The Unicorn
As I wandered through the woods one night,
I stumbled upon a most magnificent sight.
It was an hour or so, before the break of dawn,
That, in a moonlit clearing, I spied a Unicorn.
Hidden behind a tree, I stood and stared;
To reveal myself to him, I did not dare.
In the grassy clearing, he stood and grazed,
As I stood there watching him, in a daze.
Of the Unicorn’s beauty, I was in total awe;
He was the most majestic creature I ever saw.
His coat was as white as freshly fallen snow,
And, it had to it, a pearlescent, luminous glow.
His flickering ears were alerted by every sound;
At the tiniest whisper, his head turned around.
His golden, spiral horn stood at least a foot long;
Heaven help the creature who does him wrong!
The moon shone in his large, dark, reflective eyes.
Although he seemed so gentle, he seemed so wise.
His long, soft, shiny mane was just like ‘angel hair’;
Curled around his neck and shoulders, it flowed there.
His hooves, like his horn, were of burnished gold.
He really was the most beautiful sight to behold.
Suddenly, he galloped off into the surrounding mist.
Now, having seen a Unicorn, I know that they do exist.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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O Unicorn!
Ye lovely horse
with fore-head horn –
O unicorn!
Ye folk-lore beast,
From heaven born:
Where hast thou gone?
With lovely mane,
Ye came in dreams,
O unicorn!
To true virgin,
In moonlit beams,
To sleep upon!
To dance awhile
In pastures green,
O unicorn!
With feet agile,
And cloud-white sheen,
In early morn!
When earth was new,
And men were good,
O unicorn;
Then leaves had dew,
And forests, wood;
And fields had corn!
By fair maidens,
And lovely dames,
Ye were allured;
And turning tame,
Ye played a game,
O unicorn!
O beauteous beast,
Mystical one,
O unicorn!
Ye did adorn
The ages past –
Have ye now ceased?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-10-2008
poem by John Celes
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Tom Hank Travels With Unicandle Uncorn
UniCandle unicorn horn glitters real Bright
on t-shirts that Glows in children's Dreams at night.
Colorful t-shirts outside on a lighted display
it will attract customers to come my way.
On Easter Sunday while Krendolls walk by
one particular Character caught my eye.
It was Tom Hanks who did decide
to buy one UniCandle unicorn t-shirts
with a Fantastic price that's out of Sight-
-For only the price of $9.95!
Tom handed me a donation along with a smile.
Then Tom turned around and said to me-
"UniCandle unicorn is Cute and Unique
You will sell a lot of t-shirts just You wait and see! "
Tom left wearing the shirt that really glows-
out of my Krendoll land on UniCandle unicorn's back he goes.
Way up in the sky with UniCandle unicorn's horn shining bright
they fly off out of Krendoll island deep in the night.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Tom Hanks Travels With Unicandle Unicorn
UniCandle unicorn horn glitters real Bright
on t-shirts that Glows in children's Dreams at night.
Colorful t-shirts outside on a lighted display
it will attract customers to come my way.
On Easter Sunday while Krendolls walk by
one particular Character caught my eye.
It was Tom Hanks who did decide
to buy one UniCandle unicorn t-shirts
with a Fantastic price that's out of Sight-
-For only the price of $9.95!
Tom handed me a donation along with a smile.
Then Tom turned around and said to me-
"UniCandle unicorn is Cute and Unique
You will sell a lot of t-shirts just You wait and see! "
Tom left wearing the shirt that really glows-
out of my Krendoll land on UniCandle unicorn's back he goes.
Way up in the sky with UniCandle unicorn's horn shining bright
they fly off out of Krendoll island deep in the night.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 1,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Princess and Unicorn
Seeing the princess outdoors
was an everyday occurrence
Everyone had heard of and seen
the daughter of the king
Spending time in the rose garden
was a regular recurrence
Enjoying the many different
roses in the spring
Seeing a unicorn would be a very
rare occasion
Everyone had heard of the
magnificent creature
Of beauty and of a magical
persuasion
Very few had ever seen one
only in imagination
The crew and pirate had just committed
a secret rose garden invasion
His smile was like laughter he could
not contain
Seeing the princess walk
into the garden with elation
The unicorn he did capture after
the gentle summer rain
Behind the princess was
the sun of fire
Seeing the unicorn tied to a rosebush
framed by the seven shades of
the rainbow
With a note from the pirates of the
ship named Inspire
For the lovely princess a unicorn
with a magical glow
Was her favourite desire
poem by Rachel Nichols
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The Unicorn
In the land of make believe
lives a creature in the wild.
