Mirror , mirror on the wall who's the fairest of them all? 'Ahem! Not you! have you seen your hair in the morning? Spikes! Yikes! and eyes half open! You are no Sleeping Beauty'
Mirror, mirror on the wall who's the fairest of them all? 'Sigh...not you. Nope! not you. What's with those size nine feet on a five foot three inch body? You are no Cinderella!'
Mirror, mirror on the wall who's the fairest of them all? 'Oh, you again. Stop asking! It isn't you! Sloppy jeans and t-shirts for crying out loud! No seven men would work all day for you!' You are no Snow White.'
Mirror, mirror on the wall? You never really answer my question. Who IS the fairest of them all? 'Oh, you weren't just fishing for compliments? In that case the fairest of them all is...' And the mirror cracked.
alternate ending
beauty is in the eye of the beholder there is no fairest of them all.
wrote this about 4AM this morning. i've a million old mirror poems, but thought i'd do a new one.
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sammie's full lenth mirror was full of magic in front of it, she would preen and dance and sing and romance the vainest woman in the world all her hair had to be shaved, or curled
her mirror was her only true love for no matter how many times she fell from grace she still had that incredible face and that killer queen wink, while watching in the mirror putting on her silk top, with lace
but the end? it isn't here it's on the reflection in the lake where broken mirrore i remake with a magical tear.
it is about the evil sammie hamster bonita. couldn't resist one more samantha panther poem. heyyy, it wasn't all bad. eeerrrr actually it was ha ha - poetry and puppies - paul.
thanks paul. i like to read poetry out loud in public places....not sure how the public on trains and in pizza shops feel about it though - thanks mate - paul.
I love the story. It's the kind of poem that you really look for rhyme and scansion, and I'd like to see that. I'd like to see it longer -- a little more time in mirror world.
lovely fun story. like tad i would like to see this rhyme as it would make a great children's poem and children like the rhyme as it is easier for them to remember and gives a rhythm to the words. you left room for a follow up too which.h i like so you can add to the poem and story.
In the mirror everything works, the breath in and out, not wheezing, the part up amd down that's supposed to go so, the hair jet black, the rakish beard, the skin unlined, but why does he look so dumb?
the last line made me laugh but oh so true! in the mirror things are not what we see outside the mirror but reflect what we see inside our hearts and head. i really enjoyed this one.
i'm still nearly eighteen with fonzie hair till i look in the mirror and realise i'm fifty.....oh, well - " getting old, ain't for sissy's " - bette davis.
Magic of sunlight and clouds above, magic of loveliness glistening there, mirror of beauty above and below, which is real, which the reflection and where?
Bright to my sight the sun in the sky dances the wavelets to a pretty tune played by the breeze on a branch of leaves gently recalling the sweetness of summer noon.
My mind the mirror of all my past reflects my life as one long day stretching forever in timelessness summer in winter is only a thought away.
aaaaahhh sunlight, i remember that. it's something that only happens to other people ha ha. plenty of magic around. it's just finding it that is tricky - love and peace - paul.
this is gonna have to be straight up on the screen. no notes stuff. no time. library closes in twenty mins. here we go ( excuse any spelling mistakes )
PLAY THAT HARP BABY......YEAH!
music. it must be music.! or surely i shall perish love is the only thing, i more cherish lack of music reflecting my soul, makes me sick
dancing in the mirror to air guitar trying to remember who you are through a dark mirror, in to a land of shadows who knows where our soul images in the hall of mirrors goes?
did my best in 20 mins tash. just got it sent before the library closed..phew! - plenty of time today. my friend charlotte is on the library desk, giving me extra time sssshhhh - love and peace - paul.
well it won't let me reply to either so i am going to have to do it as a comment. my apologies. Tasha I like your different take on the prompt. yes the mirror of our minds is powerful. paul i love the imagery of yours. nicely done
Thanks Bonnie, I appreciate your kind words, as always. Victoria must be very busy these days, she hasn't commented on my last two poems. I value all my comments very much and am happy when people respond.
