Poems

The silky clouds were draped over the moon,
Veiling the beautiful, silvery orb
For the sun believed, that his beloved moon’s ethereal beauty,
Was only his to behold,
And gently, ever so gently, I watched her flit
As she stood with her golden cascading curls,
All dimly moon-lit,
The apron of her dress was a confused muddle of embroidery,
All squiggles of befuddling thread, bewildering and confused
While, I glanced at the goblet that she clutched,
Her frail self was now glimmering, all illuminated with;
The shimmering beam of magic!
And with unicorn horns around her neck,
She gazed up at the moon, and whispered;
Her voice soft and beautiful,
“ ‘O’ fragile clouds, soft, fluffy blobs of ecstasy!
I beseech you to unveil the moon’s beautiful face,
The ripples of my lake call out to her slender rays,
They yearn for her silver to dapple their waters,
‘O’ clouds come away! I implore you to-
Crouch delicately in my goblet,
Where you rightfully belong,”
I watched the clouds gently slide sideways,
With the air of the curtains of the theatre,
And glide into the damsel’s awaiting goblet,
As they clustered together, touching the ground,
They formed a blurry, enshrouding mist
Though the girl seemed diminished, I saw her stretch her lanky fingers,
Murmuring softly, she swiveled around,
Looking over her shoulder, she smiled
For she was who unveiled the moon!
And carried clouds in her fragile goblets,
For it was she who unveiled the moon!
I watched her unicorn spring up, hook the silvery orb,
On his slender, slender horns
Happily carrying it away,
And just as dusk falls, I stand on my twilit balcony,
And behold faint traces of her gorgeous unicorn,
With the moon on his horns, he bounds through the sky,
And lets her mount the throne of the world,
Spreading her gorgeous shimmer around,
While smiling,
Unveiled.
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* * * * * * WINNING POEM * * * * * *

Let me have it, that something I never can reach –
Let me dance in those poppies that scatter the sky!
Let me drift on those wisps of velvety peach!
Let me slide down those beams of dusty sunshine!
Let me sit on that pale arching curve of a moon!
Let me gather those stars, behind prickling pine –
And wear them on a necklace that forever I’ll keep.
And, for a pendant, what most I should like,
Is one of those bright embers, when the fire falls asleep.

Why always so high, so far out of reach –
You taunting great velvety dome of a sky?
If closer you came, I might crawl through that breach,
That fiery crack in the pearly enamel
When the hot sun sinks over a silvery sea.
And what should I find, pass’d through that red channel?
Might I slip out of the atmosphere, and down
The cold milky-way go soaring at ease?
Let me go with the wind to rustle the tree’s green gown.

Why, Nature, so allusive, so flitting and shy,
Like the soft butterfly, who flees as I near?
On some big water-lily pad let me lie
And down the quiet stream go a-floating far.
Make the clouds my kingdom, hedge, tree and all,
With a palace, all shimmering with light from the stars.
On the crest of a wave let me ride away!
Forever let me lie on a bed of rich moss,
Let me dress in the sky at the dawn of the day,
And at Nature’s bosom I ever will stay.

While you are fast asleep on Christmas eve night,
Your magic dust will sparkle in the moonlight,
This will help guide Santa’s way,
Bringing gifts from his sleigh,
The dust is full of of great reindeer snacks,
For the reindeer to enjoy until Santa comes back.

The wind howls as trees sway in the dark,
Where shadows follow you and bushes shake,
No one is heard
No one seen
But when you open your eyes it was only a dream.

Over a huge hill lives a wicked wizard
with his loving pet lizard
In the witch’s pocket she has a purple purse
buried with a precious curse

The dangerously hot potion
is shaking in a slow motion
The sorcerer is getting sticky
and needs help from Micky

Quickly, the marvelous magician used his magic
to transfer everybody to the Atlantic
The greediest witch
set out for the light switch

When someone disappears
the witch never makes them again appear
The wizard threw some fairy-dust
on top of the actual brown crust

As long as the sun shines, as long as the sky’s bright,
As long as the stars shine to guide us through the night,
As long as the meadows are full of pretty flowers and trees,
As long as the sky’s full of the birds an bees,
As long as the dogs, cats and other an’imals live
As long as theres always a way to forgive,
As long as there’s children, husband and wife,
Theres no way to doubt the magic in life

* * * * * * WINNING POEM * * * * * *

A little bedtime when I see a sparkle
It glimmers and shimmers and won’t stop
Then I wonder what it is
Maybe it’s a…

A fairy
With two sparkling wings that shine all the time,
A little dress all covered with ribbons and bows
As well as hair that flows and flows

Or a shooting star
Shining as bright as the sun
With points as sharp as knives
Mostly golden on the outside

Or a firefly
Glowing with delight
Flying at a slow pace at the dead of night
Not being cautious of where it’s going

Of course it’s not
When something glows
It can only mean one thing
IT’S MAGIC!

It’s time to find the magic
Where’s the magic?
Let’s go look in the forest
What about the jungle?
How about Antarctica?
Let’s go see the Sahara Desert
Let’s search my house
Let’s go search your house
We Can’t Find The Magic!
Guess what?
What?
…………………..
The Magic has always been inside of us!

At night the fairies wake
They fly far over the lake
To a small, small village
Over the bridge and behind the hedge

They go to this village
At night
Sometimes they get a bite
Over the bridge and behind the hedge

They always carry a
Little light
To help with their sight

Sometimes they leave
A little hint
One time, they sent a letter
It read:
Over the bridge and behind the hedge!

In a big loud grand rose bush
Thorns sharp as a spear
Some fairies play princesses
Tree elves Shakespeare
They practiced and practiced
And practiced the play
And they will perform at the end of the day
In a big loud grand rose bush
Petals pink as a pig
Little young Daisy
Has dropped her blond wig
The audience giggled
And Daisy turned red
“Oopsies my wig!”
She quite shyly said.