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Gnomes and a fairy tale

The gnomes totter in to watch her turn nights
Her hair in flames, and people around looking in
The freak is once again at it - they laugh
As she stares glass-eyed; gnomes spell treasure time..

Forests perch pretty on her pillow, and guard
Night sounds lullaby their hushed whispers
Little rivulets of silent sadness meander slowly
Down her past, that crazy, nightmarish childhood

And then at midnight, the fairies dance in
When the moon powder down little stars on her
The sadness is over, they chorus the night
And little sacks opened, the gnomes hand out joy

Her soul in hundred fragments; wandering gypsies,
She is scattered in tales, bundled on folk lore
The king of dreams, and the queen of tragedies
They are all her, the jester with no big mission

She laughs, her mirth wrapped around moon beams
The tears she hides go rolling down brown dirt paths
For now she hauls up the joy she can sack forward
Nightmares and trolls kept away till the humans wake up…

poem by Bindu Vijayan
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The Discovery

THESE are the days of elfs and fays:
Who says that with the dreams of myth,
These imps and elves disport themselves?
Ah no, along the paths of song
Do all the tiny folk belong.
Round all our homes,
Kobolds and gnomes do daily cling,
Then nightly fling their lanterns out.
And shout on shout, they join the rout,
And sing, and sing, within the sweet enchanted ring.
Where gleamed the guile of moonlight's smile,
Once paused I, listening for a while,
And heard the lay, unknown by day, —
The fairies' dancing roundelay.
Queen Mab was there, her shimmering hair
Each fairy prince's heart's despair.
She smiled to see their sparkling glee,
And once I ween, she smiled at me.
Since when, you may by night or day,
Dispute the sway of elf-folk gay;
But, hear me, stay!
I've learned the way to find Queen Mab and elf and fay.
Where e'er by streams, the moonlight gleams,
Or on a meadow softly beams,
There, footing round on dew-lit ground,
The fairy folk may all be found.

poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Song Of The Last Siren

Somewhere in between slumber and arousal
the twilight zone scoops a fistful of memories.
Atrophied limbs. Mottled skin. A cancerous face haunts.
Not afraid but I am anxious. Life has not yet ebbed away.
I scramble for sparks, my hands burn.
Very disquietening!
The severed bones in a heap.
They wanted to appease the goddess,
the gnomes were dancing in a circle.

The land, the country is breaking, sky is falling.
Run, run for cover.
I scream in a dream.
Are we disintegrating? Disappearing?
A black hole is calling?
The mega truth has been broken into myriad fragments,
We are now thinking in chips, holding our own mirror.
Show your mirror to your truth. Future is fogging the past.

Come hither my child of sorrow.
We are old tribe. We will keep our pledge
to maintain fidelity towards verses of sadness, evening, night,
stars and dust. The sparkles will die one day. Only the moon
will rise on the dead bodies. Where will you like to go?

Amongst the ruins, walking straight back to the treasure-trove
of ancient wisdom.
Wake up
Bells are chiming.

poem by Satish Verma
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Night Queen

It was deep midnight
the sky was crystal clear
millions not millions
but billions of stars
assembled in the open sky
was it a procession
or obeisance of Night Queen

The downpour of stars
appeared as undulating scarf
studded with jewels
the humming of stars
was breaking silence of nature
as if
singing in praise of night queen

All stars slowly moved down
to horizon of sky
it was the time
for farewell of Night Queen
The king of the day sent a gift
of morning star to embellish her neck
then with a reddish shawl on her shoulder

I asked one of star
why do you assemble after every dusk
the star could not answer
after asking so many stars
I could know the Venus comes
after every dusk
to receive the Night Queen

The Night Queen comes to meet
her beloved Moon and slowly covers
the face of moon for a night

The Night Queen covers the entire creatures
under her veil to give them rest
and to give relief from days toil.

poem by Ramesh Rai
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Fairies Call.

