INTERMEDIARY REALMS
exotic
eccentric
naturally
sophisticated
familiar
elegant
self-sufficient
every-day
personified
the
singular
visionary
responsive
reflections
distinguish
assimilation
then
cultivating
wonder
love
&
liberallity
throughout INTERMEDIARY REALMS
I live in three realms;
Constrained by three
dimensions of space.
With my spirit I touch
the supernatural.
With my soul I connect
the intellectual
and emotions
And with my body's
senses
I touch the natural.
With these three realms,
I remain grounded on
this earth.
(Written on the 8th of December, 2015)
I can lean against a wall
with a cold drink in hand
or a joint between my lips
and stare off into space
with a warm smile on my face
while I think and dream
of other lands far beyond
the urban place I call home.
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They haunt the castle halls
Lost souls of ghosts of bygone years
Adrift inexplicably in limbo circumambulate
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
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In realms of dreams, where magic is born in the late evening hour,
A hidden paradise in whispers and in the descending moonlight's power.
Beautiful settings, love like an old perfume, beyond description,
Amber eyes burning with vows in the fire of a dream's depiction.
On this earth, seductive and full of love, we lose our senses completely,
Shadows of the past dance with longing, reminding us of love sweetly.
The summer night binds us in sweet kisses and uninterrupted whispers,
How many memories hide in words, how many unseen longings it whispers.
We lose ourselves in time, carried by the wind singing eternity's song,
The enchanted soul flies like a bird seeking freedom all along.
Sweet smiles on corners of dreams, painted in rainbow hues that last,
The sweet torment remains forever, like an echo of unending longing from the past.
Night of dreams, lost paradise, sweet love that envelops us with ease,
We, lost and dreaming, with hearts full of immortal longing to seize.
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see,
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical,
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore!
Her eyes sparkled with spiritual wisdom, lips trembled a whisper of secrets,
She enticed me near with a gentle smile, promising wonders of other realms.
Her shimmering wings fluttered near the arch way,
I couldn't believe my eyes seeing a dream world, unfurled through the green wooden door.
I was embraced by a spiritual connection and enlightenment,
The purple rays guided me to explore new dimensions of reality,
Through the windows of my mind, I travelled beyond the constraints of life.
When I stepped out to the world where fate and fantasy blur the line,
I gazed at the stardust sky where moonlight hums a forgotten lore,
In my mind, the echoes of purple dreams drift ever more!
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore!
Her arms as tender as lotus stalks and her long curly locks dancing
in the cold breeze mesmerized everyone there alike; her eyes
as blue as the summer sky, sent silent signals, begging for your tight hug;
she seemed eagerly awaiting a communion with you, and longing
to give you a fondly caress for experiencing a heavenly bliss!
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore.
The fairy's presence whispers secrets
of forgotten worlds and moonlit paths
her laughter a gentle breeze that stirs
the leaves of ancient trees
as she vanishes into the shadows
leaving behind a trail of stardust
and the promise of mysteries yet to unfold
The green wooden door creaks open
a sliver of light spills out
inviting me to step into
the realm of wonder
where magic lingers
in every whisper
every shadow
every star
Once upon a magical evening, an enchanted fairy I happened to see,
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace.
She shone like the midnight sun—
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical,
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore.
The door was set in an ivy-cloaked wall,
half-hidden beneath where the ancient trees fall,
their roots like fingers, gripping the stone,
in a forest where time stands alone.
Sunlight dripped through the emerald haze,
turning mist into gold in that secret place.
The fairy looked up with a twinkle-eyed grin,
and whispered, “The path to dreams lies within.”
She opened the door with a creak and a sigh,
and the moss-covered world seemed to breathe and reply.
A stairway of cobbles descended below,
to realms where forgotten wild wonders grow.
Now when I sleep and the twilight swells,
I walk once more through other realms—
past the wooden door, through the forest seams,
guided by whispers and purple dreams.
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore!
