Showing posts with label Faerie Maven-Pralou. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Faerie Maven-Pralou. Show all posts

Saturday, May 13, 2017

DAY #41 - Venus the Appeaser

Well now, THIS is a different look at bringing peace, and not without a little bit of irony, I suspect.  What is Venus up to once she hands you your hat?



Venus in Service
by Faerie Maven-Pralou

She is silent as a mouse
Though you hear her throughout the house
Moving from room to room

She is on a mission
To clean up the kitchen
Before the clock strikes noon

What would we do in our life of leisure
Without the help of our dear appeasers
Who wait on us hand and foot

They make our beds and shine our shoes
Iron our shirts and fetch our booze
Without a complaint or a hoot

Never must we wait
To take up a plate
Nor wait for our port to be be poured

Your cars always waiting
Always anticipating
Handing you your hat at the door

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Poems and stories (2000w or less) can be submitted at the drop boxes on LEA 4, or by emailing them to caledoniaskytower at g mail (dot) com. And YES, feel free to illustrate your submissions!

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

DAY #10: The Soothing Space of Neptune

I love it when people try something new.  A big round of applause to Faerie Maven-Pralou for braving haiku for today's featured poem.





Oceans
An attempted Haiku 
By Faerie Maven-Pralou

Waves kiss the seaweed
a tiny spark ignites
as seahorses take flight

The ocean calms me
ebb and flow lulls me to sleep
on a bed of pearls

Fish swish past my ear
Listen closely and I hear
the sea welcomes me

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Poems can be submitted at the drop boxes on LEA 4, or by emailing them to caledoniaskytower at g mail (dot) com.

Friday, April 7, 2017

DAY #5: Return to Saturn



Aging
By Faerie Maven-Pralou

I see her staring back at me
From the window glass she can see
A reflection of what use to be

Eyes of blue she sees herself
Once so young and full of stealth
Rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes
If she only knew what the future hides

How fast the time seems to go
My creases and my hair of snow
I wouldn’t trade one minute of time
Every adventure was uniquely mine.

So smile when you are feeling old
And remember what we’ve always been told
Life tends to get better with age
Embrace your wrinkles and keep turning the page


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Poems can be submitted at the drop boxes on LEA 4, or by emailing them to caledoniaskytower at g mail (dot) com.