A thing that did me enthral,
Was an invitation to a Fairy Ball.
Pixies and Gnomes, Fairies and Elves,
All came to the ball dressed as themselves.
An orchestra of Leprechauns played a tune,
This all took place in the month of June.
Some were dancing while others ate a meal
I remember thinking that this was for real.
There was a banquet of delicious berries and fruits,
Served by Trolls dressed up in their very best suits.
To drink there was some Parsley wine,
Served in Golden Beakers that were so fine.
All in all it was a merry sight,
As pretty little Glow Worms lit up the starry night.
Then at the very crack of dawn,
I awoke in my bed with one big yawn.
I was pleased to have been invited to the Fairy Ball,
And I will listen again for the Fairies call.

poem by Bernard Shaw
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World Of Warcraft

In the realm of Azeroth
Where mighty heroes battle
The epic soldiers rush about
Many in a brattle

The many people of the land
Fight with magic or sword
Two factions against each other
The Alliance and the Horde

Swords forever drowning in blood
Which soon falls to the earth
Blood-stained corpses are empty shells
Their spirits await rebirth

Within this tale of gore and blood
Live mythic races of old
And you shall learn of their quests
As this fable will unfold

The Alliance share a grand pact
And each race is sincere
Humans, Gnomes, Dwarves and Elves
Are some species that live here

The trusting Humans of Stormwind
Started this coalition
They think the orcs of Durotar
Put them in this position

The noble Elves of Darnassus
Worship the night and moon
They change their shape and sneak about
And pray to the Goddess Elune

The brilliant Gnomes of Tinkertown
Are bothered by their positions
Re-taking their city of Gnomeregan
Is one of the gnomes' main missions

The sturdy Dwarves of Ironforge
Aren't good at being sober
They always have their brewfest
In the jolly month of October

The most recent race
To join this federation
Are the forever faithful Draenei
They left their homes to find salvation

Thrall, the orcish warchief
Helped the Horde unite
Orcs, trolls, undead and tauren;
The Alliance they will fight

The gentle Orcs of Orgrimmar
Were once savage and evil
The corruption of a demon
Was the cause of this upheaval

The superstitious Trolls of Darkspear
Carry an amulet or charm
To protect them from The Voodoo
They believe it does them harm

The simple Tauren of Thunderbluff
To nature they are gentle
They pray to the Earthmother
They are not too judgmental

The cursed Undead of Undercity
Are the produce of a plague
They were once the plan of demons
Their emotions are vague

The Blood Elves of Silvermoon
Named in honor of those slain
They are faithful to the Horde
Without magic they go insane

You now know the races of old
So take up tome and haft
Ready your senses, sharpen your wit
Enter the World of Warcraft

poem by Alex Scherling
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Wintry Midnight Moon

Setting at night,
Through ghostly clouds,
Moving giving comfort,
To all those young 'uns,
Sleeping and dreaming of monsters,
Fairy-tales and sweet dreams.

Moon so silent, gentle
In the skies,
Joyful at being the one,
To watch over all,
Except over the suns territory,
They do swaps...

The brilliance of the white light,
The cheese up in the sky,
So peaceful to sit under,
The starry sky gazing at the moon,
In the night-time dew in the grass,
Have a glass of apple juice.

Take the 'cheers' to the moon,
For the light and beauty,
The loveliness about the moon,
For in this poem nothing bad is said,
The moons brilliance, relaxing the dead...

Through the winter midnight strikes,
Christmas day begins,
The moon shines to all extent,
The clouds wearing sunglasses to see the moon,
Never to block its rays,
In these numbered, wintery midnight days,
Which this wintery midnight moon so much enjoys,
As being the main part of this starry festival,
Keeping the tradition going...

poem by Viraj Bhanshaly
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Ballad of the Moon

translated by Will Kirkland

The moon came into the forge
in her bustle of flowering nard.
The little boy stares at her, stares.
The boy is staring hard.
In the shaken air
the moon moves her amrs,
and shows lubricious and pure,
her breasts of hard tin.
"Moon, moon, moon, run!
If the gypsies come,
they will use your heart
to make white necklaces and rings."
"Let me dance, my little one.
When the gypsies come,
they'll find you on the anvil
with your lively eyes closed tight.
"Moon, moon, moon, run!
I can feelheir horses come."
"Let me be, my little one,
don't step on me, all starched and white!"

Closer comes the the horseman,
drumming on the plain.
The boy is in the forge;
his eyes are closed.
Through the olive grove
come the gypsies, dream and bronze,
their heads held high,
their hooded eyes.

Oh, how the night owl calls,
calling, calling from its tree!
The moon is climbing through the sky
with the child by the hand.

They are crying in the forge,
all the gypsies, shouting, crying.
The air is veiwing all, views all.
The air is at the viewing.

poem by Federico García Lorca
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Sleep In My Arms Lullaby

The somnolent skies have ceased seething, for day's nearly through
And the winds echo whispering thoughts of returning to you.
The heavens throb, pulsing and bleeding in crimsons, once blue,
Their passions, like flames, fill my veins as you pass into view;
The breeze holds its breath as you touch and embrace me anew
And smouldering clouds withdraw, blushing, and paling their hue.

The twilight is painted with wandering dreams of your charms
So close your eyes slowly and slip into sleep in my arms.

The pendulous moon appears, sweeping the fog from up high
Distilling the drops into notes of a hushed lullaby,
The quivering tunes unfold tales which amaze, mystify,
The stories they tell reflect love as revealed by your sighs,
And tremulous stars fling a fire that fevers the skies,
Their fury is burning, alive in the depths of your eyes.

The twilight is painted with wandering dreams of your charms
So close your eyes slowly and slip into sleep in my arms.

The desolate shores moan, seduced by tempestuous tides
Which flow in the rhythm of flesh as our senses collide,
A quiet explodes from the stillness of night amplified,
A lingering kiss bids adieu till the morning breaks wide
When roosters come conjuring dawn with voluptuous pride
Enticing the sun into scything the night, starry-eyed.

The twilight is painted with wandering dreams of your charms
So close your eyes slowly and slip into sleep in my arms.

poem by Terry O'Leary
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Within The Midnight Hour

In the midnight hours, my heart
breaks, the fog moves in, wraps
it arms around the morning's
longing wake. The gentle dew
falls from the nights moon, within
the loving fog, my heart
blooms.

The midnight stars fading one
by one, falling from the darkness,
until the night is done. Stars
floating within my sea of tears,
midnight awaiting for my
love to appear.

Gripping the cool night, feeling
alone, lost in the misty fog,
my heart looking for a home.
Crying to the Heaven's, my
universe in pain, moon beams
playing melodies upon my
broken heart strings.

In the midnight hour, your
sweet name I call, the galaxy
crying, losing light as it's stars
fall. Alone in the midnight hour,
my heart, the pain consumes,
within the loving fog, my heart
does bloom.

poem by Ruth warren
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Fanciful Dream

I left my love in the Fairy Glen
Home of the litte fairy men
I met her there on a July night
When a Summer moon was beaming bright.

For my love was the Fairy Queen
In Fairyland she reign supreme
She wore a glittering diamond cloak
Queen of the little fairy folk.

Though the night was bright it was bright as day
In a wooded vale I lost my way
Then I sat me down by a tall oak tree
And the Fairy Queen she came to me.

I gazed upon this fairy small
She stood scarcely more than two foot tall
Tiny shoes covered her tiny feet
And she bowed towards me in a fairy greet

Her pretty little face showed no trace of woe
And her hair was white as new fallen snow
And her eyes were sparkling bright and brown
And on her head she wore a tiny crown.

Then she smiled at me and this did say
You're in Fairyland you have lost your way
Sorry to disturb you from your rest
Come along with me and be my guest.

Then she led me to the fairy ball
To a fairy dance in a fairy hall
All the fairy folk were dancing there
And fairy music filled the air.

But when we stepped inside the fairy dance hall door
A hushed silence fell across the floor
Fairy men and women scarce one third my size
All looked up at me with fear in their eyes.