Sleek, white and beautiful to see,
I become again as a child.
I ride bare-back and feel the muscles
of this steed with a horn.
We ride through the clouds slowly
and a new morn is born.
I will tame his wildness and spirit
for I am still a virgin.
Chaste and still able to mount.
I have the power over him.
Unicorn, my unicorn I fear growing up
for surely I will fall in love
and maidenheads will be forgotten
and you will rise above
searching for another virgin maiden
to grab hold your horn in their hand.
And I will miss the ride we shared
in this wonderful magic land.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Unicorn
Coat and mane as white as snow
Between its eyes a spiraled horn
Piercing blue eyes, a true albino
This creature known as Unicorn
Neither of male or female gender
Unicorns are imagined into being
Strong, courageous soul-menders
Given to human beings for seeing
No mans ever tamed this shy beast
Save a virgin girl unafraid to weep
Lured by her soulful song released
Head upon her lap it goes to sleep
Unicorns dream wishes into reality
By transcending human sensuality
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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The Getaway
The fairy jumped over the bog
To ride upon a unicorn
Drops of rain fall in a misty fog
The fairy jumped over the bog
She was questioned by a warty frog
And as the creature bowed its golden horn
The fairy jumped over the bog
To ride upon the unicorn.
poem by Amanda Dickerman
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Tom Hanks Flies Off With UniCandle unicorn
UniCandle unicorn horn glitters real Bright
on t-shirts that Glows in children’s Dreams at night.
Colorful t-shirts outside on a lighted display
it will attract customers to come my way.
On Easter Sunday while Krendolls walk by
one particular Character caught my eye.
It was Tom Hanks who did decide
to buy one UniCandle unicorn t-shirts
with a Fantastic price that’s out of Sight-
-For only the price of $9.95!
Tom handed me a donation along with a smile.
Then Tom turned around and said to me-
“UniCandle unicorn is Cute and Unique
You will sell a lot of t-shirts just You wait and see! â€
Tom left wearing the shirt that really glows-
out of my Krendoll land on UniCandle unicorn’s back he goes.
Way up in the sky with UniCandle unicorn’s horn shining bright
they fly off out of Krendoll island deep in the night.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 1,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Tom Hanks Travels with UniCandle Unicorn
UniCandle unicorn horn glitters real Bright
on t-shirts that Glows in children’s Dreams at night.
Colorful t-shirts outside on a lighted display
it will attract customers to come my way.
On Easter Sunday while Krendolls walk by
one particular Character caught my eye.
It was Tom Hanks who did decide
to buy one UniCandle unicorn t-shirts
with a Fantastic price that’s out of Sight-
-For only the price of $9.95!
Tom handed me a donation along with a smile.
Then Tom turned around and said to me-
“UniCandle unicorn is Cute and Unique
You will sell a lot of t-shirts just You wait and see! â€
Tom left wearing the shirt that really glows-
out of my Krendoll land on UniCandle unicorn’s back he goes.
Way up in the sky with UniCandle unicorn’s horn shining bright
they fly off out of Krendoll island deep in the night.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 1,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Mr. Big Toe Goes To Pelican Restaurant with UniCandle Unicorn
Mr. Big Toe saw a flame shining bright, the waves of the ocean reflected it's light.
Mr. Big Toe knew it was UniCandle unicorn, he heard of the legend of his magical
flaming horn. UniCandle unicorn knew Mr. Big Toe lives in Lake Worth town,
so he brought him a sparkly birthday crown.
Mr. Big Toe welcomed UniCandle unicorn then Mr. Big Toe jumped on his saddled back,
UniCandle's wings opened up to fly to Pelican Restaurant really fast.
UniCandle unicorn had a coupon that expired soon,
UniCandle unicorn joined Dave's email club yesterday at noon.
UniCandle unicorn bought Mr. Big Toe a special birthday treat,
a delicious chocolate coconut banana which is really sweet!
Now UniCandle unicorn had to fly back to Krendoll again,
but he would stop back to see Mr. Big Toe who is his new found friend.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on October 20,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Sarah’s Special Birthday
There once was a girl named Sarah who had a special toy,
Her toy was a doll named Melodie who brought her lots of joy.
One night when Sarah fell asleep with Melodie in her hand,
Sarah started dreaming she was in a faraway land.
This land was filled with beautiful flowers, birds and butterflies,
This was the land of Krendoll where magical dolls come alive!
Then Sarah saw a shadow along side a tree,
She notices it’s Melodie as happy as can be!
Melodie is sitting on a magical unicorn, the unicorn is fair, soft and
white
The unicorn’s name is UniCandle with his horn shining bright!
