Category: Poetry

Creatures of Magic

I love fantasy….dragons, unicorns, pegasuses, fairies. I find them fascinating. I have no idea how I came up with this.

Creatures of Magic:

Dragons soar in the sky—speaking words of magic to their brethren,

Pegasuses fly through the clouds—alighting on to each one,

Unicorns gallop through the mists of the forest,

Fires rage in the night,

Elves speak and sing of times gone by,

Mermaids swim through clear blue waters,

Dwarves pound hammers on to rock—they bring forth the jewels of a lost time,

Giants rage and bellow,

Wizards and witches cast their spells from the long gone magicks,

A lone werewolf howls at the moon—his cry heard by many but answered by none,

A phoenix bursts into flames—and rises from the ashes to begin anew,

Angels sing and laugh with merriness—the joy of life in their hearts and shone upon their faces,

Centaurs nock their bows with arrows of soft feather—they let them fly—high and true is their mark on their foes’ hearts—and with that victory is shown true,

The sun rises and falls—showing its brilliance to all,

The moon comes on—its white light shining on through the black night,

And with the passing of the golden brilliance and the white light,

The creatures from the Mythical Age of Magic pass into time and legend—and are never seen from or heard from again.

The World of Stars and Moon

This is from several years ago. It’s one of my favorite fantasy poems. I’d been reading a lot of fantasy books at that time, so that’s where the ideas for this poem came from.

The World of Stars and Moon:

The stars shine like diamonds,

The moon gleams silver,

The blackness of the night is a cloak veiling the earth in darkness,

The soft breeze rustles the branches on the tree—the leaves move against each other,

A soft swishing noise coming forth from the dark abyss,

Golden eyes shine—they turn amber—then to topaz,

The eyes are jeweled—they drop out of the space of the night on to the leaf-strewn forest floor clinking together gently,

The stars shine like diamonds,

The moon gleams silver,

The blackness of the night is a cloak veiling the earth in darkness,

And all that is come to pass, will come to pass,

And all shall be well in the World of Stars and Moon.

Air Force Horse

I wrote this several years ago. It’s an incredibly silly poem as you will read. I have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote this. 😀

Air Force Horse:

There is a horse in the air force,

Dressed as a general,

Very brave is he,

To wear air force clothes,

You can’t imagine why,

So you ask, “Why?”,

And he says, “Because I am a native-born air force horse.”