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My Homeland (Quatrain)

Homeland on a summer day
Little children laugh and play.

Circle around the fairy ring
Holding hands dance and sing.

poem by Heather Burns
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Quatrain-My Homeland

Homeland on a summer day,
Little children laugh and play.

Circle around the fairy ring,
Holding hands dance and sing.

poem by Heather Burns
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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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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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A Play Festival In Ogden Park

Oh gay and shining June time!
Oh meadow brave and bright,
Abloom with little children,
All tossing in the light!
They dance and circle singing—
Oh, what a joy to see!
They twinkle in the sunshine,
They shout in company.

Beyond are pointed houses
Patterned against the blue,
With bushes flower-embroidered,
And trees all trim and true.
Around are rows of people
Watching the dainty show,
Guarding the fairy kingdom
Where blossom babies blow.

Their merry little footsteps
Race with the tricksy air,
That puffs their filmy dresses
And frees their shining hair.
All pink and white and golden
Under the round gold sun,
Winging the wind with laughter,
They ring and wreathe and run.

Oh, sweet and soft the world is,
Ever so glad and gay,
All garlanded with children
Who sing and prank and play !
You posy girls wide-petalled,
And boys all round and red,
Dance in the sun forever
Till time goes off to bed!

poem by Harriet Monroe
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The Dance Of Life Is A Circle

if the dance of life is really
a circle where
we imagine a fusion of
the beginning and the end

then what are we waiting for?
do you have hands?
let us hold each other and join this dance.

forever comes inside our hearts,

you have no end
and i have no beginning

life's dance of ugliness and beauty holding hands together
of sorrow and joy, of pain and relief,
of evil and good, of black and white, of earth and sky,
of yin and yang, of male and female and those caught in between
the grip of the hands of life
to the stone, to the tree, to the sky, to an infinite space

now if you speak about a beginning and an end,
you are out of the circle. Or if you are wise enough,
You think you are inside the circle.
and the rest of the world, revolves around you.

you are in and they are out, it is still part of the circle.
sky and earth. down and up. your eyes take a look
at the stars, and the stars take a look at you.

you breathed the night air. You close your eyes.
You see what is infinite. You grasp eternity to the farthest
star that you put on top of your pointing finger.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Quatrain-A Fairy Story (Somewhere In Fantsayland)

Stepping into a fairy ring,

Every fairy began to sing.

Presented with a ring of gold,

A fairy story, I was told.

poem by Heather Burns
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Buttercup Wind Dancer (Somewhere in Fantsayland)

One night while dancing in
fairyland,
A certain fairy, touched my
hand.

Wanting to swing and sway,
Dance until the break of
day.

He carries kisses in a jar,
Most handsome fairy, near
by far.

He tossed a breeze in my
heart,
Changed the climate, from
the start.

Lives in clover, lush and
deep
That's where I long to
fall asleep

Dance around the fairy
ring
Alone with him, smile and
sing

When bees come out, begin
to
swarm,
Carries a blanket, to keep
warm

Using crickets to wake up,
I'm falling in love with
Mr. Cupp.

ilu

poem by Heather Burns
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Fanciful Dream

I left my love in the Fairy Glen
Home of the litte fairy men
I met her there on a July night
When a Summer moon was beaming bright.

For my love was the Fairy Queen
In Fairyland she reign supreme
She wore a glittering diamond cloak
Queen of the little fairy folk.

Though the night was bright it was bright as day
In a wooded vale I lost my way
Then I sat me down by a tall oak tree
And the Fairy Queen she came to me.

I gazed upon this fairy small
She stood scarcely more than two foot tall
Tiny shoes covered her tiny feet
And she bowed towards me in a fairy greet

Her pretty little face showed no trace of woe
And her hair was white as new fallen snow
And her eyes were sparkling bright and brown
And on her head she wore a tiny crown.

Then she smiled at me and this did say
You're in Fairyland you have lost your way
Sorry to disturb you from your rest
Come along with me and be my guest.

Then she led me to the fairy ball
To a fairy dance in a fairy hall
All the fairy folk were dancing there
And fairy music filled the air.

But when we stepped inside the fairy dance hall door
A hushed silence fell across the floor
Fairy men and women scarce one third my size
All looked up at me with fear in their eyes.

But their Queen she spoke to them and said
Of this gentle giant you need hold no dread
I met him in the oak tree shade
Into Fairyland he has somehow strayed.

Then the fairy band started playing anew
And the fairy folk started dancing too
Round and round the dance floor they did wheel
To the haunting sound of a fairy reel.

