"thumbelina" poems
It was early nineteen thirty four
The world was set to change
Europe was on fire
It was time to rearrange
Poland was the first stop
The German Army on the move
So we left for America
I hope you did approve
You came with me to Jersey
On a trip across the sea
You've guarded all my secrets
Known by only you and me
You used to spin quite gaily
Now you just stand there en pointe
You're my clipped wing little angel
That's the name I shall anoint
Thumbelina, Ballerina
Dance your dance for me
We've been together eighty years
You are who I want to be
Thumbelina, Ballerina
Just one more pirouette
We've been together all this time
Our dancing's not done yet
I sit here and remember
All the treasures you once hid
You've still some trinkets in there
Some from when I was a kid
Your tu tu is all tattered
The silk lining frayed and torn
But, you've held together nicely
But, I guess we're both quite worn
Your lipstick isn't red now
I hear your music in my head
It hasn't played for 50 years
I just remember it instead
The music gave up playing
You were slightly over wound
But, you still twirled and kept dancing
Even though there was no sound
Thumbelina, Ballerina
Dance your dance for me
We've been together eighty years
You are who I want to be
Thumbelina, Ballerina
Just one more pirouette
We've been together all this time
Our dancing's not done yet
I've told you more than anyone
Than I have ever known
We've been together now forever
You're the most precious thing I own
You've been with me for two husbands
And you've seen my kids pass on
There's just me and you, my dancing girl
All the rest of them are gone
Your paint is chipped and cracked
Your pony tail is broken too
If I still can recollect now
In the fall of fifty two
Your spring is rusted tightly
You need a hand to stand up right
But, then again, I do as well
And most days it's quite the fight
Thumbelina, Ballerina
Dance your dance for me
We've been together eighty years
You are who I want to be
Thumbelina, Ballerina
Just one more pirouette
We've been together all this time
Our dancing's not done yet
Charms and little trinkets
Plastic jewellery, real as well
Secrets of a child
Secrets you would never tell
I am now moving to December
Of my calendar of years
Soon my life will end and
There's no one left to shed me tears
I sit here and I wonder
What shall become of you
My Thumbelina Ballerina
In your dancing dress of blue
You started as a music box
You are not used as that no more
But, Thumbelina Ballerina
Will you dance for me once more?
Thumbelina, Ballerina
Dance your dance for me
We've been together eighty years
You are who I want to be
Thumbelina, Ballerina
Just one more pirouette
We've been together all this time
Our dancing's not done yet
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
The ballerina's pirouette:
This is the little triolet.
Within a faëry scene and set
The ballerinas pirouette
To a limpid midnight minuet
In Thumbelina-esque ballet.
The ballerina's pirouette:
This is the little triolet.
*
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
When she told me she loved me
I didn't believe her.
So i killed myself instead.
A fairy came to me & whispered enticing secrets in my ear.
He outlined a closet upstairs
where I live alone inside my head.
Tidal waves of white roses grow in & out my of spine.
Suffocating the fishes prancing in a field of raving vines.
Lunar Lullaby plays hopscotch in a cloud of flies.
She licks cherry red ice pops & sings bird hymns to oak trees withering in the wuthering skies.
Swarming dragon-lies fly in lakes upon Monet's canvas.
There he paints a beauty of Thumbelina whose grave resides in the darkest corner of my empty heart.
A red cape looms above & flutters without wings.
My cave is growing vaster
And so I sail amongst its seas.
This Psychosis is no more wearing thin than Rigor Mortis can begin.
I'll live sedentarily as a maid serving rotten apples to men chained as apes.
A lotus will float on by down this bloodstream & into the night.
