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If you've found OR written a poem
you'd like to share, feel free to send it to me to be added to this
section. All contributions are most welcome!
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Thalia - Guardian Of Stories And
Poetry
Adopted From Amanda's Castle
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Tattered clothes all fluttering
Worn out voice still muttering
Ragged John come knocking
At all the doors in town.
And when a door swings
open
Then you can hear the hope
in
The thin, cracked voice
that wonders
If you've seen his unicorn.
And we all know John is
crazy
And his mind has gone all
hazy
And the only thing we really
wish
Is that he just would let
us be.
But John, he keeps on
questing
And the poor man knows
no resting
For there's something hurt
within him.
And the pain won't go away.
I've heard when John was
younger
He was taken with a hunger
To see the white-horned
wonder
They call the unicorn.

But when that star-horned
moon-maned dancer
Finally called, John could
not answer;
Fear held him like a prisoner,
And he watched it walked
away.
So now empty-eyed John
hobbles
Across the village cobbles,
And the only fear he feels
is
It will never come again.
Oh, when I watch old Ragged
John
Go staggering by and wandering
on,
I know there's nothing
sadder
Than a heart that feared
its dreams.
If a unicorn should call
to you
Some moon-mad night all
washed in dew,
Then here's the prayer
to whisper:
Grant
me the heart to follow.
By:
Beatrice Farrington©
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As night spread her mantle
across the night sky,
I walked alone in the starlight, with shadow and sorrow.
The dark was cold, and the silence was still,
It seemed the bright sunlight would not come tomorrow.
Yet the gray shrouded woods were lit from within.
Misty light traveled through the tall trees,
A creature of stars was unveiled through the leaves,
And I knew it was one of the unicorn kin.
The glimmer faded, then brightened anew,
Dancing together, the unicorns were two.
Beauty and fire, shadow and light,
They danced silence and music, love and the fight.
More came and they joined in this glorious rite.
My mind knew only their movements of grace,
Until they were near, in a mythical race,
I knew I would remember for always this night.
For hours I watched, transfixed in their glow.
Far to the east, the sunrise lit the sky.
One stayed behind, I dared not ask why.
Somehow I knew she had stayed for me.
The dance never stopped, but slowly she faded,
Morning came and she left, it must have been fated.
For long nights I waited, watching the sky,
But I remained alone as the sun and moon rose,
When hope was long lost, I did not cry,
For I knew in my heart it was me that she chose.

I imagined nothing, no visions or tales.
Saw no mirage over the hills and the dales.
Those who have heard my tale cannot see,
In my heart is the truth, that she danced with me.
By: Natasha Caylor, Age 13 - Contributor
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Run, Starhorn
Carry fire leaping
from your starhorn
Pierce worlds
Cleft suns
Tangle clouds
Shatter time
With your flaming starhorn
Bring a wish,
a maiden's wish
Head in lap
Eyes soft
Starhorn.
By: Shirley Murphy©
(1987)
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This entire poem includes a series of
images--the unicorn, the dove and the fish--all referring to the
Trinity. Auden concludes by addressing Christ as the unicorn:
O, Unicorn,
among the cedars,
To whom
no magic charm can lead us,
White childhood
moving like a sigh
Through
the green woods unharmed in thy
Sophisticated
innocence,
To call
thy true love to the dance . . .
By: W. H. Auden©, New Year Letter (1940)
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Early
this morning,
About the break of day,
Hoof beats came crashing
Along the narrow way—
And
I looked from my window
And saw in the square
Four
white unicorns
Stepping pair by pair.
Dappled
and clouded,
So daintily they trod
On small
hooves of ivory
Silver-shod.
Tameless
but gentle,
Wondering yet wise,
They
stared from their silver-lashed
Sea-blue eyes.
The
street was empty
And blind with dawn—
The shutters
were fastened,
The bolts were drawn.
And
sleepers half-rousing
Said with a sigh,
"There
goes the milk,"
As the hooves went by!
By:
Audrey
Alexandra Brown© (1947)
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Gliding through the mist
near the mystical sea
appeared a unicorn
proud as she could be
The mist swirled around her
making her disappear
leaving me to wonder
was she really here

