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Unicorn.
UNICORN
A Unicorn dances in the dark of the night,
Watching the little people on a stage so bright.
Were little musicians play earth songs best,
And the moonlight hides no angels at rest.
Lilly of the valley lights the way to the stage,
Where all acts performed come from an age.
Ancient the moves again and again,
To keep them dancing before the rain.
Partying wild animals come together and feast,
Playing with wolves, no longer a cunning beast.
A magical dust covers flora and ground,
So mystic a place where all this is found.
The fairy Queen now dances the stage with grace,
All heads bow, they know their place.
She scatters magic dust into the air,
As the Unicorn stamps a signal, Beware.
Descend those cold eyes that have seen,
On the first and last dance of the peoples Queen
Nervous are those who protect her most,
The dance of the Unicorn is now but a ghost.
A Unicorn dances in the dark of the night,
Watching the little people on a stage so bright.
Were little musicians play earth songs best,
And the moonlight hides no angels at rest.
Lilly of the valley lights the way to the stage,
Where all acts performed come from an age.
Ancient the moves again and again,
To keep them dancing before the rain.
Partying wild animals come together and feast,
Playing with wolves, no longer a cunning beast.
A magical dust covers flora and ground,
So mystic a place where all this is found.
The fairy Queen now dances the stage with grace,
All heads bow, they know their place.
She scatters magic dust into the air,
As the Unicorn stamps a signal, Beware.
Descend those cold eyes that have seen,
On the first and last dance of the peoples Queen
Nervous are those who protect her most,
The dance of the Unicorn is now but a ghost.
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
This is just one of the poems I have doneabout Unicorns (again many years ago now) inspired by my youngest child wanting a bedtime story.
soul mate effect part 2
I am used to weird stuff coming from a family of powerful spellcasters,
but when the gorgeous man in front of me suddenly turned into a massive
white wolf with a coat that shined like liquid pearls, well you can guess that I thought I was losing my mind. Then things got even weirder
when the three men in front of me turned into snarling animals themselves. One was a massive grizzly bear, another was black panther, and the last obviously the leader was a massive lion. Oh before I forget my name is Anna Nephis. I am a member of one of the most powerful sorcerous families in the night world. I am a fire brand, someone who can manipulate fire with destructive results. Due to my explosive temper and complete disregard for anything my frigid mother has to say I was disowned and forced to leave my native home of New Orleans Louisiana. That is how I landed myself in B.F.E Oklahoma. Now back to my story. The beast men lunged at each other in a whirlwind of fangs and claws but it was one wolf against three other creatures. He was losing big, was going to die if i didn't do something so I pulled all the energy I could out of the air and held it until i felt the familiar sensation of warmth spreading from the middle of my chest to my fingers and toes. Releasing the energy in an explosive burst body instantly catches ablaze. Usually when I use my fire brand skills I wear special fire proof clothing but seeing as I was out looking for a job. I was not planning on going firecracker tonight so my clothes immediately begin to burn which normally I don't mind but I spent $20 on these jeans and now they are going to be charcoal in about ten seconds. I step out of my little corner and shout "Hey fellas play with me and you gonna get burned." the three hood beasts run like scalded kittens leaving me with only me and the beautiful wolf
but when the gorgeous man in front of me suddenly turned into a massive
white wolf with a coat that shined like liquid pearls, well you can guess that I thought I was losing my mind. Then things got even weirder
when the three men in front of me turned into snarling animals themselves. One was a massive grizzly bear, another was black panther, and the last obviously the leader was a massive lion. Oh before I forget my name is Anna Nephis. I am a member of one of the most powerful sorcerous families in the night world. I am a fire brand, someone who can manipulate fire with destructive results. Due to my explosive temper and complete disregard for anything my frigid mother has to say I was disowned and forced to leave my native home of New Orleans Louisiana. That is how I landed myself in B.F.E Oklahoma. Now back to my story. The beast men lunged at each other in a whirlwind of fangs and claws but it was one wolf against three other creatures. He was losing big, was going to die if i didn't do something so I pulled all the energy I could out of the air and held it until i felt the familiar sensation of warmth spreading from the middle of my chest to my fingers and toes. Releasing the energy in an explosive burst body instantly catches ablaze. Usually when I use my fire brand skills I wear special fire proof clothing but seeing as I was out looking for a job. I was not planning on going firecracker tonight so my clothes immediately begin to burn which normally I don't mind but I spent $20 on these jeans and now they are going to be charcoal in about ten seconds. I step out of my little corner and shout "Hey fellas play with me and you gonna get burned." the three hood beasts run like scalded kittens leaving me with only me and the beautiful wolf
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Posted: Jun 2012
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VOLUND
Echoing through the Dwarf’s cave, clanging and banging,
Silver and rare earth metals, with every strike, between hammer and anvil twanging,
The Smith worked away,
On heavy anvil, or tapping on fine bench, night and day,
Never seeing daylight from this cave, hid away in Myrkwood,
Methods hidden from prying eyes, many would steal them, if they could,
Caressing the ore, lutetium, silver, osmium, iridium,
Chanting now, almost in delirium,
A handful of this or that, some other, the lot,
Across the hearth, into melting pot,
At a temperature so high,
A human, if close, would surely die,
And when all was melted and smelted,
Into ingot, spelled upon and with half the Magick melded,
Then more Magick, into living spring water dipped,
To make sure all is right with it now, with tongue licked,
Hammered and shaped, then one more heating and lick,
Last shaping then, more heat and into dragons spittle dip,
Whereupon it turned black,
Then with Magick polishing cloth, chanting, rubbing, for many hours, forward and back
A sword then for a God fit!
