Short Changeling Poems

CHANGELING CLOUDS

Changeling cheered her doubts
Afeared mother of many clouds
Secretly placed by a wand’s haste
A godmother who’d offered to help

~ Coin of flipped fate - dark cloud cataclysm ~

6/3/2017...

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Dancing with the darkness
Accursed creature of the night
Wearing a mask of humanity
To hide that twisted trickery
Then playing demon music
Pipes wail a beauty's curse
Stealing life and children
From our loving tender kin
Twisted vile changing
Go back to darkened dreaming...

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prancing in orange, dire thoughts dissipated
quickly flowing from the tree in the form of leaves
in blizzard formation

we are turning my soul said with delight
ego rolled his eyes, pretending not to care
trying to force us to stop frolicking and playing

dazzling delight surrounded my aura
I am a changeling, feeling my mirth
loving my life, thanks to orange

forever grateful...

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Yes?
Question?
Please go on.
What's subjective?
When one applies one.
For my part. For myself?
Correct. You apply yourself.
Is that an abstract, or is not?
Well, for it is not an absolute?
Why it cannot be an absolute?
Abstracts are only you alone.
Absolutes encompass more?
Therefore I'm an abstract?
Wholesomely, you are.
Changeling effects?
I'm matchless?
Quite so!
Yes....

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Start with an obscure form of poetry,
a female role in Shakespeare comedy
to find yourself in gender politics.

With changeling, colonial politics
mask anonymity in poetry
add subjugation into comedy

To mix sixteenth century comedy
with twenty-first century politics
without doubt produces bad poetry

Poetry comedy and politics
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Fake!! Fakers, are
the real of the nameless
with many id's,paper dolls
and rumored boy toys,
white-collard polo's
straddling Marlboro horses,
or maybe ushered in
like dream team Barbie
and holocaust Ken
Golden wheat field,
trade; for black water
God handed "here you go
Mother nature," 
into velvet rooms,
with tantric lust,
behold tight tits
and parched tips,
for fame of child
green changeling,
not of a summers dream...

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She danced upon my sleepy knife-edge
Rem sleep concealed; my hollow tin ledge
Was the naked girl who stole my show

Labanotation echoed her tarred shamed knees
Free falling from grace, cumulating fees 
Have every my gutter pushed so low?

Integument tally, a dollar per pound
Rumoured lies within; no truth found
Flesh voucher paid in Bordeaux

So I flickered in though
Scar tissue hand did plough
My poured soda fountain flow...

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So fine and sweet she art, ‘My Love’,
To tear the eye of purest Dove,
And none could ere but say -
‘Tis with an Angel, that you lay’
And to her beauty, low I bow,
Whilst in her wraith! O, I do cow’,
For both are of her fame –
Two faces of the same,
For in a moment, at a glance,
To Pipers blow for changeling dance
She opens heart as door,
And dance does purge what’s pure,
Then though there’s no intent or sin,
My Angel lets the Devil in!...

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Blonde
Brunette
Redhead
Highlights
Lowlights
No lights
Long
Short
Shorter
Shortest

I have been a changeling all my life
Seeing myself through a monster’s eyes
Staring at my hazel orbs, wondering each year
Why I do not look like my twelve-year-old self
My magnificence hidden from
the others
Blonde
Brunette
Redhead
Highlights
Lowlights
No lights
Long
Short
Shorter
Shortest
Smaller every minute
My magnificence safely squirreled away...

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I go away down I tell you
I go away down to the river
Leaving the vulgar world behind
I need to go down alone
Alone with the roots
That grown strong then old

I need to think about me
Will be a second me?
Will be one who will look
Like me before I'll return?

When the last drop of a star
Beginning to fill up the natural
Pond with news grasses
Where the meadow
Will laugh with bright color

I will call you I promise you at least
I will be in the last minutes
When I was ready to die....

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