Perfect Poet Award for Week 11 (Touch wood) by Jingle (adored and cherished by all of us) http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com
This one was a very, very pleasant surprise. Thanks a lot Jingle and lots of love for you, and the person who has honoured me by nominating me for this adorable, awesome award.
There are people in this world who spread happiness and sunshine all around them, Jingle you are one of them. I know everyone who will read it will agree with me that you have brought all of us and bonded us together by your extraordinary charisma.
Thanks for being warm, witty, funny and loving Jingle. Stay this way forever.
Joyful n happy
Inspiring n cherishing
Naughty n playful
Glorious n glowing
Loving n giving
Enthusiastic n caring
Above all ADORABLE to all of us.
Now my poem for this week’s Thursday Poet Rally:
Shower of flower
It was a moonlit night
He was traveling alone
On his white steed
He was galloping away
Back to his palace
From a distant place
He stopped his stallion
Beside a crystal, clear pool.
The stallion was hungry and thirsty
So was the prince riding the steed
He sat looking at the pool
While the stallion grazed happily
He never even knew
When he fell asleep
He woke up by some noise
Could hardly believe his eyes.
A group of fairies were swimming
laughing, splashing the water around
he saw they have left their wings
on the shore to keep them dry
every fairy has her own wings
matching to the colour of her dress
he sneaked out and picked up golden ones
and crept inside the bush again.
The fairies came out of the pool
Golden fairy could not find her wings
The others left her behind at dawn
That was the rule of fairy kingdom
They could be on earth only during night.
The prince came out with the wings
The fairy begged him to return them
His condition was to marry him.
They married, had a daughter
Then one night the fairy recovered
Her wings that her lover has hidden
She flew away to her kingdom
The place where she belonged
Left behind her daughter
Prettier than the fairy herself
As a memory of their love.
The princess grew up with special powers
It rained flowers when she laughed
It rained diamond, ruby when she cried
A greedy demon got enticed
He stole the princess, took her to his den
He ordered her to marry him in vain
The moment he ordered her two wings formed
A pair of golden wings like her mom.
She flew away to the sky laughing
The furious demon came out in open
Shower of flowers greeted him
The more he got angry, the more she laughed
Soon he was half buried in fragrant flowers
Feeling like a fool he went back to his den
The princess flew back to her father again.
Leaving behind her a carpet of flowers.
And my nomination for this week: Sweet, warm, funloving Shakira http://justmeshakirack.blogspot.com/