As a crater on the moon your corpse died suddenly as when fruit bloom.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
when i see you i see zinnias
your hair and your eyes and your rosy cheeks
grow tall and strong and flourish
and know that rainstorms will only make you stronger
i feel like Thumbelina
taking shelter under your leaf-umbrella
and watering you with my tears
in turn i will take care of you when you wilt
and shed many a tear-petal if you need to
(because it’s okay to be sad)
when i see you i see zinnias
your words and your smile and your lovely voice
grow tall and strong and flourish
and know that rainstorms will only make you stronger
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
That’s all it takes to make a woman quiet,
to silence her.
A slap, a word, a scream, an eye
and perhaps a kiss too.
But there’s a different story for my mother.
For the three words, she spoke
while her heart was struggling to keep alive,
She was given a slap.
A slap whose loudness,
I still hear somedays
when I go to bed and when my mother wakes up.
I think she has been silent for too long
to even count now.
So, I pretend I never heard her speak in the first place.
But there is a different story for my sister.
For her Thumbelina sized request,
she was shouted on like Lady Tremaine did.
In a voice so loud that
It was all she could hear for years to come by.
So, while hearing that, she forgot to speak.
She did not know who to search for
when your ‘Prince Charming’ becomes your ‘Wicked Step-Mother’.
But there is a different story for her.
For tears in her eyes
and the words that were just a zygote in her mouth’s womb,
she got a stare.
A stare, that froze her down
and her words had to go through a miscarriage
So, she went through an unplanned abortion
that made her mouth infertile.
But there’s a different story for her.
However, somehow, they are all the same.
Because that’s all it takes to make a woman quiet,
to silence her.
A slap, a word, a scream, an eye
and perhaps a kiss too.
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 9:32 PM UTC
Seriously??
You're seriously bringing that up now??
After everything you've put us through,
You're going to hold this over my head
Right now??
I can't believe this.
I knew you were childish
But this is reaching new lows
Even for you.
I mean,
Who brings up a mistake I made
Ten years ago when I was legitimately a kid.
I mean,
Who doesn't forgive a child
For not knowing any better
And messing up huge that one time.
But you never were one who fought fair.
You used every ***** trick not in the book
And then some.
You
Lied,
Manipulated,
Schemed,
Guilted,
Violated,
Demanded,
Demeaned,
Degraded,
Beat,
Beat,
Beat,
Me into the ground
Until I believed that
I was shorter than Thumbelina,
And responsible for all the chaos in your life.
Blinded by childish hero worship,
I trusted you when you told me
I was the reason things weren't working out.
But the child is not responsible
For the failed marriage of her parents.
The child is not responsible
For her parents' lack of communication.
The child is not responsible.
But you're still living like I am.
So I'm not gonna take this anymore.
I'm not gonna sit here, stand here, stay here,
And listen to your convoluted messed up reality.
I've got my own life to live.
My own memories to make.
My own mistakes to learn from.
My own family to find and have and raise.
And I sure as hell don't need
Someone like you coming back in
And telling me I'm less than I really am,
Cause the truth is, Mom,
I'm a lot more than you'll ever be.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
I'm covered up in layers of the other peoples' skin
And I am losing track of just how deep I've gotten in
To you it sounds absurd because you cannot comprehend
That hid among the living are the ones who will pretend
See, they can take a day and manipulate with ease
The shining of the sun and the coming of the breeze
For they will place their shadow over that which isn't theirs
And try their best to claim that the truth is everywhere
The eyes inside my head are the ones that follow suit
I'm looking into everything and I'm pining over fruit
It's only when I fail to remember what I've seen
That I can take a second to uncover all of me
I know this very well but it's hard for me to grasp
My vision fully blooms in the things that I see past
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
10 times in 10 years is nowhere near enough.
Though these sounds I’ve found,
They’re quite renowned.
They call me on my bluff.
I could call him humble gleaner,
With a will to stand in quicksand.
He knows I get the shakes.
But a minute with him and I’m ready to swim.
He knows I’ve got what it takes.
I should call her Thumbelina,
With the fastest hands in the land.
She’s there with me when I wake.
