Shape-Change
A conspiracy of mites, dust and allergy makes life
a misery – I am either very happy outside wearing
magical sandals or sitting in the depths of despair
in an air-conditioned office where I shape-change
into Quasimodo, hunchback, gnarled fingers, warts –
oh wait, that’s witches, I also become the Gingerbread
Witch of Hansel and Gretel, it’s why I identify with Alice
in Wonderland, eating anything marked ‘eat me’
breathing pollen, house-mites and dust-laden air
changes me from hour to hour, I can only be a
dancing fairy outside – any building changes me
into a variety of horror story characters - though
I don’t mind being a vampire or witch as long as
I can fly, but changing into Quasimodo
makes me want to cry …
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The Witch And The Cat
there was once a witch,
who loved to sew and stich,
with her she had a cat,
who could make all kind of hats
, once the day came,
when the cat ran away
, and the witch was to blame,
she cooked him a meal,
of rye and oatmeal
, the rye was sour,
and the oatmeal tasted like tar, s
o he galloped of,
to a fairy named heretha toff,
the witch when saw the scene,
was less than pleased,
she did a magic spell,
who cats whereabouts could tell,
she hurried towards the house,
quite as a mouse,
leave him alone you swine
that cat, yea him he's mine,
'okay'the fairy shuddered
cause the witch she dreaded,
but the cat gave out a tiny smile,
i'm gonna send you away a thousand miles,
he said something enchanted
the witch's face looked haunted'
what have you done to me'she cried
for she herself was flying
after the witch was gone
they celebrated with a songa
nd here is how it ened
no more the story bended
it ended in laughter
and a happy ever after.
poem by Kanika Varma
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16.07.2009 Sparkles In The Air (Rev.)
Wise and magical as Nanny Ogg and Granny
Weatherwax are Hanlie and June concocting
magical forms that do sums in proof of what
we’ve done so preparing a production sheet
becomes a breeze
It’s as good as having Hogwart’s Sorting Hat on
my head, the form reads my mind and gives me
answers telling my life, June showed me how
to gain more time for translations, Hanlie gave
me leave to do more research
Forgetting magic requires special treatment
Jane destroyed the form without respect; the
magical form inspired me to new agricultural
heights, safe within the form’s woven web
calculating fun allotted everyone
sparkles in the air, joy in the office – brought
about by our two local witches, June Ogg and
Hanlie Weatherwax; Jane could be Magrat the
confused and I could be Perdita, singing for
Christine in Maskerade…
From: Terry Pratchett “Lords and Ladies” and
“Maskerade” - two clever witches, Granny
Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg, a young witch
Magrat and a younger witch, Perdita, who
likes to sing.
poem by Margaret Alice
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House Of Pain
I live inthe house of pain
And inside of that house of pain is very cold
But to fix it I had to buy a small heater
And now the house of pain is warm
But there are dust and dust mites
And the only way that I can fix it
Is by sweeping all over the house of pain
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Fairyland 02.09.2009
Playground of our old school is a
wonderland of rising hillock with
steep sides abounding in small
holes turned into fairy dells
I swept them with a broom
exposed coloured stones
leaf decorated, artfully
arranged fir tree needles
I remember fresh smell, sunbeams
glistening in dust, beauty of my
fairy valley, joy and peace
played alone, by myself
The dream of creating fairyland
lingers on in glittering fairy
figurines next to
my bed
Pasting fairy pictures everywhere
changing every space into a
magical place
poem by Margaret Alice
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From The Love To The Love!
Dust is full of mites, microbes and earth,
When we smell it we may sneeze and get flu,
When we blow it, we may spread it near and afar,
What vertebrate could have come out of it?
Dust is the dust that can hold water and minerals,
To feed and nourish the plants, thus the animals,
Man retrieves all goodness from these two,
And proclaim himself as the savior of the universe.
Constant changes in our bodies define us as living, getting old,
We are vulnerable to various threats, but we are protected to be safe,
We are what the dust can hold, the water and minerals,
But we are not from the dust, as the myth and missionaries told.
