Deux Montagnes, Quebec
A POEM FOR KRISTY: Long ago and far away On a once recalled, but now forgotten day When the stars in the sky hung and glowed And the moon was green cheese, and it showed! Under the stars lay a Faery Queen And an Elven Lord with a gilden sheen In the courtyard a fawny-haired Princess played In the castle tower a Wizard prayed A Dragon flew across the sky A plight to the Land and many died A Prince was needed on a nobal steed To carry out the bravest deed... To save the Land and the Dragon slay To wed the Princess and win the day He charged the Dragon with sword drawn The battle was fierce and blood covered the lawn But the Prince won and the Dragon was dead And a jeweled Crown was placed upon the Prince's head And in the castle, on that starry night The Princess beheld a wonderous sight For the Prince came to claim her, his rightful prize And she became his lawful bride And the Faery Queen and the Elven Lord Were among the wedding hoard The Wizard annointed their wedding bed And the stars glowed above their heads "I pronounce thee King and Queen" he said And so King Arthur and Queen Kristy were wed. (This was written prior to my dedication to Wicca, so please excuse the Dragon slaying, and the women's rights issues. It's all meant in good fun! :-) Copyright 1991 A FAERY'S JOB: The Faery sat on a buttercup On dewdrops and nectar she did sup And when she wished to recline She covered herself with a dandelion When she rested her tiny head It was on a rosebud, so very red Then just before she laid down She removed her feather-light Faery crown Upon her stomach she did lay For Faeries have to sleep that way So as not to crush their gossamer wings They are such beautiful, fragile things! When the sun came up, of a brand-new day As she yawned and streched - in her Faery way She broke her fast with some pollen brew As a Summer breeze gently blew Then she dressed herself in her silken gown And put back on her Faery crown She wished Goodmoring to a Dove flying by Soon she was flying through the morning sky When she looked down to the ground She almost lost her Daisy crown A Fawn had fallen into a pond She waved about her Faery Wand The stardust sprinkled down through the sky Floating so softly from way up high Suddenly, the Fawn wss back at his mother's side The Faery smiled and gently sighed She looked up at the morning sun This was another job well done Then off through the sky, the Faery flew Because this is what Faeries love to do! Copyright 1991 WEEPING WILLOW: A Willow, they must be CRAZY!! Just absolutely dazey. They surely wood not think A woodnymph living here would really stink The poor woodnymph wanted dewdrops Giant spreading treetops Leaves that faced the sky, not turning down To make their bed below upon the ground She wanted branches soaring upwards Not this Willow, who was backwards A Maple, Elm or Oak would surely do She had to move to something that was new The next day she moved to an Oak And sadly, this is no joke Since then the Willow has been weeping To the Oak the woodnymph is keeping Copyright 1991 SYNLISS: Synliss was an angel, way up high Who lived on a cloud floating in the sky She remembered being a little girl But then her memories began to whirl One fine morning she began to pray That she might be a girl again one day She would have to preform one good deed To help a human who was in real need Each day she looked down to the ground As each day passed, she worn a frown Finally a soul did flutter, far away She flew there quickly to save the day After a while, she got there (To tell you the truth, she was kind of scared) The soul belonged to a tiny newborn Who wouldn't last until the morn She threw her spirit into that child Then all at once, Synliss smiled The baby would make it - Synliss knew And she was reborn that day too. PEACE AND HARMONY: The mountain reaches to the sky It's been there forever, and I can tell you why... The path begins where the Dwarves will dine Then leads midway to where the Gnomes did their mine Then goes up to the peak, where the Trolls do dwell To climb that path, it sure is...well... These are three ideal communities Of races with many diversities They interact for work and play They dance and sing throughout the day There are no wars, they never fight They have no need for force or might Everything is just as it should be They live in Peace and Harmony ...For all of the world to come and see. But we all say "It's just a Fantasy!" Copyright 1991 UNICORN: Magickal Unicorn down by the stream The most beautiful Unicorn I've ever seen When I beheld you I wanted to cry The sight of you brought tears to my eyes Tail flying high and a pale coat of cream Background forest of pastels, truly serene To paint your portrait, I dare not try Such a portrait could be but a lie What wonderous places you must have been This is the way I've always wanted to dream While you race through the forest, stop and say Hi Then back to your forest, for the night to lie Play a tune or two upon your corn Then rest yourself until the morn. Copyright 1991 YULETIDE (CHRISTMAS) FOREVER: Thank goodness Yuletide comes but once a year Because nowadays things cost so dear What ever happened to those good old days When presents were brought by reindeer and sleighs? What ever happened to that rosy glow Of hallways decorated with Mistletoe? And those balls of Holly, bells that chime Oh, it's been such a long, long time! Something I used to anticipate But that seems to have changed of late Santa with his nose so red Leave mild and cookies, then off to bed The star on the tree, the homemade bread All those aromas that went straight to your head Turkey that was stuffed and cranberyy sauce I doubt I could take it if all that were lost! When I grew up, things started to change But having no Yuletide spirit seems so strange There are too few holidays in a year When family and friends are held so dear! Someone told me Santa doesn't exist But oh, how that jolly man, is sorely missed! So if you don't mind, I think I'll believe, At least for one more Yuletide Eve! Copyright 1991 SAMHAIN (HALLOWE'EN) BREW: Brunella the Witch was in a terrible stew She couldn't find the right ingrediant for her Samhain Brew So she jumped on her broomstick and off she flew To ask the North Wind what she should do When she asked the North Wind, do you know what he said? "I can't help you now, for I have a cold in my head" Brunella told him to go straight to bed Then off to the King of the Sea she was led The King of the Sea was a sorry sight For he had been in a horrible fight She begged him to tell her, as hard as she might But he said, "Mother Nature might