The public has become my fairy godmother.
quote by Eartha Kitt
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A Flying Cow
Millie Moo Cow was grazing
in a field on day
when her fairy godmother
came to pay a visit to her.
Millie you are a good old cow
and your days are not yet through.
If I had wish for you
what would that wish be fore?
Millie chewed at her cud
and thought for a bit.
I would like a pair of wings
so I could fly like the birds
and then I could find the green fields
with all the tenders shoots to graze upon.
The fairy godmother waved her wand
and on Millie, two beautiful wings grew.
Millie flapped her new wings
and into the sky, she flew.
As she, few around she caused quite a stir.
Looking down she remembered
all those who had tormented her.
Now she had wings she could get her revenge.
She dived and did a somersault
and then began her bombing run
laying on them cow pats big and round.
People ran for cover as Millie flew on by.
Tiring of her games in a green field, she landed.
Her fairy godmother wasn’t pleased.
You were only supposed to look for green fields
not go bombarding people with your poo.
For your bad behaviour,
I’m taking your wings away from you.
She waved her magic wand again
and Millie’s wings were gone.
The moral of this story is
when they say do unto others as they do unto you.
You will be punished
so go do it first.
poem by David Harris
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I think, at a child's birth, if a mother could ask a fairy godmother to endow it with the most useful gift, that gift would be curiosity.
quote by Eleanor Roosevelt
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I think, at a child's birth, if a mother could ask a fairy godmother to endow it with the most useful gift, that gift should be curiosity.
quote by Eleanor Roosevelt
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Little Fairy
Little Fairy,
Shine so bright.
Little Fairy,
Show your light.
Little Fairy,
I’m amazed.
Little Fairy,
You seem to blaze.
Little Fairy,
I love your allure.
Little fairy,
You are so pure.
Little fairy,
In case you flee,
Little fairy,
First shine on me.
poem by Brittany Graviet
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0190 A novel fairy story for a poetic multi-faith Giftmas
‘Cinderella’ (I’m using this pseudonym
to protect her identity, now she’s
ex-hot, ex-famous) , while sweeping, dusting,
fire-lighting, all that deprived childhood stuff -
felt that she had more to offer;
had not realised her full potential; so
in a cheap exercise book, wrote her
fictionalised life-story, suitably worked up,
in her spare moments; even, when short of incident,
setting up some neat situation with
her ugly sisters etc.
thanks to her friend Buttons who
was computer-literate, hence
his name, ha, she
self-published and, with a wand-wave from
her Fairy Godmother
by ‘sheer chance’ when her sisters had a famous critic
and, unusually, discoverer of talent, to dine,
hit the headlines – Booker Prize
in an off-year, interviews, weary book tours of the US,
life-style articles, all that,
- a gift to journalists, rags to riches story –
was courted through many photo-opportunities
by ex-hot celebs in search of boosting their
waning reflected glory… in short,
Hit It Big.
‘We always knew
her talent’ wrote her botoxed sisters…
until one day, her Fairy Godmother
winging past late as usual and slightly
tetchy with it, reckoned that
Our Heroine had had her fifteen minutes
and wondered what to do to slap her down; until
she remembered that she’d fixed that too –
Famous First Book Novelists
have to spend the following year
while the rest of us are having fun out there,
seeing their name fade from the headlines
and the gossip columns and
the stories planted by their PR
and cutting down on the parties
and those they do go to, they
are only half-there as they watch
for 'material', as a break from
sitting at their desk while confidence
dwindles into self-doubt
and the critics sharpen up their talons, as Last Year's Winners
scrape out that Second Novel..
and the Fairy Godmother (who
doubles as the Wicked Witch, it’s
a divine joke) chuckled in a somewhat
double-edged way, whilst checking
the time and remembering that for fairies,
arriving late increases the dramatic tension.
there’s a moral here for poets too but
to point it out would be
uncool
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Not a Cinderella.
