Boys Forts
The boys would climb up,
taking toys and making noise,
into the tall trees.
Wearing funny hats,
yelling~ were their pants on fire?
we did laugh at them.
Girls Castles
Dining room table,
with long lace cloth was our spot,
under on the floor.
Dolls were everywhere,
tea and cookies were a treat,
we were princesses.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
how do you choose
the fairest of them all?
why do you get to pick apart every single person
that never gave you the right?
Snow White ate less and less apples
until she became so thin a gust of wind could’ve blown her away
and she needed a strange man to save her
What if he tried to do something else?
What if heroes aren’t good
and villains are just broken?
Who tells a man when to save a damsel in distress?
What if Beast was always kind
and the witch messed with everyone’s minds?
Maybe Snow White just wanted to be beautiful
Maybe the queen just wanted what Snow had
Who are we to tell if the voice was Ariel’s or Ursula’s?
Maybe we believed Ariel’s beautiful face when no one was there to see if Ursula stole anything at all
Mirror, mirror on the wall
why do you choose the fairest of them all?
Maybe she doesn’t want to be beautiful,
what if she’d rather to be regarded as kind?
Does it make you feel some type of way
that the fairest of them all
was the one who got away?
If you are going to swarf, swelt, black out or swoon
Please do it outside under Dracula’s moon
Too many drama queens are in this house already
Thanks to the eight daughters of Arlene and Freddy
But if you are going to help with the housework
Then come on down, and join me, for you do not irk
I am tired of princesses who will not lift a finger
They are the ones who never leave, perpetually linger
Are they princesses? The little girls asked the orchard master.
He knew they were not, but they wanted them to be, so he nodded.
They were actually his daughters, Jessica and Joyce, age fifteen.
What are they doing? One of the five-year-olds asked.
They were collecting apples, but that sounded common.
So, he replied “They are painting the apples red.”
They nodded in an excited way, understanding fully.
Fairies flawed each man,
That no women ever needed any men.
Princes were rescued by the Princesses!
Those ladies were fierce,
They fed fear in any evil that existed.
Princesses were warriors of their own kingdoms,
Hailed by Kings and Queens.
Knowledge was a knife knot in their keys.
They were the omen of our specimen.
I will be the princess of the dynasty
The princess of the corkscrew
The princess of the underwear drawer
There is a lot of laughter
Sybil does not understand the others.
She is not amused or laughing
She gets out her tarot cards and her runes.
Begins plotting the spells that will transmogrify the others
Pretty pancake peacock pointedly persuaded powerhouse pig
To publicly plan porcupine’s playful pink planetary probability placement.
Pleasure palace princesses provided puny particulars providing big
Porky plebes who placated porcupines, poking peacock’s replacement.
Hollyhock princesses provides a happy team.
Showing up marvelously in July’s early sunbeam.
Their lovely pink fuzziness shows no glare or loud sheen
They are as pretty as any beauty of sweet sixteen
Hollyhock princesses showing the garden off just so.
We can see their height no matter what our row.
They entice a delight as they tower and they grow.
Giving our garden as special warm spiritual glow.
His
Twinkling
Kiss hisses
How he will miss
princesses when homeward tiredly he plods.
We see his sweetest farewell kiss; so I'll,
Letting them kiss
As they wish,
Gently
Pass.
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*3rd Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 1, 2020)
Sept. 21, 2020
Double Tetractys 3 Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Eve Roper
Princesses rise
From the ashes
Beyond rainbow
Her glory days
Unicorns
Their cone
Revered by princesses
Born fresh from rainbow’s belly
Beauteous and magnificent
Fleeting power glimpses
The magical
Unicorns
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Many of them are on the list
But our angels with their support is boundless ever since
Very talented poets, so welcoming…they lovingly encourage
To snuggle down in our second home as we share, spill the ink.
Since my lines of poem are only limited to ten
Get one more, Princess Sarah K and no more line so I end.
November 17, 2016 7.40pm
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Pretty princesses
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Very beautiful
Just like you!
In a land, in a time of a present day,
live the princesses of a forgotten castle,
that has been thrown away.
It is always 940,
that is what they say.
We will beg to differ in any way.
We are the women who are mothers, sisters, friends, and lovers.
We are the one's that are trapped,
and under all others.
We have been thrown in a cage,
and locked up.
Not even the sound of a clock...tick tock, tick tock.
We are scared, we are hungry, and we are tired.
But, they don't care and they don't even hide it.
The princesses here are no longer happy and free,
and I won't pretend this is the life you want to lead.
We cry,
but pretend we are fine.
We smile,
but inside we are dying.
Inside all the facts,
none of them untrue.
All told by the prisoners of 940,
who used to be princesses too.
Young ladies don’t cast your pearls before swine,
For their motives have many warning signs,
Cherish your beauty in everyway,
My darling sisters think twice before your so quick to lay,
Don’t become another statistic,
Remember your body is purely artistic,
Don’t sell your soul to a ravenous fool,
This is not just a promise, it is a lifelong tool,
Young princess, that’s who you really are,
Spare yourselves the unnecessary scars,
For out of the heart comes lies and deceit,
While you’re looking for love,
They are looking for fresh flesh to eat,
My angels, guard your treasure above all,
For at any moment you may slip up and fall,
Charm is deceptive and kisses from an enemy come with a price,
Don’t allow a void inside to become a blinded vice,
My darlings, saver your purity and youth,
Someday the right one will come to you with respect and truth,
Just be patient, and love yourself first,
Look above if you question your worth,
For a rose so beautiful and rare,
Has no idea what heaven has prepared.
By: Sabina Nicole
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