Long Fantasia Poems
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You arrive like a rumor of dawn,white as a wish before it is spoken,a long bright curve of couragethreading the sky.
Your scales catch the sunlike coins from a forgotten kingdom,and your laughter—if dragons can laugh—rolls warm as thunder over the plains of Fantasia.
Beneath your wings,the world remembers how to be wondrous:swamps shimmer,ruins breathe,and even fear loosens its grip.
Atreyu clung to hopethe way a child clings to a story,and you carried himthrough the blue distance of impossible things.
You are luck made living,a blessing with a heartbeat,a guardian who teaches the lostthat wonder is not weakness.
When the Nothing came,you did not turn away.You flew straight into the wound of the sky,all white fire and faith,as if joy itself could be a shield.
And perhaps it can.
Perhaps every dream needs a dragonto lift it above the dark,to remind the small, trembling heartthat it was born to soar.
So carry us, Falkor,over the towers of forgetting,past the edge of the ordinary,into the endless pagewhere names are never truly lost.
Let your great wings open like the final line of a beloved tale,and let us believe again—in luck,in light,in the endless story that keeps us flying.
As soft winds rustle leaves upon forested hills
And fog envelopes depths of verdant valleys
Receiving a missive from auroral emissaries
When the night that dreams of trills and melodies
Awakens the new dawn of ebullient themes
Poised to wish new-day a blessed good-morning,
Let the show begin, with the chorus of robins.
When day cedes to twilight’s orange, rosy skies
Sketching sunset in kaleidoscopic skyscapes
And stars enlighten kingdom of the cosmos
As seductive tunes complement astral ensemble
Serenading a soulmate in lyrics of romance
Enthralled in fantasies fervently longed for,
Let lullaby of heart warble nightingale’s song.
When spring blossoms on tulips and daffodils
And summer devours apples and blueberries
Feasting on bounty of sumptuous grain harvests,
Traversing the seasons north, south, east, west
Where weather’s the best and freedom reigns
Waltzing in ambiance of liberties yearned for,
Let fantasia enunciate repertoire of bird songs--
Sing now, sing aloud, all the birds of this earth
And articulate the splendor of mortal existence,
Lift the song of life, raise cadence to crescendo.
April 30, 2020
Placed 2nd:Pick-a-title, Vol. 16 – Free verse 2 poetry contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
HM: Brian's Choice 3 Contest by Brian Strand
The unveiling confusion, infirmity,
the stars align with impunity.
To mock with signs
for seasons maligned in perpetuity.
The whore gives a peep-showing
no integrity, no humility.
The curtain draws open triple x,
Priestess in bold neon, font
sirens of the Media Multiplex
singing, dancing in seductive song.
Stars of staged and screened.
Alien dialect, speaking ambiguity,
all Nightmare at Christmas season long.
Oscars Wilde nativity clip clip scene.
Selling vintage vaults in Lots of salt,
veins of carotid archery,
Taught high strung looking back,
strung along by drafts for the daft;
washed with eros triggering
nostalgicfibromyocardier celebrity endorsery.
In Pyrotechnicolor- Fantasia -feastiality.
**** burns Fairytail obscenity,
for Toddlers, infants and Teens.
Minds in utter solution,
feeding abreast of endoctrinating ***********
matching the strike of keroscene tik tok meme.
Hookers-hooking the onlooking hungry
for Hunger Games
in Running Man, Bloodsport Jeans.
On a misty mountaintop,
where eagles guard the skies, a priestess awaits,
like a pacing dragon,
her lover's gaze to stair upon like a tiger from a pit,
her wait become but shadows on the cliffs, closed interdimensional floodgates of
a cursed Parthenon
a coliseum with lions roaming within it.
She climbs the heights of her imagination
to scale harmonic embrace
perihelion and feels a fashion
of her hands rush upon his face,
her spell to again ensare him,
epicliptic-spasms in braille, ink of Sheole,
quenched with the magics to rein in, to reign upon
and loose her from unsprung well.
Hope's forbidden sin to know.
Spring in the midst of times grow.
Longing shadows silhouette with the sun,
Cascades a prism, anticipation a temp prison
for the moment for her heart, as it paces, it melts
the virgin snows.
Then there he was, shining full like the dawn,
a scrawny but beautiful weed in his hands,
never to leave her alone again.
Her joy reflects her resolve the little fool, just look at his dooteedoo walk. "I am gonna own this one".
SHORT VERSION
Asmodean Shade
Wears the night like a tart's slip
Lights out, turning on
Vamp fantasia
Pulls drawstring tight like a noose
Drops camesole loose
Basks in the sirens
Radiates interferon
Quantum epsilon
On a misty mountaintop, where eagles guard the skies, a priestess awaits her lover's gaze. Entrancing him with her beauty and grace, love's master plan unveils to embrace.
