Long Godmother Poems
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Once upon a time a princess
Emerged. Gorgeous as can be
She was missing a prince
Who can help her set free.
Her fairy godmother spoke
With ever glaze dancing in
The wind. A man you seek
A story always follows within.
The princess found a prince
A rich one at that. For the love
He has for me was everlasting.
The ball the ball as we moonwalked,
on the floor
The ever so slightly kiss on
My lips.
But the prince had a price
That I didn't see coming.
The prince had a powerful
Right hand that struck me
At night. As his fist In closed
My eye.
The princess wanted a prince,
But a baby bump had formed.
The baby took a breathe and
He started to change, but
The change came with fame.
The tears over powered the kingdom,
and flooded the nation
But the baby couldn't swim. Her
Tears has drowned the baby
As her tears had drowned her
For years.
In my family garden, there grows a lovely rose.
A beautiful blossom who helps rid me of my woes.
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I dedicate these couplets to my sister, Frances Rose.
Dearest Sister, Fran,
As children, it was you and me. We only had each other.
Never really felt a connection with our older brother.
Younger than I, by little more than just a year,
you're always there to comfort me in my times of fear.
With my marriage at its end, I was filled with sorrow,
You came to me and said, "I've a shoulder you can borrow."
You rescued me, when in the night 'he' broke my hand.
You are my cool water when I cross the desert sand.
Without you by my side I would have fallen apart.
You held me close when you saw the condition of my heart.
I'm the big sister who should be looking after you,
but you wear the angel wings when I'm feeling blue.
You never make me feel ashamed by saying, "I told you so."
So I'm writing you this couplet poem just so you'll know.
No matter how many times I stumble and I fall,
you bend and pick me up so I never have to crawl.
You are my umbrella when the rain pours down,
my fairy godmother when I'm in need of a gown.
You are my life raft when in the sea I flounder.
You reason with me until my mind is sounder.
You are my protector from those who lie,
Give me strength when our loved ones die.
When others turn their backs and don't seem to care
I know you'll be at my side. You've always been there.
You dry my tears and then bring me to laughter.
And for all you do, I'll be grateful forever after.
If I ask you to do me a favor,
You smile and say, "Sure, what flavor?'
Much more than just a friend...that's a sad cliché.
There is only one more thing that I have to say.
Because you're the only one who has ever really understood,
I love you far beyond the sharing of our beautiful sisterhood.
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Lin Lane ~ December 18th 2015
Sibling Contest ~ Eve Roper
I had to get out for I’d been too long single
I rang round a couple of mates
The Halloween party, I wanted to mingle
Perhaps we could get us some dates
Across the ballroom a witch with a broom
Her haggard face craggy and wizened
I wished I could find me a beauty and… BOOM!
My fairy Godmother had listened
The lights seemed to glare and I could only stare
As the music became less apparent
The girl that approached me was beyond compare
And everyone else seemed transparent
Her near azure eyes would conspire to beguile
She would glide with a sensuous gait
She gave me a look I’d not seen in a while
And her smile could turn gay fellows straight
With no introduction just instant seduction
She planted my hands on her hips
My gentleman’s manners faced instant reduction
As we savoured each other’s lips
That night was a sure thing, I had little doubt
That soon she’d be scratching my itch
A clicking of fingers then I heard a shout
Terry… you’re snogging the witch!
I found myself standing in the old church, near the entrance. It had been over thirty years since I last set foot there, and now, twice in one year, I was back. Country churches have a unique warmth, small yet deeply personal. Friendship, I realized, is much like a small church.
I was there to say goodbye to my loved ones, my mother and my godmother. The moment was filled with nostalgia and a surreal sense of disbelief. I kept asking myself, “Why take her?” It was heartening to see familiar faces I hadn’t seen in years, though time had changed us all. At sixty-seven, I too felt the weight of those years.
Returning to St. Matthews, my childhood church, brought a smile to my face. So many memories flooded back. We offered our prayers, seeking strength and ease. The year 2024, despite its sorrows, brought my family together. It was wonderful to see everyone, from the youngest to the oldest.
I didn’t visit the beautiful beach on the island; it felt like too much all at once. Today, my lower back aches, but I cherish the warm memories of July 2024.
Princess Misled:
Kissed a bunch of frogs
They were still frogs in the end.
Kissed toads, until warts grew
Why is what you're looking for
Always in the last place you look
I asked myself.?
I needed my Prince
Oh how I needed my hero.
Ready to give up, I drank
Potions from the last cauldron.
About to call it a life.
My Fairy Godmother
Was a Witch.....
I Was under her spell
Still I searched once
Again to no avail.
One last kiss did I perform
To my surprise this last frog
Transformed; When the
Prince saw me, with warts
On my skin: Mission
Completed as this now my end.
The moral of the story is as clear
As can be, Mono or herpes is not
Worth the risk.
The toads that you kiss...
May not be so charming;Fairy Tale
Metaphors, may prove be alarming.
Real Princesses, go home
When they leave the ball,,
The Prince was not very happy, not
Happy at all: He ran away screaming...
"Ladies and Princesses should never kiss frogs "
Valeria Valdermare once was a young ballerina who coveted a pair of red ballerina shoes. Oh! how she truly longed to grow up to become a prima ballerina! But alas! She was last in her class. All of her peers sneered and ridiculed her not only to her face. But behind her back in her absence. She possessed neither beauty nor grace. How could she continue bearing her heartbreaking disgrace?
