art music poetry

Fairy Poem by Candace Pfau

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The Fairy Circle

Standing in the fairy circle,
wearing just the color Purple,
Buttercups for my hat,
Perwinkles on which I sat.

Butterbyes put on a show,
fireflies dance and glow,
and all around me fairy,
song, music like a blowing
wind chime.

All around me Fairies
Dance,
Purple, Silver, Rainbow
Colors,
They call me by name.

Daylight comes,
They disappear,
I search under leaf,
flower, hunting out
their secret bower.

But they are gone,
to my dismay,
Maybe tomorrow they
will come to play.

Whispers Poem by Candace Pfau

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Whisper’s

Whispers in my ear, as I drift off
to sleep.
Fleeting glimpse’s of a fate I can’t
quite see.
Memories of olden time’s as I open up
my eye’s.
I try to pull them in, but the darkness
take’s them back.
Another world, another life, another place,
a timeless space.
Do we travel, when we sleep,
my dream’s say yes, my heart say’s
leap.

Invisible Mystery Friends New Orleans Ghosts Poem by Dandelion de la Rue

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Invisible Mystery Friends
Dandelion de la Rue

Remembering days and nights
of wandering through
criss cross designs of
water vapor and
other disembodied energies
thick with the
ghosts and spirits
of Old New Orleans.
I felt their
kinship with me
their embrace
their music
I heard and felt
their songs
around me
over me
in me
They walked my walk
As I walked theirs
and it was
energizing.
I felt that
I belonged.

Are they lonely
in abandoned
buildings empty
streets
Do they see
the stricken place
it is today
or the magic streets
that they once
walked alone
loving the city
and being loved
the living and
the dead alike.
Where will we gather
now, for bidimensional
communion?

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Marble Hall Dreaming Poem by Frank Anthony

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A Marble Hall Dreaming
Session Of New Love
My last two days write
a dozen new mini essay
pieces a variety stuff
George Seldes can like
A dream was telling me
here I killed 68 flies
bothered hell out this
decent nights sleeping
learning something the
animal world hide life
creeping all around us
our unsatisfied lovers
existing on pacemakers

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While you were Waiting poem by David Michael Jackson

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While you were waiting
she was sleeping.
While she was sleeping.
I was wanting,
yearning,
without cigarrettes I have no perceived angst.
Take the pill.
These modern times go down
with the pill.
Why cry?
The world will go on without your poetry.
Why try,
and yet trying is what you are about,
going there,
coming here to
type
again, knowing others will read,
maybe they will try too.

As the universe was expanding
and burning out
he typed these words
on a computer
screen.

Let’s make it a good ride!

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To Kill A Mocking Bird Pull My Trigger Poem by Frank Anthony

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To Kill A Mocking Bird
Pull My Trigger
The six hours of sleep
He usually has is over
or the pacemaker creep
up in the night clover
In days He walks a lot
My unsuspecting summer
never expects the plot
of their two GI Hummer
every week on a street
West Bagdad with Armor
The best music we meet
chatters AK 47 charmer
my Nirvana is compleat

(c) 2005 Frank Anthony

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