As I sat upon a huge mushroom her eyes grow large and wide,
looking me up and down in my new purple lace dress.
The enchanted fairy said; I have only seen purple in my dreams,
never in real life or in a pretty lace purple dress.
As we sat and talked she offered me some hot tea,
she stirred the tea with a red and pink spotted leaf.
Before I knew it I was fast asleep,
in slow motion I waved to my new enchanted fairy friend.
She was dancing in purple dreams in other realms,
guess this pretty world was what she was talking about.
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore !
A vibrant purple aura surrounded the magical scene
to me it seemed that I was seeing a fairy queen
I went over and asked her
if I may sit by her side
but she led me through the wooden door painted green.
We were in the trunk of a very large oak tree
where fairies and elves lived together happily
they seemed eager to learn
of my life’s chronicle
so I told them of all the things from my memory.
They all said they had truly enjoyed the reminiscing
and offered me supper with all its trimmings
lots of goodies to eat
a magnificent spread
I ate so much my poor tummy was brimming.
Then they put on some music and we had a dance
the ambience was perfect for a romance
if it’s a purple dream
it’s the best dream I’ve dreamed
‘twas a night to remember, by happenchance.
A flamboyant love with a beloved muse,
Transcendent and captivating, the spirit destined to confuse.
As time currents flow, the hearts ignite and swell with amour,
Unveiling words of enchantment leaf by leaf in a tome like an author.
Every encounter with your visage makes me run wild,
To a degree of delineating all the giddiness like I'm a child.
Behind the intense fervor lies heartache and profound scars,
A trapped soul desperately yearning to grasp with distant stars.
The unbearable ache of healing and moving on,
Flashbacks and memories haunting silent intervals from dusk till dawn.
Mixed feelings of confusion and regret,
With a shattered heart that forgives but never forgets.
A heart laid bare awaiting to be loved and healed,
Yet never allowing entry even if they appealed.
From the ruins of love emerge bittersweet endings,
Unlurking shadows of love that bring fleeting winnings.
Touching the soul to its bottomless core,
Leaving the heart in pieces, sore.
She hummed a tune of moonlit grace,
soft as whispers through the trees,
each note a thread of ancient tales
woven on the breeze.
Her eyes held storms and lullabies,
stars tangled in her hair,
she beckoned me with crooked grin—
a dare hung in the air.
“Tell me,” she said, “a tale of hearts,
of wishes never told,
a secret born from silent dreams,
or memories gone cold.”
So there beneath the silver leaves,
I let my story flow—
of love once lost, of hope still bright,
of things I longed to know.
She listened close and with a smile,
she whispered back to me:
“Every story told in truth
unlocks a hidden key.”
Then with a wink and flurry flight,
she vanished in the dew—
and left behind a shimmered word:
believe, and it finds you.
Purple Dreams In Other Realms
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore !
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Violent nightmares in vivid visions
In a time supernatural charming captivated enthralled
Vessel covering naked garmented barbed in paired appareled
She shone like the moon at dusk, solid full of herself
Spaced in time fanciful quirky aesthetic happily gay
Covered in the purple draped in laced satin coverings awaiting a man to love
Purple Dreams In Other Realms
04/24/25
For Purple Dreams In Other Realms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore !
And with no persuasion but thrill did I start off,
To speak of what ever this fairy desired to hear.
As soon as I was given the audience did I speak of what I held back as though I waited all my life to speak at that moment.
Inspired by her compelling grace and charm did I begin a tale that I deemed fit to be heard only by a few,
"Once", I began " in a land, lived a man who saw something he couldn't share;
A beauty he couldn't afford to tell about and a power he craved for only himself but he had to let go of his ambition and share with his people for they were lost before now and with what he knew things changed for good both for him and his people, which was a wonderful thing to behold and know off".
I spoke and said this little tale and to my surprise this enchanting fairy loved it through and through,
This is a relief I hoped for and I got a price too, her smile it was.
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