Melodie jumps off of UniCandle who lets her to the ground,
And Sarah notices many, many, many presents all around.
The presents are all wrapped with big shiny bows,
They all fit in a glittering cart that has a glittering glow.
“It’s a Special Birthday for…guess who? You guessed it shouts
Melodie, Sarah all the presents are for you! ”
“The magic of your Special Dream brought you to this land,
The land of Special Birthdays is right where you now stand! ”
Then all of a sudden, UniCandle’s horn lit up a deep orange blue,
The flickering of his golden flame would make Sarah’s birthday wish
come true!
Then Melodie moved the cart with the help of the big golden handles,
So UniCandle could reach Sarah’s birthday cake and light Sarah’s
birthday candle.
Once lit Sarah’s birthday candle shined a sparkling hue, then Sarah
blew…and blew,
But the candle would not blow out, so Sarah started to shout, “What am
I to do? ”
“Close your eyes, make a wish and then count to three,
Then your birthday candle will blow out, just you wait and see! ”
So Sarah did as she was told, and started noticing sparkles of gold.
Sarah couldn’t believe what she had found.
She had received a beautiful birthstone gown, along with a beautiful
birthstone crown!
“See Sarah, your birthday wish did come true, all of these birthday gifts
are for you! ”
Then Melodie put the crown on top of Sarah’s head,
and before Sarah knew it she was back in her own bed.
Sarah awoke with Melodie in her hand,
And noticed Melodie was holding a birthday card with a golden strand.
Sarah opened it to see what it might say, it said:
“Happy Birthday Sarah, for you are 5 today! ! ”
Sarah couldn’t believe it and was happy as can be,
She had received a birthday card from UniCandle and Melodie! !
So when you go to bed at night, and see a star shining bright,
Just think of Krendoll faraway, and in your heart it will stay! ”
The End.
Copyright 1995,2005,2010 Suzae Chevalier of Chevalier Originals, Inc.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Shelly Meets UniCandle Unicorn
Shelly saw a flame shining bright, the waves of the ocean reflected it’s light.
Shelly knew it was UniCandle unicorn, she heard of the legend of his magical flaming horn. UniCandle unicorn knew Shelly lives in Lake Worth town,
so he brought her a sparkly birthday crown.
Shelly welcomed UniCandle unicorn then Shelly jumped on his saddled back,
UniCandle’s wings opened up to fly to Kavasutra Bar really fast.
UniCandle unicorn had to be back to Krendoll island soon,
UniCandle unicorn asked Shelly to join him at Kavasutra for a fun afternoon.
Then UniCandle unicorn bought Shelly a special birthday treat,
a delicious chocolate coconut banana pie which is really sweet!
Now UniCandle unicorn had to fly back to Krendoll island again,
but he would stop back to see Shelly who is his new found friend.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 13,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Unicorn 3
What was known, was known. They asked
the artist who had sat all that bright morning, cool upon the hill,
to draw the trees in front of him, as sunlight crept
among the leaves, now here, now there,
lighting, upon the moss, the dewdrops one by one
sun-sipped; when the unicorn was, in a moment, there;
there, detached, yet offered; they asked the artist how it was.
He said that as the sun moved round and caught the leaves,
a love arose; so that when that creature was, so quietly, there,
it was no different from the love.
At first it stood quite still,
as if it knew what made it easier for him;
then later, walked around, sometimes its head raised so that the
sunlight caught its horn; moved, so that the artist then might know
what moved it. It was love.
Some asked eagerly: was it then as if the creature
drew itself? The artist could not answer. That was not untrue; and yet,
it was not quite like that. Rather, what was known, was known.
Known gently; meekly; sweetly. It seems
there is no other way for love.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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In Contact With An Angel
Still asleep in beautiful repose
A knock I heard on my door
Guess the intruder was to the door very close
Cos at my inquiry his voice, though pale became as bold as ore
I, opening my door looked at the little God-created creature
As he stood helplessly like a log of wood
Please sire, he asked in a well-mannered nature
Can you, if you don't mind offer me some food?
God! , he was clad in a garment, so poor
And he looked so cold as snow
How could I now deny him of what he asked for?
Though yonder he came from I don't know
Please, the little stranger asked again
I know you know not me
But please help quench this hunger, this pang of pain
And I ever shall be grateful to thee
As I lay before him a luscious dinner
He looked at the delicacies turn by turn
A smile creased over his cheek like that of a winner
And before long he devoured it all one by one
And suddenly, the little boy in transfiguration turned white
Thank you for helping an angel says he to me
And in a deep bow ascended with the speed of light
And as I stood awe-struck I beheld what I had seen
Wow, I had helped a blessed creature
What a blessed creature I am, I said to myself.14: 59: 31.15/11/10
poem by Olajide Ajibola
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A Spinster At Mass
She came in dressed
in the robe of a mayoress
Her hair, curly and golden
Like that of a Roman goddess
She looked round
Her eyes, large and round
Like that of a fancy bulb.
