Look at the Fairies
Part Two

















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
 
 






                           



Grimacing Masks
A night of fright like old horror features
Turns out scary themes of ugly creatures
Many hideous monsters and witches
Or grumpy gnomes emerging from ditches

Children out walking are told to beware
Of haunted houses in night's misty glare
Jack'O Lanterns grin and brighten dark paths
Their burning laughter ignites pumpkins' wrath

Big hairy spiders with ghastly hooked horns
Dangle from cobwebs of houses adorned 
Grimacing masks on long faces just stare
Halloween night brings to light many scares


Grant Ant
Walking dark lengths of tunnels and roads
Two faeries wandered through many holes
The walls' surfaces were cold and rough
Five hours hence, both had endured enough
Hearing them both approach, an ant said
"If you're lost, you might try this instead"
"I see a light", a faerie exclaimed
"Not many roads to freedom; he claimed"
Field Filled with Friends
Grains are swept away by currents of wind
Drying in bright sun, tall stalks stand so trim
Gnomes follow a path through deep furrowed rows
Wheat golden kernels are kneaded to dough

Faeries fly over these fields at night's end
For glimpses of creatures that are their friends
Shone by starlight, are these faces so worn
Gnomes heading back to a place they call home 



Marriage
Love endorses passion's embrace
Determined beings harness His grace
Profoundly nurture bonding's strengrh
Forever shared to such great lengths

Two souls entwined in harmony
Soft-spoken words, inspiring
Destiny fulfilled through the years
Trust will win and diminish fear

Endeariung hearts are so inclined
To cherish love, which is divine
Righteous paths sought for each to grow
Endured through union's knot betrothed

Frolicking Faeries
Flower petals swept in the wind
Colours spiral in downward spins
Faeries collect them as they fall
Beautiful wreaths made to enthrall

On lily pads as rafts or boats
Faeries frolic yet stay afloat
To ford across a pond or stream
Whilst breezes drift by in-between

Long-drawn sighs in contented dreams
Little ones sleep, amid nice scenes 
Lovely displays that faeries bring
To hush loud cries with their singing 

Soft, serene voices heard in song
Angelic choirs from night to dawn
Smiles on faces sincere and shy
Comfort children through lullaby 


Lovely Scenes
Woodland nymphs in a blue, shallow pond
Gracefully wade both near and beyond
Gnomes make their homes in big hollow trees
Inside felled stumps beneath drying leaves

Etched on glass are many hues that shine
Evoking bright colours for mankind
Freshwater pouring on rounded stones
Soothes the mind, when one is all alone

Winged-faeries fly, catching lovely scenes
In green forests, as little ones dream
Heavenly voices are heard in song
Serenading children all night long

Another World
In many ways, during lazy days, gnomes do not like thinking
Such will sleep for hours, amid flowers, dewdrops fall by sprinkling
It is quite a place, to set pace, indeed before a sunrise
Winged-faeries fly, beneath a sky, where tall trees are grouped by size

Buzzing bees, swarm in a breeze, with their hives in trees quite hollow
Their honeycombs, are waxed and honed, so soft and fun to follow
But a bear's flaw, is to claw, which causes a bee to sting him
They will run to a cool lake, not hesitate, then jump right in

The nymphs and frogs, will sit on logs or wade in shallow water
They both are fond, of drip-drop ponds, to splash, not even bother 
A faerie's worth, is not just birth, she helps children sleep through dreams
Hymns and songs, teach right from wrong, to which she displays serene scenes


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The Cat of Abradrat and Hank
Monetary stipends taken, by tax-collecting crooks
Who infiltrated forests, checking off those paid, in books 
They were sent by Tyron Cowardsdrake and his band of thieves
Stripping old gnomes of what they had, then leaving them to grieve

Until Fred Cat of Abradrat, responded to this cause
Two days hence from that offence, was enough to draw applause
Also to thank, was his horse, Hank, who strode in as a steed
His hooves stomped on, several tax morons, at a quick speed

A trial took place, to save face, of all that had ensued
Cowardsdrake, was burned at the stake, which ended a long feud
Now in this land, the tax at hand, was limited to choice
Pay or not, no one cared a lot, just live life and rejoice

New Love
To bridge the gaps that were once undone
Steady beats marched to another's drum
And endearing glimpses shared in stride
Professing to love with boastful pride
 
Steps taken are quite different now
A learning growth to enhance deep vows
Angelic voices guide each dear heart
Patience cherished to do his/her part
 
Hence two have become strongly fulfilled
Facing challenges through grace and will
Backward glances amid smiles so grand
Amazing future is now at hand

Justice Will Prevail
On bended knee, bowing gracefully, his gesture quite noble
Rhett Frizzlestrand, owned much land, in fact, he was a mogul
This cat was keen, on bringing fiends, directly to high court
Let the queen take strides, and decide, to retain or abort
As townships grow, Her Royal Highness knows, she must be bold
Win or fail, justice will prevail, her decision would hold

