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Majestic and grand, a wonderous mythical creature,
The central horn on their head is the prominent feature.
I’m afraid I don’t know much more about the unicorn,
But not sending you a birthday wish, I become forlorn.
So it seems I don’t have the knowledge to do this write,
And so I thought about this problem with all my might,
Did some research and found you something really neat,
It’s made in County Meath Ireland, canned unicorn meat.
Really pleased with myself to achieve such a perfect find,
Then I read, you can’t eat the meat ~ just blows my mind.
Seems the contents are torn apart stuffed unicorn parts,
Imagine someone thinking up this item, they had the smarts.
Well Poet ~ Destroyer, wish you the very best birthday,
Sorry my poem on unicorns didn’t have more to say.
View the ad on www.thinkgeek.com its really sweet,
And I hope the joys of your Birthday are truly complete.
*IN HONOUR OF POET ~ DESTROYER’S BIRTHDAY
OCTOBER 7*
Written by Lee Ramage with love!
October 3, 2012
For Poet ~ Destroyer’s contest
“Spoil me- with Unicorn poems”
Roses, apples, lemons, cinnamon, whipped cream, clouds
Colors, smells, patterns, textures, the world is on fire with fun
Pirates, gargoyles, dragons, unicorns, faeries, cats and Christmas trees
Majesty of the world, schizophrenia of the imagination, so much to do!
The dancing world of self, mystified by feelings gave me a taste today.
Reminding me of the things I need to slow down and notice again.
Fluff, dazzle, the wrinkles, the polka dots, the oranges and pinks.
Silver and gold, clanging and laughing. I smile at what is coming forth.
Choices my grandmothers never had are dancing in my lap.
Not tied to a kettle, or a bed, my freedoms are all over hell and back.
Roses, apples, lemons, cinnamon, whipped cream, clouds.
I lie in the sun soaking up the universe,
Loving what I had missed yesterday.
You are a confident poet, who understands doppelganger whimsy.
An optimist with a belief in the power of the Lord, you believe in fairies.
A lone wolf, you are possibly divorced or separated, with a new love.
A woman whose heart has captured your own; and she sings well too.
Unafraid to write unpopular subjects like hell, grim reaper, and torture.
Your imagination takes you places some poets could never hope to go.
You do not like cleaning, but you do love rainbows and your lazy Tom cat.
A protector of women, you want to be a life-long partner, a husband.
You write of warrior women, and they are strong and super confident.
On the flip side, you write of women who are wolves in sheep’s clothing.
I feel you may have been burned by one of those in a sad painful way.
A friend has also betrayed you; thus “true friends are like unicorns”.
Your imagination is keen and your pen is sharp, thus reading was fun.
Your forty-five poems were easily read due to your sense of humor.
I applaud your poetry and shall now be a follower of you for sure.
I jotted several notes, and for sure will be taking your ideas in new directions.
Annabelle Albatross’s amazing aquatics astound audiences at Atlantic airshows.
Bill Beaver’s barrel-rolling barely bumps bobbing buoys.
Crustaceans crowd cramped coves. Charlie Crab cowers, camouflaged creatively.
Dennis Dolphin dives deeply dragging down desirable delicacies.
Elegant electric eels electrify everything. Edgar Eel eats extensively.
Fancy Fanny Flounder flaunts fluorescent fins.
Gigantic gems glisten, giving George Guppy giggles.
Henrietta Hippo holds hands harmoniously hugging Henry Hippo.
Isabella Ibis is inching inland. Infant Iris Ibex idles indoors.
Jeremiah Jellyfish jests joyfully. Juvenile jellyfish join Jeremiah.
Kibitzing Kingfishers keep kids kicking. Katy Kingfisher knits knickerbockers.
Luminescent ladybugs land lightly. Light-hearted, lily-white lizards lounge leisurely.
Many manatee move marvelously, making mini musical masterpieces.
Noone notices ninety needlefish nestled neatly near nets.
Oscar Octopus ogles Ophelia Octopus openly. Ophelia observes Oscar’s oddities.
Pretty Penny Platypus playfully poses.
Quirky Quincy Quail quickly quits quacking.
Racy Rhonda Rattlesnake ran races ‘round round racetracks.
Sassy Sammy Salamander snoozed silently, snorting sand.
Tarsiers traverse terribly tall trees trying to track tiny termites.
Unique umbrellabirds update unclear unicorns under umbrellas.
Voiceless vultures vacate very vivid vegetation.
Wally weasel watches walrus’s wade, wisely waiting.
Xena x-rayed Xyli Xenops.
Young Yuri Yak yelled “Yuck! Yogurt!”
Zombie zebras zip-lined, zealous zookeepers zig-zagged.
Started July, 1996
Finished Feb, 2018
So far I've done everything I could possibly do this year.
I've given thorough thought to cleaning up my act.
These early-day hours have been rough-house
The storm shudders inside me are all grimy, they need tending to,
I just need to find them first.