As i sit alone tongiht
i have realized
that someone like me
can never be
a cinderella
no matter how hard i try
i know htat if you look in my eyes
way deep inside
you will see my mistakes
and know that its to late
i have no fairy godmother
even though i try to change
ill have this past forever
all these scars and btoken dreams
ill never be pretty enough
you can plainly see
so once again
my day is to end
with a simple dream
but we both know
that i will never be
a cinderella
as i fall to my knees
i guess all i can do
is learn to be
the one and true
me.
poem by Rebecca .C.
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Fairy Tale High
On a fairy tale high
Don't you believe that your dreams all come true
The fairy tale world inside can bring it to you
You just have to wish, and you'll take off and fly
On a fairy tale high, fairy tale high
Fairy tale high, fairy tale high
On a fairy tale high
Just look around you, the dark clouds are far
Stand on your tiptoes, and reach for a star
As stardust comes sprinkling, it will brighten your eyes
On a fairy tale high, fairy tale high
Fairy tale high, fairy tale high
Fairy tale high, fairy tale high, fairy tale high
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
song performed by by Donna Summer
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To The One Who Says She Is Reading My Poem
let us have a compromise,
after reading the first stanza
from my magic lines
i will give you
youth, and on the second stanza
i will hand you
beauty
on the third stanza i will promise
you fortune
on the fourth perhaps
intelligence
and on the fifth perhaps
fame,
i have this magic wand
given by fairy godmother
the one used
for Cinderilla and Snow white
and Rapunzel
and Shrek, and so on and so forth,
tonight then you must read my poem,
but don't you be disappointed,
it has only one word.
Fool.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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(Freedom poems) Fairy child
Fairy child
You child of a god
Fairy child
You have given
up your freedom
Fairy
Fairy child
And now you roam
our world free
Fairy child
because
you know no borders
and your education
Ain't enough fairy child
So you cross borders
to disrespect international
Treaties
You're wanted by INTERPOL
(Can you spell that out loud?)
and the host of
The international agencies
you fairy child
You will know forwards
Fairy child
That the world serves
the interests of one
Super state
When the sanctions
begin to bite fairy child
You will cry like your
Fairy mama fairy
Because here there's
the scarcity
of the sanctions busters
Fairy child
You better go away fairy child
And find yourself
A love mate in Tokyo
Fairy child
'Cause in Tel Aviv
They hunt down the black
infiltrators
Yes they do fairy child
'cause they fear the black brothers
'cause they and the Israelis
Share the same black ancestor fairy child
You better run my brother
And fall in love and marry yourself
off to a Ethiop woman
To get a alien citizenship fairy child
'Cause as stateless as you are now
You're a sitting duck
For INTERPOL and Scotland Yard
Fairy child
Say nothing in Guantanamo Bay
Fairy child
When they come to interrogate
you fairy child
Fairy child fairy child
You child of a god
I warned you my brother
The laws of the brother Humanity
are harsh my man
Now you're sitting there and
all your life you've been
Apolitical fairy child
Now you're sitting with the politicals
Waiting for the interrogator
To interrogate you
For the politics of power
You know the science of which not
It's cold on the Cuban island prison
Fairy child
You chew on your blues
And you even miss the gilded
gates of the flames of hell
Fairy child
Fairy child...
Naive!
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Fairy boy
Tonight fairy boy
Don't let me down
Don't let me beg for
an ounce of your love
Give me what I want
I want to be loved with
a difference by a god
Do you hear me fairy lover?
It must be your love
My divine being
I am after your strange
unusual love when allowed
Hear me say to you
Let me bend down
Allow me once again
to mend your broken wing
My love is the herb
To nurse your fairy heart
With my kiss divine fairy
You have broken through the
cordon of your fairy shyness
Release me fairy boy
To love you with selfless
free spirited abandon
Don't constrict my love
any further in your
Unreal wonderland fairy
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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The presents on the gift list yet unread
and there’s the presents
which we don’t talk of
which we secretly wish
for ourselves; wondering
whom we might ask for them;
or whether they were already ours,
bestowed by fairy godmother
there beside the cradle; in which case,
where did we hide them
from ourselves? ..
