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Part One
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Elves, dwarves, mini giants, and hobbits all performed.
But last was Fili as he strutted to the middle of the glen.
Secretly clutching his alexandrite lode, he flew
Straight up ten feet with a view for all to see.
Fireflies flew erratically around him, a ghostly shine.
As Fili moved his clutched hand, he turned.
Somersaulted, spun and returned to his standing stance.
Below the people of the glen clapped in awe.
But now Fili was worried, how was he to descend
And thus receive his well merited prize?
It was the River-maid who rescued him, as she flew
And whispered in his ear. Change the lode to the left hand
She whispered, giving him a luscious kiss.
Soon Fili landed and the Fairy Queen beckoned him.
You can take your first midnight skinny dipping and eat all
The strawberries you like so much, she graciously said.
She took his lode, put it on a crown and on his head it sat.
And now Fili, the hero, was annoyed no more.
Popping out of pictures, pulling swords from stone,
Hunting with your coon dogs, shipwrecked all alone,
Rafting down the river, whitewashing a fence,
Balloons on Krakatoa, leagues under suspense,
Milo and his watchdog, Charlie’s ticket’s gold,
Meg and Charles go tessering, Lost Boys, never old,
Wizards, dwarves, and hobbits, James’ giant fruit,
Wilbur, Fern, and Charlotte, Belle’s enchanted brute,
Heartbreak with a yearling, a big old yellow dog,
Friends Mole and Rat and Toad, islands, treasure, grog,
Gardens full of secrets, the clever family Swiss:
Glorious great stories, just too good to miss.
Books promote imagination, candy for the mind,
Afternoons spent on the page leave the world behind.
Reading with my grandkids, adventure tales galore,
And when they finish all of these, I know of plenty more.
I'm just an Elf, am I the only one
Living in the forest, by the river ,in the sun
Stomping and a romping tryn to have a little fun
But am I the only one, left to dance here in the sun
Oh wait here they all come
The mushrooms are ripe,on this wild and Elfish night
The Hobbits are setting the mood
The Unicorns dancing, the Centaurs are prancing
Theres magic alive in the wood, yes our magics alive in the wood
I am Elf and Elf I am,whisper when you speak, never holler at the Meek
Beware of the magic in the meadows, and the whispers in the wind
And when you happen on the Unicorn,your search for solace will finally end
Form:
"And if my private universe scans right, // So does the verse of galaxies divine ..." - from the poem "Pale Fire" by Vladimir Nabokov.
In Wonderland, with Alice I would walk
and speak with Cheshire Cats and one March Hare,
then through the looking glass, a Jabberwock,
as Tweedledum and Tweedledee would stare.
With Lucy in her diamond-studded sky,
newspaper taxis and cellophane flowers,
I found myself sharing marshmallow pie
with rocking horse people for countless hours.
In Narnia, I met the Pevensies
a Faun and Lion past the wardrobe door.
In Middle Earth I learned of talking trees,
and hobbits, dwarves, and elves - brave to the core.
Between the lines of lyrics, prose and verse
flew rockets in my private universe.
written 17 Sep 2020
Old books of tasty treasures
give my life, so much pleasure.
Building worlds so bright and deep,
help me to read myself to sleep.
I’ve sailed with pirates, the seven seas;
cooked from books, with smashing recipes.
Dante’s, “Inferno”, took me to Hades;
was present when knights, received accolades.
I’ve fought alongside of Hobbits and Elves,
as the war to save Middle Earth swelled.
In Narnia, I actually met, King Peter;
no moment was actually any sweeter.
I shadowed Alice, through the looking glass;
as the Mad Hatter’s madness, slowly passed.
Oh the weathered pages I’ve perused;
so many books, so well-used.
A scent filled the air as clouds wafted in, they say it's petrichor
and quickly all the children raced in the open door.
A deluge fell, loud and pitter pattering on the shingles
as their clothes were soaked and crinkled.
Then softly it dwindled down to rain drop droplets
each warm and teasing calling children to act as hobbits
Puddles strewn huge on the driveway where they could play
and the sun shown as the children went outside to wade.
They danced to shake the stillness of the trapped cupped water
when the storm clouds opened and were rain was caught there.
