Best Changeling Poems

The air was filled with sparks so bright
as ash and flick'ring fire abound
The night was filled with fairy light
and from deep down the drumming sound.
And all about did wander round
in forms both large and shimmer small
walked spirits old of yesternight 
to lend a charm to...

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Deep in the dungeon in the back left corner 
Was a mere shell of what was once a man.
He was shackled to the wall of his own design
By the love of his lady so fair, and divine
 
The queen of a land so far away...

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I am the newly born face of munificence, unquenchable beauty. 
My tides are full with bountifulness, like an orchard to the table.
My fleece radiates guiltless white, bestowed like a lamb, fresh 
upon its mother. And the flight of a newborn world is upon the wing

My...

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CHANGELING

photos strike me and
everything
is beautiful… I find books
mark passages with pencils
pens and paperclips
all blue a
favourite color


into the bathroom
shut the door  
locked it twice
adjusted water
red the hue

the knocking
commenced felt
intense   faded
into a backward hum
to match the drum in
my dead head 

just one focus on
slivers...

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Somewhere hiding in the shadow of mendacity,
the unsightly gosling awaits the storm to subside.
Gathering knowledge and experience to survive,
she is besieged by thoughts about “how to”.
No matter her direction she faces a wall.
Dilemma after dilemma solved by trial and error.
Exhausted she turns to the lake...

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CHANGELING CLOUDS

Changeling cheered her doubts
Afeared mother of many clouds
Secretly placed by a wand’s haste
A godmother who’d offered to help

~ Coin of flipped fate - dark cloud cataclysm ~

6/3/2017...

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Dancing with the darkness
Accursed creature of the night
Wearing a mask of humanity
To hide that twisted trickery
Then playing demon music
Pipes wail a beauty's curse
Stealing life and children
From our loving tender kin
Twisted vile changing
Go back to darkened dreaming...

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She danced upon my sleepy knife-edge
Rem sleep concealed; my hollow tin ledge
Was the naked girl who stole my show

Labanotation echoed her tarred shamed knees
Free falling from grace, cumulating fees 
Have every my gutter pushed so low?

Integument tally, a dollar per pound
Rumoured lies within; no truth...

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It is a story in many different forms of culture that gods walked the earth a folklore if you will shaman belief of soul retrieval a healing technique similar to Buddhist know at reki where the two meet common culture is sleep lucid dream with...

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His policy views shift randomly
with the ever changing political winds
Whatever he ousted yesterday — 
tomorrow, presto change-o ... 
tweetle de dum, it’s blowing back in

Mirror, mirror chimera,
a thousand faces that constantly change
Mirror, mirror chimera,
your countenance of pride remains the same

In a planning Session,
he vows to...

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Some wanted to be tigers.  The angels talked a few out of it,
Two were led away, because they had a ridiculously silly hissy fit.
Six were given tiger-status, and sent to an Indian village.

I hoped they would be safe if guerillas came to plunder and...

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Changeling


Tis our imagination
in the halls of the dead,
at a place called Limbo
where nothing is said.

There’s a great table,
where twelve often sit.
If your names mentioned
then you’re in the pit.

T’would be an invite
to dinner you’ll come,
with plate’s of gold
and lots of rum.

Do you feel the icy wind
of...

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Don’t try to reason with them
or you will be called ULTA MAGA!

Never try facts or logic to dissuade them
or you will be labeled ULTRA MAGA!!

Forget discussing social issues with them,
for you will be called a racist and an extreme
ULTRA MAGA!

Don’t you dare wear a red...

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I go away down I tell you
I go away down to the river
Leaving the vulgar world behind
I need to go down alone
Alone with the roots
That grown strong then old

I need to think about me
Will be a second me?
Will be one who will look
Like me before...

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gestures of west travels materialize his intentions. treasure escaped him. an evil baby. he reached to the highway. to receive beads, rings, weed and young woman as expressions. the casinos always sell beer to minors. fairies restored the worry with hope. life had intention. a...

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