Running Stream
A stream runs past, Gnome Nathan's vast, cottage in the heathers
Invited guests, do their best, enjoying pleasant weather
Birds laugh with zest, to see their nests, filled with lots of feathers
Engaged in song, all night long, never to question "whether"
Nymphs and elves, look upon themselves, as do many others
A mind released, transcends inner peace, through nature's mother
Intrigue prevails, beneath a veil, ahead or round the bend
Enchanted world, of cloistered pearls, and coloured precious gems
Butterfly Dreams
Butterflies enlighten dreams exhibiting their grace
Kaleidoscopic visual scenes are sweetly embraced
Floating gently on each bud, amid many flowers
Are glorious wings with markings appearing by the hour
Stamens that protrude a bit, carry sweetened nectar
Such creatures drink their fill, then fly to other sectors
Lines produce coloured themes of segregated pieces
Aggregates of each scheme identify its species
Delicate wings serenely stream through air currents' flow
A dazzling display like ballet in a sparkling glow
Flight in space at a rhythmic pace in flambouyant form
All around, beauty abounds; fashionably adorned
Fluted Friends
Water cascading into a spring
Replete with plants amongst other things
Where singing birds and winged-faeries fly
Through rows of trees, above and so high
Green colours the ground and foliage stems
And flowers bloom all over again
The awakening of sprouts from seeds
Beneath the soil, nature does its deed
Grasshoppers and ants await the birth
Of woodland nymphs who are of the earth
Fluted white lilies are wombs for them
Sheltering each with care like good friends
A Twin's Rightful Place to the Throne
Phillipe's life was a hell, in that cell, with iron mask on his face
His twin brother was king, heartless Louis XIV, and a digrace
D'Artagnon and Colbert, groomed this forebearer, to his rightful throne
It would be done with great charm, and he need not be harmed, nor alone
Phillipe was yanked from the street, to the iles Sainte-Margurite, at night
His fierce crafters, were Fouquet's captors, reasons too wrong to be right
With calculated mischief, the king was a thief, and a liar
He had his brother in chains, no warning, just pain, like hot fire
Colbert summoned his tailor, an apprentice, not sailor, with sash
Phillipe's sash was pure white, matched the portrait that night and didn't clash
It was off to the ball, celebrating his call, to be the king
The crowd made way for that display, looking much better and not mean
Talking in stride, Phillipe danced with his bride, telling her what he dread
She curtsied the while, "you're not Louie ", then smiled, "play or lose your head "
The king replied, "Madam, play or die; for you could lose yours, as well"
To this they agreed, and found that indeed, neither needed to dwell
Colbert turned to Fouquet, and said, "seems the king is happy this day"
Fouquet breathed, "at least on this we agree, and he is here to stay"
"Oh Fouquet, I think perhaps, we need a little more convincing"
"Like the young tailor's apprentice that's in my employ for one thing"
Fouquet aghast, called out, "the sash!!!!!!" Colbert said, "t'was such a small thing"
"The KING!" to which Colbert, drew a long breath and said, "LONG LIVE THE KING"
Greta Nymph's Limp
A rampant cause, without applause, is preamble to this theme
The midnight hour, spurned rain showers, in a forest near a stream
In Rhoda Rabbit's hutch, there stood a crutch, left by Greta Nymph
Her broken bones, mended alone, yet she now sustained a limp
All things seemed bleak, as Greta couldn't speak, would she fly again?
Her forest friends, all hundred and ten, toasted her with champagne
"You're looking fine", called out Pete Porcupine; then with that, he sighed
This would have been sad, but now all were glad, watching Greta fly
Wonder and Enchantment
In meadows past the Brashnee Spring,
Such vivid colours can be seen
Amid droplets of dew and mist
Wonders beyond one's mind exists
Enduring moon and brilliant haze
Illuminate night's sky like day
Shone upon faeries' wading pond
Depths of light travels far beyond
Woodland nymphs, gnomes and other beings
Enchant forests recalled through dreams
ardens witnessed by loving cats
Communicate with beings like that
The dark of sky brings night's surprise
With twinkling lights as faeries fly
Like childrens' verse and lullabies
Sweet melodies soothe teary eyes
Angelic voices heard at night
Transparent wings through faeries' flight
Inspiring words of gnomes and nymphs
Bring forth wonder and enchantment
To Have and Have Not
To Have and Have Not, brings considerable thought and technique
Unlike cutthroat schemes from the Vicchy Regime in Martinique
This fisherman's story, is a fight for glory, saving his peers
His sidekick's a boozer, a rummy or loser, who drinks beer
Passports are taken, Slim is slapped, then shaken, by what they say
She falls in love, with Steve who rubs, the enemies the wrong way
Harry Morgan is Steve, a man who believes, in what he states
Feeling cornered, Frenchy the club owner, becomes Harry's fate
A man fishing, seems more than wishing for "catch of the day"
His gear falls in the sea, decides the fee, is too high to pay
"Your just unlucky, Mr. Johnson", says Eddie, quite steady
"Cool it now Eddie" cried Capt. Harry, getting boat ready
On the piano was Cricket, a man who can pick it, on key
He hired Slim to sing some songs, as he played along, for free
"Was you ever stung by a dead bee?" said Eddie with a whim
"Were you?" she retorted, Eddie just snorted, "you're okay, Slim"
Witches' Devotion
Some traces of crumbs, eyes, tails and thumbs, stirred into a caldron
Steam on the surface, serves its own purpose, with twelve teaspoons rum
Two witches converse, as to which one looks worse, Mabel or Tish
A high stack of broomsticks, coarse wooden toothpics, lures a new wish
Sinister cat, pointed black hats, cloaks, wands, silk scarves and potions
Halloween night, gives all a good fright, through witches' devotion
The Will
Missouri farmer died falling from a stool; left mules, seventeen for review
A will with instructions, divisible function, yet all three sons were dumb fools
To the older son; one-half, the second; one-third and the youngest; one-ninth
Their uncle got word, was not disturbed, hitched up his mule to add insight
He added his mule, half is nine by the rule; one-third; six and one-ninth; two
Their uncle left the scene, when sum totalled seventeen, felt his deed was through
Kupensteed Ripplinstock
Hilarious sermons, displayed with mock-vermin, tickle his feet
Kupensteed Ripplinstock, an unlikely warlock, warm and upbeat
Walks through the dark forest, with his own chorus of poems, verse and rhymes
Stops by the hutches, talks and then clutches his favourite red wine
A great theme worth applauding, for all that are sobbing and alone
This warlock brings comfort, pouring glassfuls of red port to these homes
Wood-nymphs and old gnomes gather, as they would rather, listen to him
In meadows and streams amid flowering dreams of smiles rich with whim
Jack the Gnome
The kettle was steeping, as old gnomes lay sleeping, waiting their tea
Jack was a loner, but things seemed much warmer, with chums in his tree
Nights in the willow, no blankets or pillow, yet plenty to say
A diverse find blend, laughing with friends, after a hard-working day
In the past not the present, Jack was unpleasant; preaching to crowds
His slurred words were tiring, never inspiring, just boring and loud
Although it was rumoured, he lacked all the humour, of a good man
He would call from his door, "come visit me more, I'll change all I can"
Jack was determined, to cease any sermon, pouring from his mouth
His drinking was less, more sober at best, than the gnomes from the south
He took great strides to embrace, those friendships with grace, and did it well
Late into his years, was respected by peers, undoing that spell
A True Friend
To keep a tryst; one must insist, on a sound meeting place
And set a time, that fits both fine, all done of course, with grace
Sir Frederick Cat, bestowed just that, upon his friend, Beauclaire
An old Frenchman, and dearest chum, who dressed with quite a flair
At Forest Gate, just half past eight, the two of them would meet
As was their fate, neither was late, without skipping a beat
"You've passed the test, and are the best; a person I can trust"
Beauclaire just grinned; said, "thanks, my friend, indeed for you, I must
La Lotería
El gorrito es sombrero sin tiras de material
Ni por suerte dejar la muerte; que suele ser fatal .