From the womb to the dust, we progress day by day,
From the clean slate to the scribbled souls, we get stained,
The story of dust should be dusted out and rewritten,
Evolution of human from the love to the love, be ascertained.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Alankar (Decor) -28
Villains(Rondel)
Lot lots are villains surrounding
Like dust that helps mites to build mounds
Get housed snakes but there in mites'mounds
Dust and snakes no doubt surrounding
But they are rare seen surrounding
Not in huge swarms like mosquitoes
Lot lots are villains surrounding
'Bite and suck' their manifestoes
These are just few picks surrounding
Lot more in the guise of servants
Be it loam or home, those servants
Cheat, beat, loot to grab anything
Lot lots are villains surrounding
poem by Indira Renganathan
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You Want To Be A Real Big Witch
You want to really be a witch?
Well...
I knew some pretty wicked witches,
Who...
Made me pitch to them,
Many a fit.
And I split.
You want to be a real big witch,
Well...
I knew some pretty wicked witches,
Who...
Made me pitch to them,
Many a fit.
And I split.
You want to be the biggest at the ball of all witches,
Don't you?
You do.
Don't you.
You do.
Don't you.
You do.
And you're proving it too!
You do.
You want to be the biggest at the ball of all witches...
Don't you?
You do.
Don't you?
You want to be a real big witch,
Don't you?
You want to be the biggest at the ball of all witches.
You want to be a real big witch,
Don't you?
You want to be the biggest at the ball of all witches.
You want to be a real big witch,
Don't you?
You want to be a real big witch,
Don't you?
You want to be a real big witch,
Don't you?
You want to be a real big witch.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters
Jeremy Renner, Gemma Arterton, Peter Stormare, Famke Janssen, Thomas Mann, Zoe Bell, Derek Mears, Judy Norton, Monique Ganderton, Pihla Viitala
from Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters (2013)
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Wonderland
Cant you see
Love and affection
When its put
In you direction
Wrapped in your mysterious wonderland
No fast car
Can make you grow up
Gentlemen
You think youve sewn up
Locked in your wonderful wonderland
No dark horse like me can cramp all of your style
Too plain and simple I am for your file
Chorus: one day you will break out of your spell
And some day you will want me for your own
And Ill say welcome to reality
All this talk
Of late-night parties
Flirting with the lower gentry
Lost in your magical wonderland
Out of depth
Out of class
Phase of your life
Will come to pass
Caught in this tragical wonderland
All of the riches that shine will turn sour
Each moment you slip you will bring near the hour
Chorus
Wrapped in your mysterious wonderland
Caught in your superficial
Nonexistant
Fairy-story
Wonderland
song performed by by Xtc
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Fairy Dust
Here
See the little queer
There's a volunteer
Dont you think he should get a haircut now
Like in the Marines
All the magazines
Got a way for everyone to shape up
You don't wanna fall behind
Choking on a cloud of fairy dust - fairy dust
Now it's only greed and lust
And pride and lust
And a few other sins
No
See the cherry lips
Hands on the hips
Anyone would your name was Oscar Wilde
Think you're pretty smart
Poetry and art
Put him testosterone and vodka
calling for the man of steel
to blow you faggots into fairy dust - fairy dust
now it's only greed and lust
and pride and lust
and a few other sins
we're
happy to be gay
showing you the way
gotta get your head your hear you toso hard
join another gym
loose your pseudonym
soon we'll all be strait but only more so
tell me who's you're gonna find
to spinkle on a little fairy dust - fairy dust
now it's only greed and lust
and pride and lust
and a few other sins
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Broken Fairy Tales
Heres a little story that I made up
So let's play make believe
In my castle on the cliff
I look out to sea
I just wanna have some fun
I just wanns have a good time
My party is nothing special
I just can't seem to realize
In my little fairy tale book
That's where my dreams wait for me
In my little own world
My prince waits for me
Broken dreams and fairy tales
One of those things I know so well
My fantasy dreams aren't real anymore
They're just Broken Fairy Tales
The wicked witch dreams in her sleep
She is making green elephants for tea
She cackles and cries
The witch is alive and she's ready for the sun
A white horse rides the waves
His mane is silver and snow
The moon which rides
Along the great tides
Is living his life to the full
In my little fairy tale book
That's where my dreams wait for me
In my little own world
My prince waits for me
Broken dreams and fairy tales
One of those things I know so well
My fantasy dreams aren't real anymore
They're just Broken Fairy Tales
Walking through my winter wonderland
The pine tree's sway, glistened with snow
As we walk along, we hear Santa say
'Welcome to the book of Broken Fairy Tales.'
