Figurines (Revised)
Belatedly the sun’s late rays gild my sweet
menagerie of little figurines each afternoon
I see and am enchanted knowing who has
sent the golden beams embrace, entrancing
chinaware in pairs (I do prefer they be in twos)
my two mermaids, the two small fairies on a
sailor’s chest, the porcelain shepherdess
The sun is mischievous and clearly shows the
gathered dust, I’ll have to get a glass dome for
my troupe to keep them clean, but watching
now just how the light creates theatrical effects,
no need to burn this image in my eyes to keep
it safe in dimming sun, I run into the study where
I activate the light to gaze in wonder at
Two miniature mermaids, the broken fairy, legs
covered in glitter, mounted on a bejeweled
mirror, oh, how I love these precious
figurines…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Likes to comb his hair with a dipper ride
Once had a friend with a cloven foot
Once he called the tune in a chequered quit
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In the door on the floor in a paper bag
There's a shoe-shine boy with a gin-shop slag
She raised him up and she called him son
And she canonised the ground that he walked upon
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He's a man of the world by the light of day
A golden smile and a proposition
And the breath of God smells of sweet sedition
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Sing hymns make love get high fall dead
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He'll charm your life 'til the cold winds blow
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Come, Let Us Sleep and Dream
Let us sleep and dream
Let us pluck out the stars
From heaven and plant them
in the ocean of mermaids.
Let us explore the castle
of fairies and paint the
stories of their flights
in long and lonely nights.
Let us sleep and dream
Let us sleep and dream
when days leave us scars
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Come, let us sleep and dream
knowing that in our sleep
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The Great Deceiver
Health-food faggot with a bartered bride
Likes to comb his hair with a dipper ride
Once had a friend with a cloven foot
Once he called the tune in a chequered quit
Great deceiver
In the door on the floor in a paper bag
Theres a shoe-shine boy with a gin-shop slag
She raised him up and she called him son
And she canonised the ground that he walked upon
Great deceiver
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the virgin mary
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the virgin mary
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In the night hes a star in the milky way
Hes a man of the world by the light of day
A golden smile and a proposition
And the breath of God smells of sweet sedition
Great deceiver
Sing hymns make love get high fall dead
Hell bring his perfume to your bed
Hell charm your life til the cold winds blow
Then hell sell your dreams to a picture show
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Cadillacs, blue jeans, dixieland playing on the ferry
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Mornings Are Reborn
i do not like to think that
mornings are broken
like fragile white porcelain
like eggshells and glass figurines
and wine glasses
i like to see a morning reborn
dressed in light
on a pedestal of green grass
coming out
from the shadows of the tall mountains
touching the skies
regal, and fresh and cool,
i like myself to be just that
reborn
blank and still wanting to live
a life that is full
alive and like the arrival of
my morning
i like it be silent like
cat's feet
on the carpet.
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Figurehead
The sharp and open
Leave me alone
And sleeping less every night
As the days become heavier and weighted
Waiting
In the cold light
A noise
A scream tears my clothes as the figurines tighten
With spiders inside them
And dust on the lips of a vision of hell
I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year^
A hundred other words blind me with your purity
Like an old painted doll in the throes of dance
I think about tomorrow
Please let me sleep
As i slip down the window
Freshly squashed fly
You mean nothing
You mean nothing
I can lose myself in chinese art and american girls
All the time
Lose me in the dark
Please do it right
Run into the night
I will lose myself tomorrow
Crimson pain
My heart explodes
My memory in a fire
And someone will listen
At least for a short while
I can never say no to anyone but you
Too many secrets
Too many lies
Writhing with hatred
Too many secrets
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In sequence
In despair of time
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I touched her eyes
Pressed my stained face
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Touch her eyes
Press my stained face
I will never be clean again
I will never be clean again
I will never be clean again
I will never be clean again
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Mermaids
Does it feel like religion
Does it crush your old ideas?
