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Thou Innocence Anointed And Jordan Bathed

Too sharp a thorn of midnight hours
Come and spill over the brinks of time
Too pale a shade in dark scented bowers
Come and spill over though edges are sharp
Of glass made voices in glass made towers
A broken step haunted in a broken harp
Like Cinderella’s shoes smashed on a stair
Like Cinderella’s rush punctual despair

Now sing and tear the tune into naught
Carriages afar horses hoofed in mud
Now play and reach the Moon to be sought
Dig a grave high up in deflowered buds

Thou innocence anointed and Jordan bathed
Come and spill over souls in glass engraved

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Cinderella

Written by j. kimball and d. vidal, 1984
Found on perspective.
I was out last night having a ball
And comin home, I wasnt thinkin nothin at all
And there on the sidewalk what did I see
A little glass slipper starin back at me
Cinderella (cinderella)
Well Im not superstitious but Im smarter than I seem
And I knew it was love, if you know what I mean
When I saw that slipper it occurred to me
The shoe fit her and she fit me
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
When I find her it will be
A fairy tale for her and me
I will never let her go
Cinderella
Now the other girls hold no fascination for me
I just think of her wherever she may be
I will search my whole life through
cause no one else will ever do
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
When I find her it will be
A fairy tale for her and me
I will never let her go
She will give my heart a home
Until that day Ill be alone
With just a slipper and a dream
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
Oo (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)

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Cinderella's Shoes

The ugly sister, Alice,
glared at the mirror with reflected malice;
gave a grin
and blew a bubble;
stroked the stubble
on her chin
and simpered, in unbridled bliss,
'What a charmer I iss! '
adding, with a grimace,
'Who's the prettier, glass face? '

'Cinderella!
Cinderella. Cinderella. Cinderella.
Cinderella. Cinderella.'
The mirror twinkled a little wintry.
'Cinderella. Cinderella....'

The tiny fragments of splintery
glass were swept up by footman Fred.
'What a wolatile woman! ' Fred said.
'A weally, wolatile woman! '

An officer guarded the small glass slipper,
passport to a prince and palace.
(But not for Alice.)

She queezed and pressed and sqealed and swore
and gave a most almighty roar.

More fragments of splintering glass
were swept up by footman Fred.
'What a woracious woman! ' Fred said.
'A most woracious woman! '

Cinderella slipped easily into the other shoe,
was whisked off in a guilded carriage
to a brave new world where her goodness drew
her, to liveried servants and a royal marriage!

And Alice?
She stumbled her bloody way
to a fate far worse than death.
To a tiny cell with walls of mirrors.
Unbreakable, bullet proof, everlasting glass!

(From Blondin & Other Poems)

poem by Brian Taylor
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Tumbler Of Glass

Take it my daughter
this tumbler of glass
fill it with the flame from the hearth
close to your being
in a tight clasp
Keep my daughter
this tumbler of glass

Even if its glow, tenderly
seeps out
let no one ever know what it was
the glass must'nt crack
your gait mustn't flag
filled to the brim
don't let it overflow
don't let your thirst
spill across

Take it my daughter
this tumbler of glass

poem by Harbhajan Singh
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Glass War

Glass war, glass war, glass war, glass war, it's a glass war
Glass war, glass war, it's a glass war
Glass war, glass war
It's a glass war
Cause you can see right through the poisen
It's a glass war
Cause we all know the activeties
It's a glass war
Cause it's made of smoke and mirrors
It's a glass war
It's a glass war
It's a glass war
Cause only poor men are dyin in the
Gas war
Cause we know why it was started
It's an ass war
Cause the president's an asshole
It's an ass war
It's a glass war
It's a gas war
Cause the starters are all victims of the
Glass war
The slogan men were starters of the
Last war
Now the southern men are starters of the
Glass war
It's a Glass War
It's a Glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
It's a glass war
It's a glass war

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One Princess to Another

Sleeping Beauty stroked
Her blonde hair
And sighed and
Longed for the woods

Snow White stared
At her reflection
And watched as
Her face aged and her life faded

Cinderella pulled at
Her long dress
And looked at
The glass shoes of enslavement

And then Cinderella
Found Sleeping Beauty
And asked:
“Did we ever have a choice? ”

Sleeping Beauty went
To Snow White
And told her:
“I hate my life.”