Una pera desespera por lo bueno no el mal
Un frijol en la imagen; lotería de tabla
Resulta ser divertido, disfrutado por la cual
Empezando por el gallo que termina con nopal
Así como el Bingo e imágines numeral
De uno a cincuenta, los frijolitos llenará
Una rosa con su ramo y color del mismo dá
O la fruta que se come con chilito o la sal
En esto hay de todo, preciosas vistas de la cual
Por los días o las tardes y con calma, jugarla
Entonces la pregunta, de la muerte, ¿qué seguirá?
La respuesta es más fácil, en el juego de tabla
De catorce cae quince y de eso, la pera
Una fruta deliciosa y no por casualidad
Suele ser del color verde, sin morderlo, es verdad
Adivina lo que valga; una base muy genial
A Mother's Rencor
His head in hands with angst and shame
Reflections spell a heartless game
A lazy son whose careless ways
Reaps bitter fruit through dreary days
Such puzzling signs come into view
A mother's rencor flames the fuel
Her anger, wrath and jealousy
Spark monthly checks to I.R.D
Direction through the legal side
Will stop support, no child implied
The C.L.A.W. shall win against its foe
And right the wrongs brought by this show
A Labourer's Worth
A labourer's worth is respect he earns
As he toils and sweats in doing good turns
Maintaining work, whilst going to school
Lessens the mischief, beset by young fools
A Friendly Chorus
A pleasurable journey through the wooded forest
Winged-faeries nymphs, elves and gnomes singing in a chorus
All the creatures gathered round to hear each one on cue
Frogs, racoons, porcupines and deer, to name just a few
They listened with such delight and anxious hearts of peace
Not a foolish nor harsh word was uttered at this feast
Indeed the hour brought such grins, beneath the moon and stars
To be amongst such kind beings, one need not go so far
La Cultura Azteca
La cultura Azteca, respeta, reino que cayó
Y suele ser, no de cualquier, lo de ello sí cambió
Xicoténcatl, Cuitláhuac, Xóchitl y Cuauhtémoc
La flor entre guerreros por, belleza más de premio
Lanzas y, las guerras sí, plumería de color
En ocasión, cada canción, expresaba el horror
La civllización, ciencias, y todo que fundaron
Sigue siendo tal, más cultural, nada sospecharon
El indígena, seguirá, destino sin motivo
Maíz, frijol, en pleno sol, comerlo sin batirlo
Chilito ya ves, con masa y res, rico el tamal
Bebé y madre, ya tarde, arrastrando el nopal
Faeries' Gardens
Faeries' gardens in Maryland state
Frequented by Freaner's rather late
Flambouyant reeds made of flowers' bright
Frames enhance every plot and site
Abundant colours and graceful deeds
Accomplished by winged-faeries who please
Astute and clever actions performed
A lot of hugs very kind and warm
Early to rise in the dark of night
Each faerie's event fulfills her plight
Enhanced enchanted gardens are seen
Embroidered pathways lie in-between
Routes intersect a system of veins
Replete with crosses bearing such names
Rafferty, Flaggerty, Pitt and Penn
Rest In Peace, God be with thee, . . .Amen
Immigrants and descendants remain
In search of their forebears who proclaimed
"Important clues lay at one's feet
Insightful messages to repeat"
Embellished grounds amid plots are seen
Embraced by loved ones and words supreme
Eulogised by those who knew them well
Excerpts from the Good Book are upheld
Sacred sermons preach "from dust to dust"
Soundly searching for words that are just
Sacred psalms spoken from the Bible
Sent to God with a new arrival
Faeries' Gardens
Faeries' gardens in Maryland state
Frequented by Freaner's rather late
Flambouyant reeds made of flowers' bright
Frames enhance every plot and site
Abundant colours and graceful deeds
Accomplished by winged-faeries who please
Astute and clever actions performed
A lot of hugs very kind and warm
Early to rise in the dark of night
Each faerie's event fulfills her plight
Enhanced enchanted gardens are seen
Embroidered pathways lie in-between
Routes intersect a system of veins
Replete with crosses bearing such names
Rafferty, Flaggerty, Pitt and Penn
Rest In Peace, God be with thee, . . .Amen
Immigrants and descendants remain
In search of their forebears who proclaimed
"Important clues lay at one's feet
Insightful messages to repeat"
Embellished grounds amid plots are seen
Embraced by loved ones and words supreme
Eulogised by those who knew them well
Excerpts from the Good Book are upheld
Sacred sermons preach "from dust to dust"
Soundly searching for words that are just
Sacred psalms spoken from the Bible
Sent to God with a new arrival
A Treasured Garden
Winding roads and far away paths
In distant lands seem to attract
Elves, gnomes and nymphs of forest greens
A faerie's treasured garden scene
Illuminating dark of night
Winged-faeries' spark the brightest lights
Woven patterns of autumn's leaves
A blast of colour; inspiring
Transparent Wings
Rapid courses of falling leaves
A woven mat of reds and greens
Transparent wings; faeries in flight
In dark night's forest, they delight
Some older gnomes in hollow trees
Repairing holes with rolled up sleeves
Work every day into the night
Awaiting faeries' wings so bright
Watchful Eyes
Among the tulips in full bloom
Beneath a crescent yellow moon
Young bulbs are placed in earth's rich soil
Which reap these plants from sweat and toil
Through garden walks and forest greens
Abundant flowers are plainly seen
Safely guarding these treasured groves
Are woodland faeries, elves and gnomes
