ABOUT THIS COLLECTION

 The Poetry Universe is a forum for poets
and writers on Facebook, created in 2014.
Members include experienced poets and beginning
poets stepping into the poetry community.
Our authors span the globe, and some poems
are translated into English to reach a wider audience.

 My goal, as the forum’s founder, was to create
a group whose spirit consists of total writing
freedom and the widespread wings of the universe
of thought. We are all trying to advance our poetic
skills, visiting the furthest dimensions of Earth
and the universe with our poetic pen, the starship
doing wonders. Freedom and the wings of
the universe, its unfathomable tides, its enchanting
veils, whether of time or love or anything else, are
number one in what is guiding this group.

 The spirit of the Poetry Universe forum is aptly
represented in its member’s entries. Poems are
written across a broad range of subjects as well
as in various styles of prose, and originate from
all around the world.

 One aspect of the forum is our
“challenges”, which have become very popular.
After several challenges specifically designed to
create poetry for young readers, we devised
the idea of publishing books of children’s poems
that would also delight parents.
And thus, “Chimes And Rhymes For Grownups”
was the first book with fairy tales born and now
follows another one with as enchanting fairy tales
and many more drawings that can attract c
hildren’s creativity. Let’s give it a warm applause:
welcome, dear “Abracadabra”!

 Our poetry book is rich both in excellent poems
and enthralling illustrations that children of all
ages will adore. We sincerely hope you enjoy
this book as much as we have enjoyed creating it.

 ~  Thaddeus Hutyra

 

Motto

 

      I would define, in brief, the poetry of words
     as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.

~  Edgar Allan Poe

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      Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

~  Carl Sandburg

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      The crown of literature is poetry.

~  W. Somerset Maugham

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      Little children are the most lovely flowers
     this side of Eden.

~  Rev. Dr. Davies

~ * ~

      I am a passenger on the spaceship Earth.
     ~  E.L. Konigsburg

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      A childhood without books – that would
     be no childhood. That would be like being shut
     out from the enchanted place where you can go
     and find the rarest kind of joy.
     ~  Astrid Lindgren

 

 

CHAPTER ONE

      ABRACADABRA,  ABRACADABRA

Fairy Tale Poetry for Children
     by Ieva Rasmussen, Alexandra H. Rodrigues,
     John Anthony Fingleton and Thaddeus Hutyra

 

 

 

 

 

IEVA RASMUSSEN

 

      BIBLIOGRAPHY

of Ieva Rasmussen

      I’m a 41 year old Lithuanian living

in Denmark

and a mother of two boys, 17 and 8 years old.
     I am making my living as a cosmetologist and
     a manager of a beauty salon in a small town
     in the northern part of the country.
     Poetry for me is a magical alchemy of words,

soul, spirit and human experience. 

I write poetry in Danish, English and Lithuanian
     and I also enjoy drawing illustrations for it.

 

 

 

 

 

SPYGLASS EYE PIRATE by Ieva Rasmussen

      Somewhere in the realm of worlds between

us,

Where the ocean’s raging waves can kiss the

sky,

On a giant mighty wooden ship called Venus

Sailed an old pirate, who had a spyglass for

an eye.

      Mermaids would sing, the waves would

dance, while he was sailing,

And his spyglass eye would search the endless

seas.

Safire waters would spray silver foam on

railings,

As he’d sail yearning for the lands he’d never

seen.

      But he would never even notice skies

above him,

Nor the striking violent beauty of that world,

Because his spyglass eye could only see

the long way,

Seeking restlessly the promised lands of gold.

      An when he finally would reach the shores

he longed for,

He’d never rest his jaded heart, nor troubled

mind.

Because his spyglass eye could only se horizon,

He’d scream ‘OHOI!’ and then just leave it all

behind.

 

 

 

 

Drawing by Ieva Rasmussen

 

 

 

 

 

ALONE (death of a butterfly) by Ieva Rasmussen

      A little girl was all alone in a big garden

Guarded by a sky high wooden fence,

But she never was allowed by her old granny

To come outside to play, or make some friends.