I have never seen people quite so gay
As these little fairies in their bright array
These happy folk did laugh and sing
As they danced around in a fairy ring.

Then I left the ball with the Fairy Queen
And we strolled the banks of a moonlit stream
I stooped to kiss her but she was gone
And by the moonlit stream I stood alone.

The alarm clock rang and I awoke
And my spell of fantasy was broke
I awoke to a World of reality
From a Fairyland of fantasy.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Folklore for Children (1) and (2)

(1)

Won't you listen in my garden
to the tapping dancing feet
and the singing of the fairies
playing violins so sweet?

Won't you listen to the pixies
and the fairy queen's refrain,
songs of romance, songs of folklore
or do the fairies sing in vain?

Come and join these mystic beings
with pretty wings of fairest hue
delightful elves and friendly fairies
will sing and dance each day for you.

(2)

Down in yonder Elfin Park
Fairies play upon the swing.
Mother nature makes her mark
Saying 'au revoir' to spring.

Summertime is entering in
Fairy Queen begins to sing
No longer dark in Elfin Park
Sunbeams light the fairy ring.

Pretty Queen has lost her heart
True love to her is everything
And if we walk through Elfin Park
Bells will surely 'ting-a-ling'.

poem by Joyce Hemsley
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The Dance Of Life (3)

the dance of life
is not loneliness

it is meant to be shared
in a circle of friends
two for a tango
three can be a boogie
five or more
in a disco

shouts for joy
energy overflowing
like a waterfall

the dance of life
the ecstasy
the bliss of everyday
the joys of the many

the dance of life
children merry on the playground
mothers watching
and fathers working with so much
awe and inspirations

the dance of life
grandpas holding hands with grandmas
strolling on the beach

the dance of life
sunshine early morning on the grass
moonlight and stars on top of the roof

sipping coffee
reading a book of poems

the dance of life
stopping in a moment and then
contemplating on an end

somehow there is this stopping for a moment
silence
and then returning to the power of fireworks
friends giggling
over an interesting love affair

the dance of life
with you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Silver Shoes Story Poem for M Lady Ernestine

Sometimes when the night is falling.
I can hear them softly calling.
Come and dance the night away
the moon is shining bright as day.

My fairy friends are gathering
to dance within the fairy ring.
I leave the comfort of my chair
and go outside to find them there.

Already to commence the dance.
I watch them as they skip and prance.
I am too big to join the dance
but gladly given half a chance.

I would discard my human guise
and dwindle down to be their size
Titania points her wand at me.
I find I am quite suddenly.

Much smaller than I used to be.
The fairy maids all laugh with glee,
each one wants to dance with me
I gladly join the revelry.

We dance until the morning breaks.
A single word is all it takes
to restore me to my own size.
Titania is very wise.

She weaves another magic spell.
I can recall but cannot tell.
When I awake in my old chair
Gripped in my hand I find a pair

of tiny silken, silver shoon
the colour of a bright new moon.
A little keep sake it would seem
to prove to me it was no dream.

(11-Jul-07)

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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One and All

Run and run
Sing then sing
Dance the dance
Play during work
We all are the same
In every little way
The way you run
How I sing
When they dance
And how we all play
A single voice
A rose in bloom
It's all the same
Like me, like you
We are the feet that run
We are the voice that sings
We are the best of the dance
We are the playing beings
We are one
We are all
We are the same
One and all

poem by Janelle Morehart
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Sing You Children

(words & music by nelson - burch)
Oh jonah he was desperate in the belly of the whale
Well jonah had a plan, he knew he couldnt fail
He raised his head on high
And looking for the sky
And he sang his song so pretty
The whale told him goodbye
You got to sing you children sing
Sing you children sing
I only know one thing, hey! hey! hey!
Sing you children sing, everybody
Sing you children sing
Sing your troubles away
Well moses said good lord
Open up these waters for me
So I can get your chidren
Across the salty sea
Well the lord parted the waters
And singing hand in hand
Moses and the children
Walked over to the promised land
You got to sing you children sing
Sing you children sing
I only know one thing, hey! hey! hey!
Sing you children sing, everybody
Sing you children sing
Sing your troubles away
Oh joshua had a plan
At the walls of jericho
Hed march around those walls
And on his horn hed blow
That horn would play a tune
And sing a happy song
When joshua got through
Those walls came tumbling down
You got to sing you children sing
Sing you children sing
I only know one thing, hey! hey! hey!
Sing you children sing, everybody
Sing you children sing
Sing your troubles away
You got to sing your troubles away
Sing your troubles away
Sing your troubles away
Sing your troubles away
Sing your troubles away

song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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They Tell You This And That

they make the rules
they play their own games and they decide who's in who's out
who's it....