"What do you bring, my fine underling, a pig-stealing gnome?"
"I just stole one, t'was all in fun, please let me return home"
"Your sentence will, be twenty-four weeks fulfilled, in exile"
"I thank you, Rhett, for bringing yet, another soul to trial"
It is said, a sentence dread, may be worse when carried out
The queen made Rhett, her Secretariat, to rid all doubts
   

Yarnell McNee
A gallant bow, eschewed any doubts, that he was of royal birth
The shield and sword, were of silver and gold, in terms of their real worth
Yarnell McNee, was thought to be, a young rogue at many bashes
His cloak and gloves, were as white as doves, in darkness, vibrant flashes

A brilliant scheme, to engage the queen, in hot green tea and crumpets
 Announcing her, caused quite a stir, peaceful silence pierced by trumpets"McNee, what cur, your laughter is observed, and we are not amused"
"Oh pardon me, your highness, please, my manner's really just a rouse"

 This gent, turned his heels and went, to the farthest end of the parlour
 Then he said, "on thee I tread,  lightly, such 'harshness', none to harbour"
 "Thou shows wit, so kindly, sit; I have a favour to ask of thee"
Upon her request, he sat, no jest, . . .just as quiet as could be

"My dear, McNee, I'm quite fond of thee, and hope our friendship's lasting
 "You're a noble cat, whose deeds stem back, to grandiose things, I've seen"
"As messenger to me, you're to seek, the Gnomes of Bingham Forest"
"Be so inclined, until you find, these curmudgeons to sing for us"

And so he strode, through many roads, on horseback, for days on end
 He happened upon, two gnomes named John, ugly twins of the same kin
 They said, "we are but two, of many, who, sing songs both long and short"
Gathering joyfully, they followed McNee, to the queen and her court
A Gnome's Zone
Gnomes in homes are strictly drones whose groans are monotones
Their quest at best, lacks much rest; no time to leave their zone
Apparently, in hollow trees, too warm to just freeze
Beneath the earth, a climate worth, roots and coloured leaves



Tayler the Cat
Fearful paths through Marley Square up to the local pub
Gnomes would join in one and all from dense dark forest shrubs
They'd talk about the hooded druids like ghosts that scare
A lighted window painted red cautioned to "beware"

Faeries that patrolled the trees were scarce and not prepared
Too often would be with friends to help and do their share
And in steady streaks, these daunting freaks, would soon prevail
Frightening gnomes, in their homes, to gather and impale

This went on for years on end without a pause or stop
Until the day Tayler came, and placed gnomes' needs on top
His sbarp claws were quite the thing; could cut a soul to shreds
Throughout the week his plans peaked; druids at last were dead

Tayler is a fearless cat, with whiskers long and stout
Such noblesse oblige, ended that seige, leaving no doubts
With that said, gnomes no longer dread, life in the forest
In songs they sing, "Tayler's our king", in joyful chorus

Barnaby Woolstern
> Air currents stirred up a whirlwind on a bright autumn afternoon in Dindraekshire Wells.
> The rolling hills that overlook the meadows display the deep, furrowed paths spiraling
> to their summits.  These have been troddened by many sheep who still roam these 
> monoliths daily as did their ancestors centuries long past.

> Gnomes generally reside beneath the earth; some in the hollows of felled trees, and 
are seen every now and then in their colourful stocking caps, sometimes two abreast, 
> following those paths, whilst engaged in conversation.  

> Barnaby Woolstern is no exception to the rule.  He is one of the older curmudgeons;
> regarded as a knowledgeable elder who tells wondrous tales that mark his journeys
> through nearly two and a half centuries.  

> It is said, that a gnome can live as long as his beard, which is the reason, they're never 
> clipped.

> Cows, pigs, turkeys and sheep are Barnaby's specialty.  He can fatten them up for prize-
> winners at a county fête or convince them to lend their backs in transporting him from one 
> end of a farm to the other.   The ease with which to barter a hen for goat's milk or promise 
> a cat to send word to a flock of sheep, is done periodically by Barnaby just for appearances 
> sake.

> Some of the townsfolk still call upon Barnaby to help them raise their flocks, pigs, turkeys 
> and other farm animals for a small stipend, which is paid to him every fortnight.  

> To this day, Barnaby may be seen in a long red stocking cap, boasting a long silver beard 
> and waving his large hands to passersby on one of those paths.

Pesky Varmints
In gardens and forests, pesky varmints called gnomes
Lurk about in odd places not far from their homes
Using cats as messengers by promising treats
These curmudgeons laugh and chortle but dare not speak 

Usually up to no good from dusk until dawn
Maniacal ways that will disrupt a mowed lawn
Their cluttered warm homes are in the hollows of trees
Burrowed in soft ground, beneath a blanket of leaves

They're up in the wee hours just before morning's sun
Looking for whiskers for diabolical fun
Rising up from the ground, one can see tiny heads
Many ways nearly human, yet their minds still are dread

In pointed stocking caps meant to keep their heads clean
They stash hoards of dried cat food stolen just like fiends
At day's end these old gnomes disappear underground
Felines do as they please knowing they're not around

Poetry and Prose of Leo Valencia   2005 Copyright 
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