If he can do a bargain…..If the God can afford it,
Volund the dwarf, Master Smith, laughed to himself,
And gently placed it next to a magnificent silver battle axe, on the rock shelf.
Silver and rare earth metals, with every strike, between hammer and anvil twanging,
The Smith worked away,
On heavy anvil, or tapping on fine bench, night and day,
Never seeing daylight from this cave, hid away in Myrkwood,
Methods hidden from prying eyes, many would steal them, if they could,
Caressing the ore, lutetium, silver, osmium, iridium,
Chanting now, almost in delirium,
A handful of this or that, some other, the lot,
Across the hearth, into melting pot,
At a temperature so high,
A human, if close, would surely die,
And when all was melted and smelted,
Into ingot, spelled upon and with half the Magick melded,
Then more Magick, into living spring water dipped,
To make sure all is right with it now, with tongue licked,
Hammered and shaped, then one more heating and lick,
Last shaping then, more heat and into dragons spittle dip,
Whereupon it turned black,
Then with Magick polishing cloth, chanting, rubbing, for many hours, forward and back
A sword then for a God fit!
If he can do a bargain…..If the God can afford it,
Volund the dwarf, Master Smith, laughed to himself,
And gently placed it next to a magnificent silver battle axe, on the rock shelf.
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
A little bit of Viking....for some who might not have read it...Andrew...xxx
Dream.....Reality
For i see today
that my life is
not to be the way
i wish it to be.
I sit here and
wish that it was
so, but know that
is not the way
i am to go.
I think to myself
what is next for
me all i have to
do is dream it
true but reality
is different you
see it's not what
is reality for
you or me.
that my life is
not to be the way
i wish it to be.
I sit here and
wish that it was
so, but know that
is not the way
i am to go.
I think to myself
what is next for
me all i have to
do is dream it
true but reality
is different you
see it's not what
is reality for
you or me.
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
How do we know what is a dream and what is to become reality?
The truth behind Rumpelstiltskin revealed (Part I)
This story, as all these type of stories begin, happened once upon a time, in a land far, far away. It is almost lost in the mists of time. There lived a Miller and, as far as Millers went, he was not a bad fellow. His only vice, if you could call it that, was that he was rather fond of a drink and at every opportunity he enjoyed one, or more.
He did not own his own mill but leased it from the King. Not that this stopped him from being jolly. He was rather round and laughed most of the time. He was jollier still when he was imbibing.
The only bane in his life was his daughter. She was fat and to be truthful rather ugly. Now you might say that saying this is not nice, well, if she stood next to a donkey’s behind the only way you could tell them apart was that the donkey has a tail. Her chin had multiple chins and her face was covered with pustules and her upper lip had the makings of a great moustache.
I should also mention that she was lazy. Lazy is actually an understatement. She was loathe to leave her bed, except when it came to eating. Were it not for the fact that food was not brought to her bed I believe she would have stayed in there. Grunting and groaning she would drag herself out of bed and make her way to the kitchen. Once she had eaten she would make her way back to bed, to rest after her exertions.
The Miller was at his wits end. What to do? How to get rid of her? She was eating him out of house and home, there was barely food left for him. When it came to eating her laziness disappeared. Bowl after bowl of food vanished, straight down her gullet. The situation was getting so bad that he was even running out of money for drinking. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
It was her habit that when she finished eating she would go outside for nature’s call. When she went outside to use the outhouse he locked the doors and barred the windows. To her surprise she could not get back in. No amount of begging and pleading or crying moved the Miller to open the door.
Repeatedly she walked round and round the house looking for entrance but it was securely locked and shuttered. She tried approaching the neighbours but they knew her habits only too well. They quickly locked their doors also and barred their windows. Nobody wanted her in their house.
