.
whilst thuh scop
cloak'd royal-blue
en
gazing 'cross thuh prairie
'vision'n embrasure
uh'citadel'z
grandiose overtook'em
delusionz
uv thuh trap'd damzel
an emerald crown
bottling an auburn tress'd
pink princess
leap'n from thuh castle'z citadel
thus
tramp he did 'to hern az
bastion
az down hern
az feather
thuh
float'did
into grateful
hiz
torso'z limbz
hern flood'en
auburn
thuh bard'z think
vim
Cinderella kicked off her shoes,
looked down at black and blue and bruise.
“Is anything worth this?
Honestly, he’s all yours sis!
Without a man, what do I lose?”
He was called ‘Charming’, no name had he,
but lover, leader and King he’d be.
He chased women who left;
dating, he’d never be deft.
A wife: the only future he could see.
The sun awakens me in May
unlike in January
when it sleeps so long
the morn’s nearly gone
And when it does awaken
it takes its sweet time
fancies itself a prince or a king
~ the day long since taken wing
I know your not real,
And I’m trying to hard to run,
But I feel myself falling for you,
For Some like you,
For Someone not real,
But I know I’m lying to myself,
I know someone like you exists out there…,
Just saying it seems more Easier then just hoping ,
Saying “there not real” or,
“They just wouldn’t like someone like me”,
Compared to clinging onto a thin string of hope,
The truth is,
I’m fine with you,
And you are my preference,
Some handsome,
Charming ,
Confident,
And strong woman,
And…I’d love the princess treatment,
These butterflies in my stomach I feel,
This giddy feeling of the thoughts of you,
…they tell me…These feeling. ARE for someone,
Someone like you
someone I hope is true and real,
Just the feeling of being in your arms,
Just for you whispering of sweet nothings,
How you’d comfort me if I broke down,
It makes me feel so safe.
-Kitsuko Dragonstar
Prince charmer
The older you get
The more handsome you get
Yes you can't stop getting old
Every year
That is because God made life
That way
You have no control of that
Only God has control of that
Because he made life that way
Also you are not going to live forever
You need to die some day
Yes I know that you don't want to think
About that
Dainty damsel flies to meet her prince
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Wilhemina waited for someone to save her
to extricate her from a bad situation
where was prince charming? That handsome cur?
She was ready for her victorious freedom celebration
She has read too many faerie tales her mother said
She could easily have saved herself, if she’d used her head
But no, she spends her day reading romance novels in bed
Prince Charming bypassed her decades ago, so she wallows instead.
Today we praise God's precious only Son
Who gave His life so that our lives live on
He suffered pain, being nailed to a cross
To the world it was a sorrowful loss.
Lonesome hearts are aware how it does feel
Mother Marys sore heart did never heal
From losing her resplendent precious boy
Who came from Heaven, her pride and her joy.
Upon angel wings that will never cease
Breath of God flows o'er the whispering breeze
To enter hearts with His love, joy and grace
From the creator of the human race.
Bless Jesus who is there to hear our prayers
To guide us, though we may be unaware
That He sees all and redeems every fall
With His salvation to one and to all.
Pray constantly all worldly wars will cease
Gloria in abundance, induce peace.
I am grateful for understanding Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s advice
Which I offer to you with my affection:
“Love does not consist of gazing at each other
but in looking outward together in the same direction.
*
Star
weary
sorrow tears
Zillions flicker
dimming lightened gifts
bloodblack diamonds spinning
Flames flash skies into near night
Cosmic scales—fallen world's despairs
Dark-Star reaps ringed scarlet horizons
shooting star dissipating downward
Jaded stones form constellations
best poet’s mouth is silenced
Ashy smoke rising scents
Black gold dominance
Savoir-faire sage
from its dust
evokes
Zen
_/\_
Crown of thorns for the Prince of Peace
Pure as newborn can calm raging seas
By His holy stripes we are cleansed healed
Giving His life that the prophecy be fulfilled
Open to sinners and saints all who bow
In their mind and hearts that amber allow
Blessed and confessed how He saved me
Seek and find Him divine come and see
Just one more, for congress to in-log.'
There once was a prince called Andy
Who by all accounts was rather randy
He had a dazzling smile
His sexual acts were vile
Epstein's parties were his modus operandi.
Little prince buttercup
How dare you gorge me with those eyes
I am royalty standing alone
My beautiful body being gorged by you
There take that see how you like it
You ugly beast
Maybe that will teach you a lesson
With messing with me
Twirling midst, the birds, pink, blue, and green
The town gathered big gowns, fluffed and puffed.
Hairs pinned and beauty queen style
Purple lavender in my trimmings
Hoots! They thrum, louder and closer with every spinning step.
Violins humming pianos orchestrating
Hands on waist, gaze softening, one falling, twirling, fast step to step.
Her scent wafts through her hair.
All on his mind and beyond
Beats fastening colours, curtains, and violins
Lovers, friends, twirling, tapping
Changing, the gaze lingers on the room from afar.
Music softens the ending.
Prinsee slips away to her garden.
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