Then they went
Home to the princes
Who owned them
Because they were the first to kiss them

Cinderella broke her glass slippers
And ran away from the prince
With a nice teacher from the village
Leaving behind a note and glass slippers

Sleeping Beauty
Bore her prince a son
Before she turned to the woods
And never came out again

Snow White took
A poison apple from the
Wicked Witch’s dungeon and bit down into it
And died this time

poem by Elizabeth Rebel
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Picture Hieroglyphs: Sacred Love Story

carpe diem
seize the day
or desert die

sarcophagus
display
in mausoleum

Cinderella
in glass case
life story

written in paint
picture hieroglyphs
life story coffin

alphabetic
logographic
elements

hierós sacred
glýphō Ι carve engrave
tà hieroglyphikà grámmata
the sacred engraved letters

regretting
the time
you lost

three strokes
the beautiful young people
the young military recruits

adrenaline rush
raced into battle
horses historic

chariot dust swirls
veils muscled beauty
spears swords ready

fallen youth fell
desert sands cloak
while Cinderella waits

time stepped aside
monumental awe we
admire your beauty

atoms sand glass fallen
nuclear fusion fission
nuked age picked over

poem by Terence George Craddock
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About a poem

You filled the glasses
Words into glasses glass made drops
Golden pots for a thunder-like
‘Drink’ of big silences

You filled the glasses
On the tables across the earth
Meanings laid walking on debris

You filled the glasses
Like hours into a sandclock
The sand upon which
You write up the names
Glass made drops
You write up the scars of a sip
Drunk you plough and keep ploughing
Over the dreams you spill

©Miroslava Odalovic

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Glass Slippered Shoes

I know thats not going to happen.
I know it wont be okay.
But Im running out of words.
And things to say.

My hearts just not in it.
And Im so full of guilt.
I want to be a friend.
Break the wall Ive built.

Theres a line I must cross.
And a path I need to take.
But I dont have a map.
Its all up to fate.

But I know you need me.
You need me as a friend.
Im just waiting for,
this fairytale to end.

Your cinderella with your,
glass slipered shoes.
You danced with Prince Charming.
And he searched the world for you.

I was the servant.
Cleaning up the ball.
I wore peasent clothes.
Was trapped inside the halls.

But midnights struck away.
And now your just like me.
Cleaning up messes.
Just like it use to be.

But in real life.
Im still waiting for new day.
Midnight hasnt come.
You havent faded away.

Because Im not Cinderella.
I dont deserve a friend like you.
I didnt dance with a Prince.
Or wear glass slippered shoes.

poem by Silence Dogood
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Casting The Dice

off you go,
a new decision,
a promise of more reservations
still, the water
inside the glass
of the deflowered table,
down
under the four feet
lies the sadness of the floors
waters spill
no one wipes for changes
all are seated well
tasting the delicacies of the present
facing the faces
gladly devising lies
for survival

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Glass Of Water Please

and so the story wants to end itself with a
glass of water.

those who cry after always need
a glass of water.

those whose hearts are broken
those who sob
those who close the window of the niche
those who have nightmares
those who wake up at 3 o'clock in the morning
those who sit on bed and cannot sleep back
always go to the kitchen
open the refrigerator
get a glass and splash
a cold glass of water

this time, i am asking for a glass of water
for i could be
all of the above or you could be one of those
i have described

but who knows we are not one of those
who knows
we are but just anyone who is normally thirsty
and with nothing to ask
simply ask
for a glass of cold water.

and cheerfully, we do not forget to say
please....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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from C.A.

bloomingbirds fall from this tree
where flower seasons pass
sweetlip & petalwing now
slain upon the grass
frost & glass
frost & broken glass
barefoot on the splinters of your heart
of frost & glass
loveblind & rippingyarns
a-slither on the vine
Snowking, with your thorny eyes
my happiness conspires
frost & glass
frost & broken glass
barefoot on the splinters of your heart
of frost & glass

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Heart of Glass

What would it take,
To make you believe?
My life's an open book.
My glass heart on my sleeve.

But it keeps getting broken,
And I keep getting hurt.
Your knife cuts very deep,
And you treat me like dirt.

My heart it has changed.
A new me was born.
He has given me strength,
And sewn what was torn.

My heart made of glass,
Now shattered and broke.
But again He does fix it,
And He gives me His yoke.

Then he carries my burden,
And takes my glass heart.
Gives it back to me mended.
So again I must start.

I'm here with my heart,
To give her once more.
And the heart made of glass,
She smashed on the floor.

And then He returns.
He gathered the shards.
I can't do it again.
The pain is too hard.

But he puts it together.
He makes me return.
I ask, “How many times more? ”
“Til her love you have earned.”

So back I do go,
Humble and meek.
To fight for my love.
My heart is so weak.

Here it is my love.
Please take my glass heart.
It is yours for the breaking.
You can break it apart.
She took it from me,
And held it so tight.
And she gave me a smile,
That shone very bright.

She gave me a kiss.
Then her heart I did get.
I had earned back her love.
I had paid back my debt

My heart made of glass,
Found the heart made of gold.
I am glad that I listened.
And did just what He told.