As night started to fall she became more desperate. It was rumoured that wild animals roamed the night. These animals were so fierce that they could devour a fully grown human with one gulp. She did not want to verify the truth of the rumour. Now there was only one place left for her to go. She would have to walk to the castle and throw herself on the mercy of the King. That she would walk that distance showed how desperate she really was.
He did not own his own mill but leased it from the King. Not that this stopped him from being jolly. He was rather round and laughed most of the time. He was jollier still when he was imbibing.
The only bane in his life was his daughter. She was fat and to be truthful rather ugly. Now you might say that saying this is not nice, well, if she stood next to a donkey’s behind the only way you could tell them apart was that the donkey has a tail. Her chin had multiple chins and her face was covered with pustules and her upper lip had the makings of a great moustache.
I should also mention that she was lazy. Lazy is actually an understatement. She was loathe to leave her bed, except when it came to eating. Were it not for the fact that food was not brought to her bed I believe she would have stayed in there. Grunting and groaning she would drag herself out of bed and make her way to the kitchen. Once she had eaten she would make her way back to bed, to rest after her exertions.
The Miller was at his wits end. What to do? How to get rid of her? She was eating him out of house and home, there was barely food left for him. When it came to eating her laziness disappeared. Bowl after bowl of food vanished, straight down her gullet. The situation was getting so bad that he was even running out of money for drinking. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
It was her habit that when she finished eating she would go outside for nature’s call. When she went outside to use the outhouse he locked the doors and barred the windows. To her surprise she could not get back in. No amount of begging and pleading or crying moved the Miller to open the door.
Repeatedly she walked round and round the house looking for entrance but it was securely locked and shuttered. She tried approaching the neighbours but they knew her habits only too well. They quickly locked their doors also and barred their windows. Nobody wanted her in their house.
As night started to fall she became more desperate. It was rumoured that wild animals roamed the night. These animals were so fierce that they could devour a fully grown human with one gulp. She did not want to verify the truth of the rumour. Now there was only one place left for her to go. She would have to walk to the castle and throw herself on the mercy of the King. That she would walk that distance showed how desperate she really was.
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Posted: Sep 2012
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EDGE OF THE SEA
By: Schyler Silvey
our ship wrecked on shores that were unknown to me
no one escaped from what all i could see
i lay on the beach in shock and dismay
where i cry and so constantly pray
then i see life in the far distant sun
she looked very old though ever so young
her eyes were so red and blistering white
they seemed to emit a blinding bright light
and now it becomes ever so very clear
she is a lost witch, siren, demon or seer
now her eyes leave me so lost in a trance
as she approaches in a slow graceful stance
only moments go bye before she kisses me
my mind becomes filled with joy and so much glee
lost in a state of lust and disarray
i never knew this could occur in that way
i never thought this would happen to me
my head bitten off on the edge of the sea
our ship wrecked on shores that were unknown to me
no one escaped from what all i could see
i lay on the beach in shock and dismay
where i cry and so constantly pray
then i see life in the far distant sun
she looked very old though ever so young
her eyes were so red and blistering white
they seemed to emit a blinding bright light
and now it becomes ever so very clear
she is a lost witch, siren, demon or seer
now her eyes leave me so lost in a trance
as she approaches in a slow graceful stance
only moments go bye before she kisses me
my mind becomes filled with joy and so much glee
lost in a state of lust and disarray
i never knew this could occur in that way
i never thought this would happen to me
my head bitten off on the edge of the sea
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Posted: Oct 2012
Post CommentGreek In Stature
The statue stands erect
for all to see his grace
and all it's glory.
His hair flows like a main
down his back and around
his face for all to see.
His clothes drape around
his body to show his power.
At his right and left sit
the lions protecting him
at his home.
They want to show there
strength and all their
loyalty to the master
that is near thee.
What a site this makes
to see Greek myth in
their beauty.
With fruit at their feet
and leaves there for all
to see how loved they are.
The plants decorate their
land that is at their feet
in the sand.
What a tradition to look
at and see their history.
for all to see his grace
and all it's glory.
His hair flows like a main
down his back and around
his face for all to see.
His clothes drape around
his body to show his power.
At his right and left sit
the lions protecting him
at his home.
They want to show there
strength and all their
loyalty to the master
that is near thee.
What a site this makes
to see Greek myth in
their beauty.
With fruit at their feet
and leaves there for all
to see how loved they are.
The plants decorate their
land that is at their feet
in the sand.
What a tradition to look
at and see their history.
