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A/N: My new book

 Hi everyone! I just published a new book. It is called 'The Inkweaver's Garden of Literature'. Please check it out. It's available on Kindle Unlimited.

At a fabric store

Red and blue and gold and green

Neatly stacked as I have seen

Shawls and shirts and frocks

Shorts and drag and socks

Muslin and wool and silk 

Rough as stone, smooth as milk

Flurries of colours and texture galore

A magic, rainbow fabric store

Palm Fronds and Lily Ponds

The calmly rippling lily decked ponds

Are shadowed by gently waving palm fronds

To behold such an exquisite delight

Blessed* must be my sight

Lilting songs sung by many a nightingale 

Can make the best instrumental pieces seem stale

Clearing anger from the mind

The melodies are irreplicable as you will soon find

A fruity mango scent swirls through the ether

Mingling with wafting cinnamon and fresh plucked heather

From the heather fields yonder

Where no lion nor tiger dares wander

* Pronounced bless-ed not bless-d

Dawn to Dusk

Sol is risingCrickets are singingLight is imminentFrom it dawn is sent
The sun is shining The birds are chirpingThe bats are sleepingThe frogs are leaping
The sun is settingThe dusk is comingBlossoms are bloomingThe moon is looming
The moon is glowingThe sky is darkeningThe stars are winkingThe sun is sinking

The Three Little Elves

 The Three Little Elves

Once, there were three young little elves
Who lived with their mother in the shoe shelves
They liked to laugh and tease and play
Till their poor old mother wouldn't let them stay

She told them to build themselves new shoes in which to live
So, they decided to see what the old shoemaker would give
And so they went to old Mr. Donnell and asked for material
He told them they'd have to pay, then 'twas a done deal

The first little elf was quite the mercenary
He wouldn't spend any more than necessary
So, he bought himself some rags and wood
And he began to build

The second little elf, loved beautiful things
He was one to soar on imagination's fanciful wings
So, he bought himself some flowers and ivy
And he began to build

The third little elf was very practical
He knew he should be very tactical
So, he bought himself some leather and a shoelace
And he began to build

After they finished, they went to their mother
Who smiled and told them she was proud of every brother
But when they got back they had had a shock
The first two brothers' houses looked like they'd been hit by a giant rock

The bad fairies had wrecked them
But the third shoe was unbreakable
And so, the three elves lived in the third house
Happily ever after

Floriography

Roses are red violets are blueTulips are sweet, lilacs are trueCarnations are luck, lilies are pureDaisies are playful, orchids are mature
Sunflowers are cheery, peonies are niceLotus are innocent, cinnamon is spiceHyacinth is regret,  iris is passionIvy is affable, daffodils are inspiration

Corona

 COVID-19

A malady so deadly and new

Yet oh- so close to the cold and flu

With about or over 2800 deaths a day

Boy, oh boy are things looking grey 

But as in all times black, there is a spot of light

If we stay home, we may delay the virus' might

Take the vaccine, wear a mask

That is your preventive task

Be careful, don't let it catch you off- guard

As you know, it is quite a wild card

The new virus targets children under fourteen

Use your preventive measures to make yourself invisible, unseen

Walk of Life

Life is a stroll through an enchanted wood

In which there there many parts, bad and good

Some wolves roam, trying to hurt you

But some fairies flutter about, granting wishes too

There is much colour, myriads of flowers 

But not all are harmless, fun bowers

Some hold poison deep within

These are those angels that would sin

Appearances can be deceiving

One must be careful of what they are receiving

Sweetest flowers can contain a bane

Same as the roughest bears can cause no pain 

 

Stage Fright

The bright lights of the stage blind me

My lips form an 'oh', mind clouds with worry

A melody on the cusp of my tongue

The lyrics waiting to be sung

My smile falters as my mind blanks

Good thing I have a chorus to cover my flanks

They sing longer than needed, as I freak in my head

My understudy gives my the side-eye, ready to sing in my stead

I open my mouth and close it once more

The song! I remember! My spirits soar

A soft lilting voice fills the air. Mine!

A smile graces my face, I'm doing well, it's all fine