Fantasy Pt. I

Fantasy Pt. I long poem

Uploaded by Mario Vitale

try me if you please as you are out spreading the disease
plagued by thoughts of granduer with affectionate melancholy
sparkling array of blissful care through the air
my very soul permeates a reason for being amidst the changing of the seasons
with daffodils and common ivy hue
come with me as we frolic in a land of make believe
away from the bustling crowd can make you think out loud
there is a land with kings and queens with twisted heated evil schemes
nestled near the dungeon there lies a little baby dragon caught in his humble abode
a nearby court jester merry and wise enticing to the villagers in the square
juggling and spinning around like the present day clown
a fare maiden timid with red dress alone in her castle looking into the mirror
there is a beautiful butterfly that leaps through the cobblestone onto the greenn grass with moss
the lovely maiden begins to sip on a cup of tea with a bisquit crumbs are left behind
faces, spaces & traces
filter through the duration of time in a menagerie of sorts in the quaint kings court
there in the center is the jewel of the Nile running rampant & wild
personifications of colors mark the cobblestones leading to a garden with beautiful flowers
it’s Spring time and the court is filled with wine & spice galore
a black cat dazzles in the sunlight next to the baby dragon alone
the court jester begins his sonnet with not a dry eye in the parlor
“Love is the essence of my inner existence shun its resistance”…
outside at night the moon was still and there fell a quaint bellowing noise coming from the baby dragon as if a gasp.
nestled below there was small dwarfs scratching there heads trying to go to bed

perched on the maiden’s window was a beautiful white dove with a reed in its beek
in solace the warm brevity permeates throughout the duration of this quaint land
let the reader understand the fullest extent of the kingdom in your thoughts
into letting it dazzle the very fabrication of your mind then in time
dreams would ensue of decorative doorways with covered wagons & parchment boards exposed
inside you will see the visualization of a walkway a given chance to get away
behind pillars then trophies of long ago in this vast domain
beautiful illustration of the unseen land let it bask in the vast expanse of your mind
a place to find love for nature and the beauty it helps to represent
the maiden has a significant purpose to bridge the gap between heaven & hell
with a great story in which to tell from the heart of her soul
her mind tingles her body aches with the pleasure she was afforded
when she is done she will feel the climax of her restored heart with that of sullen brevity
she cares for the baby dragon with equated logic and fervor and will forever honor her
the green moss surrounds the land and even infects the nostrils of the palace guard
for this is a land we used to have been given to us out of vested reason of being
the intuned harmony to the hidden beasts menagerie cause all of life is but a mystery you see

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Mario Vitale

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Mario William Vitale is a poet with over 1,000 toward his platform. Vitale was born October 23rd, 1970 in Bristol, Ct. Currently living in Wolcott, Ct where he helps as a care taker for his elderly handicapped mother Ann. Vitale is featured as a writer on Poetrysoup, Writerscafe & Allpoetry. Has a fan base on facebook with over 650 followers. He started writing poems in 1989 after the break up of his first girlfriend as a way to cope with life.
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