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
Statue i saw
silver star
From a silver star
fell on Earth a man
with no believes…
Fell in the middle of a city
with no name,
than he begun to walk
his first, and his last road
direction home…
He crossed the ocean
crossed the desert
and all the green fields he crossed
but never thought
in the deep blue skies above…
Than he found a flower
in a fish tank, dirty water
thought he’s the owner
of those beauty
and he begun to wonder, about
where to go, who to tell
when could be
the time when he decides to pay
the tax for walking foreign land,
which prize he’ll have to afford
for each step on ground he knew
just when was born.
And stopped the time
to count
nothing moved,
the man looked around
and saw falling stars
one after another
and was when met the judge
and the prisoners
in land of no one,
land with blue sky
pale fields, transparent rivers
strange specie called plants
and creatures eating death,
called animals, for his surprise…
Than he crossed the skies
but no, it was just a dream
he woke up
a man dreamed for first time…
Than he said a word
but was not sure to understand
those was language unknown
and he thought
how to swim away…
and walked
direction home
and crossed the ocean
crossed the desert
and the green grass
his first, and last road
direction silver star.
fell on Earth a man
with no believes…
Fell in the middle of a city
with no name,
than he begun to walk
his first, and his last road
direction home…
He crossed the ocean
crossed the desert
and all the green fields he crossed
but never thought
in the deep blue skies above…
Than he found a flower
in a fish tank, dirty water
thought he’s the owner
of those beauty
and he begun to wonder, about
where to go, who to tell
when could be
the time when he decides to pay
the tax for walking foreign land,
which prize he’ll have to afford
for each step on ground he knew
just when was born.
And stopped the time
to count
nothing moved,
the man looked around
and saw falling stars
one after another
and was when met the judge
and the prisoners
in land of no one,
land with blue sky
pale fields, transparent rivers
strange specie called plants
and creatures eating death,
called animals, for his surprise…
Than he crossed the skies
but no, it was just a dream
he woke up
a man dreamed for first time…
Than he said a word
but was not sure to understand
those was language unknown
and he thought
how to swim away…
and walked
direction home
and crossed the ocean
crossed the desert
and the green grass
his first, and last road
direction silver star.
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Posted: Nov 2012
Post CommentAware
Aware
Like a shadow
Following me everywhere
Knowing you are there
Always been aware
That you are there
No beginning
No end
Then, now, always here, there, everywhere
You followed me
Still follow me
You shadow, you
Can’t get rid of you
Can’t leave you behind
Can’t let you go
No matter how hard I try
You ghost me everywhere
So help me then
Get rid of you
What if I haunt you in exchange
What if I materialise and follow you
I need to make you real
I need to break the chain
Haunt you
Destroy you
Alienate you
Because I’m always aware
You were there
When we leave
You’ll be free
To follow me
Fly with me
Soar
Eternally
Like a shadow
Following me everywhere
Knowing you are there
Always been aware
That you are there
No beginning
No end
Then, now, always here, there, everywhere
You followed me
Still follow me
You shadow, you
Can’t get rid of you
Can’t leave you behind
Can’t let you go
No matter how hard I try
You ghost me everywhere
So help me then
Get rid of you
What if I haunt you in exchange
What if I materialise and follow you
I need to make you real
I need to break the chain
Haunt you
Destroy you
Alienate you
Because I’m always aware
You were there
When we leave
You’ll be free
To follow me
Fly with me
Soar
Eternally
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
Sometimes a connection goes beyond time and spaceMistakes (with extreme poetic licence)
I look back and see mistakes
One piled on top of another
How do I pick the worst
So many seek my attention
The car I bought, shiny bright
Was the worst of all the lemons
Hardly a day did go past
When things just weren’t happening
With women I had no luck
I married all the wrong ones
Behind my back they played around
Then they took me for my money
The quaint little house that I bought
I thought my home to retire
Came home late one night
My ex had taken possession
The jobs I had I tried so hard
To do more than I had to
When things got slow, sacking time
To the front of the line they’d push me
Even when I was a young child
The middle of six children
No-one wanted to spend time with me
Even my parents ignored me
So how do I pick my worst mistake
With so many screaming at me
It seems the mistake that’s worst of all
I was born and no-one knew it
One piled on top of another
How do I pick the worst
So many seek my attention
The car I bought, shiny bright
Was the worst of all the lemons
Hardly a day did go past
When things just weren’t happening
With women I had no luck
I married all the wrong ones
Behind my back they played around
Then they took me for my money
The quaint little house that I bought
I thought my home to retire
Came home late one night
My ex had taken possession
The jobs I had I tried so hard
To do more than I had to
When things got slow, sacking time
To the front of the line they’d push me
Even when I was a young child
The middle of six children
No-one wanted to spend time with me
Even my parents ignored me
So how do I pick my worst mistake
With so many screaming at me
It seems the mistake that’s worst of all
I was born and no-one knew it
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
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