Long Fairyland Poems
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Every time a penny falls from the poverty sky, I expect it to be a hundred dollars...the wealth in my heart is plenty, but financial-wise, I'm broke...I am a rich, poor man...wealth doesn't matter to me much...poverty was what I grew up with, though my family was considered "Middle Class"; we still had struggles with finances and we were poor and still are I reckon...teased to the core because of the states I'm in...the darkness is the predator that is out to get me, but I absorb light, so I can generally give it my all to everyone I come in contact with with generosity from my youth to my elder years...I will be kindhearted and loving always and that's no lie that I've been having that as a magnet to my personality...I'm in reality's land, not in fairyland, understand? I'm stranger than fiction because I'm not a fake fantasy, but a genuine human being with feelings, unlike a dysfunctional robot - I feel, I touch, I smell, I faint, I laugh, I smile, t taste, I have intuition, I frown, I tease, and all of the above, so take that information into consideration...I'm sick and tired of being told what to do when I should have freedom before my very eyes - don't you have a clue who I really am from the inside and outside, my trustworthy crew?
Listen...to...my...voice... Let all rejoice! But, what comes up must come down, for my cup is half empty now...
In the hazy horizon the colors of rainbow rise,
sparkle of fantasy from the sky they shower
on the petals of your spellbound glittering eyes,
blooming in delight like the enchanting flower.
Gentle winds from the edge of the gleaming sky
with the flotilla of cloud the colors sail dispersed,
mingling with the twilight tinge as they slowly fly,
drizzling drops of dream on your eyes pursed.
On the moonbeam in the shining realm of stars,
you travel to fairyland in the glint of space deep,
from its mesmeric touch you’ve never been far,
for you float on the wings of serenading sleep.
April 13, 2021
Contest : Nursery Rhyme 4
Sponsor : Eve Roper
Repeat The Sounding Joy, Little Drummer Boy.
Up on the housetop 4 calling birds sing,
Why does she wear 5 golden rings?
Jack Frost will nip at the famous nose that's red,
then sticky canes and gingerbread.
In fairyland snow underneath mistletoe,
she wishes for chilly kisses, but will he show?
Three french hens greet Emanuel, whispering to him, "Joyeux Noel."
Silverbell dreams of little girls and boys,
figgy pudding, Kris Kringle toys.
My true love sent to me a jingle bell melody
of chestnuts roasting and eggnog toasting
under a Christmas tree.
Repeat The Sounding Joy Little Drummer Boy,
and play your drum for him, a joyous hymn.
Celestial beings will sing, Welcome to the New Born King,
the world's great glorious blessing.
RA POP PA PA PA POM
In the fresca of her reckless dream
were halos, multi-colored
Cynosure is simply glowing
with glamour, never knowing
the dream, the wish, her fantasy
is fragile reverie
Is a place to fear, will waste her years
and where her whims have led
It will lead her on a lissome road
that's paved with gold, she'll see
but also cold, where she could freeze
with empty years to dread
A chatoyant moon up in the sky
appears to leave no warning
And words we know, like backs of hands
are not clear words she'll understand
Where fairytales, and charming men
ineffable and kind, deceive the human mind
Who can define
or hide the truth, that's underlined, mistook?
Mellifluous music. is all she hears
Adagios, to fill the ears,
contain her storybook
While watching her, our ingénue, demure and pale
She'll soon grow old behind the veil, panacea of tall dreams
She'll fade into the mythical, her fairyland of schemes
Sempiternal devotion, is not for everyone
For sometimes cruel emotion, will take the heart and run
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Inspired by Silent One's
Ten Word Challenge
Words Used:
Chatoyant:
Cynosure: .
Demure:
Glamour:
Ineffable:
Ingénue:
Lissome:
Mellifluous:
Panacea:
Sempiternal
Undulating hills and mountains
As far as meets the eye,
Towering pines that seem to kiss
The clouds in the azure sky.
Birds sing their madrigals,
While a brook murmurs nearby,
Its crystal water gently flowing
On a pebbled bed bordered by
Green grass gracefully swaying
To the breeze’s quiet sigh.
Blossoms of various hues,
Dot the foliage here and there
While bees and butterflies flit
From bud to bud with care.
A leaf falls from its branch
And seems to hang midair
As if Time stopped for a while
For the whole world to prepare
For this one, exact moment
And bring everyone to prayer.
But this is real tranquility:
When you’re sleeping late at night,
I pause and put down my pen
To watch you breathe in subdued light
And gaze at your angelic face;
And then I feel my mind take flight
To fancy and to fairyland
Where all is beautiful and bright.
For by you alone am I inspired
To pick my pen and poems write.
April 15, 2023
Diva with human touch- for contest
Alighted she from her red limousine
Bedecked in A-line gown, pista green
Till the waist embroidered golden sheen
Satin silk with a halter neckline
Charming face and a vibrant smile!