Through whimsical words and unwavering plans,
We can laugh at every mistake.
Embrace this place. Self pity is never pretty.
He’s so calming, she’s so witty.
So pick up your feet and own their city.
Aug 3, 2021
Aug 3, 2021 at 8:08 PM UTC
Five foot two.Eyes are blue
Cuchi Cuchi. Cuchi coo has anybody seen my gal ?
RCA dog talk to me.
Aoooooooo.
Fool me once shame on you
Fool me twice shame on me has anybody seen my gal ?
Aoooooooo.
I dont know where she flew
Cuchi cuchi cuchi coo
Has anybody seen my gaaaal.
Ahoooooo. Ahooooo.Ahoooo.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
The games
The small-fry
Ketchup she squirt's
Talking heads
sugar on my
miniature flirt
tongue
Burger bands
Gimme___ Gimme
((Mini Macaroons))
Don't big change me
My eyes like
((Rocky Racoons))
Movie Mania
Beatles miniature
I want to hold
your hand
Lucy in the sky*
No chip diamonds
Cool Hand Luke
American girl doll
Exchange for
my red bike
Twilight zone
dimension I___
Cannot read
the numbers!!!
I-phone oranges
compared to
small apples
That's me
Mini Cooper
Car drinking Snapple
The shooting
star*
Just gas up
V-Wagon
mini car
(Mini Bow)
ladybug
kissed her
Coffee mug
The red and
black dots
treat her
like a lady
Small bits of aroma
The smaller sticky
yellow
notes what votes
Mini-me camera
Mini hot___ Hollywood
dog dachshund
* * * *
It's mini
mealtime____
Adorable
Presentable
The Dollhouse
lodge Mini
Disneyland___**
No copying to
resemble
Mini Fruit
salad merger
Red Robin's Burger
were overly generous
Mr. Big
imaginable
so small
Superman's
flight of rage
So-Huge_____ and long____
turned him if I only
had a brain
((The Tinman))
mentally touched him
Sprayed his oil can
in mini heart size
Hello Dollie
collector
magnifying glass
Handcrafted
Pleasurable kind
and small
Broomstick
Witchcraft
Miniature leader
Knock on
heavens door
The Doorman
The Penthouse
Mini Bavarian
creme
Me doughnut
The cool breeze
off her fan
Big thumb
((Thumbelina))
The mini frog
Hit too many
London fogs
Mini White castle
burger chips off the
miniature block party
Meat tenderizer like trolls
Las Vegas
money slot machines
Those miniature dolls
((Minerals Top Ranks))
Gemology
produce
more blues
******
Adolf ******
generals
Cereal boxes
Sly Foxes Attention
How her
features met
his smaller
side_______
Royal hot blues singer
Mini He pops dishes
All Banana nut's
When it
comes to
Monkeying
around
With________?
miniature swingers
cereal___*
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC
I got dizzy sick rolling down hills in the mist
In the heart of a city desperate to exist
I understood that longing gaze of the abyss
An endless summer, well, when will it quit?