Well fold me in paper
I've got some here
And show me the warrant
To which I will attest
put me in handcuffs I'll give it a rest
The light through he windows
Casts doubt on the mermaids
And they sing at the bottom of the sea
You've run out of business
In light of what you want
You've come wielding plastic
And gone straight to the front
You've rejigged and counted, it's a mountain not too much
I'll give you my credence if that's not enough
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Casts down on the mermaids
And they sink to the bottom of the sea
You're reading the letters that no-one ever wrote
I'm moving through something
I travel in hope
So read me the warrant, to which i will attest
Put me in handcuffs ill give it a rest
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Casts down on the mermaids
And they sing at the bottom of the sea
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My Beloved In A Mosaic
Sinking into contemplation where soft words
fill body and mind while my love flows in a
turquoise stream as the sun's rays dance
among the dreams which are part of me
Seeing myself in all I love, the light passing
through my crystal lamp, the prism creating
a thousand rainbows like my soul reflecting
my beloved in a mosaic of interacting bits
The lamp symbol of my soul - I also see all
I love within; your eyes holding a thousand
dreams, my eyes replying with a thousand
more; my figurines, fairy and shepherdess
Representing belief in romance, you, my own
chimney sweep - my hand stroking your chin,
following the line of your brow - meeting the
need for a soft satin touch - and your hand
Softly teazing my neck; taking care of all we
love - offering each other the greatest gift:
my trust in your heart as I receive the trust
you have in me - what a wonderful bond
The link you have forged in the fires of your
heart and the throes of your passion - our
delight forevermore…
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A Beautiful Fairy And The Fairy Dust Rain
Around this time of the year
The arrival of Spring is near
The arrival of Spring is almost here
And I'll happily be one with the spirits of nature
I'll completely embrace the magic of spring
As well as the wonder of nature
And the many other worldly pleasures
Around this time of the year
I await the fairy dust rain
Surrounded by trees and flowers
And many other things that are green
I await the arrival of the fairy dust rain
And many other sights of nature just waiting to be seen
A beautiful fairy flutters down from the sky
And lands down in front of me
She's almost as tall as me
We greet each other
And our hopes are the same
As we wait for the fairy dust rain
In the meantime
The beautiful fairy shows me her gifts of magic
And shares her knowledge with me as well
After periods of time have gone by
Fairy dust begins to rain down from the sky
The fairy dust rain has finally arrived
And we share the smiles and laughter
You ask me for a dance
And I don't hesitate to pass up this chance
We dance
Surrounded by flowers
Surrounded by trees
Surrounded by the fairy dust rain
After dancing
We look into each other's eyes
And then up to the skies
As the fairy dust rain continues to fall
Our eyes then return to each other
And we share a hug
You flutter your wings a little
Shaking off some of the fairy dust that's covered them
You tell me you're staying with me
At least for the time being right now
Little by little
We're being lightly covered in the fairy dust rain
Beautiful fairy
I must say that these moments we share
They're memorable and precious
You echo your feelings and sentiments to me as well
As the fairy dust rain continues to fill the air
Side by side
We stand together
Loving what's happening
But most importantly
We enjoy the sight of the fairy dust rain
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Fairyland 02.09.2009
Playground of our old school is a
wonderland of rising hillock with
steep sides abounding in small
holes turned into fairy dells
I swept them with a broom
exposed coloured stones
leaf decorated, artfully
arranged fir tree needles
I remember fresh smell, sunbeams
glistening in dust, beauty of my
fairy valley, joy and peace
played alone, by myself
The dream of creating fairyland
lingers on in glittering fairy
figurines next to
my bed
Pasting fairy pictures everywhere
changing every space into a
magical place
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Mystical Meadows
In a land of magic where dragon flies are kings
Fairy Meadows
where peace and tranquillity reign
How I wish I could be
The one chosen to receive my wings
Flowers of all colours
Harvested for their sweet nectars
Sprinkled fairy dust to enhance beauty
Glistening in the sun light
My bright petal shift still fresh
How I wish to stay here forever
All wings flapping gently
Hurrying to finish their chores before the gathering
This enchanting world of peace and harmony
Soon all will be summoned
Be wildered at all the different fairies I have ever seen
Then came the sound of the gentle trumpeting
All is to gather in the clearing
Sprinkled fairy dust and merry making
Offerings to the ancient trees
Which housed, many fairy families
A source of energy to this mystical world
All fairies bowing
To the royal family of this enchanted meadows
Speeches from the crowned prince and nobleman
Someone is to be granted a pair of wings
Excited whispers as to whom and for the one unknown
Early to rise next morning
Stretching arm my wings unfolding
Dew drops shimmering in the first rays of sunlight
Home is Fairy Meadows
A place of beauty and magic
Where peace and tranquillity reign
poem by Persian Khushi
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Mystical Meadows
In a land of magic where dragon flies are kings
Fairy Meadows
where peace and tranquillity reign
How I wish I could be
The one chosen to receive my wings
Flowers of all colours
Harvested for their sweet nectars
Sprinkled fairy dust to enhance beauty
Glistening in the sun light
My bright petal shift still fresh
How I wish to stay here forever
All wings flapping gently
Hurrying to finish their chores before the gathering
This enchanting world of peace and harmony
Soon all will be summoned
Be wildered at all the different fairies I have ever seen
Then came the sound of the gentle trumpeting
All is to gather in the clearing
Sprinkled fairy dust and merry making
Offerings to the ancient trees
Which housed, many fairy families
A source of energy to this mystical world
All fairies bowing
To the royal family of this enchanted meadows
Speeches from the crowned prince and nobleman
Someone is to be granted a pair of wings
Excited whispers as to whom and for the one unknown
Early to rise next morning
Stretching arm my wings unfolding
Dew drops shimmering in the first rays of sunlight
Home is Fairy Meadows
A place of beauty and magic
Where peace and tranquillity reign
poem by Persian Khushi
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Mother's Trinkets
Don't go in there mother says
But I did anyway
Don't play with those mother says
But I played anyway
The light danced around the glass and crystal figurines, entrancing my
young mind
How could such objects be so beautiful?