LOL. That was the least of my business.They came to me. I didn't have to do much but yes, we are adding Hapkido to our curriculum. But I also have new software to run the studio and I got rather obsessed with learning it. And we're in Birminham, AL for the weekend for a karate tournament. I'm an early riser so I finally got out here. I have not written a poem but I really, really want to. I may have to do it after the fact.
Look in the mirror and what looks back Are you a little afraid that it might attack How well do we know this image we see This picture is backwards from you or me
Our intentions sometimes fail to reflect our deeds It's hard to fulfill the whole worlds needs What is the magic in this mirror I possess I believe it's the angle from which I assess
I will rule favorably in the case of this man I will judge leniently because I can I decide the fate of this child before my eyes It's my job to delve into it's magical disguise
Should my vision fail me and I could see no more I'd like to remember my image in its essential core The magic in your mirror comes from within So tilt your head back and give a big grin
Love that last line! What fun! Great poem, with neat thoughts to make you think. It might even be better if you changed the last to to my and my instead so it would read "The magic in my mirror comes from within/ so I'll tilt my head back and give a big grin! Also, perhaps punctuation might be goo, though some do not use it.
strange fact. after more people got mirrors, the increase in ghost sightings went up by about 500%. guess people didn't like what they saw - love and peace - paul.
Mirror , mirror on the wall
ReplyDeletewho's the fairest of them all?
'Ahem! Not you! have you seen your hair in the morning?
Spikes! Yikes! and eyes half open!
You are no Sleeping Beauty'
Mirror, mirror on the wall
who's the fairest of them all?
'Sigh...not you. Nope! not you.
What's with those size nine feet
on a five foot three inch body?
You are no Cinderella!'
Mirror, mirror on the wall
who's the fairest of them all?
'Oh, you again. Stop asking! It isn't you!
Sloppy jeans and t-shirts for crying out loud!
No seven men would work all day for you!'
You are no Snow White.'
Mirror, mirror on the wall?
You never really answer my question.
Who IS the fairest of them all?
'Oh, you weren't just fishing for compliments?
In that case the fairest of them all is...'
And the mirror cracked.
alternate ending
beauty is in the eye of the beholder
there is no fairest of them all.
LMAO! This is wonderful. And I prefer the alternate ending.
Deletethis was another one that I had in my head when I woke up. I like sleeping on thinking about the prompt. it's working for me. lol
DeleteI love this one!!! I like both of the endings!!! I couldn't decide which one I liked best...
DeleteI like both endings too however, I prefer the second. It fits better. Such a cute poem, too.
DeleteA resounding vote for both endings.
DeleteWow! Bonnie, I loved this poem. I got chuckles out of it and thought it was well written. good job.
Deleteoh, you are pretty fair cinderella. i'll send you some glass slippers - love and peace - paul.
ReplyDeletewrote this about 4AM this morning. i've a million old mirror poems, but thought i'd do a new one.
ReplyDeleteREFLECTIONS
sammie's full lenth mirror was full of magic
in front of it, she would preen and dance
and sing and romance
the vainest woman in the world
all her hair had to be shaved, or curled
her mirror was her only true love
for no matter how many times she fell from grace
she still had that incredible face
and that killer queen wink, while watching in the mirror putting on her silk top, with lace
but the end? it isn't here
it's on the reflection in the lake
where broken mirrore i remake
with a magical tear.
For a prompt, I think it's good to write a new poem since that's why there is a prompt. I liked your take off on the prompt. I like the magical tear.
Deletewow Paul! even if it is about the evil hamster I have to say this is beautiful! love it! you captured the emptiness of her wonderfully.
DeleteWonderful poem!!!!!!!!!! I agree with Bonnie, too. Well done and so very nicely put. Like they say: True that!