So tired from last night,
Riding unicorns through the stars.
(No one believes me.)
Trouble is we're all blinking too fast for our own good as it is.
I've done everything I've promised to do this year, so far,
And I haven't even made the promises yet.
That's how interesting I've been lately.
You have no idea how hard it is to be this interesting.
Riding Bellyglow through the thrushes of song birds...
I probably don't know, either.
What a bucket of letters this is.
Thanks for Peking, thanks for Hong Kong.
Happy New Year.
It’s a game that began when he was young.
Apparently it was something he just had to know
He and his Dad were watching the clouds when he asked,
“Daddy, where do all these clouds go?”
“As they’ve move across the sky…how cool would it be knowing
Where they all end up…where they all are going.”
He remembers his dad sitting up…this innocent question making him proud.
“That depends”, he said, “it’s different…for each and every cloud.”
“You see that shark up there?” he said pointing…
”The one that’s moving in slow motion..
I imagine he’s swimming in the breeze…on his way out to the ocean.”
“That angel is heading off to heaven…see how his wings are flowing…
and see that devil over there…I think we know where he is going.”
“And now it’s your turn.” His dad said, “Set your imagination free!
Take a look at all these clouds…and tell me what you see.”
“OK”, he smiled, “I see a dragon!”…then his eyes got big and bright
“He’s flying pretty fast…and look! Behind him is a knight.”
“See that big cloud over there? It looks just like a ship to me.
I imagine it has a crew of pirates…and they’re heading out to sea.”
And from that simple beginning a life-long game was born
finding elephants and horses…castles…and unicorns.
Watching clouds float across the sky…moving fast or moving slow
finding shapes and forms and faces…and imagining where they go.
Today his memory drifts to that day so many years ago…
When he overhears his son ask his father…
“Grandpa….where do all these clouds go?”
Back when girlish daydreams
rode the ether like coal-glowy-clouds
my featly feet kept a beat in spring grass
as I flounced with Romany winds—
breezy-gypsy-lips brushed my cheek
as I whirled in his imaginary arms
‘til I fell over on pillows of clover…
white fields of clover did pillow my dreams
as slow-motion-cumulus shape-shifted
into what I wanted to see
I found you where you stood
a wizard-well made of stone
there you sang
your mouth O-pen
like the eye-of-the-storm
and oh— with fluent depth
your slippery rime beguiled my mind
June wind— a flowy fifer
blew across your rounded rim—
folksy-fife twisted petticoat heartstrings…
my wishes stitched my seams bewitched
—hopes bloomed
like soft-stemmed peonies twined
by choke-hold-vines
in the season before my summer solstice
when skirt-pleats still hid shy knees
how was I to know
wishing for lambs from edelweiss
was as fictive as sugarcane unicorns
so I dared not damage the magic
with doubt’s dent
as I cast blindfolded coins
weighed down with cinder-block-hope
in fealty to a wishing-well deity
who made ethereal echoes of my name
—yet callous your schemes pitching dreams
as empty now as this fool but for my shame
back then life was unmapped—until clover fields
became sneak-away-streets paved with your name
where remains of yesterday’s wishes lay
like burned-out cars along couldn’t-care-less curbs
I believe in faeries, unicorns, gargoyles, plant life, elves, and spirit orbs.
Magic is not a giant leap in my world;
it is not merely accepted but embraced.
I believe in goodness, hope, and the luck of handsome leprechauns.
Mysticism is within my reach,
accenting my own unique talents and powers.
I believe in sunsets, moonbeams, pixie dust, and clairaudience.
My experiences have paraded forth
a truth I could have never conjured in my own imagination.
My spirit guides, power animals, and familiars are working constantly.
Giving me the open heart I need to do my work in this abstract word.
The ghetto's, estates
Of this corporate world
The profits they make
Stomach's churl
Posh offices
Limousine rides
They take each day
In their strides
Weapons are sold
To kill our troops
Friendly fire
Technology scoop
Bankers bonus's
Like third world debt
In boardroom discussions
All preset
Fuel prices
Electricity
Can be taken from nature
Greed's simplicity
Then there came a day
It was their fantasy no more
Countries in turmoil
Financial war
From out of this world
To save the new born
Our future
Saved by Angels and Unicorns
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life.php
The light is thinning.
A ragged man struggles
to carry an unboxed
large plasma screen.
He is walking it home,
he has no home
still, he is walking it,
but now it's raining
the TV becomes
a slippery umbrella.
There is so little light to be had,
no one goes to the park
not even to stare at the sky,
not even to walk a dog,
not even to smoke a cigarette
huddled behind
a dripping tree trunk.
A TV slides down
a slick grassy bank.
A bad day for minstrels,
knights and stray unicorns.
An old woman,
hands wrapped
in fingerless wool,
tugs at an abandoned
plasma screen.
After sliding down a grassy bank
she gives up.
Beetles spill out of a ruck of turf.
Her heels disappear into a gray light.
The beetles take shelter
under a large television.