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Knowing That Fairy Tales Are Not True

in knowing that fairy tales are not true,
do we stop believing?

do we end up as hard rocks
muted stones and
slimy moss because we cannot believe
in gossamer wings anymore?

fancy has a function
and reality has a reason

too much reality kills, you must remember this
a little fairy with the wings of the dragonfly
comes on a full moonlit night
just to cheer you along

nothing more, nothing more
i believe in fairies,
part of the magical moment
in the life
of the tired man,
whose bones crack
whose face is twisted.

someone says,
and i hope i shall remember this always
when one stops believing,
another fairy in fantasy land is dying

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fairy Wings

There's a fairy sitting by the pool making fairy wings. from gossamer
and spider webs and silk worm's silk and things.
In summer-time they have a ball; the elves and gnomes come one and all.
The music's played in trumpet flowers; the ball goes on for hours and hours. As dawn begins to break and people start to rise,
the fairies clear their tables for they are very wise.
They know NOT to leave things around to show folk where they dwell.
For maybe curious folk will want to live with them as well.
But fairy-land is fairy-land and humans can't intrude.
For THEY are known to be polite and some of US are rude.
Don't go in search of fairies. Don't cause these ones to grieve.
Let's not disturb their habitat. Be humble and believe.
We've all seen sparkling cobwebs and flowers of every hue
The sweet, sweet honey nettle and buttercups filled with dew.
Remember there are fairies running all around, but sure enough not
one of them ever has been found.
Let your imagination, the wonder of make-believe, take you to a wonderland grown-ups have had to leave.
So if you should see cobwebs, sparkling dew and fairy rings
Remember that somewhere close by they're making fairy wings.

Rita Alyson Petts

poem by Rita Alyson Petts
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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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Where Do The Fairies Go?

I was eating a fairy cake the other morn, when I thought I wonder if it's true that for every baby born, a fairy god mother is sworn.

Well now I have grown up, can I still speak to the fairies or am I just away with?

I seem to think I know they are there, but where have they gone?

I don't remember ever seeing one, what do they look like, are they pixies, elves or just plain sprite?

I have heard is possible to see, but that is only by those who believe, or is it just for those inclined spiritually?

Well my fairy cake tasted just nice. Maybe the cake is blessed by fairies, hence their name, or maybe fairies are just another bed-time story again?

poem by Steven Robinson
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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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The Angel of Fairy Tales

Wake up.
In a world where you are free.
A world where you can be anything you want to be.

I'm the angel that will protect you from your nightmares.
I'm the angel that will always love you and care.
I'm the angel of Fairy Tales.

Let my wings be your wings,
Let my soul be your soul,
Let my happiness be your happiness.

In a world where you can be anything you want to be.
I'll spread my wings and protect you from your fears.
In this land of Fairy Tales, in the world we are in.

Because, I am the angel of Fairy Tales.

poem by Elle Lazarus
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I Believe In Fairies

THERE ARE FAIRIES AMONG US
LIGHT ON THEIR FEET, DANCING AROUND,
WITH LITTLE FLUTTERING GREEN WINGS
THEY LIFT UP OFF THE GROUND.

THEY TOUCH OUR SHOULDERS
AS THEY SPIN AND SWIRL ABOUT,
WEARING LITTLE GOLDEN SLIPPERS
THEY CIRCLE US I HAVE NO DOUBT.

I HAVE FELT THEIR DELICATE TOUCH
AS THEY WHISPERED SOFTLY IN MY EAR,
DON'T EVER STOP BELIEVING IN FAIRIES
I KNOW THEY ARE OFTEN QUITE NEAR.

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A LIGHT MOVEMENT
HEARD A BREEZE STIR MAKING A SOFT SIGH,
I KNOW IT IS A LITTLE PRANCING FAIRY
AS SHE IS PASSING VERY CLOSE BY.

I BELIEVE IN THE MAGIC FAIRIES
FLOWERS PEDALS THEY SLEEP IN,
THEY TOUCH OUR LIVES DAILY
THEY VISIT ME AGAIN AND AGAIN.

