Life, Poetry, Writing

Do You Believe in Fairy Tales?

Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed. ~G.K. Chesterton #Quote #MotivationMonday #MondayBlogs

Dragons do not only exist in fairy tales.

Dragons are real and they exist.

Dragons can be beaten.

It is time to believe in fairy tales again, for the dragon is at our door. He is real, he exists, we must believe and fight with the faith of a child, always believing he can be beaten. ~M #WarriorPoets #Quote #MotivationMonday


Dragons do not only exist in fairy tales > Dragons are real and they exist > Dragons can be beaten. #Motivation #Encouragement

I am currently slaying some of my own dragons having writen my memoir which is to be published in Spring of 2021. You can read the announcement from last Saturday here or by clicking on the image below. 😉

#YouGotThis #NeverGiveUpYourDreams


A Fairy Tale of Sorts


On a lonely dirt road
Under a tree’s green canopy.
In an enchanted forest.
Under a sky of deep blue.
Soft clouds float by.
On the song of an autumn breeze.

An unexpected encounter
That catches them both unaware.
On a day like any other.
When time seemed to stand still.
Neither said a word.
Yet, the silence spoke volumes.

Her crystal blue eyes.
And a smile of utmost kindness.
He lost himself in the waves
She felt his strength.
Wielded with authority.
A mantle of royalty easily worn.

In that moment of time
Their destiny’s sealed as one.
The magic was evident.
Forces collided in the unseen.
Warring over the notion.
Of lovers meant to be free.

Demons swayed in the trees.
Watching the unfolding scene.
While angels stood guard.
To protect the mystery and magic
For true love must win.
For them to live happily ever after.

~Mark Schutter ©2015

Life, Poetry

I do believe, in Santa Claus

Yes, there is a Santa ClauseJust a soft touch, of a gentle hand.
A moment in life, where time stands.
Believing in fairy tales, of magic moonbeams.
Dreams often come true, from legends so it seems.
A starry night unfolds, in silent glorious grace.
For now we wait, held in love’s embrace.
The hope endures despite, time’s slow pause.
Yes I do believe, in Santa Claus.
Even St. Nick will kneel, on bended knee.
A moment when time did split, so few did foresee

In a manger a newborn babe, comes from majesty.
For unto to each of us, comes God’s mercy.
To infuse a living hope, that will ever sing.
Out of time eternal, a king of Kings.

~Mark Schutter ©2014