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Hi, my name is Jonathan Denard McNeair and I grew up in Lexington, North Carolina, also known as Pig City...Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha...The town is mostly known for its barbeque where they often throw barbeque festivals every October. In my chosen career, I am a self-published author of fiction.
Showing posts with label Special Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Special Poetry. Show all posts

Monday, March 29, 2021

The Prince and the Mermaid...

 



There once was a handsome Prince who lived in a castle near the woods. Eager to find a wife, he pondered for half of his life. He searches high and low for a mate, but heavens know what would come of his fate. One of the Prince’s handlers tells him of the ancient sea, but the Prince scoffs at him and replies, “That could never be. Fairy tales, folklores, all of them silly stories.” Yet the handler is adamant of his claims, telling The Prince, “that’s where his true love could be.” The Prince is skeptical, thinking all of this would be a spectacle, though he obliges. He sails across the ancient seas to a nearby beach, far beyond his reach. Resting upon the beach, he chants to the moon:

O’, where O’, where, will my love, be

To now I seek through the enchanted seas!

The Prince falls into a slumber, but a sudden sound wakes him up in wonder. A Maiden comes by, her hair streaked in white.

The Prince says, “Please come to me, my queen.”

But, the maiden says, “No stay away from me.”

The Prince pleads, “You’re all that I need.”

The Maiden replied, “Oh please, you don’t even know me.”

The Maiden runs away. The prince follows.

The Maiden says, “What is your wanting?”

The Prince replies, “It’s your soul that’s haunting.”

The Maiden still runs away, but the Prince, still enchanted by her beauty, follows.

The Maiden relents. “Okay, but you must keep my secret.”

The Prince obliges. “Whatever it is, I’ll keep it.”

The Maiden is reluctant; however, she smiles. “Stay with me till sunlight and I’ll love you, forever and always.”

The Prince holds her in his arms. “Whatever your secret is, I’ll keep it.”

The Maiden tells him, “Only if you’ll dream it.”

So, they lay together from dusk till dawn where they dream of dreams far beyond.

The Maiden whispers to the Prince, “Keep me forever and always.”

The Prince says to her, “I’ll keep you days upon days.”

The ray of sunlight rises, the Maiden wakes up in a crisis. “Oh I must go, you can’t keep me here.”

The Prince says, “Why not, it’s safe to keep you near.”

“You don’t understand,” the Maiden says. “The sun will dry up the sand.”

“My heart is what will ascend, for it is my love that will bring you back to me,” The Prince says.

The Maiden replied, “Just pray and I’ll be all you need.”

The Maiden rushes up to the sun, whatever path she’ll take shall be done. The Prince looks on, helplessly, hoping that this could not be.

The Maiden stops. Her heart quickens. She spins around, wishing the pain will not fill in.

The Prince rushes to her aid, crying to himself that the deed was not made. But then his eyes spark up in wonder, like lightning meets thunder.

The Maiden rises yet not a woman, but a child. She says, “I must go into the enchanted waters of rebirth, so I can fulfill the magic of mirth. If you love me, you’ll wait. For that’s all I can take. I will always love you, my dear prince.”

And as the woman-child swims off to the enchanted sea, the Prince waited for his Maiden in the castle ever since.

The moral of the story: True love comes to those who wait…

 

 

 


Tuesday, February 11, 2020

Love (a celebration of romance)




Love is a strange thing, such a beautiful thing. Love could make you go crazy. It can make you dream of a world that you can only see. That you can only feel. To feel and embrace the arms of your lover, to let it be known that what's inside you is alive. Catching the ecstasy of romance, to look into your eyes of your true twin flame. Where two souls meet binded together by through venus tides, surrending to the power of love where intensity rise. Sex. Passion. Love. It flows. It molds. The threshold of euphoria bursting with delight. Love is a feeling. That's new. That's fresh. It takes you and fulfills you. Love is unexplainable. Love is unpredictable. Love...is irresistible.


Tuesday, December 24, 2019

The Call of The Winter Solstice






The call of the winter upon winter dreams, the falling of the snow, so sublime and serene
The crystals of the ice glow in the trees like frozen cream
I call upon the winter solstice to bring death and rebirth, to salvage of neverending mirth, come Santa, come gifts, come prosperity, for all that is worth
My backyard is like a winter wonderland while I catch the snow with the palm of my hand,
Oh winter solstice, oh winter solstice, bring my life anew, where I see the colors of gray, white, and blue
From the leaves of autumn, there is very few, until spring things will be recharged and in tune
Oh winter solstice, oh winter solstice, until time goes by
The soul itself is what keeps us alive


Sunday, August 21, 2011

A Special Poem by Ivy Saperia

I step outside....
The chill in my spine....
The Icy winds seething in my skin...
The cold air that I keep within...
All what falls beneath in winter....
The touch...The feel...The sight....of winter....
All that was of spring begone....all that was of summer demolish....
Then fall gives the call of winter polish....
Winter....The air of winter breathes within me....keeps within me....
All that is calm....All that is serene of season change......
Coming into light like crystals of life....
Winter....Clear and Wide....Full of snow...Of all I know.....
Winter.....Come to me....