With her came a present
a very precious gift
she brought faith and love
to give my life a lift
Faith in humankind
and a love for them and me
she gave the seeds of friendship
so that more could come to be
Spread the seeds
and watch them bloom
just water them
and give them room
Spread the seeds
both near and far
and you'll have friends
no matter where you are
By: Devlwolf -
Contributor
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Then suddenly,
white with hooves of silver
and graceful horn of pearl,
stood before her
the proud rebellious unicorn.
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The glorious thing about him
was not his horn, but his eyes,
which were so sorrowful, lonely,
gently and nobly tragic,
that they killed all other emotions
except love.
By: Author Unknown |
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"Cobalt and umber and
ultramarine,
Ivory black and emerald green—
What shall I paint to give pleasure to you?"
"Paint for me somebody utterly new."
"I have painted you tigers in crimson and white."
"The colors were good and you painted aright."
"I have painted the cook and a camel in blue
And a panther in purple." "You painted them true.
Now mix me a color that nobody knows,
And paint me a country where nobody goes,
And put in it people a little like you,
Watching a unicorn drinking the dew."
By: E. V.
Rieu© (1962)
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During the time of legends
Every one knew her name
And Merlyn had foretold that she came.
But then she was forgotten
Not long after she died
We all knew it was happening
No matter how hard we tried.
She was burned from our history
Wiped out from our past
Just when we thought her memory
Would forever last.
But time did go on, and the centuries went by
We were lonely and we cried
We had a need and it came.

And
one day we will know
By her golden horn
There was her rebirth
And she is the unicorn.
By: Shelly Hays
- Contributor
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So you say she's just a horse...
You don't understand what
stands before you.
You have not wisdom.
You have not trust.
She is honor.
She is freedom.
She belongs to only her.
She is magic.
She is power.
Stronger than the wind.
More precious than gems.
No mere mortal should dare touch
her,
for she is divine.
One with the mountains.
One with the oceans.

The forest is her sanctuary.
It is there she finds refuge.
You can see her true form
with faith alone.
Believe with your heart.
Only there does the unicorn live.
By: Karen Davies© (2000)
- Contributor
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This is the
creature there has never been.
They never
knew it, and yet, none the less,
They loved
the way it moved, its suppleness,
its neck, its
very gaze, mild and serene.
Not there,
because they loved it, it behaved as though it were.
They always
left some space.
And in that
clear unpeopled space they saved it lightly reared its head,
with scarce
a trace of not being there.
They fed it,
not with corn, but only with the possibility of being.
And that was
able to confer such strength, its brow put forth a horn.
One horn.
Whitely it
stole up to a maid—to be within the silver mirror and in her.
By: Ranier Maria Rilke
(© New Directions Publishing Corp)
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On the edge
of the world, near the end of the sea
Fairy folk
gathered to dance 'neath the trees.
The sounds
of their sweet-spoken musical tease
Touched the
ears of the unicorn, soft as a breeze.

To the top of that mount
the unicorn came;
He joined in
the dance, proud and untamed.
Thrice round
the circle, then hooves flashed away,
Then the trees
stood alone in the light of the day.
By: Ann Santinho©
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The sky was low, the sounding rain was falling dense and dark,
And Noah's sons were standing at the window of the Ark.
The beasts were in, but Japhet said "I see one creature more
Belated and unmated there comes knocking at the door."
"Well, let him knock, or let him drown" said Ham, "or learn to swim;
We're overcrowded as it is. We've got no room for him."
"And yet it knocks. How terribly it knocks," said Shem. "Its feet
Are hard as horns. And O, the air from it is sweet."
"Now hush!" said Ham, "You'll waken Dad, and once he comes to see
What's at the door, it's sure to mean more work for you and me."
Noah's voice came roaring from the darkness down below:
"Some animal is knocking. Let it in before we go."
Ham shouted back (and savagely he nudged the other two).
"That's only Japhet knocking down a bradnail in his shoe."
Said Noah, "Boys, I hear a noise that's like a horse's hoof."
Said Ham, "Why, that's the dreadful rain that drums upon the roof."
Noah tumbled up on deck, and out he puts his head.
His face grew white, his knees were loosed, he tore his beard and said,
"Look, look! It would not wait. It turns away. It takes its flight.
Fine work you've made of it, my sons, between you all tonight.
O noble and unmated beast, my sons were all unkind.
In such a night, what stable and what manger will you find.
O golden hoofs, O cataracts of mane, O nostrils wide
With high disdain, and O the neck wave-arched, the lovely pride!

"O long shall be the furrows ploughed upon the hearts of men
Before it comes to stable and to manger once again.
And dark and crooked all the roads in which our race will walk,
And shriveled all their manhood like a flower on broken stalk.
Now all the world, O Ham, may curse the hour that you were born;
Because of you, the Ark must sail without the Unicorn."
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The
unicorn gallops through forests,
softly eluding the dawn,
faster and faster the fleetest of feet
passes the speed of the song.
Enters into light years of quickness,
disappearing as magical ones do,
woven into the fabric of the universe,
the unicorn takes wing and is
gone.

Now captured by tapestry's taper,
man's nimble fingers weave on,
the unicorn caged only in carpet,
threaded with gold and a song.
But if one looks closely in darkness,
to the still point before shadows end,
then perhaps we'll catch a glimpse
of the unicorn,
galloping,
galloping on.
By: S. K. Lindeman -
(Contributor)
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