With them she me espied
In a corner under a deck
of this unnamed Church.
Behold, here's a Pandora
at mass,
As she passed;
Not even the parson
could bypass,
He stood there like a dead
wood and stared and stared
Till his eye balls fell
from its sockets
We stared and stared
And still we stood there
and stared
Till our piety fell.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Unicorn 8
In the deepening dusk of forest glade,
in the mist of clouds rolling over the high hills,
in the sea-fog rolling in at turn of tide,
what feature of its form alerts us first
that it’s so present, now, and here?
That spiralled horn – why is it that we know
that’s where it should be seen,
that place upon our forehead we can feel ourselves?
The unicorn within us knows –
when attention spirals to a fine, fine point
and thought is stilled; that’s when
our single-pointed horn calls presence to its purest form,
its purest place, within ourself;
ourself; unicorn.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Unicorn
The saintly hermit, midway through his prayers
stopped suddenly, and raised his eyes to witness
the unbelievable: for there before him stood
the legendary creature, startling white, that
had approached, soundlessly, pleading with his eyes.
The legs, so delicately shaped, balanced a
body wrought of finest ivory. And as
he moved, his coat shone like reflected moonlight.
High on his forehead rose the magic horn, the sign
of his uniqueness: a tower held upright
by his alert, yet gentle, timid gait.
The mouth of softest tints of rose and grey, when
opened slightly, revealed his gleaming teeth,
whiter than snow. The nostrils quivered faintly:
he sought to quench his thirst, to rest and find repose.
His eyes looked far beyond the saint's enclosure,
reflecting vistas and events long vanished,
and closed the circle of this ancient mystic legend.
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Unicorn 13
who does not wish, openly or secretly,
to meet it, in some quiet place?
even a secret image in the mind's dead index
of those materialists who
deny it a reality, calling it a
‘mythological creature’ – as if
the mind were not superior to flesh and earth?
this, the very reason for
its longevity – who would not,
were it material, have hunted it by now
for a prince’s ransom, its magic horn ground down, hunted to
extinction – so that we would say
‘as dead as unicorn’ and left
the dodo forgotten and unmourned?
and so, to be a myth is logical…
and thus, the unicorn lives, beyond
some banal death at a hunter’s hands;
easy, peaceful in its own preserves,
grazing in the pure air of our minds,
free to remind us that we too are born free.
the secrets of creation
hide in such unthought hills as paradox –
we, yearning for a meeting
in a place we know not where
where in that still and silent place
loud with silent joy,
moving in ways beyond the movement seen,
we meet it when the looking stops
and paradox on paradox,
once met, we do not seek to meet and meet again –
its tender single glance
tells us for ever that it always lived
inside ourselves; we ourselves
that ‘mythological creature’,
more real than our mirrored self,
grazing in the wooded groves of stillness,
the mossy dells of silence; or,
its wild mane wind-tossed,
on the flying highest hills of freedom
or bright-eyed, salt-browed, white
between the spraying waves and curling surf:
knowing ourselves to be, forever to have been:
unicorn
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Last Unicorn
Written by jimmy webb, 1982
Found on the last unicorn soundtrack, your move (french import only), premium gold collection, centenary collection, and highway.
When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain
And the last lion roars at the last dusty fountain
In the shadow of the forest though she may be old and worn
They will stare unbelieving at the last unicorn
When the first breath of winter through the flowers is icing
And you look to the north and a pale moon is rising
And it seems like all is dying and would leave the world to mourn
In the distance hear the laughter of the last unicorn
Im alive, Im alive
When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning
And the future has passed without even a last desperate warning
Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is torn
Look and see her how she sparkles, its the last unicorn
Im alive, Im alive
song performed by by America
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Tom Hanks Likes UniCandle unicorn
UniCandle unicorn horn glitters real bright,
on t-shirts that glows deep in the night.
T-shirts outside on display,
at carnival on Easter Sunday.
Customers walk by,
but one customer in particular caught my eye.
It was Tom Hanks who did decide,
to buy one UniCandle t-shirt with a price that’s right.
Then Tom turned and said to me,
“UniCandle unicorn is cute and unique.”
Then he left wearing the shirt that glows,
out of dreamland where anything goes.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 1,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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