Short Godmother Poems
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I wanted to be a tiger
but I was a bunny
as a Gemini, godmother said
you are a chameleon
you can change from stripes to polka dots
I roared
"What wish would you ask your fairy godmother?", asked I.
"I would ask her to turn me into the cell phone in my mother's hand", a 6-year old's innocent reply.
Two musician cat friends flew away on a Mexican robin.
Their fiddles were playing, their heads were both bobb’n.
Their music was jazzy, they encouraged each other.
They are finally friends! Said their relieved godmother.
the gorgeous plant wished to be a bird
wanted to fly off and see the world
his fairy godmother granted the wish
he flew back often to visit his mother
she was glad for him but loved being a flower
and had no fairy godmother
Colorful butterflies were pressed on glass,
flat as a pancake, holding fast.
When the fairy godmother put down her boot,
Cinderella lost her soot.
In the first rays of dawn's early light,
all the butterflies took joyous flight.
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
Griselda Blanco, “The Black Widow”,
Female Narcotráfico
Killed her husband through suspicion,
And so took out the competition.
Cocaine Godmother, “La Madrina”,
Infamous Queen-pin Latina,
Her means of death her own creation,
Motorcycle assassination
Poor Cinderella was supposed to be transformed
But her Fairy Godmother couldn't grant her wish,
She broke her wand, when she sat upon it
Now, she stomps around acting rather childish.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Aug.26/2005
The poufy brocade gold trimmed snail dress was a bit much.
But to the bride’s faerie godmother, it was exactly the right touch.
She had designed it and wanted the princess to look her best.
The snail loving groom loved her dress, the very best test.
I am your faerie godmother the creature told Frienderella.
Frienderalla stared at this beautiful, young, exotic creature.
You cannot be, you are nothing like the godmother in Cinderella.
True, said the godmother, but I am real, not a book or movie feature.
maple leaf wistfully wished herself one with the window
for she felt a kinship to the pumpkin-colored candle
her faerie godmother, the wind, came by and noted this
giving her what she wanted; floating her to her desired destination
it’s what faerie godmothers do, right?
tiger lily was tired of being beautifully stagnant.
Bored, she was tired of standing on this hill, facing the sun.
Every year same oh, same oh.
Her faerie godmother came by. What do you need?
I need to bounce around, to see the world.
Poof! She became a beautiful ball!
I wish I've had a fairy godmother
who'd have given me a nice dress
who'd have made my hair look pretty
so I'd have gone to the dance,
And ride in a wooden old carriage
and walked down a long stair
and met my own ragged prince
who'd have loved me until the end.
Jessica
You'll make a fantastic girl,
So, slip on your converse slippers.
You'll have fun with a fairy
In the land of dreams galores.
Your charm is equal to a dress set on a whirl,
So, transform while afloat in aquatic spheres.
Though you soon forgotten your friend of a fairy,
You were born anew, so your soul finally soars.
Between want and desire
few crumbs of words
will not satisfy.
Facts and perception
build a latticed smile
between tears.
Discreetly life catches
a miasm, a fault
to commit suicide.
When will the exile end,
of hope, a holy womb?
The stink was rising.
Amnesty for amniotic fluid,
fetus was dead
Godmother was crying.
SATISH VERMA
gallant gangsters glorified Germanic gargoyles
graceful gentlemen garnishing gossiping gazelles
glimpsing garbled, gaudy, garish glistening gracefulness
goblin’s Gothic genealogy generating gauzy galactic giants
Giggling galloping godmother germinating gingerbread gags
Gaunt, gooey galoots guiding gabby geese to Graceland’s gates
Dear girl, won't you wish upon a star?
"Oh yes, so many stars there are!"
"Oops, my logbook, I can't believe -
with so many children since Adam and Eve,
I don't wish you to be disabused,
but every star's been used."
"What are you saying, Fairy Godmother?"
The last two were taken by your brother.
a rainbow appeared in the sky at three p.m.
there was something tranquil and peaceful about it
I felt it had been placed there by faeries or angels
maybe my faerie godmother, even, because I needed it
there was an instant calmness about me,
I felt like I could slow down now, and be at peace
this rainbow made me feel watched, loved, and beloved.
Between want and desire
few crumbs of words
will not satisfy.
Facts and perception
build a latticed smile
between tears.
Discreetly life catches
a miasm, a fault
to commit suicide.
When will the exile end,
of hope, a holy womb?
The stink was rising.
Amnesty for amniotic fluid,
fetus was dead
Godmother was crying.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
good-looking gorgeous gregarious godmother of mine
guards graceful gracious grateful great-grandma so fine
giddy girls giving genuine gumdrops, guiding GIs to Guinea,
Generating ghastly ghostly gibberish unheard by many,
Gently germinating geometric gelatin a plenty.
Golden goggles glowing good-naturedly
I like these giddy girls who giggle wholesomely.
I bringing a new life in the world
bu ti dont know what to do im
scared what my familys going
do with me and what i done
with the decision i made at this
age im 15 and pregnate and
the one i love aint here by my
side no matter what the decision is
in my life im just the godmother of the baby
and my (BFF) is going to a mommy in her
teenage years
Your poor mother left earth when you were small.
She's like a fairy godmother from a star.
Her true essence visits, though you can't recall
her earthly form, out of reach and so far.
Yet, if she's a fairy, she isn't real -
maybe she didn't die but left you instead.
So, you avoid the sadness that you might feel,
but for the false mother who lives in your head.
Her life has been progressively sad
Day to day stuff perpetually bad
Where is her fairy godmother we ask?
She bought glass slippers at the thrift store
Cannot keep pretending they fit any more
Where is her fairy godmother we ask?
Her prince is not coming. Dreams not for likes of she.
Angel masks depression, where can she be?
Where is her fairy godmother we ask?
The older lady with the closed eyes flowed up through the elements
At first I did not recognize her, for who she was
But my soul did and said “Hey! Pay attention!”
She was my godmother, I had not seen her for decades.
Welcome to heaven, I said, taking her hand.
Without a sound, she acknowledged me in a grateful manner.
How did I not know her?
I was surprised by this.
Jasper intimidates my friends
Terrifies my enemies
Of which there is only one
I feel protected now
He lets no one abuse me
I keep him close
It is not everyone who has a polar bear for a best friend
I feel fortunate and blessed
My faerie godmother loves me
She knew what she was doing when she sent Jasper
No one hurts me now
And my enemy runs screaming into the night