to wake each morning,
not to depression and the lack
of any sense of personal self-worth..
but to praise and gratitude and joy…
unwrapping the world,
loosing its knotted golden cords,
easing its sticky tape,
folding the paper neatly into memory,
discarding all the packing which defends…
or must we posit a god so just and merciful
that time to him or her or it, is but an experiment
to give us time and freewill, to remember
where we hid those presents from ourselves?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Cindy's Nightout
she likes her hair
red and her skin
pale
not jibing with
moonlight
big white flowers
hang in her room
a black pumpkin
with white leaves
has two rats ready
for her dreams
obviously she believes
in Cinderella
obviously she is waiting
for the fairy godmother
to do the magic
when she decides finally
to spend her night out
looking for her prince
wanting to fulfill her dreams
you might notice
she is already ready
all day she practiced
walking with only one shoe
she runs and laughs at the same time
inside her black room
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fary Tale Ending
It started out like a fairy tale
You were my prince
And I was your princess
That’s exactly how you treated me
Everything was perfect
Until now
What about the fairy tale ending?
Where you become my King
And I would be your Queen
Now my fairy tale is gone
No more dreams
Or hopes
Because you’re gone
So, what about my fairy tale ending you ask?
It’s gone
The day we weren’t “us” anymore
So let me tell you this
I don’t believe in fairy tales anymore
poem by Stephanie Sanchez
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My Unknown Fairy
Oh my unknown fairy
I don’t know how you look
Oh my unknown fairy
I don’t know what you think
But I know my fairy
You are dear to me
Your absence makes me think of you
Oh my unknown fairy
You are far away from me
But still I feel you near
I cherish dreams of you
My unknown fairy
And let those dreams come true
poem by Kanu Aravind
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Sorry, O Little Fairy!
O fairy! O fairy! O little fairy!
I extremely feel grief and sorry;
You so heartily gave me the invitation;
I could not attend your celebration.
To come to you I’d the leisure although,
The circumstance did not allow;
I’ve ne'er seen you nor e'er met;
From someone about you heard a lot.
About your mischiefs like a fawn you do,
About your blossom-like smile-
About your tears like the pearl;
And the heart-attracting innocence of you.
Now in heart a wish and on lips a prayer,
O little fairy! I may see you soon somewhere
poem by Shuaib Saifi
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Picture for Me
I have a picture.
It's a fairy
That I want to mount
..in a frame...
To capture
That hairy fairy.
Hey! !
Don't accuse me of being bent.
Nairy a fairy.
Even one less hairy
And scary
Will ever get their way with me.
So you see
I just want to mount
...my fairy...
poem by George BernardBloodyShaw
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Play The Game Or Else
Once upon a time there was a fairy tale
and all the fairy people were the same.
Once upon a time there was a fairy land
where all the fairy people played the game.
Once upon a time there was a living hell
and all the living dead would go insane.
Once upon a time I lived there and I learned
to shut my mouth and play the fairy game.
17/01/08
poem by Rachel Slimm
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Always a godmother, never a mother. That sucks. I've got to get me one of those little accessories.
quote by Courteney Cox
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Fairy!
Fairy!
Untouched;
Fairy!
Unplugged;
Fairy!
Unbalanced;
And like the muse of your love hidden in the bush! !
But, you need to learn from the laws around you always;
And, in them, you will become a better person thereof.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Visitor
Her little face is like a walnut shell
With wrinkling lines; her soft, white hair adorns
Her withered brows in quaint, straight curls, like horns;
And all about her clings an old, sweet smell.
Prim is her gown and quakerlike her shawl.
Well might her bonnets have been born on her.
Can you conceive a Fairy Godmother
The subject of a strong religious call?
In snow or shine, from bed to bed she runs,
All twinkling smiles and texts and pious tales,
Her mittened hands, that ever give or pray,
Bearing a sheaf of tracts, a bag of buns:
A wee old maid that sweeps the Bridegroom's way,
Strong in a cheerful trust that never fails.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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