THEY VISIT LITTLE CHILDREN WHILE THEY SLEEP
ALL THEY HAVE TO DO IS BELIEVE,
TO NOT HAVE A LITTLE FAIRY NEAR ME
I WOULD TRULY BE SAD AND GRIEVE.

ON A STROLL THROUGH THE GARDEN
WHILE THE DEW JEWELS ARE STILL THERE,
WATCH FOR THE LITTLE FAIRIES IN THEIR TINY CROWNS
TO NOT FRIGHTEN THEM - YOU MUST TAKE CARE.

poem by Aashka Thakkar
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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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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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A Song Of Faries

Flitter flutter here and there
Flying high up in the air
Fairy dust is just so fragile
And the fairies flying are all so agile
And sparkles in the sun
Oh looking for fairies is so much fun
Under some rocks or under a pot
Flying around a twisted vine knot
Under the tree is where the fun begins
all of our faces bearing grins
That’s me and my fairy friends

They lead me to the river they lead me to its spring
The lead to their castle to see the fairy king
Its pearly white with lots of land
Wow this place is very grand
I hop inside to take a peek
Me and the fairies play hide and seek

That night I share a bedroom with a little girl called sky
I like her lots ‘cause she’s my friend even if she’s shy
The sun shines through my window bright as bright can be
I hop out of bed with a big sigh of glee
Because today’s the day when I go home
To where I live back in Italy, Rome

I wave goodbye to my fairy friends
And tie together all loose ends
So goodbye fairies I’ll visit you soon
In the dead of night under the misty moon

Chloe White, age 13

poem by Chloe White
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This is what happens when I get bored..

Once, there lived two twin fairies. Even though they were sisters, they had been best friends. One day they were walking home, and they saw the hottest pixie they had ever seen. They immediately both wanted him. They started arguing over him. So loud, in fact, that the pixie asked,
“Ladies! Why are you arguing so loud? ”
They both looked at him and the blonde fairy answered with a question,
“Which one of us will you have as your girlfriend? ” The redhead fairy butted in and said,
“Yes, do tell my ignorant sister that you will have me.” The blonde fairy became enraged and slapped her sister in the face. The redheaded fairy, in response, slapped her back. Before long, they were on the ground, wrestling. The pixie had to shout in order to get them to stop.
“GIRLS! GIRLS! Let’s be mature about this.” He paused. “All fighting should be done in the ring.” Suddenly, a wise dragonfly buzzed up.
“What’s all this nonsense? ” he asked in a scraggly voice.
“I want him! ” both fairies shouted simultaneously. The pixie added with a smirk,
“Look, old uh fly; we don’t need your help. They are fighting, I am watching, and you need to go away.” The pixie fluttered his hand at the dragonfly, signaling for him to leave.
The dragonfly pondered the situation for a moment, and then he whistled. The ground started to shake and a low growl was heard. Almost as soon as it was felt, it was gone and a huge and very mean looking wolf stood before them. The dragonfly weakly pointed to the pixie. The pixie screamed in a very high-pitched tone and started running. The wolf, hungrily, chased after him. The fairies stood before the dragonfly, frozen with shock.
“Listen, young fairies, ” the dragonfly started, scratching his head, “You both have been best friends and sisters since the day you were born, yes? ” The fairies nodded.
“Well, no matter how hot a pixie is, you should never let him come between what you guys share. Don’t let anything ever ruin your friendship. It’s far more worth it to have a best friend for life than a hot pixie for a week. Okay? ” Without giving them a chance to answer, he buzzed away.
After moments of silence, the blonde fairy spoke first.
“I’m sorry.”
“Me too, ” the redheaded fairy responded.
“Let’s never fight again, promise? ” the blonde fairy asked. They both nodded and hugged for closure. They continued walking on, and lived happily ever after, as the best of friends.