sometimes we surrender in the nook seeing them play the games
we try to understand the rules and abide

but sometimes, yes sometimes, just sometimes
we feel there's something wrong with their rules

just them inside the circle and just us outside their circle
and they all laugh at us

outsiders, barbars, strangers, aliens

got tired about names and labels just like you
and i make my own circle

circle of friends, circle of principles, circle of rules
where i am in and they are out and i also learn my own kind of laughter

side by side with them
i make my own world with my own kind of building blocks

step by step, inch by inch, block by block
i make this circle

i am in now and they are outside forever
i am free and they are in their own prisons now

i laugh and they cry.
this is my world

this is my confidence
and from that time on i said to myself

i am unique i am indestructible i am no copy cat i am original
in my own way i am king and in my own place this is my castle

i am myself now.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Encounters

Stars cascading,
Sometimes one can see God’s children circle dance around the sun.
As the moon shies away from sky lightening-
Was this the first day?
I encountered your deadpan face,
Though bitterly weeping
Before a broken, hand held looking glass,
Someone is visiting from afar,
Earth-toned, not swarthy
Is the tree, behind which you hide your elf-like countenance?
Your impish grin no longer entices,
The ocean-blue sky
Reeks with the coming of age
Gangrenous-green as mold,
Its stench, putrid, as such,
Overpowers any nuances.
I hear ancient music, as I walk to staccato rhythm
As some walk with the Lord,
As you asked, madam, I told you, I threw your letter away…
Children circle dance around the sun,
As all I can do is rest beneath the shade of the crooked old sequoia tree.
Within nature’s garden, I close my weary eyes,
Soundly resting,
Escaping in my dreams
Of that place beyond the sun,
For I am the center of the circle dance-
I do believe, that..
Stars cascade from the sky,
I do not walk with the Lord,
I control the world,
God’s children circle-dance around me…

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Dance all night and laugh all day

I like to prance all right
As I like to play
Let dance all night and dance whilst we pray,
For these avenues run straight to the heart, so we
Dance all night and laugh all day
And on our would the stage we’ll play our part
Nothing but actors imprisoned by a magnetic cage
So we hunt a thrill and kill the time
For we have potions and magic within our brains
I dance all night I dance all day as this is the energy of peace at play

When the heavens were created god was at play,
in the 6 he moulded and on the 7 rested a day
So in celebration we dance wholly with joy,
And with divinity, share energys between all within the routine
As we dance all night and we dance all day peace be upon us and us upon peace

poem by Daniel Richards
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Fairy Fever

Forty words:

The fairy queen's teardrops are falling

She sneezes all summer long.

Innocent recipient of pollen

Blame histamine's fairy song.

The reason is the sunflower season

Fairy ring carnivals galore,

The scenery is really beautiful

But fairies want fever no more.

poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Under The Moonlight We'll Dance And Sing

Loving you is such a beautiful thing
Under the moonlight we'll dance and sing
Holding hands we'll dance all night
My salsa dress will glitter so bright
Then we'll gaze into each others eyes
Our lips will seal and passion will rise
The stars will dance to the rhythm and sway
For the love we share each passing day…

poem by Meena Mustafa
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All The Children Sing

See ms. malone
She spends another quiet evening alone
Sits in her study and stares at the phone
And a bell in her head will ring
All the children sing
All the dancers start to sway in time
The orchestra begins to play
Somebody pours the wine
The sun and moon collide
Isnt gravity a funny thing
The universe explodes apart
All the children sing
Of mr. malloy
Hes always seen himself as one of the boys
He thinks that men are tough and women are toys
But a bell in his head will ring
All the children sing
All the birds are chirping harmony
The scent of love is in the air
Sunset on the sea
The angel of the lord
Just declared we arent worth a thing
The galaxy is null and void
All the children sing
Crawled across a thousand miles of desert sand
Looking from an answer from a holy man
And this is what he told me with a wave of his hand
He said, a bell in your head will ring
Heres to the chinaman, wise and old
Heres to the eskimo, brave and cold
Heres to the jew in the holy land
Heres to the arab in his caravan
Heres to the african, strong and proud
Heres to the redneck, good and loud
Heres one to you and theres one more thing
A bell in your head will ring

song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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