Watchful eyes amid beings so sweet
Songs grace the love that's theirs to keep
Storms wreak havoc to plants and trees
The faeries' rafts of rain-soaked leaves
Hilltop House
A faerie's lot in all she does
Triumphant voices from above
Angelic choir sung on high
With joyful smiles exhaled through sighs
Hello Kitty and Tails the cat
Deeply enthralled by all of that
Tiptoe around and through the house
Too young to grasp or taunt a mouse
As Fall winds down to winter's bliss
All garden flowers will be missed
Faeries' wings may catch a chill
At Hilltop house upon the hill
Judy's Self-Destruction
A past devoured through hailing storm
Unfriendly gestures were not forewarned
Thriving meeting place will not be mourned
Delightful ruin to all who scorn
A Website's power by trusting hands
Noblesse oblige for good purpose, stands
Kindly, considerate, loving plan
Only to the few who understand
Disfigured faces morphed in a crowd
No longer hidden beneath a shroud
To all those who were once brusque and loud
Ms. Hello Kitty stands tall and proud
Faeries' Kind Wishes
Fancy winged faeries whose love spreads to all
In vast dark forests, where trees still grow tall
Gnomes donning sock caps and elves gather near
Insightfully wait these nymphs to appear
Flickering lights, a delightful display
Amid flashy wings' colourful array
Faeries are graceful so much like ballet
When they are in flight, love is conveyed
Strands from high grasses and flowering reeds
Woven together make beautiful wreaths
Faeries' kind wishes and sound sense of care
Leave all with good graces in all they share
Lady Jane Grey (Eulogy)
Lady Jane Grey, will not suffer nor dread
Her burial site in a garden bed
Foretold of this, days before on the stairs
As it came to pass, was not even scared
The love of Lady's friend, Pecksniff the Cat
Did nothing but watch, in horror at that
Now Peck feels alone and rather dismayed
To lose such a friend, as Lady Jane Grey
Peck's thoughts are cautious; but once she comes out
Her world will seem better; not filled with doubts
Under the house she stays, for sheltered grace
When you and Tails speak, she will show her face
Sky Exhibit
Soaring figures in billowy clouds
Are familiar faces in a crowd
Dark spaces of sky shone in-between
Displaying bright stars that now are seen
Such twilight hues draw the coolest nights
Seasonal arrays of lovely sights
A crescent moon hovers and hangs low
Allowing angels to paint their show
Embracing Nature
Dark of the moon in silent space
Nary a star nor planet trace
Earth's forests bring serenity
To all the creatures roaming free
Flowers from seeds and wooded bark
A sea of green spread out to mark
Nature's beauty and all that's seen
Tall trees, ponds, lakes and running streams
Woodland nymphs and winged faeries too
Embrace nature's colourful hues
From morning's dew on leaves and ground
Replenished life through sights and sounds
Melville's Ghost
High swells that ships must navigate
On open seas with their ship mates
Dark clouds amid a bright red sky
As dawn approaches morning's cry
"Avast ye whales that wander near!!"
Harpoons in place from stern to rear
Whaling vessels set out to claim
These mammoth creatures as fair game
As Melville's ghost of white torn flesh
Traps Ahab with a net of mesh
The captain's men save only one
All drown that day under bright sun
Young Ishmael found an empty box
That of his friend who now is lost
A life restored to God's great sea
The only one who did not flee
The Sea
A clashing forceful canopy
Of clouds caressing swells at sea
Turbulent thunder blasts out sounds
To inner depths where life abounds
Sting rays, eels and the great white shark
Hunting their prey in light or dark
Ravishing lure of creatures' bait
To capture victims as they wait
Schools of fishes caught in between
In coral reefs and seaweeds green
Splashing waves over rocks and beach
As ebbing tides stay out of reach
Angelic Gifts
Blessed small creatures carrying out their plight
Visits to poor, sick, infirm souls each night
Winged-faeries are seen engaged in such deeds
With smiling faces fulfilling the need
Each person is greeted with a quiet calm
And aches disappear like a soothing balm
As angels help out in midst of a storm
Diminishing cries before they take form
Love sets the mood for angelical gifts
Eschewing away all causes and rifts
Time heals and adds comfort at every turn
Relief from the pain caused by breaks or burns
Night Creatures
Winged-faeries' flight over dense forest trees
Embodies wonder that day never sees
Glimmering lights shine in the dark of night
In a world where such beings fulfill their plight
Feisty old gnomes dig deep hollows in trees
For homes or shelters that breed no disease
Creatures abound in these flourishing worlds
In mythical tales of oysters and pearls
Basking in ponds, many wood-nymphs are seen
Beneath a crescent moon, just like a dream
Grace and beauty, winged-faeries display
Amid green forests to frolic and play
Whiskers' Saga
Pecksniff and Lady were enjoying their treats
Whiskers' Appearance
Pecksniff was silent as she stood on a truck
Whilst Whiskers and Lady were running amuck
From staircase to kitchen and out the back door
Jumping from high fences to land on all fours
The food seemed to dwindle by week's ending feast
Whiskers ate plenty; perhaps more like a beast
The owners arrived, and called out to their cats
"Pecksniff and Lady, what happened to our mats?"
