Long Fantasy Poems
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The church doors would then open on both sides of the street.
A young man heard Cecelia’s words sounding effete.
He said in response to those words no one would condone:
“There is no need for a car rental. We drive our own.”
Cecelia heard from the realtor after the jeers.
He said, “No one would rent a car in a hundred years”.
She replied, “There’s no reason to stay. I’ll go away.
I do not like it here. Your antics I will not play!”
Mr. Phillips said, “Even though all of this is true,
we want you to stay. There’s a rental office for you.
This place is located at Mount Moriah Baptist
on the lobby floor. You will stay and will not resist!
Your daily presence at this agency will give us
an outward show of completeness that looks congruous.
The town’s terribly discontented. Something is wrong.
We need you renting cars here. You really do belong.
We have attained perfection, unlike the other towns.
Perfection holds in check the discontent that abounds.
You must stay behind the counter.” That’s all he would say.
The woman responded to the man’s words in this way:
“You’ll be sorry when I dream about those things you fear.”
He grabbed her arm and yelled, “You are ours! You will stay here!”
This auto renter said she would not go quietly.
Cecelia answered defiantly: “Wait and see!”
Based on the short story "A City of Churches" by the late Donald Barthelme
Rich, Famous oh so true
they get all the toys and sparkle
because of me and you.
So we’ll sit at our Screens
eating our beans
And wonder about their lives
and what it all means
We’ll imagine they’re happy
But life’s not all that it seems
We can’t fathom that they’re sad
When they’re living their dreams?
So I will accept a life simple
No caviar from jars
Forget the Red Carpet
and driving fancy cars
No mansion on the hill
or big bucks in the bank
But lots of good friends
and the Good Lord to thank
The world is my oyster
with a good women to Love
All Stars aren’t on the Big Screen
They’re in my sky up above
When you see my eyes twinkle
and the smile on my face
Follow my wrinkles
There my happy you’ll trace
I’m not chasing after glitter
Everything I need is here
I know what’s important
Those things I hold dear
Inspired by Nora Gibson’s poem “Graven Images”. She is a very talented poet. Please drop by and comment on her artistry. I’m sure you will appreciate her beautiful poems.
'Twas the time of Summer solstice, they wed
Verdant leaves clung to trees; the month was June
Whispered troths of love, sacred vows were said
'fore fauna, rising sun and waning moon
Prince Largent was soon to be crowned as king
but Mekram, the wise, held grief in his eyes
He smiled with joy when Asha wore the ring
Though death neared, he feigned a joyous disguise
Bodies joined, celestial and human
Festive auguries 'pon the forest floor
Skies aflame, trees canopied with lumen
Their world glows today, and forevermore
'Twas said to be just an immortal tale
but in June, astral light gleams in the vale
Beyond thoughts and forms, I find myself as a wanderer on the streets of my inner Ia?i,
where desires and wills are dreams of imaginary characters,
nature's dance is an illusion, a script penned by the unseen hand of fate,
and in my search, I've found myself as a lost heteronym within my own identity,
an essence of melancholy, contemplating infinity through the eyes of shadows.
In a realm of paradoxes and introspection, beyond the known and the knower,
I find a vast rest, like an ocean of thoughts breaking their waves on the shores of the soul,
contemplating infinity with the eyes of a dreamer who writes truths in silence,
like a poet living multiple lives in a single eternal moment.
I've traversed the hidden paths of life, become the echo of all unspoken questions,
the immutable truth revealed to me as a labyrinth of contradictory feelings,
I am the way and the divine soul, a story of love and unfulfilled dreams,
embracing fleeting moments with a thirst for eternity and inner knowledge.
My spirit, aware of all heights and abysses, rests in the core of solitude,
I no longer negotiate with time or deeds, my cosmic play is an unwritten poem,
and silence envelops me like a mist of memories and longings,
where all desires melt into a subtle and eternal light,
and I become one with all that is, without beginning and without end,
a whisper of the soul, resonating gently through the universe of a solitary heart.
“Follow your dreams and never let them pale
Be the star of a winter fairytale.”
* * *
Once upon a time a sweet bonnie lass
Did all her horrendous stepmother asked
Toiling all day her dream kept her going
That one day in love she would be glowing.
Her girlish charm was a breath of fresh air
Singing and dancing in spite of her cares
She so missed her mother, now laid to rest
But for her father's sake she did her best.
One day when out shopping her dream came true
Boy meets girl and love between the two grew
She felt like a Princess who'd found her Prince
And had been walking on air ever since.
‘Twas her lovely winter of wonderment
Tho’ bleak and cold this love was heaven sent
She could never speak of the joy she’d found
For her life would become a battleground.
Sadly their love never came to flourish
Their meetings being too few and hurried
Being trapped just like a bird in a cage
She wouldn't risk raising her stepmothers rage.
Endurance taken to upmost limit
Tho' his love be generous in spirit
Moon shadow's were cast o'er fated distress
Gone was the amore that once took her breath.
She had loved with womanly heart on fire
Yet coming like a bouquet of barbed wire
A mighty thunderbolt from out the blue
She'd lost the one who'd sworn his love was true.
Reliving memories of shattered dreams
In yesterday's glorious reveries
Tears came streaming, rolling like a river
No more I-love-you's whispered in her ear.
