A faerie tale, folk lore, imaginary thoughts
and rhymes to live beyond the ordinary days
of a life destined to become immortal.
Filled with true love from a prince among men,
loyal cohorts, trustworthy, kind and generous
with all their gifts and love;
still sharing the adventure to the end.
Feats of daring-do, fables,
foibles and defeats, dragons slayed,
evil witches left behind to bask
in the caldron they turned life into;
Wizards teaching subtle ways
to make it through the never-ending days
of dread pirates who build their fortunes
in such illusive ways.
Avoiding superstition on a path
to happily ever after,
where waltzing on the rainbows
casts a spell of magic
across the landscape of the past.
Patching together the fabrications
saved unto the end;
spinning a yarn that’s hard to imagine -
yet - happens now and then.
All my charmed days
now dreamlike on cloud nine
where the fanciful quest continues
and - I
become a legend in my own mind.
by Wayne Wysocki
If you were my Valentine,
My world would be so sweet,
And if I kissed your lips divine,
My heart would skip a beat,
So tell me, dearest darling, do
That I'm the only one for you,
For if your heart were truly mine,
My world would be complete.
Nancy the fancy witch was featured on international TV
everything matched; she was ultra- talented with a capital Tee
Tonight she was featured with pumpkins she had painted up
In apricot and pink stripes, they were unbelievably pretty said Hup
Hup is my cousin who has a crush on Nancy, thinks she is fine
To me her quintessential painted pumpkins crossed a dangerous line
Now everyone would want to paint pumpkins, no one would carve.
That irritates me also, said my uncle Big Marve.
Nutritious is Nancy’s diet, not nigh naughty
holistic homely ~ fruit, grains, coloured roots
she jogs, practices yoga daily, beautifully suits
knows body is Spirit’s temple, not high haughty
Into blue sea she dips frame, pure water sips
consciously serving cells new start unfolds
Sun shining vit D steady all right, light holds
temperance becomes her norm, chaos flips
Deep breathing clear air a habit to comely care
work play rest, due ratios for adventurous year
clarity, decisiveness with peace positive dear
Nancy will so attain desired plans fabulous fair
Surrender outcomes of goals in tantamount Trust
to God's Will ~ Reverence be holy Just
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We had a neighbor growing up…
one every child in the neighborhood adored…
and it was my good fortune…that she lived right next door.
She was an older woman…I was never sure how old…
who lived all by herself because…she was a widow I was told.
She had a beautiful garden…she loved to feed the birds.
Her name was Mrs. Miller…but Miss Nancy she preferred.
She loved to bake me cookies…tell stories of when she and her husband met.
She had a heart as good as gold and a smile I’ll never forget.
She was one of the kindest people I ever knew
always giving, accepting, compassionate and kind…
To me…she was love, sympathy, caring and charity combined.
And I must thank Miss Nancy…not only for all the joy she brought
but for teaching me one of the most valuable lesson I have ever been taught.
Whenever I would thank her for one of the wonderful things she did
She would smile, hug me close and put her lips up to my ear…
“No need to thank me.” She would whisper
“Isn’t that the reason we’re all here”
fancy schmancy corgi Nancy
Dressed all up, and acted prancy
with floral tattoos on her pretty hips
she paraded around in bleeps and blips
Who does she think she is? Asked Bean.
She is the queen, she is the queen.
Nancy nodded, her fur all bright with gleam.
Her parents smiled, she was their sunbeam.
Perhaps I was too weary, perhaps I slept too long,
Now I must find my Army, but every turn seems wrong.
"Where's Nancy?"
My head is hurting, my feet are sore, and I really don't feel well.
All I want is to find that river, the one they call Moselle.
~ but~
"Where's Nancy?:"
I don't know why they left me. I know where they must be.
They're fighting Germans far to the north in a town they call Nancy.
"Where's Nancy?"
I finally find the river. I hear the bombs loud noise.
Sacre' Bleu. I see my team. I can join the Army boys.
~And best of all~
"Here's Nancy".
*Nancy is a town in France. American forces
had a skirmish there during WW2.
Nancy was one pretty flapper, even if it was pretend
The photographer loved her photo the best to the end.
Nancy Carroll, an actress and model he fell for right away.
He kept her photo on his mantle until his very last day.
Nancy was a professional worrier, afraid of what the wind might be bringing
She worried the oak tree limb might fall down while we were swinging
She feared that if she stopped holding the ceiling, it would fall to the floor.
I would tell you other stories, but I fear I might bore you if I told you anymore.
She never has fun, cannot relax and live any kind of life.
This was said by a man who could not make her his wife.
After I read all of the Trixie Belden books I could find
My aunt Janice allowed me to read one of her Nancy Drew books
She had a book case filled with them.
She was chintzy with them, only allowed me to borrow one at a time.
I used to beg to take two, but she had her standards.
So I took one at a time, disliking how she was slowing down my progress.
I never liked Nancy Drew as much as Trixie Belden anyway.
My poems are all young me.
Poems long ago written.
Time has changed the way I see.
But in words I'm still smitten.
I help those that were me.
Help them to grow.
Blossom, cause from the darkness comes light.
Have to know.
What seed to sow.
How to understand. Their fright.
How to make it right.
Thank you for your compassion .....
It needs to become a fashion
I run a group for this .
I help them understand their pain.
Can't give them bliss,
Just ease the stain
Not a gift,,,
But I use it to give others a lift.
I know I'm crazy.
Maybe lazy
I feel such peace and I hope to share
It helps letting others know
That someone does care
That knowledge helps them to grow
The darkest of night
To find your way
Needs only a little light
It's all in what you say
Turns darkness into day
I
Nancy
in this month
of thanksgivings
would like to give you gratitude
for your selfless long and prestigious patriotic
duties as the only woman to serve in the United States
Congressional powerful post of U.S. House of Representatives.
Not any one was as brave as you were to take on the challenge
of some of the world's most powerful men as speaker for us.
I am pleased to hear that you'll remain in Congress
representing San Francisco as you have
since 1987. Marvelously done,
in this month and
so be
it
Nancy Lee, Nancy Lee, a southern handle most definitely.
Mother dear has long been dead.
I can still hear her voice at times in my head.
Nancy Lee, Nancy Lee, She'd use both names
when yelling at me.
I blocked her out quite skillfully.
At times I'm sure it was deserved.
Is that the purpose our middle names serve?
Nancy Lee, Nancy Lee..
Many Gentlemen fancy Nancy
But for one Nancy kept her fancy:
Thirty- year old Gilbert Tansi,
Whose meeting with her had been chancy…
The- Interested-in-Necromancy,
Near a cemetery his tenancy;
Now, Nancy wants him “Necromancer”,
Leave his Hotel job as Hot Bouncer;
If Tansi does so, he’s paid her price:
Indeed, from Hollow Cup thrown Best Dice…
Nancy with Cancer might soonest die
But would still want his kisses like Pie:
A Necromancer- Necrophilia
Would match a Deceased Nymphomania.
Seems the Chinese are saber-rattling near Taiwan
Making the headlines and stoking some fears,
While the Speaker of the House has moved on
To be greeted in the Far East with lots of cheers.
I say, “Go, Nancy, go!” Let all the world know
We are not afraid of those nations who bluster
Americans, free to travel from Paris to Borneo,
Or, wherever, as an 82-year-old, I do trust her!
Would that we had more ladies of her capacity
Our nation would be in a much better condition,
We have far too many men of rank mendacity
Taking our country rapidly into awful perdition.
Written August 5, 2022
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