"dwam" poems
The dweeb lived in the dwellings of a dwindling tribe of dwarves
Who anchored little kayaks at the moorings in the wharves.
He organised this transport so that they might go at night
Deep into the dark dense woods to visit their Snow White.
But the dwarves were very old and weren’t getting any younger
And although they really wanted too it couldn’t last much longer.
Meanwhile the dweeb would study every minute of the day
So studious and serious with little time for play.
The daddy of the dwarfs known as Doctor Joe
Said to him, “Look dweeb, there’s little left to know.”
But still he studied on writing loads of lengthy notes,
Which sometimes he would use to make tedious little quotes.
Until eventually the dwarves found him annoying and real boring
Besides he woke them up at night with his constant snoring.
So Doctor Joe hatched a plan with his little tribe
It was devious and genius and this I will describe.
They knew Snow White was lonely and longing for a man
So this is what they had in mind for this dweeb known as Stan.
Snow White would lie there in a dwam pretending to be dead
And somehow they would lure Stan along to her deathbed.
So they told her that he was a Prince, the great love of her heart
She of course was up for it, and couldn’t wait to start.
Doctor Joe then told the dweeb, that Snow White was no more.
He said that he might save her and showed him to the door.
On their little kayak they paddled up the river
But the dweeb then said to Doctor Joe, “I don’t know what to give her.”
The Doctor reassured him that it would be real bliss
If only one time in her life she had a loving human kiss.
The dweeb replied, “This just won’t work.” So he quoted healing potions.
When Doctor Joe rejected these he suggested soothing lotions.
None of these the Doctor said were right for their Snow White
Only a kiss from a real-man could help her end this plight.
So eventually there beside Snow White all the party stood,
Outside of the stone cottage deep within the wood.
The dwarves should have looked distressed but they were full of glee
And so they had to hide their smiles in case the dweeb should see.
At long last they’d be rid of him, this boring little nerd
Some of them expressed this and they hoped he hadn’t heard.
But the dweeb was now distracted by the beauty of this girl
He didn’t know if this would work but he’d give it a whirl.
He puckered up his lips and planted one before he spoke
Then gob-smacked he stood there as Snow White soon awoke.
Immediately when their eyes met he knew that it was right
Likewise she felt this too, it was real love at first sight.
So you see that all of this now ended happy ever after.
Doctor Joe and all the dwarves left in bursts of laughter.
Dec 7, 2009
Dec 7, 2009 at 11:16 AM UTC
Sitting on the window sill of my Chamber,
in a state of dwam.
Zephyrs dance; opened letters on my cherry-wood
gilt-of-gold desk.
News of new Kings and Queens reach my ears;
and I smile, so grateful.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC
Let me stay in a peaceful dwam
on my feather bed.
Soothed by the song of a thousand tears.
Half buried in embodied pillows
scented by pink lavenders, by
the warm flames licking and
dancing in the fireplace,
With a silver notebook
and a golden pen resting
by my side, my soft
wavy ringlets fall
around like
petals.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
Wolf howls, wait and see
With love, the greatest armour
Rises from our souls
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
My mind is a storm
What I need is still waters
But pebbles are thrown
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 5:51 AM UTC
Wolf howls, wait and see
With love, the greatest armour
Rise towards the sun
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC
Sweet Saint of the Stars
Silver-haired and sea-blue eyes
Lips of tickled pink
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 7:03 AM UTC
Sunlight beams brightly
Mountain of flowers and fruits
Robbed in mystery
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 6:57 AM UTC
Strangers though seasons
Rising sun glances quickly
Chasing lost ruins
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC
Lovers by the lake
Fragrant scent of loving grace
Swans fly with sweet cries
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
Beasts crawls in the light
Turn to memories of ash
Answer without end
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
One step at a time
I need to hone and refine
My gift, my raw voice
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 5:49 AM UTC
I had a dream this winter
Of ****** leaves and of ochre branches,
Of sprout twigs and of lakeside lunches
Of the resplendent canopies, of the infinite sleepless nights,
Switching through warm vivid reveries
And the seeping soulful flickering brights
Of my yellow scattered image in the yellow gleamy pond
Of the fluttering up of my wavy white blonde
Of the sun tanned Jack, of his sea-green eyes
Deep when he sees me, deadly when he turns back
His palms are white, mixed with red and green,
He fondles my forehead with his spindly long fingers
This lissome Jack can never feel like a dwam
As he touches me with all his heart
The enigmatic love that dribbles down my skin
That lingers with me, even after I stir.
He trails again to far-off heavenly lands,
To the Sun, the Stars and the hurrying horizons
Hastily taking my olive hands,
He pulls me up, our hearts pressed on us
Suddenly the skyline fades, the seas turn black
I can’t see Jack, his Prussian eyes now black
I open my eyes and I am back in my dark icy dwell
Cold as I was, cold again I am
Ripped away from Jack, my shine, my light
Who I was with, every fragment of this frigid wintry night.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC
Leaf drifts, music plays
Silver lines upon the seas
Kissing sandcastles
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
Shining of ages
Final rest through sands of time
Hope cloaks swift and just
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 6:15 PM UTC
Giggling blossoms
Pink and sweet and white and pure
Rain petals of love
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 5:13 AM UTC
Caresses in Spring
Last farewell glances quickly
Armies march solemn
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 4:50 PM UTC
Singing of wonders
Sweet chorus, stay by my side
Triumph in the spring
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 5:55 PM UTC
Oh, blessed moments
Tiny joys among pure bliss
Sharing child wonders
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 4:02 PM UTC
Please make peace, not war
Open doors that lure will close
Keep the water clean
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 2:53 PM UTC
Dreaming near a pond
Winter snow enhanced by light
Restoring pleasures
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 5:53 PM UTC
Heat lingers long now
Gift of life emerged at last
Words of summer night
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 2:50 PM UTC
Can one chase the past
Heaven's gate communicates
River flows around
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC
Birthday of a wish
Tender hug restores balance
Lantern swings away
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 5:27 PM UTC
Heart beats without grief
Harmonies lost in the rain
Feather drifts gently
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC