Lacramioara-Lily of the valley-Suzuran
Lacramioara..
this flower's name
in my native tongue
comes from lacrima
It means..
a tear drop!
please, listen
to my say:
When you are sad,
watch this soul's clad
maybe this flower's Fairy
your tears
would transform in merry
Ring this flower's bell
and take deep breathe
of its smell
.. Relax, harder don't try
Just..for one moment
stop your cry
..start make own wish
and have a smile.
Then, the little Fairy
your tears would transform
in merry
So please, my dear friend:
Come, try one tiny smile,
for biggest ones and
for your sadness End
With all my my heart I'll pray:
-Your tears
forever to become
one of my little
tiny
fairy tale.
poem by Elena Sandu

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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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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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Our Fairy Tale's Truism
I see a flower bloom, I know it will fastly grow;
You may see the same flower and ask me how I know!
I need not see or touch to know when it is real-
You need all queries be satiate before you may feel!
Just as you need not see God to know He is omniscient,
I need not 'see' you to be your duteous appreciant!
We use the same ethereal belief system, yet with a different scope;
Your approach is that of a pragmatist, mine deals in faith and hope!
I see beauty unparalleled, you search for flaw-
You preach self-deprecation, yet I gaze, in abject awe!
When you watch a fairy tale, do you hope for a sad ending,
Or do you grasp the true meaning of the message they are sending! ?
My beloved, relax and let our fairy tale's truism be told-
You must know, time and circumstance, will allow our's to unfold!
Maurice Harris,19 April 2010
poem by Maurice Harris

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A LITTLE PRINCESS--BRESHNA KAHN (Sweet tiny daughter of Afzal Shauq) /Heather Wilkins
Having a new friend in our
land,
To her, we extend our hand.
My family, is waiting, to see
you there
To place a flower, in your
hair..
Your house, number one, in
the row,
Surrounded by lots of mistletoe.
Decorated with candy kisses,
For a special little misses.
You'll meet Snow White,
Tinker Bell too,
They'll come out, and play,
with you.
You can join our fairy clan
Play in our family band.
Dance around our fairy ring,
Enjoy yourself, laugh and
sing.
Yarrow, will help you too,
Make sure your dreams
come true.
So welcome to our fairy
land,
Little Princess, from far
away land..
TO
SWEET DAUGHTER OF AFZAL SHAUQ
© Heather Burns
Note of thanks of Afzal Shauq to Heather wilkins
______________________________________ ___________
Thanks dear heather for your love tribute to my litle Tiny daughter Hadeel Breshna afzal Khan (Sakani Hadeel) ... afzal shauq
poem by Afzal Shauq

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tailing Tale
in the garden of the east
i saw the pink fairy fly
sparkling trails i saw her leave
as i've seen in picture books
fascinated by this wonder
i followed through the woods
as though guiding me in a dream
it gently slowly led me on
through the garden of the east
into woods and fields
by the brooks and the streams
i just kept on going
wondrous were those sights
of lovely flowers and heady scents
'twas a fairy tale garden indeed
an' i thought it all a fantasy
humming bees and butterflies
led me to that tree
where i saw my fairy perched
on a tiny flower
on that magic pear tree
hung two magic pears
it was not for me i knew
it could have been for you
the air was a sharp delight
the wind was crisp and light
the colors of the evening
had drawn together there
in that magic moment
as me and the fairy stared
the air went suddenly still
and the pears went out of view
it was nothing but a twinkle
like the glitter on a diamond
a beauty to behold
but never to be held
fairy tales have meaning
its always been so
still, for all my searching
i don't find none in here
The Falling Flowers
In the beginning I saw your smile…the unwithering flower…
I was dancing onside of thousand blooming flowers…
The bud’s fragrance was overwhelming silently.
That moment, I felt it in the town of wind with calm breeze.
Every tear and smile has a beginning and ending.
This time, my unwithering flower is falling down onto my tainted road…
The song of storm and fire take away all of my unwithering flowers.
The fragrance, the flower’s colours…everything is melt vastly.
Inside the locked remorse, I find a falling flower.
Inside the cold guiltiness, I start dancing and plant the flower.
This falling flower, I plant it…on the empty soil named despair.
This falling flower, I water it…with my tears named blood.
poem by Mizushi Hikari