The ghastly wet dirt, they'd brought in from outside
Had made tracks on the floor, as paws without pride
The treats were all gone and no food on their plate
What the two had consumed, was not for debate
Then a cat appeared and meowed loudly for treats
A feline with a grin; pound-cat from the streets
Whiskers was common; yet his charm to gain food
Was distinctly quite cunning, fearless and crude
Whilst Whiskers just stared, and had nothing to eat
The entrance was blocked, with food at a distance
No way in, which seemed quite odd in that instance
Exchanging their greetings through square panes of glass
Saddened meows from outdoors during their repast
Without visible passage around the house
Poor Whiskers decided to hunt for a mouse
This muscular cat; orange fur and broad grin
Exhausted its welcome; now not allowed in
A new place it must seek, with caution and care
To consume what it sees, from another's share
Such existence is common, Whiskers won't harm
Relying on others to fall for his charm
Exhuberant cunning to covet one's goods
Whiskers' saga continues in search of food
Whiskers the Cat
Whiskers' appearance was bright, cautious and cunning
A clever young feline, well-poised, groomed and funny
He made friends straight away with exhuberant flare
Neither Pecksniff nor Lady were opposed to share
His plight from the start, was to consume all their food
Invited by both, he presumed they understood
Three days had gone by, and not a single complaint
Until the very last day, no food and no plate
Fishing at the Beach
A blue hue caressed the cool emerald bay
Amid calm waters beneath a sky so gray
Yellow sun streamed across a glimmering sea
Reflecting its rays, as it beamed vividly
Sea creatures below the surface swam by
Many schools passed bait from a fisherman's line
Waist -deep in water and still nothing to claim
Tayler hooked a boot, which sparked words quite profane
A secluded beach and shoreline's warm, rich sand
Time to contemplate, life's fulfilling demands
Thoughts of Coromandel, now seemed more at hand
A trip by Wellington, right bait in the plans
Dreams Fulfilled
Marked trails on mountainsides of New Zealand, where sheep and goats roam
Spiral paths compressed in soil; troddened by those who feel at home
These creatures are the livestock; producing milk, cheese, meat and wool
Despite the extreme Summer heat or the chill of winter's cool
Hobbits, elves and garden gnomes, look through the forests and blue seas
To find winged-faeries' dreams fulfilled, that brings calm and utter peace
Triumphant sounds of merriment, filled with laughter, fun and play
Come from woodland nymphs singing all night, and sleep during the day
Nature's Wonders
A whole other world of hobbits, elves, gnomes and wonder
Awaits one in gardens, forests and lakes out yonder
Woodland nymphs dance the hours with freedom of expression
As winged faeries' beams shine upon this artful session
Shear beauty abounds in nature, through sight, sound and smell
Amid the forests and gardens, where great creatures dwell
Gifts of love and peace surround; the quiet, serene air
Splashing in the ponds they speak, refreshing savoir-faire
A Wedding in Jécori
Seven A.M. on the 24th day of June
Marked the hour and day before the honeymoon
It was the year eighteen hundred and ninety-five
That joined two humble people from different lives
A laborer with strong hands; yet only eighteen
Loved a young female merchant, and made her his queen
Mijita, tal vez te acordarás de los platonzotes de hotcakes que te hacía mi mamaCarlota.
Usaba esos platos para que no se saliera la miel. Me acuerdo que hasta yo me los soplaba
con unas ganas jejejeje.
Hasta se me cae la baba pensando en los tamales que hacía y el chile colorado. Bueno, mijita,
me da ganas de comer. Le voy a pedir que me haga unas comeditas para que se me quite la
gula. jejejeje
Tu pá
The wedding of the young couple from Sonora
Took place long before Philco or Motorola
A Civil Judge performed this blessed matrimony
Which was witnessed by friends at the ceremony
Both Rafael Vázquez and Carlota Freaner
Looked upon their perfect union as beginners
Before witnesses, they each took their promised vows
In the affirmative, as each became a spouse
To Love, Honour, and Cherish til Death must they part
In accordance with Civil Law codes for a start
The judge signed the marriage certificate then said,
May God Bless you both now; laying hands on their heads
The Beatles
Four English lads, were all once clad, in Nehru jacket collars
Their boots were black, below long slacks, and girls around them hollered
John, Paul and George sang, as Ringo banged, on drums to keep the beat
From great hits, to a clear, keen wit, The Beatles remained compleat
Dark Forests
Dimly lit dwellings, below a restless sky
Deep within dark forests, gnomes' shelters are dry
Comforted by faeries, nymphs and unicorns
Who protect all creatures, from the harmful storms
Enchantment reigns in forests; nature's green trees
Waterfalls pour gently, on ponds and cool springs
Dewdrops form upon leaves, quenching those that thirst
Nymphs wade in shallow tides, back and forth in spurts
Julia; a Lost Love
Julia was there; yet never sighted; tip-toeing passed all of whom were invited
Amid dark suits and gowns quite formal, the cause of her death; was listed, as normal
Death marks the end of sorrow and sadness; as eternity's soul, fills with gladness
Breathtaking visuals of rainbow colours; barefeet dancing, along with some others
A beautiful woman; tall, talented being; radiant aura; always forgiving
Vast seas and beaches of pool ebbing tides; blessed are they who return to reside
From the wild shores of south Dunedin; she rescued the aged and many children
Reflections of Julia's life that brought much cheer; shall be remembered year after year
Provoking Thoughts
Sights and sounds, abundantly profound, through trees of mystical forests
Woodland nymphs are seen, embracing this dream, singing songs from a chorus
Thoughts mildly provoking, like seeds soaking, in water for a long time
The enchantment pleases, as excitement increases with every find
Hard working gnomes, fixing their homes and winged-faeries flying in formation
Bright coloured wings, providing a scene, of flashes and decoration
Christmas
One's senses may elicit a cold chill as blankets of frigid snow disappear into the shadowy stillness of the mountainsides. During the day, these mammoth monoliths display stark, white jagged peaks looming up towards the heavens. As daylight dims into the evening, a soft blue hue is shone upon them, which transcends an inner peace. The stars exhibit a spectacular brilliance against the night sky. Icicles that hang proudly on shrubs and pines glisten and reflect nature's lights, and as winter enters with all its subtleties, moods embrace the grandeur of this picturesque scene
Many years ago in a shelter of a distant land, a baby was born. The bitter coldness filled the night air. Visible vapor appeared as billowy smoke streaming out through the atmosphere with every breath. The baby's mother conceived this child through absolute faith; inspired by the wisdom of her trust in God. Animals surrounding the shelter comforted the mother and infant by shielding out some of the cold. Three wise men traveled far to welcome this new life and were led there by one star, in particular, amid the thousands that night. The celebration of Jesus' birth should bring everyone closer to their faith and strengthen relationships with family and friends alike.
