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Ingrid Marroquin Poem
Mermaid
Mysterious beings
Swimming, singing, exploring
Beautiful, dangerous, legendary, mythological
Mermaid
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Mirrors remind her she must live alone
Everything she sees, she turns to stone
Dismal future she now faces
Ugly snakes upon her head like laces
She is a gorgon, Medusa is her name
Athena punished her, for beauty was her shame
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There once was a horse of heavenly descent
Born of a gorgon, his father, a god
Only a hero would be destined to catch him
Bellerophon was the one that destiny chose
One day a golden bridle he was given
To catch this mysterious creature
For a few moments he was hero and master
But an angry Zeus ended his glory
This horse was like no other mortal beast
His wings thrust him into the sky
Elusive and mysterious he shall remain
He is now a dazzling constellation
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My blade cuts the air
As I lunge forward to strike
My opponent thrusts heartily towards me
He aims for the throat
Sparks fly from my gorget
Red quickly smears his chest
He falls to the ground with a thud
The fight is over
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Proud and gallant he rides in a field
The smell of lavender sprinkles the air
She knows not if the vision before her is real
He sees her sitting on an old stump
Making a wreath of white daisies
Then carefully approaches her and whinnies
Of pure heart this maiden is
He puts his noble head in her lap
She touches his horn in disbelief
Her chastity is the only key
To unlock the secret
The girl then awakens in a haze
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Doing what they love, all are welcome to try
Rhythms of passion fly in the night sky
Up and down the maddening notes dance
Many drink and sing as drummers are in a trance
Seducing beats are the soul of the Medieval camp
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A lovely day is over now
As Ren Faire comes to a close
As whimsical stories are told by all
Faire goers share the keepsakes they chose
Now there is quiet in the woods
Wide-eyed children must now leave
The crackling campfires start to burn fierce
As wild tales begin to weave
Drums and lutes are heartily played
Panpipes and mandolins sound
The village comes to life with glee
New friends and lovers are found
An earthly vibe begins to rise
Troubadours can now start to croon
Kings and Queens come ever so near
The night sky shines behind a radiant moon
As time stops for these noble artists
Their magic will live on
The wings of time will bring them back again
From morning until dawn
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Teasing and loving ladies near and far
Robust are they, their mead in a jar
Over the hills their words ring out loud
Under the trees they sing tall and proud
Boasting of great adventures from their sorted past
Among the village folk, a crowd gathers fast
Dance, drink and be merry they hum
One plays the panpipes, the other the drum
Up hands clap in a mighty roar
Rise now and cheer, 'tis time to roast the boar!
Sing with us village folk, into the dawn we will soar!
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'Twas today I saw a gnome, or maybe even two?
They saw me and asked, "my dear, just who are you?"
They were jumping and playing
In the forest with such glee
It was in a thick ray of light
Three little hats I could then see!
One asked me to join them
The other two frowned
My eyes were just fooling me
But in a brook I just about drowned!
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Through the mist in a slimy moat
A fierce creation arises
It is encased in thick scales
Jewels and gold are his prizes
With eyes of dead darkness
He breaths, huffs and crouches
His next move is a secret
Silence is broken as he slithers and slouches
A maiden cautiously passes
His musty, gloomy cave
She does not see his presence
But hot fear rises in her like a wave
Lanterns sparkle deep in the night
She runs as she seeks cover
The village must now prepare
As the creature of fire will take flight and hover
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