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A little Flower
A flower grew out of the ground
A tiny flower from the dirt
A tiny living soul from underground
A baby crawling from the dirt
A little innocence of wild color
A tiny spark of hope
A tiny pleasure free of charge
A flower that i called my own
A little baby ran towards it
A tiny flower crushed beneath the feet
A little human innocence
A little bliss destroyed by ignorance
A little flower dead on the ground
A little baby jumping up and down
And only me from my own window, witnessed the death of my own flower beneath the feet of blissful child without idea of his first crime...
poem by Dmitriy Kokarev

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The Flowers
All the names I know from nurse:
Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse,
Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock,
And the Lady Hollyhock.
Fairy places, fairy things,
Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,
Tiny trees for tiny dames--
These must all be fairy names!
Tiny woods below whose boughs
Shady fairies weave a house;
Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,
Where the braver fairies climb!
Fair are grown-up people's trees,
But the fairest woods are these;
Where, if I were not so tall,
I should live for good and all.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

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Fairy tale gone wrong?
It began like a fairy tale
A woman and a male
Out of two different cultures
In search for adventures
They truly liked each other
A smile followed another
Where did the fairy tale go wrong
Can you tell me just this one
It has been about six weeks
That I feel misery so strong
that she seems to be gone
that my ship has some leaks
Why did the fairy tale turn false
I know that she truly likes me
The only thought that consoles
but as long as I don’t see
her smiling face again
only pain does remain
Do you remember the old fairy tales
Can you see the story that never fails
To show you that love always wins
Whatever difficulties or hard sins
For us a hard time seems worse enough
Just six weeks do seem much too tough
Where did this fairy tale go bad
Why do the last weeks turn me mad
It’s a story that makes me sad
Only you could make me glad
poem by Michael Saurer

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Merry, Cherry and Strawberry
There was A big hairy man who had wife called Merry
merry and the hairy man had a farm of strawberry
once upon a day, a government came to the farm
merry an the man gets a big alarm
the farm was sealed and berries served for meal
the man get sad
merry get so mad
their life falls down
they luck was drown
the man hadn't chance
the death beat him a lance
but merry was scary
not like a little fairy
she did all the hard
to make a nice bomb
his name was cherry
so fears to be fairy
she put on the Court
she just said to lord
'Hello dear lord, hear is merry with a bomb called cherry
there is no more strawberry'
poem by Dariel Grey

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Magic of Folklore
The folklore of the countryside
Accepts the toadstool ring
In the belief that all lost fairies
Congregate there to dance and sing.
They sing a lullaby to the young
Then hum to the old and weak
But it is their strong tradition
That lost faires never speak.
They all spread kindness
By a flutter of their wings
As they catch cobwebs in the dew
To form many fairy swings.
Gossamer is gathered
To make cradles for the young
Then they play around the toadstool ring
As flower bells are rung.
Fairy dust is sprinkled
In excitement to the sky above
To ensure that every fairy
Is blessed with everlasting love.
If ever you should tiptoe by
Please pause a little while
I`m sure those poor lost fairies
Would be charmed to see your smile.
poem by Heather P Wilson

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Just Like A Fairy Tale
It was just just like a fairy tale...
You were my prince that would sweep me away and it would be a happy ending.
But somewhere in our fairy tale some pages went missing,
some lies where put in,
some tears where cried,
some hearts where broken.
The happy ending never came..
I woke up from my fairy tale,
and saw you werent about to sweep me off my feet and ride away into the sunset to live our happy ending..
I woke up from my childish fantasy and saw i had to grow up and realise the real world is nothing like a fairy tale..
So i had to let you go knowing the pages to our story,
could never be rewritten.. ♥
poem by Ashlee Harper