Stiletto glassy gold with shiny stones
Diamonds green dangled from her earlobes
Clutch in hand golden green embellished with pearls
Nail art elegant studded with shimmers added extra glow
Glossy red lips, curly eye-lashes, glamour gushed in flow
Chiselled nose, magical eyes, hairstyle mussed beehive
She looked a mermaid of fairyland
With rosy cheeks and graceful style
Confident steps on the red carpet
Huge cheer from the umpteen fans
Gorgeous diva of dreams she was
Guys present had skipped heartbeat
Cameras flashed to click her pics
She looked seasoned to this paparazzi and glitz
Waved she her hands and sent flying kiss
Autographs from classy pen with golden nib
Chaperoned by a handsome guy,
reached the stage beautifully set for her
Mike in hand she addressed the crowd with I love you all....
Money I raise from my song tonight will go to my charity drive
To help shape future of the children from the war-torn land
Huge applause and then follows sweet song in her voice
Celebrated beauty she already was yet more
beautiful her ways
Her charms always struck the sight but her tender heart won the soul!
© Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak,2015
For contest: Puttin on the Ritz
Sponsored by: Judy Konos
Submitted on: 4th September 2015
~Another Fairyland Story - An Unexpected Visitor- Part 1
(Short Story or Narrative poem)
It was very early in the morning when I was just having
What I thought was a very good time relaxing all by myself
And remembering all the wonderful times that now have gone by
Since another year had come and left again here in Fairyland.
It has been all to tell the truth not all that great all the time
Since there has been quite some days that I wish rather not
Remember now especially today when all seem to be so sad.
I was about to embark in another one of my exciting journey
When all of sudden I heard what sounded like my front door
Opening and right there behold came bouncing in with a big grin
My very good friend and roommate the Mouse, who just been
Himself as usual said his usual greeting with a very warm hello
And a happy wave of his hand in my direction as he spotted me
Sitting at the table and having my usual hot and nice cup of tea.
This afternoon I was having a very delicious blend of mint tea
With other few spices thrown in the mix to accentuate its favor.
I wavered my hand at him and smiling I said hello to him too and
Asked him to stepped in the dining room and invite him to have
A nice cup too and he told me grinning that he would be more
Than content and very happy to do it since he was in need of
Having my very good company and having a good conversation
With me and update me in some recent happenings in Fairyland.
So he came around and just sat in his usual chair, then served
Himself a very nice warm cup of mint tea too. Then he turned
To face me and started to share with me many things that have
Been Happening in Fairyland for the last 24 hours or so and I was
More than happy to hear what he was sharing with me when all
Of Suddenly I heard what sounded like a very tiny fainting little
Childs voice coming somewhere from where he sat and asked
Him if he's heard it too and then just smiling at me he dipped in
Deep into one of his shirt pockets and gently brought out ...
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
October.08.2016
~ Authors Notes:
To be continued in the second part by the title...An Unexpected Visitor Part 2. :))
A pity I couldn't comprehend
What is happening to my homeland?!
Utter disarray harming my stand
Lives in the clutches of evil hands
The paths we are to walk have no ends
Face demons or bury heart in sand
Bend to the will, the risk in the wind!
To whom would I spill my reprimand?
Motherland, my love is fine and grand
My words of ivory wrap your land
On your sole soil, souls grow and expand
A pity I couldn't comprehend
What is happening to my homeland?!
In cage, dreaming of a promised land
On my life, you have the upper hand
My words if you feel and understand
My pain if you heal and put an end
Rise to a dare and hold a whip hand
The beast took hold of my fairyland
Reins of reign seized by anarchy bands
The world of lies, my ink couldn’t stand
The rain of words beyond my pen's hand
Homeland, if only you apprehend
To your turmoil I can't be offhand
Forgive my passion to a twin land
World of Ivory, my wonderland!
January 17th, 2019
In the realm of Fairyland, winged fairies
Flutter celebrating under August
Young moon, in depths of temperate forest
Shadowed shade. Their song of merry carries
Throughout and upward to cloudless heaven.
Nymphs watch over vast possession, buries
Beneath fancy small floral buds, berries,
Forest grace which they hold the lease. Leaven
Of humor heated a caramel gold
Complexion, as delightful spirit form,
Seemed eternal. Night to era transform
Nature's oblique left untrimmed fold on fold
The things that seem twas only just a dream
Magical solemnities morning beam.
8/3/2019
Red, Blue, And Yellow
Palette of pigments
Oil blenders evolvements
To manipulate, soften,
Conformation, on a canvas I have fashion
With brushes, a medium I can discipline
An attitude I can get lost in
A dream land of fairyland or reality of my choosing
Is drawing my heart strings
By: Eve Roper 1/20/2015