Faeries' Exquisite Deeds
Faeries bring forth many exquisite deeds
With it a friendship that nothing impedes
Always smiling as they carry them out
Their actions quickly remove any doubts
Through dreams that resound harmonious chords
Often of family or friends we adore
Relaxing thoughts calm one's deep inner peace
Released with grace; never wish it to cease
Three pancakes, an egg or two, cup of coffee with cream
Jam on toast, some cereal with fruit, lamb is very lean
Conversation with those, who you suppose make their cats do some tricks
The kitchen's warm, staying at home, seems altogether, . . . . . .slick
Noble Deeds
Fragile wings carry faeries' flight
Through many storms and foggy nights
Smiling faces that comfort pain
Which they'll repeat over again
Aiding the hungry, old and weak
Actions faithful; no need to speak
Noblesse oblige throughout the years
With caring love, and kindest cheer
Sweet Songs
Angels are sent to comfort one
In times of woe; so troublesome
A Victorious Quest
Woodland nymphs beneath the night stars
Appeared disturbed both near and far
Gnomes lashed out in a fervent ire
Causing fond wishes to expire
Rumbling, harsh noises now were heard
As enraged gnomes blurted foul words
Each abrupt outburst caused a stir
Breaking the peace, that once endured
Winged-faeries were summoned to assist
In hopes that those gnomes would desist
A smiling crowd hailed faeries' quest
Greeting their victors as the best
Henceforth, gnomes kept the noise down
Joining nymphs and faeries in town
Those determined to keep a grudge
Were given a trial, and judged
Those who dared to defy this cause
Were barred from the forest; because
Greed and distrust had reached their bones
Impeding good sense to atone
Appearing more like winged-faeries
Consoling those quite ill at ease
Attempts of sincere offerings
To souls yearning good company
Soft, clear voices will often sing
Songs lifting one's spirits through dreamsAverting Danger
Dazzling wings that flash and adorn
Will halt trouble and also warn
Dubious paths that lie ahead
Unsafe conditions that are dread
Winged-faeries often save the day
By a profound sense they display
Averting danger and such things
With love of life; inspiring
Founded Friendship
Garden gnomes and dwarves unite
To welcome winter's warm delights
Of precious songs that faeries sing
Inspiring all to do their thing
Wondrous moments embraced with love
As blind faith strengthens from above
Friendship founded upon good will
To bridge the gaps that were once filled
Gnomes' Perseverance
Gnomes' augured grounds so steep
Building shelters very deep
Held to promises they'd keep
Working through with little sleep
Digging holes, when all looked bleak
Drawing out the earth by heaps
Shepherds' flocks of grazing sheep
Feeding on oats, which were reaped
Blistered hands and tired feet
Toiling days that night repeats
Showing others what they seek
Motioning; no time to speak
Underground where dewdrops seep
Mops to dry and brooms to sweep
Standing room; enough to leap
Profound prayer; without a peep
Gnomes' Beginnings
Gnomes commenced in a vast land known for its tall trees
Their homes were set within the hollows of these
As the Redwoods and Sequoias began to peak
Some fled their homes to view such incredible freaks
Migrating many miles, they reached these evergreens
Amazed by mother nature; so much like a dream
Soon they learned that forests, protected them quite well
Winged-faeries would visit, to rid them from bad spells
Now they flock to gardens, as well as other sites
Older ones are quick to aid, when faeries shine their light
Some sit on walls in daytime, to irrigate plants
Others are seen relaxing; which also enchants
New Zealand Gnomes
New Zealand's land is plentiful, its sheep outnumber men
Gnomes travelled far and wide, to find such a phenomenon
Some in merry old England, Ireland and other sites
Already had their dwellings built, and space was rather tight
Many stowed away on steamers, or vessels carrying goods
Those who dared to be more cunning, pinched everything they could
Every so often, one may find, in antique shops or stores
A wood-ribbed trunk, pottery or jewelry from other shores
Such thieves are gnomes in our gardens, that add that special touch
To spot the ones donning wicked grins, may not seem like much
Yet, look again, and really see, what's missing from your land
Could it be some ripe vegetables, odd tools or potted plants?
Some sit on walls from dawn til noon or fence posts in the dark
To hear a few speak in whispers, is really quite a lark
Not all do harm nor disturb the serenity at hand
Living by their wits, they learn new tricks; doing what they can
Gnomes' Haunting Chants
Torrid tales echo gnomes' haunting cries
In dark forests and gardens nearby
Most encounters that are seen or heard
Remain in one's mind years afterward
Occurring at twilight's final hour
Before the blooming of spring's flowers
Reverberating throughout the night
Shadowy beings and voices give fright
Chants sung in cadence to give them worth
From depths of wells where mothers gave birth
Woeful lyrics lamenting such deaths
Who died moments after their first breath
Presumed to gain by deranged means
Frightening faeries from clear streams
Embroiled yarns of much foul play
Mindless wrath just to have their way
Tiny Footsteps
Faerie dust falls like the rain, pouring gently, sparkling grains
Footprints found on the garden's ground, which had someone complain
Amazed, by a malevolent gaze, then wink and woosh, gone
Like a monk, behind the apple tree trunk, but a gnome long
A foot tall, feet very small, with big eyes and a white beard
A red cap and jacket, blue jeans and a hatchet, and weird
No time to explain, what was seen was in sunshine not rain
It's just funny, that the witness didn't have pictures to frame
My Garden
Garden gnomes make lovely poems
Winged fairies ponder wishes
Horny toads on stools of gold
Stalk flies and flying fishes
Lovely flowers stand tall as towers
Beneath them grass and earth
Ponds and streams are serene scenes
Upon which God breathes birth
Elves full-grown are quite well-known
To listen to the wise
Delightful themes invade our dreams
And fill us with surprise
Laughter spreads as golden threads
Are spun thoughout the night
Nature's nymphs are but a glimpse
That vanish at first light
La Ladrona