I am glad that He told me,
To fight for my friend.
Because Love conquers all,
And never will end.

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Modern Cinderella

I'm a modern Cinderella.
I wish I was more like Twighlight's Bella.
But i'm locked away.
It's like that everyday.

I'm the modern Cinderella.
I wish I was the Enchanted Ella.
My family wants to get rid of me.
This no one really sees.

I'm the Modern Cinderella.
Never mind Bella.
I'm meeting you for the very first time.
This the day I challenge my self to sing 'The Climb.'

I'm the modern Cinderella
Never mind Ella.
We feel in love at first sight.
Now the clock strikes midnight.

I'm the modern Cinderella.
Never the orginal.
Never mind Bella.
Never mind Ella.
I don't run in flight.
I'm prepared to fight.

I'm the modern Cinderella.
See me as I am.
See the real me.
Not the person I pretened to be.

I'm the modern Cinderella.
Nothing like the original.
Not like Bella.
Not like Ella.
Now i've found my modern Prince.

I am me.
I'm the Modern Cinderella....

poem by Desiree Bradford
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The Glass On The Bar

Three bushmen one morning rode up to an inn,
And one of them called for the drinks with a grin;
They'd only returned from a trip to the North,
And, eager to greet them, the landlord came forth.
He absently poured out a glass of Three Star.
And set down that drink with the rest on the bar.

`There, that is for Harry,' he said, `and it's queer,
'Tis the very same glass that he drank from last year;
His name's on the glass, you can read it like print,
He scratched it himself with an old piece of flint;
I remember his drink -- it was always Three Star' --
And the landlord looked out through the door of the bar.

He looked at the horses, and counted but three:
`You were always together -- where's Harry?' cried he.
Oh, sadly they looked at the glass as they said,
`You may put it away, for our old mate is dead;'
But one, gazing out o'er the ridges afar,
Said, `We owe him a shout -- leave the glass on the bar.'

They thought of the far-away grave on the plain,
They thought of the comrade who came not again,
They lifted their glasses, and sadly they said:
`We drink to the name of the mate who is dead.'
And the sunlight streamed in, and a light like a star
Seemed to glow in the depth of the glass on the bar.

And still in that shanty a tumbler is seen,
It stands by the clock, ever polished and clean;
And often the strangers will read as they pass
The name of a bushman engraved on the glass;
And though on the shelf but a dozen there are,
That glass never stands with the rest on the bar.

poem by Henry Lawson
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Broken Glass

Life is like glass in so many ways.
Keep it shiny and unbroken all through the days.
Glass can be new.
Glass can be old.
It doesn't matter whats told.
Every piece of glass can shine like gold.
Sometimes glass is shiny.
Some can be plain.
It's all-unique show your true style.
You have nothing to lose and all to gain.
Enjoy the sparkle of the glass because once its broken you can never piece it back.

poem by Francesca Marie
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Wasting The Hours

got some hours on my hand
and i spill them all like water dripping
i am not wet
i get so hot beside you despite the spill
despite the wasted hours
i don't regret
spending time with you in a place
as far
like mirage
like an illusion of time and space
denying us
what truth lies in the metaphors of light
and shadows
veils and drapes and grassy paths

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Glass Rose

a glass rose
with broken edges,
sits alone on the table

in an empty room...
sunlight stolen
from crusted shades,

glints on the petals;
the raw edges shimmer,
almost to touch!

gathering dust,
frozen by time....
a glass rose....

almost to touch!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Broken between you and me

a Photo frame’s glass
has broken
between you and me
and lies in pieces
like it should be.

The photograph of when
we were happy,
has also know better days
and comes from a time
that shouldn’t have been.

Just like you that glass
cuts me,
when I try and put it together
and it will have to stay broken.

Things are forever broken
between you and me
and I still thank God,
that you went away to another.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Myth and reality

How everyone in the universe painted dragon:
India
China
Germany?
There was this dragon.
This is not a myth.

How the lovers dream about
Kings and Queens,
The Palace,
The glass slipper
About Cinderella?
This is the reality.

I live in Jerusalem and the dream and
The legend is reality
I am wearing a sandal on Cinderella, at
Street alley
I watch My kingdom
That your image
Engraved.

from Crops of Madness

poem by Shoshana Vegh
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If You Say An Evil Word

The sky will open a broken horizon
Spill the rain of wounded thoughts
The water will drawn itself
Flooded by unhappiness

If you think an evil thought
Everything in the universe will spill
The sand clocks of unhappy hours
The deserts will pile up the deserts
Into the graves burring themselves
Covered by wretchedness

So if you hear an evil thought
And can’t stand its pain
And can’t purify it in your heart
Just don’t say anything

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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