Deletethanks wolfie. putting broken mirrors back together can be tricky, if not impossible my friend - love and peace - paul.
Deleteit is about the evil sammie hamster bonita. couldn't resist one more samantha panther poem. heyyy, it wasn't all bad. eeerrrr actually it was ha ha - poetry and puppies - paul.
Deletethanks tash. that's mirrors, not mirrore, in the last verse, by the way - take care kids - love and peace - paul.
DeleteGreat take on the prompt!! Very lyrical to boot. Nice job.
Deletethanks victoria. i was gonna turn it in to a song, but i couldn't get a verse, or harmonica line going - love and peace - paul.
DeleteI thought this one was a great take on the prompt and it read well aloud. Good job.
Deletethanks paul. i like to read poetry out loud in public places....not sure how the public on trains and in pizza shops feel about it though - thanks mate - paul.
Deleteit was up in gramma's dusty attic
ReplyDeletewhere I was routing around
I watched a mouse go in and out
of the big old mirror there
I walked up and looked at it
with great curiosity
stuck my hand out
it went right through
I jerked it back from fear
I took some time to think it over
watched the mouse again
finally dared myself to go
stepped right through the mirror
I looked down and all around
and much to my surprise
I wasn't me at all anymore
my hair was short
and I was tall
and best of all I was
seated on an animal
it might have been a horse
if it had any hair at all
two suns were setting in the sky
the air smelled faintly of apple pie
a forest of crystal trees
adorned the area
with jewel like flower
dotting the field
I didn't want to lose my mirror
so I didn't venture far
but where I journeyed felt dreamlike
in fact, I felt I was in a dream
I rode to the top of yon hill
and saw a castle in the distance
somehow I knew I lived there
it had the feeling of home
but as the suns were going down
I turned my steed around
and hurried back to my magic mirror
that stood there faithfully
I watched a small strange animal
go through ahead of me
I would come again tomorrow
to see what I could see
I love the story. It's the kind of poem that you really look for rhyme and scansion, and I'd like to see that. I'd like to see it longer -- a little more time in mirror world.
Deletelovely fun story. like tad i would like to see this rhyme as it would make a great children's poem and children like the rhyme as it is easier for them to remember and gives a rhythm to the words. you left room for a follow up too which.h i like so you can add to the poem and story.
DeleteCute story, and very imaginative. I liked it, rhymes or no.
Deletewolfie through the looking glass. like a fairy tale. nice one - love and peace - paul.
DeleteI agree wholeheartedly with Tad. I kept looking for rhyme and rhythm. I think it would be worth giving that a go. I love the story.
DeleteEnchanting story! I enjoyed it very much! I would like to hear more of it.
DeleteIn the mirror everything works,
ReplyDeletethe breath in and out, not wheezing,
the part up amd down
that's supposed to go so,
the hair jet black, the rakish beard,
the skin unlined,
but why does he look so dumb?
the last line made me laugh but oh so true! in the mirror things are not what we see outside the mirror but reflect what we see inside our hearts and head. i really enjoyed this one.
Deletei'm still nearly eighteen with fonzie hair till i look in the mirror and realise i'm fifty.....oh, well - " getting old, ain't for sissy's " - bette davis.
DeleteMy mirror sure ain't magic. I keep wondering who is that weird old woman in the mirror. But wonderful take on the prompt.
DeleteTad, I surely can relate with this poem. I am always wondering who that old man is in the mirror! Well written.
DeleteMagic Mirrors
ReplyDeleteMagic of sunlight and clouds above,
magic of loveliness glistening there,
mirror of beauty above and below,
which is real, which the reflection and where?
Bright to my sight the sun in the sky
dances the wavelets to a pretty tune
played by the breeze on a branch of leaves
gently recalling the sweetness of summer noon.
My mind the mirror of all my past
reflects my life as one long day
stretching forever in timelessness
summer in winter is only a thought away.