Jill sufre por sus mal dichos y acciones
Infelices como ella, sin razones
Conociéndola, es lo más trabajoso
Sola no puede y peor sin esposo
No valora ni aprecia lo que tiene
El coraje le apoya y mantiene
Jill's Uphill Struggle
Tamsyn and Jill, had had their fill, of Tayler and Rosemary, alike
Though it upset her, Jill responded by letter; but did it for spite
Her accusations were callous; reprehensive and malice, indeed
What was brought to the surface, was for the purpose, of having them seethe
Her actions were kurt, with intentions to hurt, without reason or shame
Upsetting to see, how some can be, never accepting their own blame
La Famosa de Jill
Que la famosa de Jill, se quede con el hosico metido en la mierda de cabrón
Palabras de gritona, aumentadas bruscamente, lo que necesita es un jalón
Hija de su chingada madre; caca de horror, lleva mala gana, sin cualquier valor
Pinche vieja chanclada, con el bilis de la cual, hace todo boca-bajo con vapor
Gnome-Like Style
A gnome's full grown at age twenty-two; but still has a lot to learn
His daily duties are filled with beauty, amid flowers and ferns
Each must dig without a rig, in soft soil, planting young sapling trees
In succeeding years, all those plants will appear, deep green as ripe peas
At twenty-three, gnomes tire easily, and only think of hot food
Their favourite dish, is rat tails and fish, rolled in a doughy tube
Prepared with brie, which is spread on feet, over low heat on a stove
Make a decent crunch, during next day's brunch, and served in breaded loaves
The rats go free, sans tails and feet, but within the hour, they are dead
Two sips of wine, make them go blind, then a stone is dropped on their heads
Gnomes carry them off, in wheelbarrow troughs, and stack them in a high pile
This rat packed mass, is ignited with gas, then burned in gnome-like style
Bearded Gnomes
Behind every wall, whether big or small, resides a bearded gnome
He reserves that spot for his garden pots, then carries them all home
Pacing back and forth, neither south or north, just guarding that same mark
Looking out for faeries, preferring berries, to pick when it's dark
It's often said, a dingleberry's red; but ripe ones are dark brown
When they're washed and cleaned, they will turn bright green, then buried underground
A gnome's appetite, is spared by night, during daylight looks for food
He preys on rats, just like cats; except eats the tails when in the mood
Angelic Music
Winged-faeries' soothing songs invoke, quiet, restful sleeping
In dreams, wishes that come true, are always worthwhile keeping
Melodic tones endure, sweet harmony ever-pleasing
Soft voices sung to words with fine music never ceasing
In deep wells faeries' brushes dwell, searching colours brilliant
Strokes from every hue, painted skies that look so radiant
In a poet's phrase, angelic instruments of nature
For all to witness from above; no need for conjecture
Nymphs and Faeries
Stealthily in silence, faeries fly
Fluttering wings quickly passing by
Looking out during their quiet flight
Swiftly vanishing beyond one's sight
Soft, supple petals of flowers near
Enhanced within that colourful sphere
Gazing at bubbles from the deep springs
Bursting by songs that these voices sing
Foam-filled waves washed towards the ebbing tides
Where nymphs are wading on either side
Lavishly adorned in long silk gowns
Woven wreaths worn on their heads, as crowns
The Shepherd and Old Ned
A shepherd tending to his flock, looked dismayed, wondering what to do.
After leading them through many mountain paths, realized, was missing two
The warm morning hours were here and gone, and it was now late afternoon
Rays from the sun were no longer visible, and darkness would fall soon
A gnome that roamed the countryside over prairies from the northern plains
Was often seen smoking a pipe, day or night, in spite of heavy rain
Old Ned, as he was called, was unlike the rest, then he said with a grin,
"A gnome, may moan; but only at home, to do it in public's a sin"
He had been raised, to make good in his days, lending his hand to others
The shepherd replied, "God's at your side, to treat me like a good brother"
Old Ned turned red, although embarassed, said, "your sheep are behind that tree"
Both laughed at loud, beneath the clouds; because they were in great company
Faeries' Surprises
Faeries floating in air streams
Dazzling glittered trails of beams
Wishing stars so bright above
Guiding these with so much love
Colours boast some rainbow arcs
Silken wings of lighted sparks
Smiles on faces glowing bright
Faeries' Choirs
Ubiquitous encounters and moments of savoir-faire
Exquisitely in the forests and gardens everywhere
Often caught rejoicing near still ponds, streams and sirene springs
Are faeries' choirs, harmonizing love in all they sing
A Winged-Faerie's Course
Resilient strides batting quick flashes
Swift sharp turns with fluttering dashes
A winged-faerie's course shines beams of light
Glittering gold dust trails, streaming bright
Shadows rise, fading into darkness
Silhouettes bold in utter starkness
Wind carries these through smaller places
Distinguished beings with unmasked faces
Furious heaps in swirling showers
Gliding through paths above the flowers
Reflections abound on small pieces
Clear images of nature's species
Mijita, lo siguiente son unos consejos para el cura, Edwardo
Lo que uno no entiende, más allá no se ofende
Por los dichos y los hechos, un camino más estrecho
Qué se mire por un espejo; él que no se cree viejo
Los consejos de un padre; que ni la muerte se los guarde
Tu pá
Enchanted Splendour
> Fog banks infiltrate meadows, as it spreads over bushes, trees and tiny ponds along winding
> paths in a thick, cloudy, smoke-filled haze. Silhouetted branches and limbs stretch amongst
> it as if to reach towards the heavens and release themselves from the vines that have enveloped
> their trunks. As darkness looms deeper into the silence of the night, beams shine light into
> the abysmal spaces. This effusive brightness, sirenely unfolds into effervescent imagery.
> Winged-Faeries are the guardians of the flora and fauna of forests and gardens,alike. Their
> presence unlocks the treasures of life from a mystical, enchanting and satisfying display,
> exhibited through the wisdom, hopes and dreams of people who share in this beautiful
> splendour.