[I was knocked up on so much Benadryl that night]

poem by Barbara Danielle Smith
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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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All I know is that I've ruled out wearing fairy wings. When I was nine I wanted to get married in fairy wings, and now I realize that's not cool anymore.

quote by Isla Fisher
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FairyTales

I once believed
in fairy tales.
That love was true
and never failed.
But wisdom comes
with such a price.
Love was stolen
by a treacherous sprite.
I wish I could still believe
in fairy tales.
About Little Boy Blue
and all the tales
But at some time
before you die...
Reality sets in
and you wonder why...

You ever believed...

poem by Bridgid Patrick
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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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SuIcIdE...2

Open your angel eyes wide
don’t get lost in the lavender sky
shake all the stars from your hair
taste your sweet, salty, bitter skin
cut the poison from your tongue
don’t sleep beneath the candy acid sun
please don’t follow the fairy dust

Don’t sleep to heavy in your cherry blossom bed
peel the razor peddles from your skin
don’t get lost in the fairy dust
don’t look at the fairy
don’t look at the fairy
that fairies not pretty
she's ugly, evil and deadly
are you still dying
are you still dying

Peddle red peddle blue, kill the fairy end the doom
peddle red peddle blue, the girl power will save you
peddle red peddle blue, if your crazy then so am I
are you still dying in the fairy dust
are you still dying
are you still dying
kill the fairy

poem by lil'emo'kid BwOkEnHeArT
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My Sanity Wrote a Suicide Note

Apart from the world I once knew
My mind is floating feeling blue
Looking for a reason to continue
Waiting for fairy tales to come true

But we all know fairy tales are not real
And reasons are void; we can't feel
So I guess it's time to break life's seal
I am now eating my very last meal

Does the past matters? I think not
Lets face reality; bloods do clot
Now lets get back to the present; these wires are hot
Ready to strangle my neck in a knot

Now that my sanity wrote a suicide note
Come and watch me slit my throat

poem by Samantha Tan de Guzman
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Banished Fairy

Banished Fairy
I have given
the loyal
Servants their
day off
Because I want
to think softly
about you baby
My mother is worried
About the state
of my mental health
And I can't help
Myself because
I have my sights
Firmly fixed on you
You yummy orphan of
The clouds
You alone son of Heaven
You rule my mind
Banished Fairy
I am all alone
by myself tonight
Raise your great wings
And fly to me fairy
Banished Fairy dear
I have time with
Which together we can
Rise again and send your
banishment into
Permanent banishment
That's how much I dare
The surmountable
Challenges facing you
Because I love you Fairy
Banished Fairy
I am waiting for you
To raise your wings and
come and sweep me off
My feet and carry me
Away on the wings of
Your beautiful dreams
To the moon of
Your wonderful dreamland
that lies so far away
In the far flung dream
horizons of your love
strewn holy Fairyland
of my dream fairy

poem by Ngaka Motaung
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A World Of Pretend

A moon lit night
Stars as far as the eye could see
Sweet evening coolness
Gentle thoughts of thee

Love from a distance
A pure heart and a tender soul

You were real, love was make believe

A hope to guide along the rocky path, I was to face
You were the place that I could hide and forget all cares
Laughter and delight sang in your voice
Happiness and joy were born in my soul

A world of pretend
Making believe it could be

My fairy tale love from across the sea

Knowing you helped me to believe
If just for a season
You became the reason
I could dream again

Time a distance brought reality

Then one night against a crescent moon
I tied a crimson red ribbon to my dreams

So high above did they fly
Floating to the heavens and beyond
Up, up and away
To the land were fairy tales never end

poem by Patricia Gale
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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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Today Was A Fairy Tale

standing outside the door
wondering to get something more
what could i get..?
the gift of the day when we first met.
how could i forget the secrets we shared
and how you cared
and then i remember the one last word you said
today was a fairy tale

wanting you to come
makes me much more numb..!
i had died everyday waiting for you
you shouldn't be afraid i had loved you
maybe my wish didn't come true
maybe my god was scared too
and then i remember the one last word you said
today was a fairy tale

i know i am going to be lonely again
life is playing one more prank
could not repair this one
was hard to make my way through this
cause' all i remember was your last word
today was a fairy tale..!

poem by Priyanka Gyanchandani
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