Langley Fairchild

poetry - sight - sound

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Kure Kure Takora (クレクレタコラ) aka Gimme Gimme Octopus!!!

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- Langley Fairchild / 2022

Source: langleyfairchild.carrd.co

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Red eyes pierce the night,  

Shadowed wings, a fleeting dread—  

Murmur of dark skies.

Langley Fairchild / 2025

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LOVELY NIGHTSHADE

In a garden of gold, shadows bloom,  

Woven in whispers, the bamboo’s loom.  

A figure draped in midnight’s thread,  

With a gaze that lingers, but cannot tread.

Orange leaves paint the air with fire,  

A dance of quiet grace, pulling her higher.  

In this world of silence, her thoughts unfurl,  

As if the earth itself were in a swirl.

Her hands, soft as dusk, caress the light,  

Between the brush and the faded night.  

A silent pause in the grasp of time,  

Where nature and heart both intertwine.

Langley Fairchild / 2025

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Burger Lamps

Three little burgers hang from the sky, Wide-eyed and wondering, swinging up high. Chains hold them steady, though dreams make them dance, Caught in a sweet, silly hamburger trance.

Their buns are of gold, their eyes full of cheer, Gazing at worlds that they’ll never near. With patties of midnight and sesame crowns, They light up the room without making a sound.

Not quite for eating, yet tasty to see, A quirky delight from some old fantasy. Oh, burger lamps, with your innocent glow, You make even ceilings a place dreams can grow.

Langley Fairchild / 2025

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The Pink Clanky Clatterbot

The Pink Clanky Clatterbot

In a corner of a workshop, not too far, Lived a pinky robot shaped like a star. With pipes and cones and zigzag crown, It spun and beeped and danced around!

Clanky Clatterbot, that was its name, Building tall towers was its favorite game. With a swoosh of its scoop and a twist of its hat, It balanced a pancake on a paper-thin spat!

"Beep beep bloop!" it loved to sing, Pretending its arm was a bird on a swing. Made of metal but full of cheer, It whispered, "Come play, there's magic here!"

So if you see a pink bot shaped quite odd, Don't be shy—just give it a nod. It might just clank and blink at you, And build a dream from bolts and glue!

Langley Fairchild / 2025

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Candy Motel

Neon hum melts into dusk— VACANCY blinks like a lazy eye, air-cooled whispers brushing against the night.

A candy-sweet scent lingers— saccharine promises, cheap and fleeting. The king bed sprawls, wide as a desert dream, crisp sheets crinkling—paper-thin secrets folded within.

The phone waits, silent and yellowed with forgotten conversations— a lifeline to nowhere.

On the color TV, static snow and late-night reruns blur into lullabies for the lonely.

Here, between peppermint walls and a cardboard moon, you can almost believe— that sweetness stays.

Langley Fairchild / 2025

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Sugar sparkles bright, Tiny wings of frosting swirl, Magic in each bite.

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FAIRY TALE CAKE

Upon a plate of porcelain grace,  

A slice of beauty takes its place.  

Layers soft as whispered dreams,  

Laced with sugar’s silken seams.  

Flowers bloom within the crumb,  

Blushing pink and golden sun.  

A garden trapped in sugared white,  

A secret held in tender bite.  

Atop, a crown of petals fair,  

Kissed by hands with loving care.  

Gold beside it, fork so fine,  

A touch of decadence divine.  

A feast for lips, for tongue, for taste,  

Too lush, too sweet to go to waste.  

A pleasure crafted to entice,  

A fleeting, sinful, soft delight.

Langley Fairchild / 2025

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Give to me this sprite of electric severance my love-

Give to me this, as it were.

Langley Fairchild / 2025

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Between Two Worlds

A shadow lingers on the wooden pier, Half in this world, half nowhere near. Boots heavy, black as midnight's hush, Yet the body fades—a whispered brush.

The water calls with a silver tongue, Where lines are cast and songs unsung. A ghost of branches beneath the skin, Echoes of places he’s never been.

Is he leaving, or yet to arrive? A fleeting figure, half-alive. Bound to the earth, drawn to the deep— A soul in limbo, secrets to keep.

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A knight on horseback, proud and bold, In armor glinting, stories untold. Banners flutter, the red sky burns, The charge begins, the world turns.

The steed stands strong, with hooves that pound, Through fields of battle, a steadfast sound. With shields adorned, and swords that gleam, The knight rides forth, a warrior’s dream.

A castle waits at the edge of the fray, Where shadows stretch and night holds sway. The banner unfurls, a symbol of might, A tale of valor, a glint of light.

The horse’s stride, the knight’s resolve, In this moment, problems dissolve. They ride together, through history's lore, A timeless bond, forevermore.

Langley Fairchild / 2025

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🌵🌵🌵

Neon cacti glow, In soft dunes where winds wander— Futures bloom in sand.

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Abyss of color—

Burning halo, silent pull,

Echoes without end.

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Bills fall through the air, Hands reach for fleeting riches, Greed drifts like a breeze.

Langle Fairchild / 2025

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Bright echoes of youth, Colors dance in memory, Nineties dreams live on.

Langley Fairchild / 2025

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Embarrassed For Natural Leg Warmers

Leg worms wriggle, sly and keen, They crawl within the flesh unseen. A quiet stir, a gentle twitch, The body twirls in mental pitch.

They slither through the synapse deep, Stirring thoughts from dreamer's sleep. In quiet corners, whisper loud, Climbing high above the cloud.

They twist and wind around the spine, Lifting senses, bending time. A creeping pulse, a sudden spark, Igniting fires in minds so dark.

What once was small, now takes the throne, The mind ascends, a world unknown. Through twisted halls of higher plains, The worms evolve, and thought remains.

A restless shift, a mental climb, To reach beyond the bounds of time. These pesky worms, with mystic charm, Unveil the universe, no harm.

The ascent is clear, the path is wide, Where leg worms lead, the soul will glide. To realms unknown, with visions bright, Where thought transcends the veils of night.

Langley Fairchild / 2025