An illusionary ghost image shivered on then in the surface
swimming ants and wiggle worms tried escaping with purpose
it caught their eyes and they gathered sticks to pull them out
the boys so brave, the girls raising quite a shout.
They rescued each and set them in the dirt
as the girls demanded none be hurt.
They returned then to their three ring circus,
plucking stones along the water's surface
Upon their shoulders a thousand drops came
but they gladly played all day in puddled rain.
Once upon a time in the land of the Hobbits,
Fili was annoyed. He wanted excitement.
He was the youngest of the twelve dwarves,
Dressed in a blue cloak and sporting a yellow beard,
He entered into his tree house in an angry mood.
Up in the attic he sat on a stool and pondered.
That night all fairyland would celebrate
The great feast of Midsummer. And everyone
Would parade his oft practiced skills.
Alas Fili had nothing spectacular to show.
In the dim light of the attic he spied a shine.
Fili had the best eyesight and somehow knew
There below the cupboard lay an alexandrite lode.
It shone and magic oozed out of it.
What could it be? He grabbed it and saw
A parchment with strange signs he could not understand.
Yet in the bottom was written so very clear:
Use me to fly, turn, swirl, but you must
Understand the signs or suffer you will.
A Catherine wheel opened the feast lightning the glen.
Immediately thousands upon thousands of fireflies
Flew around and illuminated the open grassy space.
Elves brought in the beer, sweetmeats, firewater.
The Firstborns danced around the Maypole,
Frog dances abounded as elves escorted the Fairy Queen
To her elaborated decorative throne. She smiled
And after a while she clapped her hers, and amid the clapping
She gave the sign that the much sought contest can start.
To be continued
Spiritual dragons – the ones that kill
reside and wait impatiently for seeking fingers.
Hobbits eat breakfast mushrooms
in a leather-bound shire.
Small books on overly large religions.
Poets and their random works
all in a row.
The shelves are long but not lengthy
I lack the space for unnecessary reading.
I write now,
I write inside invisible books
they open and shut every day like mouths.
Few read the words that tumble out,
but the news from my bookshelf
is encouraging.
I need to categorize and order,
not alphabetically ranked by authors
or subjects
but by how much I have yet to comprehend
and need to read again.
© Now
One little two little three little habits,
Four little five little six little rabbits,
Seven little eight little nine little hobbits,
but...
10th to the 10 said two little droplets...
nine little eight little seven little pea pods,
six little five little four little Tree Gods,
Three little tea pots...
Too...So, Little had thoughts.
One main.frame will cost a lot....
So.One.Black hat is what I got.
One little two little three little platelets,
Four little five little six little Gate steps,
Seven little eight little nine little Job.lets,
it's still...
10th to the 10
said Two little droplets...
nine little eight little seven little tree pods,
six little five little four little T.spots
Three little two little...
There's more then one Apple?
H.OLA!
"Hola is the most used form of saying hello in Spanish..."
Form:
In the vast green meadow
Next to the water was a special celebration
On a night like no other this was the scene.
There were many tents with family crests,
Tables, food galore, seats, people everywhere,
Lit lanterns and fires gave this place an
Extra warm glow.
Royalty was all there of the Gnomes, Dwarves,
Brownies, House Elves, Wood Elves, River Elves,
Fairies, Unicorns, Dragons, Witches, Wizards,
Goblins, Hobbits and even the ones who are a
Rare show.
I learned they were all related in one way or
Another when court did convene
In the vast green meadow.
You could see love overflowed to and fro.
This wasn't a dream I know what I had seen.
There were many tents with family crests,
Tables, food galore, seats, people everywhere,
Lit lanterns and fires gave this place an
Extra warm glow.
It was like being somewhere over the rainbow
Except everyone wore velveteen
In the vast green meadow.
It was ultimo primo
And very serene.
There were many tents with family crests,
Tables, food galore, seats, people everywhere,
Lit lanterns and fires gave this place an
Extra warm glow.
Father, Mother, Sons, daughters, grandchildren,
Great grandchildren, Uncles, Aunts, Cousins,
All in a family portfolio.
This one would never be seen in a magazine.
In a vast green meadow
There were many tents with the family crests,
Tables, food galore, seats, people everywhere,
Lit lanterns and fires gave this place an
Extra warm glow.