Poetry and Stories

                      I love poetry and will try to put some poems on this site.

    Fairy love

   When the moon is just right
     the sweet pipes of Pan
   are heard in the meadow.

            Tis then that the fairies fall
         in love, out of the sky
         they fall, they dive, they loop
they spin and shine.

                 Oh what a sight to behold
              not for the timid, for the bold
        on the night the fairies fall
             the earth laughs in periwinkle.

Oh what a wonder to tell
with all the magic of Tinker Belle
they fall, they dive, they loop
they spin and stop time.

               Even the good old earth rest
                       for this one night
                            in a century
                                when the fairies fall in love.

                                     Irish Blessing

May you have walls for the wind

                    And a roof for the rain,

                   And drinks beside the fire

                       Laughter to cheer you

                And those you love near you,

                          And all that you heart may desire

Cookie

You are a trip, chocolate chip

playful n` cooky, sweet as a cookie.

I tell the truth. You taste better than a Baby Ruth.

Unlike M n` M`s, you melt in my hands,

opening gates to fairylands.

With my Nutty Buddy, we can go far,

sharing a Mars or a Hershey bar.

               If this poem seems too sweet, have a glass of milk.

                     Morning, Evening and Night

            MORNING: 

               it comes to give us Happiness, Freshness and Courage of life, but only if we start  

             our  morning with good thinking

                             EVENING:
                     

                        it gives us Relaxation, but only if we have done something

                    good during the day

    NIGHT:

     it gives us Peace of mind, that we    

      passed one more day of our life, but  only 

       if we have not hurt someone

        (from Mian)         

Friends

                      Don`t walk in front of me, I may not follow

               Don`t walk behind me, I may not lead

            Walk beside me and be my friend

             (from Mian)

The kiss of the Sun for pardon

The song of the Birds for mirth

One is nearer God`s Heart in a garden

Than anywhere else on earth

(from the Compton Acres Gardens in Bournemouth, Great-Britain)

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