They set fire to my imagination and the trinkets became my new toys. Mothers warnings meant nothing to me, not a care of how fragile the toys were went through my mind
Don't go in there mother says
But I did anyway
Don't play with those mother says
But I played anyway
The beautiful trinket lay cracked on the floor my wonderful toy existed
no more
With one careless slip of the hand down went the glass
And I burstt into nervous tears mothers warnings I suddenly feared
so quick I hid the evidence she would never know
Don't go in there mother says
But I did anyway
Don't play with those mother says
But I played anyway
Just as I feared clever mother found the broken toy, the cracked glass
hidden among the rest.
I could stand the lies to longer and with one final burst of tears my fears were no more for mother was not mad just glad to see no injury done
poem by M.S.B Anonymous
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Mirrortalk
The mirror shows me up for what I am
But also fuels my pretensions, many a time
When I stutter and stumble
It appears to relish, chuckle
Mirrors come in different shapes
Images, they do sometimes bend
On occasions, it distorts what it sees
Yet other times, you misconstrue what you behold
A good friend is one, who
Holds up the mirror unto you
If you don’t see the image
What can the mirror do, or counsel sage?
It is inconvenient, facing the looking glass
When quizzed about looks
I choose the safe mode
A mirror-cracking dude!
You have everything at stake
The mirror has nothing to lose
Listen to the mirror without being judgmental
You will find a ray of light, the way ahead!
poem by Subra Iyer
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Glitter ad Fairy Dust
The sun's continuing to shine
As we continue to have fun in many ways
Passing the day away
However
From the sight of it
Can we believe our eyes
We surely can
Glitter and fairy dust is gently raining down
Not even making a sound
Glitter and fairy dust is definitely coming down
You all frolic and dance
While I stand where I am
Almost lost in a trance
As glitter and fairy dust continues to fall
Falling on us all
As it seems
This only could come from our dreams
But it's real
Real after all
Real enough for us to all believe
poem by Justin Gildow
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Bottom Of The Reef (Nonsense Poem)
Way down under, the sea
the octopus danced with the squid
to the tune the mermaids played
I wanna play house with you.
The shark and the whale danced too,
everyone was having fun
as the mermaids played at the reef dance hall.
Opposites connect in funny ways
and the party was in full swing
when old Neptune swam in.
He grabbed Mrs Crab
and danced the boogie-woogie
as the mermaids played
I wanna play house with you.
As far as I know,
the mermaids are still playing
at the bottom of the reef
to everyone feeling lonely.
26 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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Memory Is A Cheating Thing
Memory is a cheating thing-
It only strives to please,
And over bitter clouds creates
A shimmer to deceive.
Memory is a kindly thing-
It drops curtains on the past;
And through the layers of gauze is seen
Brave figurines of glass.
poem by Adeline Foster
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Fairies' Glitter - 1385 - Current Version
May fairies glitter in my eyes? From you they're sent 'tis no surprise,
Advance beyond all present plight, together share wide world's delight.
Untrammelled in the stilly night imagination's wings find flight,
Draw fairy glitter in my eyes to returning bright sunrise
Each 'twenty-four' fulfilled as one - the fairies' task is never done!
Change spins earth's orbit through skies bright encouraging selfless insight.
Muse fairy's glitter represents tenderness where each assents,
All's well, soft bell each heart sustains through each, to, from, to ease all pains,
Unites with sender to retain joy's quintessential which remains.
Dream fairies' glitter filters sense, dispersing day's incompetence,
Effacing care and worries, - one from two may spring, from struggles, fun
Complement can recompense, new destiny spans 'whither' 'whence'.
Magic fairy glitter tries exiles fuss, cuss, angst, disguise,
A glowing halo somehow might send mending rays of 'serenite',
Unveil divinest Aphrodite, contaminated world heal quite.
