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I remember that I once called him Peter Pan
The man I loved, and yet a child at heart to me
A name that became vividly more portending
at pretending than I ever could've imagined.
A lost boy I found long ago, or did he find me?
No need for Tinkerbelle's pixie dust because
he flew with me as his Darling,* to quell his sadness
but in taking it from him, I began losing myself.
He tried to escape his nemesis, the Captain's hook,
but too many walks along the pirate ship's plank
proved to be a daunting task he kept undertaking.
I kept trying to rescue him but he wouldn't swim.
He was drifting far out to sea; drowning in the drink.
I called his name but no sight of him was I able to see.
Peter Pan was lost again, and this time also to me.
Never Never Land is a place I won't be visiting again.
*Wendy Darling
Peter Pan Comes Visiting
How well I know Peter.
He comes over now and then;
Entertains my children far better than I
They love to see him, pine for his wild laugh
In the gap times between visits.
Known him since Kindergarden,
Then as now a golden-haired Forever Boy
Eyes of ice blue always seeming to be looking
Into some babe fresh world nobody else could see.
When the children have crashed into bed,
Worn to exhaustion from excess of joys,
We sit and trade lies, pretending
It's Never Too Late; Lots of Time to Grow Up
Ignoring the steady disappearance of his golden locks
As my own shine silver.
He's eluded the adulthood that's claimed us all
But knows it steals upon him yet,
A little closer every year
The tread of time relentless
As the turning of this little Earth.
A favorite friend is becoming
A strange fear that grows and grows,
Every day the kids get a little heavier, reminding me
That sometime soon this last Lost Boy
Will fly to my door one last time
On a carrion wind
And stand there, all out of Happy Thoughts
And beg me to take him in.
Peter Pan
We are not all Peter Pan;
We must grow up one day.
We must do all we can, while we can,
Before it all goes away.
TV has more than the Disney channel;
There is so much out there to find.
One day you will not be able to afford Chanel,
So be rich and poor at the same time;
Make the most of your life.
Our guardians protect us and raise us.
Hold their words close to your chest,
But one day you must leave the nest
And walk alone; relax and take a deep breath.
In fact you must go, because it is good for the soul.
You must learn to fly high into the sky,
Before they plant you in the ground.
Technology does not save us all,
So cry aloud your nature call.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Why do we ask: “can you keep a secret?”
Knowing that if we’re telling them
That we can’t keep a secret.
Explain a black eye
1. I was wrestling with the dog
2. Opening a Champaign Bottle
3. My son and I were re-enacting the sword fight from Peter Pan
Captain Hook lost
4. Looked up when someone said “DUCK!”
5. Answered the alarm clock
You know you’re getting old when…
1. Getting out of the chair takes preparation
2. Dropping the remote makes the show you were watching seem better
3. You can’t find your glasses because you can’t find your glasses
4. You lose arguments with inanimate objects
5. The dog throws the ball for himself
6. The cat changes your litter box
7. You believe your legs have gotten longer or your arms shorter because you cannot get your sox on
8. Falcons are envious of your toe nails
9. You have hope for the next generation because you know how stupid you were as a kid
10. Your kids ask you to watch their kids…and you think..”maybe I didn’t do so bad”
He is sending a message
Via his lips,
on a beautiful lily
His trumpet to pan,
dreaming frog
Basking in the sun
The frog loves
Beautiful butterflies
Sleeps at night under the star
With the moths,
Peter you get everywhere
It must be the fairy dust,
you wear green tight,s
same colour as brother frog
Have I gone bananas,
I keep slipping,
banging my head
Now that's a frog in a half,
the search for Peter begins
the parrot needs help
On your shoulder oh ar, oh ar,
stuck for words the parrot
Hook he will find him
Mick's on the prowl
Blowing his secret weapon,
we all need a bit of fairy dust
None of us mind the tights,
its all a beautiful dream
With light
Like a family we write
Loves dream in fairytales
You send such beautiful poetry Peter,
melting almost
The frogs little heart
Peter,Peter Pan
In the land of dreams
Please don't eat me
A silly old frog dreams
You strike the frog
Ha ha Peter,oh Peter Pan
Brings out crazy frog
you wont like
The one eyed,
battle of the green monster
Sorry Peter you are so sweet,
you entered Mick's secret weapon room
Did you smell the roses
The scent left
By the frog for you
Winter's early evening breeze
feels and smells the same now,
as when sixteen,
except less promising
because more consoling,
contenting rather than regenerating contentious breath
of future hopes and dreams,
knowing we conspire somehow,
Earth and I,
because I feel richer to love this way,
than to breathe evening's winter still, alone.
