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tap
tap mine
'pon
torso'z back
sliiide
'long torso'z
mine
rusted front
thuh buckle
zipper mine
too
unlock'd kneez
drop'd
A golden griffin flies right
off the sheet,
A purple unicorn prances
near your feet.
A friendly sea serpent
splashes in the blue,
While tiny pixies blow
sparkles over you.
Close up the book until next
time they meet.
Dandelion Clover Pixie from Dublin Town
Disappeared when the meadow turned brown
She did not reappear until after the snow
March was the time she usually decided to show
She loved the verdant clover and dandelions too
Lying in wait with them, found often in the dew
I never disturbed her, or Iris Guy, her pixie brother
They were protected, said my sainted late mother.
There once was a pixie named Trixie
Who used to get really quite tipsy
At two glasses of wine
She used to be fine
But she couldn’t keep up with a gypsy.
Winter-kissed White Pine
caressed by whispering wind:
Pixie snow dust glints
DUST PIXIES INSIDE GRANNY’S CEDAR CHEST
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Amidst the ancient whispers of timeworn wood,
underneath time and the cedar’s scent
a gathering of dust pixies flutters, luminescent.
adventurous, bubbly, curious, daring, effervescent.
Their xerophytic murmurs fill the attic air;
dancing on sunbeams upon gossamer wings,
these aerial acrobats ballet on dust motes illuminantly.
flecks glimmer, hundreds invade jubilantly.
Prismatic creatures of color, lively as summer’s breeze,
they celebrate the dust, mundane
journeying through mystical realms where they reign.
kaleidoscopic, luminous, microscopic, numerous, opulent.
Zipping back into the cedar’s shadows,
innocent guardians of memories hide in forgotten linens,
their fleeting glimpse of magic locked away.
playful, quirky, restless, synchronous, twinkletoes
Brownie, elf, gnome, pixie and fey
Walked to large mushroom store on the bay
Met a grouchy gargoyle along the way
He was made of concrete, all gravelly gray
Pixie resting in the sun
All the wonder of morning’s warm.
Listen to her voice, so soft and fun,
Sweet giggles fade with the storm.
Pixie nods, speaks of peace so still.
Remembered words from poems spun,
Gentle petals from the flowers spill.
Dragonfly tells what she’s done.
playful prancing pixie Petula Penelope
prancing in a parade beside Patty and me
preventing platitudes from distracting playboys three
privately pestering both Patty and me
there once was a pixie named rickie
whose spells were enchanting but trickie
for her magic you see
turned some cats into tea
and potions made connoisseurs pickie.
Scribbling,
Writer's cafe,
Coffee breath, gal pals, yah!
Keyboard pixie society,
Smiling!
Dainty sweet pixie woman seen through yonder coconut tree
Has superior monarch markings on her chest and one knee
Heard that her singing voice is even more melodic than thee
I listen for the sound of her, as she glows most happily
To, the guy whose life I'm about to change
and those who praise him for my efforts,
I am the effortlessly perfect girl,
who is whimsical in just the right ways.
The one who knows her way around your mind,
to help you become a better person
that serves as my ultimate purpose.
Under any other circumstances,
you would be too difficult to notice,
a brooding young man with little to offer.
I transform lizards into huge dragons,
you sit there feeding off of my hard work.
Nursing your wounds and singing you to sleep,
dancing without music in a crowded street.
Name as quirky as my personality,
was it a fruit, city, or a season?
I'm a rainbow in your monochrome world.
I teach you about the joy of living,
with knives in my belly of which we don't speak.
I'm beautiful and full of potential,
but who cares because this is your story.
My story begins without a beginning,
probably ends in the same manner too.
If it weren't for your interest in me,
I would be an 'extra' in the movie.
This melody
Is fantastic.
This glee
Is magic.
All i feel
Is nothing but
Glow surreal
And pixie dust.
This fairy tale
Or whatever
Be my happy place
Forever.
Now pixies can be mischievous and a little bad
leading people astray and silly pranks to be had
Some get old and sour a bit bitter in life
but there's always one that's a different slice
Lexie the happy pixie is a doll to behold
cheery and merry quite playful little soul
She dances about with laughter to share
giggles and singing without a care
When ever a pixie is feeling down
that's when Lexie comes around
Her happiness contagious away with that frown
soon everyone is laughing and dancing around
If a child on a trail ever gets lost
Lexie will lead them home at no cost
reunited with family the children had no fear
for a tiny little pixie guided them with great care
Dancing in the moonlight by the music of frogs and crickets
soaring high in a loop de loop with landing she stick its
All the boy pixies smile at Lexie and cheer
she giggles and wiggles with so much flair
Lexie the happy pixie brightens the mood
her happiness wins all over and with that she is shrewd
The pixies are joyful dressed in their green
to the lands they inhabit they keep them serene.
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