As much as my fingers aspire, and endeavour,
I can not compose an exultant tune on my violin!
This violin is my kindred soul from early years,
Who I always turned to if I needed shelter
From harsh realities of life!
From hurt, suffering, sorrow, or melancholy!
Love flowed from my heart without hindrance,
When I played the tunes I composed myself,
The magic stemmed from pathos, poignant emotions,
My senses were drowned in the world of tender lilac dreams,
The strings of my soul vibrated with saffron imagination,
And I was not heartbreakingly broken any more!
I wanted to play cheerful notes as spring birds
Merrily cooing songs serenade,
Even though my inside wept inconsolably,
The Violin unraveled my raw instincts
Better than anyone in this world,
Violin continued creating doting music for me,
When lavender yearning filled my passionate heart!
I touched each and every string softly and gracefully,
With tenderness and care,
As if not to hurt them, as if they are the softest flower-petals,
As if they were born from my lyrical existence,
Every string is unique, and has its own voice and identity,
But together they create faraway ethereal songs,
As if a chartreuse waterfalls cascading on coral rocks,
Raindrops at dawn whispering magical marvels of life ~
I embrace my violin...tightly to my heart,
Life is not a rainbow fantasia,
Sadness is truth, truth sadness!
Your face
is a love song
of exquisite and matchless appeal
Your eyes
a duet of violin and cello
sonorous, deep
Your hair
an orchestra of euphonious instruments
playing in cohesive harmony
Your smile
a fantasia
of unearthly delight
Your teeth
a legato line of 32nd notes
in a concerto played to perfection
Your hands
a conductor’s baton
emoting wordlessly
Your voice
a rhapsody
of supernal joy
Your heart
a sumptuous lyric
a poetic paragon
Your soul
a sacred oratorio
set apart and holy
You are a sinuous melody
I can’t get out of my head
…nor will I ever wish to
Written 1 Mar 2020
It happened when I traveled to Fantasia,
Riding in an old ship called Galactica,
There’s a super storm name Nympha,
That’s why our ship turned into pieces,
That’s the beginning of my endless stories.
It’s my 10 years alone in a far away island,
Surrounded by the most beautiful sands,
My way of living is so simple and a little bit hard,
But I overcome it and I survived as God is my guard.
One day while I’m having my hearty lunch,
I heard a loud sound from a distance,
It’s a helicopter with some soldiers,
They are here!! At last my rescuers!
Before I leave the unforgettable place,
I would take with me my precious old necklace,
An old paper with my ten years of hand writings,
And a white single shell with a beautiful carvings
During my stay in a mysterious world,
Memorable things make me go on living,
For they are my strength and it really my treasured,
I will cherish all the experiences and sufferings,
Today I feel happiness in my heart and the pain finally cured.
October 30, 2013
For Shadow Hamilton's "What Would You Take " contest
5th Place Winner
12/4/2023
Hypnotic snow peaks, transformed into shades of zirconium.
sparkling green.
Thou art truly, an existential,Yuletide,eternally kissable,love machine!
You made the gods of Eros, come alive within these throbbing
poetic veins, boil and joyfully return.
You awakened your sleeping princess-poet’s crimson,sensuality,
truly …..with your sensual,incense burn.
Reborn. I am, with affection of your sparkling snowflakes of again
earthshaking masculinity.
This glorious Christmas of joy, to rejoice,in my own femininity!
Fantasia has fabulous songs
This movie is a novelty
Converts feelings in secrecy
My sad soul feels that she belongs
Sweet musical notes come to life
Fast images that come and go
Chamber of sweetness don’t you know
Eliminating so much strife
Fantasia allows souls to sing
Violins elevate me high
Joyful angels give happy sigh
Imagine on musical wing
A crashing cymbal; things get dark.
Mickey Mouse wizard is asleep.
Bucket sloshes water too deep.
Flute like sound of a meadowlark.
A flower’s whirling petticoat.
Lovely sweet notes given by harp.
Orchestra keeps this music sharp.
Disney’s film, my own antidote.
SENSE of HOPE
openness
&optimism
to bring
opportunity
& potential
possibilities
a focus
for genesis
&sense
of ebullience
to
showcase
a fantasia
of
style
a counterpoint
to
mood of
the time
&
celebrate
postures of
pleasure
& relaxation
in a
balanced
sensuous
sensation
of
interconnectedness
&
interiority
with
ideas
of diverse
energy of
the natural
realm
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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