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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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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 Fairy Goddess
I saw a fairy goddess
in a strange, enchanted wood
with hair as bright and golden
as the flower, where she stood.
Her gown was white and lacy
and her figure was divine.
Her smile eclipsed the sunshine
and her heart was merged with mine.
We spoke of all our hopes and dreams;
the things that make us sad;
the things that make our heart sing
and the things that make us glad.
I fell in love that fateful day,
when I gained, yet lost my all,
for my fairy goddess soul-mate
was exactly one inch tall.
poem by James Walter Orr

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Flower - Flower Love
flower - flower love
flower - flower love
I come with flower and love
into your life that's full of hope
flower - flower love
I bring you flower and love
as a truth of my heart that never drop
I am a butterfly for you
with blackish orange in colours on me
I will never fly away from you
and never stop watching over you
for
flower - flower love
you are my flower
and you are my love
poem by Juahta Sitepu

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One-Way Fairy Tale
set in forests, castles, and kingdoms
begin with “in a faraway place…” and “once upon a time”
tell about princesses, fairies, princes and monsters
end with kisses and live happily after ever after
it’s funny how fairy tales are expected to be this way
filled with magic and wishes and enchanted days
though always start with humble and sad beginnings
they still close into happy endings
how I wish my tale will be the same
in which i just have to win over evil plans and games
then it’ll be forever with my fairy
a forever which is beyond any possibility
only prince charming can have cinderella
only shrek can possibly be with princess fiona
my story won’t end as happy as theirs
‘cause my fairy won’t be with me after an ever after
after some borrowed time, things will lose their magic
after some stolen seconds, clocks will normally click
unlike those fairy tales that never end after closing a book
mine will surely be forgotten after a talk
only you, my fairy can say it won’t end that bad
only you can stop ending my story that sad
even an author doesn’t have much power
only you can make our fairy tale a little bit longer
09.08.07
poem by Mhawi Rosero

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The Ring
I discovered a perfect circle of mushrooms,
some believe this to be a fairy ring.
I decided to watch the ring from some distance
on the off chance I might see something.
After an hour or so of waiting
two butterflies flew around the ring.
A circle of tiny golden stars lit up the area
and I could hear soft voices sing.
Eight fairies appeared sitting on the mushrooms,
it was they who were singing after all.
They began to dance around the ring of mushrooms,
which made them grow incredibly tall.
The silver fairy saw me watching
and flew to the centre of the ring.
She twisted and turned and flew above the circle,
sprinkling fairy dust over everything.
The other fairies turned to face me
and put out their fairy tongues.
They continued to dance in the air regardless,
then faded with the sound of their song.
poem by Orlando Belo

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This Flower
This flower is a gift...given to all...
Some loose it...
Some have it stolen...
And some give it away...
This flower cannot be replaced...
For once it's gone...it's gone...
Another cannot be grown...
When others do not have their flower anymore...
Some of them laugh because you still have this flower...
But havin' this flower still shouldn't make you feel akward...
Bein' able to hold on to this flower for so long should bring you joy...
Havin' this flower after many others have lost theirs...
Should make you feel special at heart...
You shouldn't be ashamed that you still have this flower...
Hold this flower close and be proud...
This flower can bring Happiness, tears, regret, and even Life...
If you still hold this flower...
Hold strong...
You are not the only one...
For I still hold this lovely flower...
poem by Jennifer Carmical

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Fairy Tale Time
Man is extinct
Monotone of cruelty breaks
Trees rejoice
The noises die
Songs of nature
Awaken
And echo gently
It’s a fairy tale time.
Man is extinct
Water-falls are happy
Jumping and falling
In merriment
Over pure rocks
No careless plastic covers
To choke the fishes
It’s a fairy tale time.
Man is extinct
Smell of woods
Warmth of sunlight
Light up every moment
Wheels are stand-still
It’s a fairy-tale time.
Man is extinct
Stars shine
Nature sleeps
And all its riches
No soul can steal
It’s a fairy-tale time.
Man is extinct
Seasons come and go
Through peaceful times
No gun shots
No war
No helpless cries
No haunting fears
Oh! Yes.
It’s a fairy tale time.
Man is extinct
He chose to plunder, not abide
And thus his death was so befitting
Ending by his own committing
Universal suicide.
poem by Roopa Menon

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