The fog is creeping
toward land
sliding grey
moist wrapping
Creates mystery
in the veil over the water lilies
Soon invisible landscape
how dusty ghosts
from the past
dancing with the nixie
Categories:
nixie, beauty, nature,
Form: Verse
Tina Turner, a queen of soul,
Her voice is so strong, it takes a toll.
Her songs are a reflection of her life.
Full of struggles and strife.
From "Proud Mary" to "What's Love Got to Do with It",
Her music became a hit.
But-behind-the-scenes, her story was not a nixie tale.
She endured abuse and pain that left her frail.
Born Anna Mae Bullock in Tennessee,
Her childhood was apart from happy.
Her parents separation put her in a bind.
Living with her grandmother, she was left behind.
At 17, she met Ike Turner, a musician and producer.
Who saw her talent and became her seducer.
They formed a band and hit the road.
But behind closed doors, a dark side showed.
Ike physically and emotionally abused Tina,
She stuck with him for fear of being fired out of the arena.
Their music career soared.
But their relationship roared.
Written: June 5, 2023
What's Love Got to Do with It - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Anderson
Categories:
nixie, analogy, appreciation, celebrity, eulogy,
Form: Rhyme
Oh Chaldean Sea God, Loreley whispered. Bring him back to me.
She was counting on her favorite god, next to her favorite place, Rhine Sea.
Alas, the man she loved had run off with another – consummation not to be
So she threw herself into the depths. Turned into a German Nixie for eternity.
As a Nixie she could turn herself into a beautiful young woman or old hag.
She had so many powerful spells now, she saturated the ships that did lag.
Watch out for Lorelei, the siren, the captains cautioned their young men.
Knowing sex and sensuality transformed males time and time again.
In the depths of Sankt Goarshausen Loreley produced an echo clear.
She called to the hopes and dreams of the sailors as their ships got near.
Transmogrification and invisibility both at her prophetic finger tips.
She coaxed young sailors to their deaths, giving them a tiny taste of lips.
Categories:
nixie, mythology,
Form: Rhyme
My Name Is Okie
My name is Okie, and they loved me first;
their full attention to me was disbursed.
Adopted from the shelter, they gave me
a home where I was king, so happy, free.
And then it came one unexpected day,
perhaps a present with which I should play.
Black fur, gold eyes, he was somewhat frisky,
but here to stay, so they named him Nixie.
He ran around and played with my dog tail;
had claws that gripped which I tried to curtail.
But what was worse is how they cuddled him;
attention now for me was rather slim.
But, Nixie settled in, became my friend,
and soon I found, with him, I liked to spend
my time now wrestling, playing hide-and-seek;
my days grew brighter, better, week to week.
I'm part Jack Russell terrier, and he,
a fun black cat who now, I must agree,
is my fine buddy...and at night, we lay
on our soft couch with family...hooray!
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: Personification Poem
Of A Pet, Wild Animal or Insect
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Judged: 09/04/2018
True...about one of our daughters' family pets.
The real Okie and Nixie in the photo.
Categories:
nixie, cat, dog, friend,
Form: Personification
Can you take my order now if you please?
Orange liquor would definitely do the trick.
Now don’t go away for my tale is not a tease.
Frankly no one listens. I make them sick.
Every word I say each day of my life.
Sings of rhyme to an amazing flair,
Sessions that I do speak flows to rife.
I asked an elf to give me a poetic fair.
Oh you know how mischief they can be.
Now I honestly have a problem, you can see.
Saying rhymes constantly is not an esprit.
Tell me bartender have you seen a pixie.
Oh please say that you have even if it’s risky.
A real one if you please not just any nixie.
Bartender bring me a Jack and Coke, I crave.
Another chance I need, another wish to plead.
Really, really this story is true, I swear on my grave.
To tell a lie, it would make me fall down of my lead.
Elves are everywhere; they give wishes, this I know.
Now you might think I am drunk, or need to let go.
Dear bartender you are a psychological pro.
Earnestly you know this is not a fantasy to outgrow.
Remember the ghost last week that won the game show.
written for
Sponsor Natalie :) The Rogue Rhymer
Contest Name Confessions to a bartender
Categories:
nixie, confusion, imagination, life, people,
Form: Acrostic
Beautiful Siren from a distant sea
Doctor Donovan wrote of their Mastery
Aquatic, seduction enchants me…
Merman disguised the Light in his eyes
Sang the songs that a heart finds nice
Extending a hand he unraveled his web
And my sister was there after her death
“Wana ride?” was the question he mimed
And I, tempted by his suggestive rhyme
Never hesitated, to enter his mind.
Past the coffee stained collar, I climbed.
Tracing races and faces in the wind
One thousand and One nights I’d spend
Immortal and naked on the ocean
Towers of power in the robes of men
Lighting the coast to see sailors home
Nixie was the name my mother mentioned
And Trixie was the dame
...who bore little attention
The Merrow of the story, is in me.
.... The Scotch is vertical, and I’m a She.Alba….
Merlin, can you see the sight in my eYes?
Categories:
nixie, adventure
Form: I do not know?