A stitch in time between two uneven seams
A finger in the socket of Tesla's dead dream
Come dance in the current of electric memes
Talk me out of my money with sweet polysemes
Dawn's hair was a sunbeam, she dyed it fire
It wouldn't fall straight, time is a spire
Out of sync with fate and strung like a lyre
She was an apex of innocence and desire
She left with a preacher all doom and gloom
I came with a stripper in a darkened black room
She said I'm a good kisser, I assume it's true
You can laugh at me if you want to
This dancer's a waterfall, turning all slowly
Trying to show me how intimacy's lonely
Piercings on her back like the ones Anna showed me
Lost time swirling in whirlpools below me
I tried to be gentle but I just turned out weak
Cursed by my angels, Hope and Release
My mediocre mind, my consistent hobgoblin
She said "Don't fall in love," that won't be a problem
Haylee got angry at the skip in each heartbeat
Anxiety burning in every breath of our sleep
She held every moment of the life I never had
Then released them like butterflies in our confab
My tongue tied, un-nimble, into infinity symbols
Swirling in the kiss of strangers so simple
Peeking thru needle's eyes into heaven's riddle
Wound up with Thumbelina living in a thimble
Tumbling down a faucet stream, twisting with ripples
Her hair caught in my mouth, it tickles a little
Her eyes scream with thoughts of playing my fiddle
But I feel the life released from my middle
My heartbeat's compulsive, my shivers convulsive
Her tatoo at an angle, her complexion olive
I called it a nice moment but I hope it lasts
A thousand memories trapped in my gasp
A thousand nows
just
out
of
my
grasp
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 7:22 AM UTC
"She writes poetry out of every little thing in life,
From silly chats to ramdom smiles,
She evaluates every little emotion inside of people's heart,
And then composes lovely antholgy of harmonies,
She spills magical tea every where she goes,
Leaving behind the traces of her ingratiatory existence,
She turns everything, that she kisses, into a masterpiece,
And whispers like the thumbelina;
"You're beautiful" in every single aching ear,
She smells like fair roses;
So pure, dreamy, elusive and rare,
You'll confess the charisma too
Once you see it yourself;
That she's a true enchantress, savior, heroine
And most of all, a living poem herself."
~ fvtimvh18
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
I know you sought
for your desires,
I came in short
for my demise.
The towers are lingering
through the faceless shadows of your whim.
I felt as if you’re Thumbelina,
All sweet and big from within.
The tulips fade
as the winter crave
to last for cold a summer winter gaze.
I hear that those,
Chilly winter breeze made you crumble
Beneath that layered wool of lamb.
I followed you
because I felt that even once,
I need to keep myself afar,
from the critics and judgmental eyes.
I know, I must not dwell
In things that I might not feel,
for the legends of those tales
are only but from a quill.
I hate the sound of the howling wind,
as it reminds me of that winter screams.
The ceiling of Cottony clouds, that carry a monotonous crowd.
I escaped reality because I found
that most are just living cows,
bred ‘till fatten but butchered after.
Is this the life I followed?
Or is this just one of many ?
I don’t know ‘coz I am not wary of the things that might come in handy.
I guess that legends
of one’s time
And glitters of one flake will surely be
preserved in a cold winter summer night.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC
The way it feels to be caught in the rain
brainwash dish toss, victory & loss, blood on the floss
Spit it out
We are deep in the forest & the sky is turning red
the animals are running white eyed, singed stink
Kids at the roller rink, trying to speak, to you &
you alone
Words spit in hostile tones when all we need is love
Like a dove with a BB in her heart
Tumbling tumbilina, Small as Thumbelina
I see ya, coming out of the dark, red sparks
Larks on the high line, fine wine, salt & brine
Crying out in the darkness simply to cry
Trying to figure out the reasons why,
why
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 3:25 AM UTC
There once was a someone from somewhere
Who stuck his malodorous thumb where
The sun doesn't upshine,
Then gave the thumbs up sign
To someone from some other somewhere.
*
Aug 4, 2024
Aug 4, 2024 at 12:59 AM UTC
I woke up in the pocket
of my dark blue duffle coat.
The one which smells of cinnamon,
with the shiny metal knobs.
I woke up in the pocket
of my dark blue duffle coat.
I was the size of Thumbelina,
barely grander than a toad.
I woke up in the pocket
of my dark blue duffle coat
in a pitch black woolen warmth.
(All my raincoats should take note.)
I woke up in the pocket
of my dark blue duffle coat
where I fiddled with the coins
and the keys and washed out bank notes.
I woke up in the pocket
of my dark blue duffle coat
and the day was such a thrill
with its fluky lazy stroll.
I woke up in the pocket
of my dark blue duffle coat
where I felt small again.
Immaturity - my poison's antidote.
Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 4:56 PM UTC