think about your destiny, try to be smart;
babies can wait, they aren't gorgeous dolls
you can play with: they need more than hugs,
worry about your education, play the main part!
Be a princess and wait for your prince charming,
he will come and take you to his palace smiling:
read classic fairy tales, live out your fantasy, child:
they will make you grow in both body and mind!
Silly girls become mothers too soon and do regret
the company of their friends, they can't and hang out,
watch the rising stars of pop and sing along with them;
worst of all: they haven't learned the National Anthem!
The father of your child didn't want to stay
and play his role, he's messing around
with another girl; he's not home bound:
his mind is free, his hair will not turn grey!
Understand that being a dedicated mom isn't fun;
raising a baby takes a lot of patience on hard days:
do you wish you were reading classic fairy tales,
or punish yourself, go to a convent and be a nun?
Read classic fairy tales before hearing wedding bells,
marriage is a serious matter, it keeps girls in a cage,
you are shivering now, nobody hugs you and smiles:
read classic fairy tales and avoid delusion and rage!
What's wrong what's right, what's wrong what's not
emotional roller coaster and I can't stop it, my pride I
gotta swallow it, apologies not because I'm apologetic but
because it seems like the easy way out, the words that
come out my mouth don't watch what's in my heart, so
despite how I feel or how I felt I chose to dearly depart,
I'm lost with no map no compass I'm so double minded
because yesterday you were the only one I wanted now
I'm so threw I guess that was my cue to leave fairy tales
only exist in disney movies and I'm too realistic to try and
deceive so its best to leave than for no reason stay and
grieve I was drowning in that deep blue sea its time to
breathe
!!!CAVEAT LECTOR!!! This one's a bit naughty, dear readers...
You've heard of Snow White
And the story reported
Of the seven wee dudes
With whom she consorted.
Well, here's the actual skinny
On what really occurred,
Just another example
Of how stories get blurred.
The facts are quite shocking,
Some may be offended,
But read on, if you dare,
Discretion much recommended.
The dwarves toiled in a mine
And got dusty and sweaty,
Then they'd rush home to Snow,
Willing, able, and ready.
They played sex games with prizes,
Who was best, who the worst,
And poked good-natured fun
At who dropped or "popped" first.
Their sylvan life was idyllic,
The fringe benefits great,
One romp after another,
A real ménage à eight,
'til the vain evil queen
Asked her mirror, who said,
"Hon, your huntsman fibbed big time,
Fair Snow White isn't dead."
So she dressed herself up
As a hag and went callin'
With a web of deceit
She was sure Snow would fall in.
The crone gave her an apple
Her kind deeds to repay.
Snow took one juicy bite
And swooned dead away.
Now, here's one of the falsehoods
I'd like to correct.
You don't need to be Einstein
These dots to connect.
Snow didn't succumb
To poisoned pomme, as they say,
She was just plain exhausted
From "playing house" night and day.
The dwarves were sad but decided
A good thing was worth keeping,
It's not necrophilia
If the body's just sleeping.
Then Prince Charming found her,
Woke her up with a kiss,
And blah blah they lived
In storybook bliss.
What's never been told,
When Snow woke and was sitting,
She said, "No, not tonight, dears,
My headache is splitting!"
Then sotto voce, "Now, Prince,
Let me make you aware,
It's a significant fact
That dwarves are dwarves 'everywhere'.
Pay no heed to the rumors,
What they fail to instruct
Is that though the garden's been plowed,
This blossom's yet to be plucked."
Long ago when fairy tales and fables
Defined that period in time
There's a story seldom told
Of a Dyslexic Shepherd boy
Who guarded the town's flock
From a wolf with hungry eyes
The Mayor said to cry Wolf when he attacked
Then townsfolk would run to his aid
never should he raise a false alarm
The Shepherd Boy before him
knew the rule but disobeyed
He played a joke by crying Wolf
when he wasn't around
He thought it so funny
To call out a false alarm
Making everyone to come running from town.
He played his joke a few more times
Soon not a single villager would react
Then came the night when the wolf made his move
And he cried out that the wolf had attacked
Not a soul ran to help him to fight off the wolf
They heard his pleas but they went by ignored
He was alone to face the vicious wolf Without the villagers support
In the morning when they checked on the Shepherd Boy
His outcome was horrifying and grim
It happened that after his many false alarms
The joke was actually on him.
The Dyslexic Shepherd Boy made a promise
He would never call out a false alarm.
As long as he didn't play tricks
He would never come to harm
The night came when the wolf attacked
He screamed for the townsfolk below
they thought it was a trick
because the Dyslexic Shepherd Boy wasn't crying 'WOLF'
He was screaming 'FLOW'
JSB
Judge Santiago Burdon
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