> Faeries' Friends
> Faeries are particular, with whom they hang around
> One must keep true to the soul, and also be as sound
> A cat conveys its wishes, through harmless, honest deeds
> As harmony does with nature, to maintain its needs
>
> A clock that isn't ticking, probably won't alarm
> Faeries do their picking; by the deeds one does with charm
> A tea party filled with guests; birds, rabbits, cats and faeries
> Will begin with nods and bows, not the least contrary
>
> Gossip grates and grinds, leaving trails so unappealing
> Lost, are those who lash out at friends, with little feelings
> Focusing on fact, rather than on idle fiction
> Will always win out, creating a pure depiction
>
Music mixed with love in a garden full of faeries
Creates an ambiance filled with fun and all that's cherished
Cats are always invited to join this festive fête
Embellished through their meows, which also ingratiates
Well-Balanced
Life is not a pseudonym, yet does suit its name
Existence is a way to live; not at all a game
Balance holds the key to draw, conclusions towards the same
To live each day through one's wits,. by the eternal flame
Balance Newsletter
A dose of my meds taken with a half glass of water
Makes the day seem okay knowing nothing will bother
Together we gather as we share each of our talents
The Newsletter informs us and keeps us in balance
Balance
Fight or flight may sound contrite; to those who have no need
So often said, that time is dread; much effort to work its deed
No time to stop; give up or drop; rather trod forth and carry on
One makes do; and starts anew; together we're all strong
To even out; the dismal doubt, allow others to give you hope
Don't place blame, on endless names; just share to better cope
Give Your Fears to God
Trust in God without despair
Know His love through reverent prayer
Smile, rejoice and know He cares
Sit back, relax, He's always there
Give your fears to God and share
Your blessings to those in despair
Daily Growth
Draw deep breaths; exhaling slowly
Begin your day just gently strolling
Find new paths to wander drily
Embrace each one; but ponder wisely
Laugh or cry without a reason
Smile then shout in any season
Games to play in times of fun
Engage in these with anyone
Know your strengths and limits purely
Chart their growth and trends assuredly
Keep touch with all of life's aspects
Indulge in one's own self-respect
God's Beacon
Profound words that enlighten my being
A path fulfilled; light inspiring
Energy source from unselfish guidance
Reaches to comfort my inner silence
Well thought-out advice through a spiritual nurture
To those who seek it now and also, the future
Paltalk's Advice
Balance is key in producing good vibes
Learning all this can save plenty of lives
Where darkness once dwelt amid thoughtless disgrace
Glimmering rays of hope now appear on each face
Harried and hurried, pushing good plans to fail
Now, lingering silence of quiet prevails
From dusk until dawn, much confusion ensued
Through Paltalk's advice all the bad turns to good
Paltalk's Refrain
A poetic piece, to those who merit a feast, by true compassion, good thoughts and advice
Due to this, I'm inspired, and duly admire, that in their hearts only the best will suffice
So little we know, change occurs as we grow, and the problems that fill our heads with such blame
Thinking there is little to teach; once our thirties are reached, yet it's up to us to learn just the same
Paltalk's refrain, is what all need to gain, through atonement, self-help and just cause
Everyone will then see, that the good they will reap, will benefit them, by eschewing their flaws
A Downward Spiral
Blazing voices in an downward spiral
Attempts to speak may seem quite a trial
Shy and bewildered by the few who attend
Not entirely alone yet too timid to contend
Words not so easy to convey on internet
Paltalk has its experts to respond and direct
Rosemary and Tayler have been doing this awhile
Reaching out to those who detest their own denial
A Training Workshop in Wanganui
Finger foods, lifted the moods, of those attending that fine luncheon
Shery Mead, planted seeds, in many heads during the function
Odd thing was, her resemblence buzzed, like the sounds from a Nickelodeon
It Struck some keys, like melodies, which uttered the name,. . . Elodia
A Maori bone, she may call her own, was presented to her with honour
For "personal growth", one must take note, it helps each to be stronger
This symbolic gift, shall make one swift, in gathering thoughts for all that's helpful
It will eschew the negative from all that's relative and encourage one to be healthful
She was quite verklempt, in her attempts, to suppress her feelings of joy
Frank Bristol, a chariman quite cool, took Ms. Mead to Bushy Park
The rains came down, all over town, yet they took off before twas dark
Torchy (a gifted lady)
A woman whose psychic energies, flow with good form
Has been visited by faeries; not one; but a swarm
Her open mind holds visions of mystical beauty
Witnessing winged shadows in halls with voices, truly
Torchy is gifted and a lovely lady, as well
Who devotes much of her time to good friends where they dwell
Resorting to healthy laughter in healing lost souls
This generous person's strong abilities take hold
Her modest gestures are key in attaining results
With respect she exists, never accepting insults
Beauty surrounds the most precious moments of her life
Which were once but a dream, during early years of strife
Radiance lifts her spirits with an aura of love
Enjoying her new found freedom given from above
The single gift of one's life from beginning to end
Begins with good feelings, thoughts, faith and hope from within
My Encounter with Faries
I remember it was before my teen years and all the burden of
responsability that Suddenly arrived with them.
I was in Keapana (Kay ah pon ah) valley on the island of Kaua'i
gathering wild mango and avocados for the party.
We had family from O'ahu arrive for my Tutus birthday and there would be
a big Luau the next day so everyone was busy
I had already picked a big basket each of the fruit and like kids do I
became very interested in some butterflies bouncing around on the tips
of some flower petals in a nearby hybiscus bush.
Now Keapana valley is quite a distance from any village and there is
plenty of flowers and fruit everywhere you look.
Not only mangos and avocados but bananas and dry land taro too, and
honey guavas, papayas and lilikoi. I loved the place and always looked
forward to the trip.
On this particular day it was warm and fragrant with flowers a fruit and
I could hear the others talking and singing at a distance so I sat on
the grass and watched the 'butterflies'.
As I sat there watching I became aware of two of them getting closer and
closer to me as if wondering what I was!
I leaned down on one elbow and hardly breathed, hoping they would come
close enough so I could see their wings and maybe even light on my arm.
But they didn't,. they dissapeared in the grass by my elbow. I waited
breathlessly hoping more would come to me. Then it seemed I could hear
voices, I carefully moved my head up to see and there were two little
people with wings, looking at me. One was a female and she had sparkles
on her clothes and long yellow hair. The other was a male with a green
hat and short pants and boots. They talked so fast I couldn't understand
what they were saying but the female kept smiling and the male was
pointing at me. They seemed causious but not afraid, I whispered "hello"
and the male said "hello" back to me. I was afraid to move because they
might go away.
I asked them if all those butterflies on the hybiscus bush were Faries
and they both nodded yes. Then after my complete inspection, 15 or 20
minutes, the Faries flew back to the bush and they all dissapeared.
I felt so excited, I ran to my family and looked for my Auntie, she and
I had an unspoken special bond.
I relayed what I had just seen and she smiled and said.."this ia a
special blessed place and I believe you can see special things here too.."
Naiad Nymphs
Naiades are the nymphs, that were perceived to great lengths
As faeries, presiding over fountains
It's since been evidenced, and persons are convinced
That many more reside near the mountains
They bathe in a stream; such as a brook or a spring
With a preference to live in the water
First observed in Greek lit, as a legend or myth
Of such value, none would ever barter
Balance's Course of Action
Brightly coloured scenes, conveyed via dreams
Of autumn in May or spring Christmas day
With set patterns of one's senses to match
May stay on our brains, to sort out such things
Is it common to think; themes to such lengths
Or more often to keep time by a watch
Balance appeared, to round out many tears
Showing reasons for each of the seasons
Making sure it is something that would pass
The answer is clear, at this time of year
Each mood changes course, by light and its source
And a turn of events that will not last
Beauty
A beautiful face with a smile, creates
An aura that embellishes wonder
Sparkling big eyes of green pools, mesmerize
A state of mind that's forceful as thunder
There's no compromise to nature's blue skies
Nor a rainbow produced after a storm
Perceived by a brow's lift, beauty's a gift
An awestruck gesture; that's quick to inform
A Clock Garden
Paths unwind, through trees entwined, in a misty haze
Like a dream, this sirene scene, elicits that gaze
Amid flowers; large and small, angular or round
Lovely arrays, each day, of colours that abound
There, a dial spared, may seem more like a bargain
Held to that space, one may embrace, a clock garden
...the taste of candy corn, the smell of homemade carmel corn balls, the whiff of burnt pumpkin...the night wind blowing chill..looking up at the moon and imagining a witch flying by to show her silhouette against it....things i shall remember forever and ever!