Broken dreams and fairy tales
One of those things I know so well
My fantasy dreams aren't real anymore
They're just Broken Fairy Tales
As I wake from my dream I realise
That this is my broken fairy tale
poem by AnneMarie Hewlett
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Friends
Making new friends is like
Being reborn for which
True friends
Are as if you’ve become
Blood related
All in your own choosing
The friends that stay a life time
Are as close to you as a
A brother or sister
But
The friends that come and go
Are just another faze that
You’ll go through and come out of
Picking your friends is as crucial
As picking your religion
For witch both will and can
Change you life
Save your life
Or
Destroy your life forever
For they are what you
Shape the map of your entire life with
The society in witch you grow-up in shapes
The person you and your friends
Will become on day
So pick your friends wisely cause before long
You’ll be asking yourself if I’m ever in a life or death situation
Would you save my life?
Can I trust you to?
If the answer is no then you need to think about
Why you don’t trust them
What about them makes you not
Trust them
If the answer is yes then you
Have a true friend
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Mr. Big Toe Magically Transforms
Mr. Big Toe” magically gets so big
he has magical powers, he never worked out in the gym.
Mr. Big Toe now has sweet memories,
memories of the Krendoll characters so sweet.
Mr. Big Toe can’t figure out why he feels so happy inside,
he now has a colorful outfit with a bigger tie,
Mr. Big Toe is so happy he has a new magical life.
Transformed Mr.Big Toe is what the neighbors think,
they see Mr. Big Toe so happy to be alive,
Mr. Big Toe is so happy for he can’t deny,
Mr. Big Toe gets so big, tears came to his eyes.
Mr. Big Toe gets bigger and bigger; but he makes it outside
Outside to see the sunshine, he is no longer inside.
Then it rains and makes a lot of mud,
Mr. Big Toe doesn’t mind if he gets stuck.
Stuck in the mud goes Big Gigantic Toe,
then his friend Mrs.Hamburger Helper Hand—
helps him because he understands…
how excited Big Toe is to get so Big…
big like the biggest Big Toe that had magically grown,
Magical like Pinocchio’s very Long nose.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Big Toe Magically Transforms
Big Toe” magically gets so big
he has magical powers, he never worked out in the gym.
Big Toe now has sweet memories,
memories of the Krendoll characters so sweet.
Big Toe can’t figure out why he feels so happy inside,
he now has a colorful outfit with a bigger tie,
Big Toe is so happy he has a new magical life.
Transformed Big Toe is what the neighbors think,
they see Big Toe so happy to be alive,
Big Toe is so happy for he can’t deny,
Big Toe gets so big, tears come to his eyes.
Big Toe gets bigger and bigger; but he makes it outside
Outside to see the sunshine, he is no longer inside.
Then it rains and makes a lot of mud,
Big Toe doesn’t mind if he gets stuck.
Stuck in the mud goes Big Gigantic Toe,
then his friend Hamburger Helper Hand—
helps him because he understands…
how excited Big Toe is to get so Big…
big like the biggest Big Toe that had magically grown,
Magical like Pinocchio’s very Long nose.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 31,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Fairy Tale Life A.16 September 2008
When I was small, life was a fairy tale,
I read a lot, and when I did not, played
make-believe games, changing into
all kinds of beings
When the neglected garden resembled
a prairie, I became Tarzan, creeping from
tree to tree through the dry grass, stalked
by strange enemies
The front path became a fairy way circling
a fountain, I made a magic wand, then
became a twirling fairy wearing
shiny sandals in silver
I loved the fairy tale that was my life, the
magic of reading and games stronger
than problems and pains….
poem by Margaret Alice
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Gen The Witch
The witch broods
In the middle of her self-centred, self-limiting
Tangled web of lies, half-truths and self-deception;
Ventures forth only to capture and envenom the unwary, the unknowing.