I am less sure this was not my last daylight
in this operatic, yet ridiculously distracted,
lifetime landscape of sensexstory memory.
When I was sixteen,
my understory was more of a musical-comedy landscape
that would remain forever Peter Pan young, virginal,
well...hopefully not that.
Such confidence of seeing yet another
and another, apparently endless,
pink dawn,
turning yellow,
introducing blue hemisphere,
framed by green Earth's polycultural grasses
and monocultural asses,
which, at sixteen,
I found more amusing
than patience perdures into sixtyfour.
Winter's now later evening silence
remembering sixteen and sixtyfour
together
over vodka-laced pomegranate.
Dearest Child-Adventuring Man, My Darling Peter Pan:
Since that never to be forgotten day when Wendy first brought
you my way, my heart has been enchanted thru and true with
love for you. You are as magical as your happy-thought dust
that brought me flight thru star-glimmer skies, shimmering great
joy from my soul-core straight to my eyes. With you, I have felt
amazing fantasy as enthralling reality because of the wonder that
is you and your purview.
I love Neverland, Tinker Bell, the boys and the countless joys that
made up the minutes of each day we shared. Though nothing in my
future will ever compare, I can no longer deny that I am compelled
to step into adulthood, that such is what I should do, what I am
meant to do, and must do without you. In your world, I will always
be your girl, but in the traditional world, I must let my woman
unfurl. What is calling me onward and forward is all that you
would never walk toward and risk dying adult-bored.
Turn any woe into a splendid crow of much ado, repeat until woe
has winded you, then smile to know -
~ I shall always gratefully and lovingly remember you ~
~Peter Pan~
(Rhyme)
Peter Pan where are you going
I guess it's Wendy you're looking for
And to Neverland now you are flying
As Tinkerbell spreads magic at my door
I always watched you in completely awe
All these years since I was really small
O Peter you were always my hero then
You were my favorite out of them all
In the eyes of every child you're so tall
O Peter you're so brave and so strong
With Wendy and the kids you're so sweet
Forever you've planted in my heart a song!
In the end you beat Old Hook as you'd plan
Oh Peter Pan I am still your number #1 fan!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
January.23. 2015
Peter Pan is off to Never-Never-land again
He has found his elusive shadow, it is on him.
Wendy is coming along with brothers Michael and John
They are traveling across the sky, Tinkerbell’s light is on
Nana their St. Bernard is horrified as they leave the nursery.
She is unfortunately tied up in the yard, as they fly past joyfully.
“You can fly, you can fly, you can fly, you can fly!” Song of warning….
“There it is, Wendy, second star to the right straight on til morning.”
Tinkerbell is Peter ‘s protective faerie companion of course.
She is as subtle as an amberjack lying across a goat-like horse
She would give up her life for Peter Pan, she revers him absolutely.
She tricks the Indians into shooting Wendy bird, jealous of her beauty.
Neverland is wonderful at first, with all kinds of unique levels of joy.
Captain Hook and his pirate crew, “a free tattoo for every boy”
Yo ho! Yo Ho! You Ho! Dancing and singing for everyone!
Join up with Captain Hook and his crew for barrels of fun!
Peter saves Darling children and orphaned Lost Boys in the best way,
The infamous crocodile with the tick tocking clock chases Cook away.
Peter heads back to Never-Never-land leaving us with a feeling
He will be back and often, possibly as a shadow on our ceiling.
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