      In that garden waved big oceans of sweet

flowers,

She could hear an alluring blackbird’s song,

She could sit there by herself for hours and

hours,

Like a fragile flower in that garden she

belonged.

      And her friends were bees and trees

and birds and fairies,

She would dance a happy dance with gentle

wind

And then sing along, while wind would carry

Her heart’s longings and her dreams from

deep within.

      Then one day she heard the sound of

children’s laughter

Far from distance, beyond the wooden fence,

Then she knew there was no happy ever after,

And the fence became a prison wall, not

a defense.

      The little girl then caught a butterfly high

flying

And she buried it under a cold black stone.

No more birds, no songs, no bees, no wind,

no fairies,

In the dark and empty garden she was now

alone...

 

 

 

Drawing by Ieva Rasmussen

 

 

 

 

 

ROBOTIC HEART by Ieva Rasmussen

      In some tired, old concrete jungle,

Caged by walls of glass and of steel,

Lived a tiny small clever robot

And he was trying to learn how to feel.

      But all he could feel were the wires,

Computers, phones and touch-screens,

Numbers, codes, letters flying

In the infinite internet dream...

      Then one day he discovered a poem

Vibrating with nuclear heat,

Traveling virtual forums...

And his mechanical heart skipped a beat.

 

 

 

Drawing by Ieva Rasmussen

John Anthony Fingleton

     BIBLIOGRAPHY

OF

John Anthony Fingleton

     John Anthony Fingleton, Born
     Cork City, Ireland. (has lived in many
     places, and done many things).
     Now in Lambaré, Paraguay.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Angel by John Anthony Fingleton

      When you are in your bed at night, do not

be afraid;

I know an angel guards you, and keeps you

warm and safe.

Although I’ve never seen her face, or heard

her voice at all;

Her shadow sometimes flickers, in

the moonlight on the wall.

So don’t you ever worry when you’re alone

in bed,

And never listen to bad voices, if they come

inside your head.

Just think about your angel, then say a silent

prayer;

And at that very second you will know that

she is there.

 

 

 

 

 

Drawing by Ieva Rasmussen

 

Tubby The Tugboat From Seastone-Sur-Mer by John Anthony Fingleton

      Tubby the Tugboat was happy that day,

He’d been scrubbed down and painted up new.

He was off to the harbour with all of his friends,

To help berth the big QE2.

It was the first time the liner had been to his

port,

And there was an air of excitement all ‘round;

His whistle was tuned and his foghorn was

blown,

To make sure, they played the right sound.

Big Jock the skipper and Johnny his crew;

Had shone up his brasses and tack;

He was covered in pendants with all different

signs;

And from his staff, flew a big Union Jack.

      Tubby was anxious to meet his old friends,

Especially those, he hadn’t seen for a while,

Like the Thomas OS, and the Queen of

the Scots,

Who had worked this last year from Carlisle.

And then there was Jenny and her sister Mae

West,

Two sea tugs rigged out for the storm;

They always had stories and adventures to tell:

Of their trips made around the Cape Horn.

Tubby had heard of the Seamus O’ Flynn,

A new tug, from the Emerald Isle;

They said he could dance a grand hornpipe or

jig,

While playing his tin whistle with style.

      Alongside his port bow, was the True

Pearly King,

A Cockney who smoked far too much;

He’d greet you: “All righ’t mate? Be lucky my s-”

Then he’d stop as he started to cough.

Then moored on his starboard was Angus and

May,

They both liked to work side by side;

They had been together for nearly ten years,

From when they first met up north on the Clyde.

Then a funnel was sighted not far from the land,

The big liner was on her way in.

Johnny cast off the ropes, and the engine was

turned;

Tubby’s day was about to begin.

      Sea Stone - sur - Mer, woke up early that

day,

Tom the Mayor had arose before three,

And had practiced his speech – on Tiger his

cat –

That would welcome the ‘Queen of the Sea’.

Bill Chalky, the

Impressum

Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: Thaddeus Hutyra, John Anthony Fingleton, Ieva Rasmussen, Alexandra H. Rodrigues
Bildmaterialien: Ieva Rasmussen
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 28.11.2016
ISBN: 978-3-7396-8547-2

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