Their minds ingested by the witch,
Her progeny, indulged in baubles, chocolate and late-night television
Are ever by the maternal sac
Imbibing further indoctrination and instruction.
The witch, the witch, the witch.
poem by Mill Field
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A dust cleaner marries a street sweeper
Skinny poor Princess
Who works in a Tea sorting Factory
And cleans the dust whole day,
On her way back home
She coughs and dust mites run.
One auspicious day she met
A courageous Prince
Who sweeps the street.
How the shrewd fate brings them together?
And nobody oppose as they walk on the same street.
He stops at a certain place with his broom
And she heads to the Factory.
As far as the dust & dirt would remain in this unclean World
Thank God! Their jobs are permanent it seems!
*To have a friend, be a friend.
-Old saying
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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My if world
Escaping to the if world, where everything is possible
Changing my reality and live the impossible
Waving my magic stick so every wish come true
Sprinkling the fairy dust, believing this magic will do
Smelling vanilla scent, I reach imagination land
Here with my illusion beyond what you understand
In if world where puppets come to life
Where nymphs on rivers waiting to take a dive
Through this new frame of vision where everything is bright
I see smiles all around shinning in the light
Through this rose coloured glass lens where everything shines and glows
I see boys and girls waiting thier turns in the long adventure rows
In this blue horizon where all the ground is green
That's only seperated by the quiet water streams
I wave my magic stick and sprinkle the fairy dust
To spread the white hope, , that in here is a must
I wipe away all tears from the crying faces
Healing all the broken promises that were once taken
In the if world, wearing your skin alone makes you complete
Everything in here you own, there is nothing else you need
Where all the boys are kings and all the girls are queens
Wearing purple gowns, daring the time stream
If you ever needed me just call out my name
In imagination land you will find me on a task of building a way
That will connect the fantasy world to reality where you live
Reality that can be changed with the power of the word if
poem by Manar Mostafa
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Sweet So I Can Have Peace
I feel terrible, the story I'm reading keeps me in suspense
because it does not make any sense, the unhappiness of
the characters suffering terrible passion and despair gives
me a headache, I don't believe anyone could be so upset
without falling ill; authors always give their characters too
much to bear, I cannot imagine so much intrigue in reality
without complete physical collapse
I make things charming and sweet so I can have peace yet
still take note of what others do to break the boredom of an
ideal existence, too much safety is just as bad as too much
pain, though I am fanatically opposed to suffering, the result
is that we are enriched by the wisdom it brings and the new
perspective that grows out of it makes me see the interesting
world in a different way, variety is
The spice of life - for me - in any case…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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A Beautiful Fairy And The Fairy Dust Rain
Around this time of the year
The arrival of Spring is near
The arrival of Spring is almost here
And I'll happily be one with the spirits of nature
I'll completely embrace the magic of spring
As well as the wonder of nature
And the many other worldly pleasures
Around this time of the year
I await the fairy dust rain
Surrounded by trees and flowers
And many other things that are green
I await the arrival of the fairy dust rain
And many other sights of nature just waiting to be seen
A beautiful fairy flutters down from the sky
And lands down in front of me
She's almost as tall as me
We greet each other
And our hopes are the same
As we wait for the fairy dust rain
In the meantime
The beautiful fairy shows me her gifts of magic
And shares her knowledge with me as well
After periods of time have gone by
Fairy dust begins to rain down from the sky
The fairy dust rain has finally arrived
And we share the smiles and laughter
You ask me for a dance
And I don't hesitate to pass up this chance
We dance
Surrounded by flowers
Surrounded by trees
Surrounded by the fairy dust rain
After dancing
We look into each other's eyes
And then up to the skies
As the fairy dust rain continues to fall
Our eyes then return to each other
And we share a hug
You flutter your wings a little
Shaking off some of the fairy dust that's covered them
You tell me you're staying with me
At least for the time being right now
Little by little
We're being lightly covered in the fairy dust rain
Beautiful fairy
I must say that these moments we share
They're memorable and precious
You echo your feelings and sentiments to me as well
As the fairy dust rain continues to fill the air
Side by side
We stand together
Loving what's happening
But most importantly
We enjoy the sight of the fairy dust rain
poem by Justin Gildow
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