P.S. I didn't know that SPOT was a faerie. Where did you find a cat that resembled her to a tee?
Ay, mijita; . . .ay mi Juana; . . .la Violetera sigue cantando y
nos llenastes de risa con tus ciriladas. Ya te pasastes, pero
las pobrecitas haditas no querían que olieran a puro fof!!!!!!
Esas pobres hadas tostadas. Sólo tú, mijita, inventando
y pasándola así.
Esas pobres haditas, mijita .
Un beso y abrazo muy fuerte, .
tu má
Frank's Poetry
Frank may think, he's just bi-polar
Gives no thought, to rhyme nor order
Such are those verses that create
A metered, proposed, prose that's great
Los Gastos de Moneda
Los gastos de moneda, aunque sean grandes hoy
No comparan con la vida, gracias aquí estoy
Mañana nos da gusto, dar gracias al Señor
Por ahora la salud, no nos llena de rencor
Somos generosos cada uno, y no deberemos olvidar
Cuando no hayan ya más cuentas, no se sabe ayudar
Mientras tenemos casa y la suerte, hay que gozar
Y realizar ese sueño, y tomarlo sin rogar
A las Hadas Dedicadas
Desde los principios; época de Eva y Adán
De lejos se veían las hadas, repartiendo pan
Se dedica esta obra y palabras de verdad
A todas estas hadas, donde existe la piedad
Enredadas; . . .las hadas con alas, les gusta volar
Por los árboles de bosque y sobre olas del mar
Con mucha energía, estas jóvenes buscan tal
Dedican todas horas, desarrollándose igual
Dumb Deeds
Dreaded, dreary, dark, dank, dawn
Destroyed doorway's drab ding dong
Drifting debris, dodged dried dung
Doctors declared; dripping, done
Deeper depths delivered drops
Dragging drillers' dogs down docks
Desperate days deafened drums
Deliberate dug deeds; . . dumb
A Special Glow
Exuberance reigns high, deep within the forest
Where many soothing songs are sung by a chorus
Creatures are all summoned to the voices they hear
And paths that were once dark, now suddenly appear
Amid a special glow; winged-faeries generate
Bright auras' shining light, renews a destined fate
Wrath Hath no Path
Lasting hugs that will always please
Faeries and cats, enjoying these
Strolling through gardens in backyards
Dusting flowers; being on guard
The ABC's of Dreaded, Derrogatory Dogma in three
different scenarios as follows:
(1) Aggressive behaviour, callously destroys fundamental goodness.
(2) Indignation jostles key leadership; maligning noteworthy, opportunity.
(3) Pronounced quivering, radically strains tender, underlying veins; worsening xanthine's yellowish zone.
Arguments abruptly, accost, attract, accuse and alledge
an apparent assumption about almost anything.
Blatant badgering, brusquely belittles beguiled bystanders
by bringing basic beliefs before battle.
Caustic, callous, calamities; collectively confuse clever colleagues;
carefully choosing certain criteria
Deliberate discrimination, directly defeats democratic dogma;
delineating drastic deeds
Esoteric energies exacerbate eccentric, erroneous, encroaching episodes;
exclusively, epitomizing euphonious entities
Flagrant fabrications frequently flare foul frustrations from flaling flexible
feelings; foregoing figuratively, flawless facts.
Grim, ghastly, ghouls greet grieving, gasping guests; giving ghostly
greetings.
Harrassing hated, heathens, hardly hastens hell's harsh, heated hangups
Ire initiates irrevocable irony, invoking indifference into itself.
Jealousy justly jostles jumbled, jagged jargon, joyously.
Kibitzing kills keen knowledge, knotting kind knaves.
Lonesome losers, literally live lurid, linear lives
Malicious mischief, magnifies most morbid mayhem.
Neighboring nations, never need negative nods. Notwithstanding
newer notions nurturing noteworthy news
Oppressive ogers' outer odor, often offends oncoming outsiders
Preposterous peasants, primarily please preferred participants
Quilled quotations, query quantifiable questions; quietly
Repetitive, rampant rhetoric, rudely reverberates raging, repulsive, revues.
Strictly speaking, sadistic sacrificing, solidifies satanic strengths
Treacherous traps, trigger troublesome tumbles, transmitting tedious
thoughts too tangled to track. Thus, this terse turmoil, takes time to tackle; thrashing
turbulent truths that traverse tense, trepid themes through thankless, tasteless,
tenuous travesties.
Undermining underlying utterances, usurps unusually, unique understudies
Volatile vagrants, vehemently view vastly verified valued venues
Women wouldn't wield wooden weapons without worrying watchfully
Xero xenon x-rayed xenia
Yeomans' yards, yesterday yielded yellow yachts
Zealots' zoos, zigzag Zion zones
Spine-Chilling Tales
Gnomes moan and groan in a low-toned grunt
Long stocking caps are worn for the hunt
Searching for tom cats as black as coal
Such evil dwells in their minds and souls
Werewolves in packs prowl city streets
Monstrous demons with tails and sharp teeth
Hideous creatures all in plain sight
Capture the moment throughout the night
Clanging bones keep old graveyards thriving
Spine-chilling tales of ghosts beguiling
Creaking doors and cold crypts of marble
Ghoulish corpses with voices garbled
Witches' caldrons stirred hot with bubbles
Loud piercing screams are signs of trouble
Eager kids display their costumed fright
For tricks or treats on Halloween night
Natures' Wanderers
> Through the rounded rocks of Strimpta Mountain
> Fresh water sprinkles much like a fountain
> Faeries gather to frolic, splash and swim
> Night to dawn amid free-spirited whims
>
> In the forest, many strange creatures roam
> Among them, are long, stocking wool-capped gnomes
> Their homes are in the hollow of a tree
> Beneath thick dried brush of bark, limbs and leaves
>
> Woodland nymphs pick flowers in the meadows
> For lovely wreaths of bright pinks and yellows
> They displayy them on their heads, necks and wrists
> An ornament that may be seen through mist
Inspiring Dedication
Virgil-Michael Moss bestows, his grandiose prose
Lavishly upon those whose glow, mirror a rose
In delicate words or phrase, expressly upholds
Kind, compassionate thoughts, as each petal unfolds
Exquisitely prepared, and earnestly proposed
Each line for Lee distinctly she, no one's opposed
His unselfishness inspires love, as it grows
In praise no less noblesse oblige, hence she's exposed