Dawn fireflies sent from eastern skies enable us to realize
Enchanted future, two as one, athough time flies, supplies finespun
Charm free from harm, hope certifies hearts chart osmosis everywise.
Much fairy glitter signifies serenity which multiplies
As joy's refrains destroy past chains, complaints, restraints, while weather vanes
Undraw soul's blinds stem mind's brain drains, open transparent window panes
Defeating darkness, heartfelt sighs. Such sparkle here personifies
Enduring happiness begun the day two met, foresaw wars won.
Concluding stanza, touching, tries, to show all she exemplifies.
(4 January 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Light
Light that can be kind. Light that can smell sweet. Light that can be soft.
Light that can be porcelain. Light that can be silent. Light that can speak.
Light that can hold many colors. Light that can be romantic. Light that can be harsh.
Light that can be cold. Light that can be warm. Light that can be dry.
Light that can be loud. Light that can be love. Light that can be faith.
Light that can be full of strength. Light that can be pure. Light that can be dark.
Light that can be fragile. Light that can be crazy. Light that can be weird.
Light that can be old. Light that can be new. Light that can be inbetween.
Light that can be swift. Light that can be sharp. Light that can wonder.
Light that can be insane. Light that can be smooth. Light that can dream.
Light that can be free. Light that can be everlasting. Light that can be wild.
Light that is the lord. Light that is Jesus. Light that is holy.
Light that is the trinity. Light that can belong. Light that can be fast.
Light that can sing. Light that is the holy ghost. Light that is the Bible.
Light that can be a mith. Light that can be still. Light that can be different.
Light that can be hole. Light that can be true. Light that can be whimsical.
Light that can be bright. Light that can be formed. Light that is blessed.
Light that can be full of presence. Light that can tell a story. Light that can be intelligent.
Light that is like no other!
poem by Shania K. Younce
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I Believe In Fairies
THERE ARE FAIRIES AMONG US
LIGHT ON THEIR FEET, DANCING AROUND,
WITH LITTLE FLUTTERING GREEN WINGS
THEY LIFT UP OFF THE GROUND.
THEY TOUCH OUR SHOULDERS
AS THEY SPIN AND SWIRL ABOUT,
WEARING LITTLE GOLDEN SLIPPERS
THEY CIRCLE US I HAVE NO DOUBT.
I HAVE FELT THEIR DELICATE TOUCH
AS THEY WHISPERED SOFTLY IN MY EAR,
DON'T EVER STOP BELIEVING IN FAIRIES
I KNOW THEY ARE OFTEN QUITE NEAR.
HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A LIGHT MOVEMENT
HEARD A BREEZE STIR MAKING A SOFT SIGH,
I KNOW IT IS A LITTLE PRANCING FAIRY
AS SHE IS PASSING VERY CLOSE BY.
I BELIEVE IN THE MAGIC FAIRIES
FLOWERS PEDALS THEY SLEEP IN,
THEY TOUCH OUR LIVES DAILY
THEY VISIT ME AGAIN AND AGAIN.
THEY VISIT LITTLE CHILDREN WHILE THEY SLEEP
ALL THEY HAVE TO DO IS BELIEVE,
TO NOT HAVE A LITTLE FAIRY NEAR ME
I WOULD TRULY BE SAD AND GRIEVE.
ON A STROLL THROUGH THE GARDEN
WHILE THE DEW JEWELS ARE STILL THERE,
WATCH FOR THE LITTLE FAIRIES IN THEIR TINY CROWNS
TO NOT FRIGHTEN THEM - YOU MUST TAKE CARE.
poem by Aashka Thakkar
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Couplet: Some Eyes Can't View
In my long past neighborhood at the intersection where;
Narrow streets meet each other—sometimes—I want to be there.
Where bright yellow beams circle, forks in the road, after dark;
Where snowflakes slide down columns, of light rays, that curve and arc.
Where lamps perched on tall lampposts illumine black ice and snow;
Where bright lights cover corners setting slick and safe aglow.
’Neath those light beams I first heard the silence of falling snow;
There quiet—gets quieter—as air currents shift and blow.
That’s the somewhere calling me back to its someplace sublime;
It appears to beckon me back home near Thanksgiving time.
Oft I go there in thought when family bustles my heart;
With think back memories of streetlights, big brothers, and art.
Isn’t it strange how small things leave a lifetime impression;
Or odd—how a simple scene—effects minds eye direction?
Like the charcoal version of a streetlight my brother drew;
The Lord’s face in its lightest light was hidden art some eyes can’t view.
poem by Caryl Ramsdale
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