A Visit From Fairy Puck

Author's Note: Inspired by "A Visit from St. Nicholas" (A.K.A. "The Night Before Christmas"), I Present: "A Visit from Fairy Puck" based on "A Midsummer Night's Dream" by Shakespeare.

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‘Twas a midsummer’s night

And all that is dreamt

Is kept safe and sound

In a magical vent

A vent that is written

In only one book

One play

One fay

That we may

Overlook

And that fay

As we have it

Can be quite a pest

But one graceful Puck

Can be quite the jest

Mixing up trouble

Wherever he goes

The lovers

Their story, as everyone knows

Hermia, Helena, Lysander too

Are met in the wood

And awaiting their cue

But when lovers lie down

The actors arrive

Making mess of their parts

And sound quite a jive

Pyramus, Thisbe

Too lovers apart

Find way through a wall

But alas must depart

Through lion’s blood

On a scarf drenched in mud

Take their lives in their hands

For spiteful demands

One down

Two down

And is all gone

But Peter the Quince ensures nothing went wrong

And us shadows

Forever we sing

And we wish you no harm

For all you have dreamt

Guarded with alarm

So alas my dear Puck

Give me your hands

If we shall be friends

And I shall restore amends.

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Can we get much higher?

Can we get much higher?

I wanna fly

With you

And be free

Can we get much louder?

I wanna let it out

And listen to the sound

Can we move any faster?

I wanna dance

In a trance

Forever

Can we get much happier?

Maybe not now

Cause we’re as happy

As we could be

Can we get much higher?

Author’s Note: Hahaha! Ok so I know what you’re thinking. And yes, this did come from a Kanye West song called “Dark Fantasy”. No, but I was just in a good mood and this song came on, and I was like “I’m gonna write a poem.” :D

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You - Another Summer Camp Poem

Everywhere I go I think of you

Under the skies

Under the blue

I think of you

Under the trees

The warm summer breeze

I think of you

50 muffins await me there

200 frosted

I won’t be square

Everywhere I go I think of you

The feelings I get

With that cool summer sweat

I think of you

They have to say

Don’t sneak away

But we do anyway

Because that’s just our nature

Maybe this doesn’t rhyme

Along those lines

But all I know is

Everywhere I go

I think of you

Author's Note: Another poem about camp. The 50 muffins and 200 frosted refers to a saturday morning camp tradition. Don't ask, it's kinda hard to explain, haha.

To all of my friends from camp reading this, I LOVE YOU!!!! :D 

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What Defines Us

I always write the title at the end

Because

The title defines the writing

And you can’t define something

That doesn’t exist.

I always make sure people spell my name right

Because

A name can define a person

And you can’t define a person

Whose name doesn’t exist.

I always make sure people know where I’m from

Because

People define their place

And you can’t define a place

Where people have never been.

I always make sure I know where I stand

Because

Our emotions define us

And one cannot define oneself

If one does not know they exist.

I always make sure people know that I care

Because

The way we treat others is how we’re defined

And if we are careful

This might turn out right.

I always write the title at the end.

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Spirits

In the days of the dry and yellow

The dry and yellow sun

Arriving so free

Is all the fun

I see the first face

Then second

Then third

Peering out the window

My spirits high like a bird

And finally

After a year

It’s finally here

My longing was gone

And hearing the songs

The beautiful, wonderfully

Satisfying sound of the spirit

Flowing through their words

And every time here

The blue sky as blue as aquamarine

I think of the things that I’ve longed for and then

I know peace has come at last

In the paradise of summer camp.

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Dreams

Author's Note: I actually finished writing this today for Language Arts class at school.
Structure type: Sonnet
Enjoy :)

Some say at night we only sleep, not dream,
And in our sleep we rest our precious mind.
Our brains, you see are not as they may seem
More powerful than all that you could find.

Some say our dreams are our salvation
From the evil eye seen in the daylight.
And when we are tempted by temptation,
We hope to have peaceful dreams in the night.

But wrathful our dreams may be as we sleep.
Caused by our visions, our mind starts to bend.
What if we stayed up and counted the sheep?
What do we do when we wish them to end?

But when we awake, and morning has come,
Overall, our dreams just make us feel numb.

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A Sticky Situation

This is just to shake it up a bit. A riddle poem. See if you can guess what it's about :)

I cling

I stick

I follow you around

Wherever you go

Until you finally manage to pull me off

And you are careless

As always

You toss me onto the ground

In front of you

Or behind

And sometimes

I get stepped on

By that very person

That I clung to

But other times

I am simply neglected

And stepped on so many times

That I blacken in dismay

And someday

Someone will look down

And wonder

What happened to me

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