But their Queen she spoke to them and said
Of this gentle giant you need hold no dread
I met him in the oak tree shade
Into Fairyland he has somehow strayed.

Then the fairy band started playing anew
And the fairy folk started dancing too
Round and round the dance floor they did wheel
To the haunting sound of a fairy reel.

I have never seen people quite so gay
As these little fairies in their bright array
These happy folk did laugh and sing
As they danced around in a fairy ring.

Then I left the ball with the Fairy Queen
And we strolled the banks of a moonlit stream
I stooped to kiss her but she was gone
And by the moonlit stream I stood alone.

The alarm clock rang and I awoke
And my spell of fantasy was broke
I awoke to a World of reality
From a Fairyland of fantasy.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Poems in Vain

I lay on the bed, write a poem by my tears
the paper was my hair and the pen was a finger
good night, sweet dreams, sleep along and think of me
sleepless night, sweetest dream, stay awake for me

you are the compass to find the right way
I won't say i'm a captain but that is the way

when the night is calling me
suicide is controlling me
I'll come to fight when the moon falls apart
I'll dance at night when the nightmares all goes away
poems in vain

I won't let myself get back to what I was before
before the night goes down take a look into my face
cry my darling sure you're getting much better than me

use your compass to find the right way
I say i'm a captain and this is the right way

I can't forget those nights as i'm waiting on the cold deck
waiting in the cold for death with my broken open arms

when the night is calling me
suicide is controlling me
I'll come to fight when the moon falls apart
I'll dance at night when the nightmares all goes away
poems in vain

poem by Mohammed Hassan
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The Fairy Folk

In the hollow of the oak,
Waiting patiently for night.
The fairy king and fairy folk,
Watch the quickly fading light.

Inside the giant oak they wait,
For their time will soon be here.
With the moon and mist they have a date,
To ride the moonbeams that they hold dear.

The night arrives and the fairies fly,
On golden moonbeams they spread their wings.
Joyously reaching for the sky,
Bringers of dreams and all good things.

The fairy king upon a limb,
Holds court for his subjects every night.
In a hidden corner where the moon is dim,
Till the early morning light.

Deep in the woods, round hollow logs,
Flying near the pond next to the oak.
Through cattails and ferns, playing with frogs,
Bringing joy to the forrest, fly the fairy folk.

If you walk in the woods, your eyes will see,
Their tiny lanterns glowing bright.
Flying on moonbeams forever free,
Illuminating the stygian night.

There really are fairies, without a doubt,
Just believe and they'll appear.
Just walk quietly don't scream or shout,
And you will see them flying near.

9/21/10 Alton Texas

poem by Juan Olivarez
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To the Faerie Lady

I once believed in fairies,
Pixies, elves, and such,
But as I grew, I thought I knew
That they were just too much.
I lived my humdrum life each day,
To work and then back home;
The years flew by, and with them I
Forgot of elves and gnomes;
Until I met a tender soul
Who believed in fairy lore,
And showed me things like fairy rings
Till I believed once more.

Copyright (C) 2004, John Bliven Morin

poem by John Bliven Morin
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Natures Secrets

The floral dance we never see
On summer night
Past oaken tree.
Lit by the moon
They sway and sing
And on the wind
Their melodies ring.
As storm clouds huddle close
To cry
The sun, their host,
Just wanders by
To speak of tales
The heavens did tell.
But cloudburst bids a last farewell.
The trees that stand and watch the sky
Waving at us passers by.
Miming opera on high.
Stemming tears with unheard sigh.
In rhyming verse
The breeze does bring.
Mutes do converse
As branches cling.
The stars and moon
Sing every tune
They've learned
From serenades below.
Such lunar crooning
Sees dancing stars swooning
As we all
Sleep through this astral show.
Such secrets that sweet nature hides
In flowers scent, or rolling tides.

poem by Kevin East
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My angel, I love to watch you sleep........