Thanks, Paul, Magic is indeed where you find it, so keep looking!
DeleteVery beautiful poem. I loved the imagery of the sunlight and the clouds and how you reflected it into your own life.
DeleteI love the last line in particular, a concrete image of timelessness.
DeleteTasha, This was a pleasure to listen to. It brought out a lot of visuals.
Deleteaaaaahhh sunlight, i remember that. it's something that only happens to other people ha ha. plenty of magic around. it's just finding it that is tricky - love and peace - paul.
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Deletethis is gonna have to be straight up on the screen. no notes stuff. no time. library closes in twenty mins.
ReplyDeletehere we go ( excuse any spelling mistakes )
PLAY THAT HARP BABY......YEAH!
music. it must be music.!
or surely i shall perish
love is the only thing, i more cherish
lack of music reflecting my soul, makes me sick
dancing in the mirror to air guitar
trying to remember who you are
through a dark mirror, in to a land of shadows
who knows where our soul images in the hall of mirrors goes?
see you soon my friends - love - paul.
Hi Paul,Nice poem, well done, I liked the metaphors and images.
DeleteWow! I really like this poem a lot! Great imagery and it floats on the page. Well done for right off the top of your head!
Deletedid my best in 20 mins tash. just got it sent before the library closed..phew! - plenty of time today. my friend charlotte is on the library desk, giving me extra time sssshhhh - love and peace - paul.
Deletethanks wolfie. the top of my head can be a dangerous place. through a mirror darkly - love and dirty mirrors - paul.
DeleteWow. Chilling. Nicely done.
Deletetried to start off light and end up dark in this one victoria. you ever look at a mirror in the dark? - love and peace - paul.
DeleteVery well done, Paul. I enjoyed this poem very much.
Deletewell it won't let me reply to either so i am going to have to do it as a comment. my apologies.
ReplyDeleteTasha I like your different take on the prompt. yes the mirror of our minds is powerful.
paul i love the imagery of yours. nicely done
Thanks Bonnie, I appreciate your kind words, as always. Victoria must be very busy these days, she hasn't commented on my last two poems. I value all my comments very much and am happy when people respond.
Deletethanks bonita. i am imagery bonnie and little else at the moment - sleepy squirrel.
Deleteshe is extremely busy! adding a new class to her martial arts school which is very exciting.
DeleteLOL. That was the least of my business.They came to me. I didn't have to do much but yes, we are adding Hapkido to our curriculum. But I also have new software to run the studio and I got rather obsessed with learning it. And we're in Birminham, AL for the weekend for a karate tournament. I'm an early riser so I finally got out here. I have not written a poem but I really, really want to. I may have to do it after the fact.
Deleteyou're not a secret ninja are you victoria? but then if you were a ninja, you wouldn't tell me anyway would you ha ha - paul.
DeleteMirror, mirror who's this Paul
ReplyDeleteLook in the mirror and what looks back
Are you a little afraid that it might attack
How well do we know this image we see
This picture is backwards from you or me
Our intentions sometimes fail to reflect our deeds
It's hard to fulfill the whole worlds needs
What is the magic in this mirror I possess
I believe it's the angle from which I assess
I will rule favorably in the case of this man
I will judge leniently because I can
I decide the fate of this child before my eyes
It's my job to delve into it's magical disguise
Should my vision fail me and I could see no more
I'd like to remember my image in its essential core
The magic in your mirror comes from within
So tilt your head back and give a big grin
Love that last line! What fun!
DeleteGreat poem, with neat thoughts to make you think. It might even be better if you changed the last to to my and my instead so it would read "The magic in my mirror comes from within/ so I'll tilt my head back and give a big grin! Also, perhaps punctuation might be goo, though some do not use it.
strange fact. after more people got mirrors, the increase in ghost sightings went up by about 500%. guess people didn't like what they saw - love and peace - paul.
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