Valerie worked harder and longer than the other ballerinas in her age bracket. Her teachers and their assistants took pity on her. They wanted to have her parents discharge her. Why should they waste their hard earned money on more lessons? Maybe Valeria should try something simpler by becoming a book worm? She certainly did not have any athletic nor dancing abilities!
But Valeria had a secret weapon. She had her very own fairy godmother, Blue Morning Flower. Her charge Carnation Pink Mayflower, was a younger fairy godmother of her exact age. It was Carnation Pink Mayflower who was awarded the higher honors.
When Valeria laid sleeping in her bed, Carnation Pink Mayflower. Tap her brown haired crown three times. Proclaiming each time,"Valeria, your wish has been granted unto you." Valeria dreamed she saw her in her nighttime visions. She had always believed in both fairy godmothers and pixies. Her parents never tried to get her even once to change her mind.
The next morning, there was a carnation pink wrapped present besides her princes' bed. She discovered her coveted red ballerina slippers. Grabbing her presents in her small hands. She ran downstairs and showed them to her astonished parents.
The next ballerina class session, Valeria put on the red slippers. When they began the practice warm up routines. Valeria noticed the difference they made. What used to be very difficult became easier. Her dance routines were also vastly improved. She astonished her whole class! How they envied her red ballerina slippers! Her childhood dreams of being a world renowned prima ballerina had just come true! She would dream and dance in bright colors!
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 01, 2020
***Inspired by Hans Christian Anderson's "The red shoes."
Always thinking about everyone and giving your all
Never making time to pamper yourself
Or let anyone take care of you
Keeping so busy as to forget your daily pain
That is the way you choose to cope
Life is about balance but you have no time
Everyone wants a piece of you
There’s not enough of you to go around
You want to be the fairy godmother of everyone’s dreams
To keep up, you would need to regenerate your strength
How long can you expect to carry on feeling so drained
I believe you know your happiness awaits on the other side
Nothing but joyful bliss at the end of your time on earth
Up there you can watch over your loved ones
And for each of the lovely souls you were so fond of here
You can prepare a grandiose reception when their time comes
All that while wearing your fairy godmother outfit
The one designed to showcase your beautiful angel wings
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted for contest THE GOOD SAMARITAN sponsored by Craig Hawkins - November 14, 2017 - RANKED 3RD
Lolly was a Leprechaun
Who lived inside a Tree
A joy little fellow
As happy as could be
He loved a little fairy maiden
Who was called Penelope
And every day he used to watch
Her swimming in the river wild and free
And she used to flap her tiny wings
And fly around the place
In and out of the bushes
With such style and grace
The Blues and Greens mixed in her wings
Shone so spectacularly, and with ease
And the little Red and Blue dress she wore
Would rustle wildly in the breeze
But she rarely noticed Lolly
For he was not her type at all
She was in love with Peter pan
And ran at his every call
So lolly became miserable
And down in the dumps was he
And started staying in his hideout
Beneath the old Oak tree
But the fairy Godmother noticed
What was taking place down by the Pond
And tried to get Lolly to venture out
Down past the old Mill and far beyond
To find another Fairy
Who would love him in return
For he had so much feeling deep inside
And for Penelope he did yearn
As he sat upon a Mushroom
In a leafy glade in Butterfly Wood
He saw another little Fairy
So pretty and looked so good
Her found out her name was Mary
She had a captivating smile
And she was smitten with lolly’s bright blue eyes
So they began courting for a while
Now Lolly was a happy little Leprechaun again
Now true love had come his way
He would sing and dance the whole day through
Since Mary had come his way
The moral of this little tale
Never give up on happiness it may not be far away
It may be just around the corner, down by the stream
Who are we to say
A shimmering siren hovers sixteen feet below the ocean’s surface
Her Macral fins glide effortlessly, as she slows down her activity
The ocean liner is but two hundred knots ahead; she feels humbled.
Cheriche recognizes it by its whistle; her sailor is aboard this ship!
Her glittering iridescent scales flash in bursts of silver, aqua and teal.
Like a cashmere mist, she would be noticed and revered, except….
Her spiritual orbs protect her from being seen by commoners.
Cheriche sees a flash of purple; it is Sashay, her most unique orb.
“He is here!” It is the cry of the romantic, and it inspires the mermaid.
Cheriche wants to lift herself to the surface, but she dares not.
The ocean liner is cutting through waves, directly over her head.
There is a splash. “Your sailor!” Her faerie godmother says. “Go get him!”
He plunges past her, and keeps going, down enormous depths.
Can she save this one? She kicks her dorsal fins double time.
Determined to try…..
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Somewhere a hand is reading out loud
a Dickinson, a leather-worn journal
recording daily life’s soirees,
memorizing rain and shielding little girl’s eyes
from the blasting words of the sun.
Somehow someone reaches
from darkness to drive the shadows
that meet the body of her child: trembling
with excitement or fear,
sliding tender fingers on the back;
parts the arms like wind that rushes in
all seasons to reveal the lush, delicious
landscape of summer ; then rubs the elbow
down the forearm to greet the cheeks
with a kiss and watches while
the hands move back without help or
guidance from the daughter sleeping. ~
Somewhere a mother, grandmother,
godmother, stepmother, or mother nature
weeps over love’s broken child;
uses her hair to bandage
the wound on the youth’s head …unfolds
her hands from prayer to widen
the window of angel psalms
pressing her lips into alleys
of the sapling’s mouth: a tear transforms her
from receiving to giving. ..
and she feels without seeing the last light
of the night; lit for those who witness
its final extinguishing.
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*with love to my Mom who had passed on*
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