When the night comes then your voice calm down
When the moon begin to sail in the sky
then your eyes are closing down to sleep
You fall asleep while dim light illuminates your room
I love to watch you sleep my little girl
You sleep like a little angel within your dreams
Your hair falls both sides of your face and
your hands folded in to the blanket
Your pillows and bunnies are speard around you
You breath soft and low while your innocent heart
beat slowly to the merry tune
I love to watch you sleep my little baby
When I want to kiss you to say good night in your sleep
then you toss your head and stretch your little body
and turn around sleep again while holding your pillow
God brought you to me and given you as his gift
and today you are the greatest treasure in my life
Someone to laugh and dance and sing in my home
I love to watch you sleep my angel

Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka

Copyright @2004 Ravi Sathasivam

poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Martha

"Once...Once upon a time..."
Over and over again,
Martha would tell us her stories,
In the hazel glen.

Hers were those clear gray eyes
You watch, and the story seems
Told by their beautifulness
Tranquil as dreams.

She'd sit with her two slim hands
Clasped round her bended knees;
While we on our elbows lolled,
And stared at ease.

Her voice and her narrow chin,
Her grave small lovely head,
Seemed half the meaning
Of the words she said.

"Once...Once upon a time..."
Like a dream you dream in the night,
Fairies and gnomes stole out
In the leaf-green light.

And her beauty far away
Would fade, as her voice ran on,
Till hazel and summer sun
And all were gone:--

All fordone and forgot;
And like clouds in the height of the sky,
Our hearts stood still in the hush
Of an age gone by.

poem by Walter de la Mare
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True Love Sometimes Gets Unrequitted, And It Is Very Painful

how the moon and the stars
truly loved the sun

how the sun
with its arrogance keeps busy all the day

how the moon hides sometimes
on the nights when the stars
are away

the moon
feeling so lonely
till this day
her true love for the sun
still unrequitted

and indeed it is very painful
the moon bleeds
her tears
and blood flow like her
shining moonlight

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Strangered In The Night

Well it was dark at midnight
There was hardly any moon
And no one really saw much
No one was really sure
But something didnt seem right
Something seemed kinda queer
The roar turned into whispers
Everyone stood t here
When the sounds fit the night
Something hiding from the light
Like strangers in the night
Well I didnt see them shotguns
I didnt see no knife
I saw this crazy black guy
With a demon in his eyes
I heard him say white man
Ive seen that silver cue
You dont remember me well
But I remember you
When the sounds fit the night
Something hiding from the light
Like strangers in the night
Well the knife just left his fingers
As the black guy took his aim
White guys head exploded
My God how much pain
And then everybody scattered
I heard some woman scream
God damn you old black bastard
Youve blown away my dreams
When the sounds fit the night
Something hiding from the light
Like strangers in the night

song performed by by Tom Petty
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Lullaby

Now the day is done,
Now the shepherd sun
Drives his white flocks from the sky;
Now the flowers rest
On their mother's breast,
Hushed by her low lullaby.

Now the glowworms glance,
Now the fireflies dance,
Under fern-boughs green and high;
And the western breeze
To the forest trees
Chants a tuneful lullaby.

Now 'mid shadows deep
Falls blessed sleep,
Like dew from the summer sky;
And the whole earth dreams,
In the moon's soft beams,
While night breathes a lullaby.

Now, birdlings, rest,
In your wind-rocked nest,
Unscared by the owl's shrill cry;
For with folded wings
Little Brier swings,
And singeth your lullaby.

poem by Louisa May Alcott
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The moon weeps

The moon weeps
Without a warning
In the ebony night
When it becomes lonesome
As the stars have departed

The moon weeps
In clandestine silence
Tears from the heavens
Overseeing all the sadness
As the stars have departed

The moon weeps
In self pitying sorrow
For being so alone
In such a big sky
It fills with melancholy

The moon's weeping
Stops so abrupt
As it holds power and luminescence
It is gently reminded
The time will come to shine

Like the moon
We sometimes all feel alone
Misunderstood and sorrowful
So like the moon we must recall
We all shall have our time to shine

poem by Mitchell Greenwood
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