08 Friday Jun 2018
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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Elvin magic flies about
Wistful thoughts crying out
Tearing at her soul, exposed
Longing to forget these woes
Of lovers lost
And left behind
Of broken hearts
For which she pined
Nights where bodies
Intertwined
Locked forever
In her mind
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23 Friday Mar 2018
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry, The Daily Post
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Mystic powers, in her hands
Elfin magic, carefully planned
A talisman of water, blue
That hides the secrets, no one knew
Of how she came to be an elf
Different from her mortal self
They called her queen, with scepter tall
She ruled their world, the big and small
Never to learn that their precious queen
Knew her victory had been foreseen
The Daily Post (from 3/22): Talisman
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16 Friday Mar 2018
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Daydreaming, in a lighthearted way
Staring off in the distance, she sighs
Light in the forest, behind her
Daybreak, again, on the rise
Elfin magic begins its descent
She waits for it to draw near
Dancing about, sunbeams shine
This is her favorite time of the year
For the world around, grows brighter
As the darkness quickly fades away
Nature begins her spring rebirth
And the elves rejoice, on this day
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22 Friday Dec 2017
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Always hiding, within a book
Never glancing out, to take a look
Delph the Elf, was a studious guy
Never cared much for Santa, but why?
No one knew, twas a puzzle to all
How could he do this, oh what gall!
Christmas was near, the children, excited
Yet this little elf would stay home, he decided
He sat on his chair, day after day
Night after night, he liked it this way
See, he didn’t care, he kept to himself
Thankful for not being stuck on a shelf
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30 Monday Oct 2017
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Elfin angel, sleeps aloft, at night
Cradling against the lunar light
Wonder what she’s dreaming of
Wrapped in stars, from high above
Could she be thinking of what’s below?
Or how far down she needs to go
To find the Earth, on which she’ll play
Perhaps it’s best, up here, to stay
Yes, she is purely a heavenly child
For which the moon has now beguiled
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