shed some light". Mother Nature was sitting up in a tree Crocheting leaves, as busy as a bee "Oh Mother Nature, won't you please help me?" "Of course my dear, but don't you see?" "One hair off of your black cat, is all you miss" Burnella was filled with such wonderful bliss She plucked one hair and her cat gave a hiss Then she gave her cat a great big kiss Into the cauldron that hair went It had been a busy day, but well spent Because of that hair that Brunella was lent It was her best Samhain yet, and it didn't cost a cent! Copyright 1991 FAT CAT JAKE: Fat cat Jake is a fat black cat You can always tell where this fat cat sat He eat and eats all day long And if you don't feed him, he'll tell you what's wrong He sits around on his big fat rear But he really is quite a dear His long black hair is always matted And if you try to brush him, you soon are batted He rattles the door handle when he wants to come in He comes a-running when you open a tin When his leg was broken, he used his cast To knock on the door and make you come fast He doesn't know how to catch a mouse But then, there are no mice in this house He thinks he's related to our dog And lays around ike a bump on a log He runs in the house when he's all wet He jumps up on me and I say "GET OFF MY LAP, YOU FAT BLACK CAT!!!" You can ALWAYS tell where this fat cat sat! Copyright 1991 SYN-SYN: Syn-Syn: Where'd you get that scruffy coat? Grabbing Pasha by the throat Don't you know he's trice your size? He lays there and gently sighs. Syn-Syn: You're supposed to be a Terrier You get bigger - it gets scarier Messing up my newly made bed Power went right to your head! Syn-Syn: Where'd you learn to pick those pockets? Pulling arms right out of sockets Steals the cat's food, with a shove Fits our home just like a glove Syn-Syn: Owns a pair of the saddest eyes Goes to the door, looks up and cries, Though you're only six weeks old We all think you're solid gold! Syn-Syn: Wrestles with his many toys Gives us all the greatest joys Can't think of when he wasn't here Because he is our very dear...Syn-Syn! Copyright 1991 CLOSE YOUR EYES: Close your eyes my love and dare to dream Of the most beautiful place that you've ever seen See pretty maidens dancing with long, shining hair The most wonderful things seem to be there Hear the babbling sound of a pebbly brook Give the Daffodil petals a second look Take a great big whiff of those red roses Over there! Two Bambis are rubbing noses Watch the Pegasus fly by on giant wings In that tall Gilden Tree a bluebird sings A bunny hops by, with long flopping ears The churhbell is chiming and everyone hears That it's time for them all to go to their beds And the sky is filled with shades of orange and reds The Bluebird goes home to its tiny nest The Knights lay down from their weary quests In the Castle the Maidens lay The Bunny is holed-up until the new day And you, my love, dream tonight Behold this magnificent, marvelous sight Because Mommy loves you my doe-eyed girl And upon your brow there lies a curl And as I brush that curl aside You sigh and smile as time you bide Until sunlight streaks into your room And wakens you into full-bloom Then memories of your dream will do To make life magickal for you And when I look into your eyes I see my own miniture sunrise. Copyright 1991 COMING HOME: I walk down that lonely road Feeling like I'm all alone I've been missing you all day Wishing you were here at home I get closer to that corner Where I stand and wait each day I can't wait to see your smiling face There's so much I want to say It's almost time, I can hardly wait The other buses have all passed There's a lot for us to do today Why must your's alwsys be last? When I see that schoolbus coming Coming around that far, far bend Those red stop lights are a-flashing Yes, it's bringing home my best friend So come on home my little love Then we can laugh and play I give you my solemn word I'll be here everyday And though, these days will one day end There'll be different things for us to share You'll prefer to be among your friends But in my heart, I'll still be there! Copyright 1991 CHRISSIE: A painter's board is usally colorful and gay With colors that resemble a crispy Autumn's day It looks like a rainbow that's been blown apart Full of beautiful colors that come from the heart The reds, the yellows, the greens, and the blues All of these colors seem to remind me of you They look so gay, yet inside they are sad They are filled with the tears of a poor crippled lad When you were born,you seemed simply, a lad that might die Bur inside your heart there started a cry "Let me live, let me live... Oh please, let me live" You spent seven years of your life in a wheelchair Things that you loved only seemed to be there Things that you felt, you felt from the start Things that you loved, you loved from the heart Now you are ten and walking all right Because of your struggle to live, and the fight You remind me of that paintboard, you really do Because I'm your Sister and I love you! Copyright 1970 Chrissie died yesterday He just couldn't survive He may be dead But to me he's alive Up in heaven where Chrissie stays He's no longer crippled, he runs and he plays Chrissie, I miss you, but then I guess you know I do Because I'm your Sister, and I'll always love you. Copyright September 1978 Two months and six days after Chrissie died I took the most precarious ride Up to the hospital to deliver A brand new Daughter for Chrissie's Sister. Oh, Chrissie was there, he was seen How proud of Kristy he must have been! I know that you're happy I named her after you, too Because she's your Niece and she would have loved you! Copyright November 1978 Twenty years have come and gone Since I last sang Chrissie's song Mom went to join him, I'm sad to say But we all came to expect this day Up in heaven he's on her knee She's filling him in about our family tree We're going to miss them, but I guess it's normal to And because we're a family, one day we'll join them too. Copyright 1998 MY POEMS: I looked up at the stars And took one in my hand And brought it down to land In a big, clean glass jar I searched it for details An put them into words To sound like songs of birds To see it tip-to-tail It really was quite hard It took me quite a while But oh, to see you smile It made me feel a bard And when I think back On all of the poems I've done They are like rays of sun They make up for the lace On very rainy days Of sunshine glowing down They shine more joy around Than words could ever say Copyright 1991 More to come soon. Drop by to see my latest poem additions!
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