Then along came a fairy godmother
Who waved her wand o’er one then the other
The two she then joined in matrimony
The rest is a blessed lifelong love story.
* * *
23rd December 2020
Quote - Poet’s own.
Her ghost appeared as clocks were chiming twelve that night,
and those around me said she looked the same;
she hadn't altered - though, of course,
she held her head beneath
her arm, and didn't look as well as once before,
her severed head was dripping greenish blood.
She floated, never leaving footprints in the mud,
and left a grisly trail of reeking gore,
the head was spitting yellow teeth,
which shot with deadly force -
I laughed because I knew it was to her a game,
and she was set on giving them a fright.
Though soaked in blood, her dress was still a shade of white.
Quite suddenly I shouted out her name,
then heard the neighing of her horse;
it wore a mourning wreath,
and sadly carried her towards the barren moor.
She hurled her head, but no one caught it. Thud!
written 28th December for Constance's A Little Memory contest
On these streets, I am like a mysterious shadow,
In a world of somber and apathetic color,
I search for my other half, but remain alone each day,
Carrying in my soul bitter memories and nostalgia.
I am a passing wind, in a world without celebration,
Through glances that measure and judge every step,
When I step out of the shadow, I look in the mirror and wonder,
Why all this, why do I feel as if I'm coming apart.
I am a stranger in my own city, a deep enigma,
Questioning looks, deceptive smiles,
Why do I hide so much, why do I hide behind a mask,
Why do all these glances follow me like senseless lights.
In the shadow of my heart, hides an misunderstood story,
I carry my past and memories like a heavy cross,
Trying to find meaning in the lines of this world,
But everything seems to remain an enigma, an endless mystery.
I am the solitary seeker, in the labyrinth of empty streets,
Searching for a sign, a ray of light in the darkness,
On my face, I wear the bitter smile of melancholy,
For no one understands my story, no one knows who I am.
In the silent night, the moon rises pale,
My soul floats in an ocean of thoughts,
I seek answers to the questions that weigh on me,
But it seems I am left only with echoes drowned in the wind.
I am a falling star in the endless night sky,
Shining just for a moment in the eyes of others,
But in the quiet of the night, in my solitude,
I gradually fade away, leaving behind only my memory.
On these streets, I am a lost traveler,
In search of a dream, an untold story,
In my heart full of longing and sadness,
I carry the burden of a past love, an unfinished story.
I am a stranger in my city, a pilgrim of the soul,
In search of a meaning, a path to the light,
But in my shadow, I remain alone, without answers,
With a heart full of memories, in a world without meaning.
Tommy Tortoise was so lonely and looking for romance
His feet were large and plodding but he’d love the chance to dance
He sees a sign for line dancing
The thought of this made his heart sing
Tommy slowly crept into the hall
People were dancing so he watched them swing
But sitting in a corner was a lady tortoise looking sad
Tommy went over to her, she smiled and then looked glad
They chatted for a while and it was very plain to see
That their dancing days were simply not meant to be
Arm in arm they plodded off and fixed up another date
Now Tommy is no longer looking because he’s found his soul mate
Jan Allison
17th July 2014
One of three poems written for Animals Alive Contest
this poem has not been submitted
You can take an agency tour
Or a cruise to somewhere exotic.
You can cram onto buses and trains
Or sway on a camel hypnotic.
You can stand on your toes in a group
And try to see o’er the crowd,
To possibly glimpse Mona Lisa
Or hear, though the noise is so loud.
Instead of coming home tired
And set for a week in your bed
Travel the way that’s relaxing
And see more and hear more instead.
I’ve traveled the high Himalayas,
Seen mountains and valleys galore
Trudged with the yaks and porters-
No frostbite, no blizzards, no sores.
From ocean to ocean I’ve wandered
Seen whales and dolphins at play,
Walked in Australia’s Red Center
Without face nets to keep flies away.
I’ve learned much about native people,
Their customs, their habits and lore.
I’ve even been south to Antarctica
And oh, to so many sites more.
And all of this time I was sitting
In my living room lounging chair,
Dressed in pajamas and bathrobe
With books piled around in my lair.
My armchair’s a magical carpet
That whisks me wherever I wish
No planes or lines of security
Just a turn of a page and –whish!
I have to take my pill tonight.
It does not want to go down.
It does not want to see me sane.
It wants my balloons to pop
And my colors to cascade
Off of my walls
And from my eyes.
Shades that you’ve never seen before.
I’ll tell you stories of a lore
In which I dwelled
Not long ago
But, it was
“Once upon a time.”
It shouldn’t have existed.
But in time,
It took hold of me.
A fantasy beyond what the mind can see.
A garden of places you’ll never be.
A blindfold
Of mystery.
There was a girl that held the stars.
And a demon that held her heart.
That drove her to live in a cage,
Which he held in the palm of the dark.
And she shined,
But resided in
A colorless mess
Of wandering,
And now I am here
Because of them.
The lore of a
Bird in a
Cage.
I’m sure you can see
It caged me too.
I’m all over the place.
I want to escape.
And have a petting zoo,
And a pool of tea,
And a jar of dreams,
And a cup of you,
Deep breath.
For this is why I take these pills.
They do not want to go down.
They do not want to see me sane.