Never Kissed By A Princess?
What happened to the frog
who was never kissed by a princess?
Doomed to ever be a frog
living in a swamp under a slimy log?
What would have happened
to a mortal; like beautiful snow white?
If she had never been kissed
by a prince; or rescued by a heroic knight?
Did the princess really eat a fabled
rosy red; appealing poisoned apple?
Get her pure innocent finger pricked
by a spinning wheel; or fall in an evil deal?
Without the immortal power
of true loves kiss;
there can be no happy ever
after eternal bliss.
Dreams of destiny seized
the power of true love too;
are belief systems pursued
purchase price paid is up to you.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Frog Or Is It A Toad (Fun Poem 22)
The fairy tale says,
that every time you kiss
a frog or is it a toad,
it turns into a prince or a princess,
depending on which story you have heard.
I thought that I would test the theory.
First on a frog, I tried,
but nothing happened there.
Then I grabbed the biggest toad,
gave it a great big kiss as you know.
All I ended up with was a big wart
on the end of my nose.
So if you are looking for a prince or princess,
do not kiss a frog or toad,
because you might end up like me,
with a big wart on the end of your nose.
poem by David Harris
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For All Princesses
Of being a fairytale princess; every little girl has dreams
So real to them, it all really seems
By her mean stepmother, Cinderella was made to work so hard every day
Her fairy godmother helped her out in the best possible way
She met her handsome prince charming at the ball
Losing her glass slipper; on the ladies of the land; he had to call
Everyone of them tried it on their foot
She became a princess without her soot
Snow White cleaned the house for the seven dwarfs in the wood
The wicked queen tried the poison apple trick to kill her; if she could
Into a deep sleep Snow White drifted
From her side the loyal little men; never shifted
Along came her prince; with a kiss awakened her
Living happily ever after; they all were
To prick her finger on a spinning wheel, an evil fairy made
Princess Aurora for one hundred years; asleep, stayed
To break the spell; a good fairy tried
After a great length of time; her prince was by her side
He had broken through the tanglement of branches; that did surround
The castle everywhere
Then he saw sleeping beauty lying there
A princess in a long white gown
On his knee and bending down
Her lips with his; the prince did touch softly
He stepped back; awake, was she
Rejoicement went throughout the land
The prince and princess together did stand
All these fairytale princesses had so many trials to go through
Before their wishes came true
Even the princess who on a mountain of mattresses had to sleep
Her awake all night, this did keep
She proved that she was a princess with a delicate skin; absolutely
As under all the heap of foam was a little pea
My daughter Sarah is a princess to me
That's how it will always be
poem by Rose Angel H
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A Virtuous Frog Is No More.
Once upon a time in a land far away,
in the great vast wilderness I wander,
with full assurance a beautiful princess,
she was dressed in scarlet velvet fine.
Dwelling on the shores a pondering,
The skylarks on the wing were singing,
the gay warbling sounds of the brook,
happened upon a frog as she there sat.
A verdant flowing meadow near her castle,
the sunshine cascading of her yellow hair,
into the princess's lap the frog did bound,
Hi! I was once a handsome young prince.
Until an evil witch cast a spell upon me,
One kiss from you, will my youth restore,
and I will turn back into a young prince,
then oh! my sweetest, I can marry thee.
With my old mother in your castle stay,
where you can prepare all my meals,
launder my clothes, bear my children,
feel forever grateful and happy doing so.
Later That night, as the princess dined,
sumptuously on lightly sauteed frog legs,
A white wine pepper and onion cream sauce,
Finished with the best Camembert cheese.
She had a chuckle and thought to herself,
Rather have mushrooms than toadstools,
giggling loudly I don't hardly think so frog,
The witch I thee drink a wee dram or two.
poem by Anthony Fry
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Fantasy: Eyes On Dreams; Shape-Changed; Daylight; Dormant
Eyes On Her dreams
The frog, living at the bottom of the well
by the Wonderland-Lake, waiting for a princess
to come along, hoping to be recognized as a
Prince in Disguise, frog-leaped to
Shahrazad, the crocodile
demanding a kiss, she did as instructed by
the imperious frog, almost imbibing him as
guided by her reptilian heart, nearly
choking in the effort to keep from
swallowing him; she started to
blunder and bluster and obfuscate; the frog
was disappointed while Shahrazad left in a
hurry, already late to meet Okefenokee Al,
her only real pal, who could be expected
to be there for her all the time
meanwhile the frog, tired out from his efforts
at being kissed by a crocodile, slunked away in
true froggy fashion until he met the Ice Princess,
walking along with her eyes on her dreams
when the frog appeared
with his request for a kiss; she asked what would
happen should she kiss him, he replied he would
turn into a Prince, even a King; she dreamily
complied, her lips trembling and cold as
behooves an Ice Princess spawned
on a Mountain of Glass, the frog looked up in
disappointment; ordered her to kiss him again
with more fervour and enthusiasm, she tried
again, kissing the little green frog,
left by the King of the North
at the bottom of the well by the Wonderland-
Lake… What happened then, dear Scribe,
would you care to tell us
sometime?
Shape-Changed
It is wonderful to be alive
when I have shape-changed
into a mermaid in my mind
gamboling in the Gulf Stream
drifting with a merman-king
to his ancient Gaelic castle
in far-off Ireland...
and you thought
I would be
at work
today?
Took My Daylight Faculty Away*
Found the reason
for my sleepiness:
a fairy of wickedness
came to my christening
took my daylight faculty
away by giving the gift
of sleeping all day long;
though awake at night
I wax and wane with the
moon, such is my
astrogenetic plight –
until a prince will
come and kiss me
without knowing who
I might be while
I’m withered
With the waning
of the moon…
Taken from the tale “Little Daylight” by George Macdonald
Dormant through the Day
Finally, a diagnosis of what
is wrong with me - suffering
from severe diurnation, a
terrible habit of sleeping -
being dormant - through
the day; hell and damnation;
it makes life difficult when
I cannot sleep - creating
the impression I can keep
my eyes glued to a PC
screen - a brilliant actress
am I, playing the role of a
government official, but
underneath - I'm just a
sleepy dreamer...
poem by Margaret Alice
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The Princess and the Frog
A princess was out for her morning jog
When, by the pond, she met a frog.
She grabbed the poor thing by its head:
”It might turn into a prince! ” she said.
She closed her eyes and made a wish,
Then gave the frog a sloppy kiss.
The Princess counted One, Two, Three...
And opened up her eyes to see.
In a blinding flash and clouds of smoke,
The frog became a handsome bloke.
He stared at the princess in dismay
Then turned and ran the other way.
”Wait, my darling. Please! “ she cried.
The handsome prince to her replied:
”Go stick your head in the palace bogs -
”I hate a girl who kisses frogs! ”
poem by Melanie Ann Calvert
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Love Triangle: Fairy Tale
You still dream about fairy tale
When princess meets her true love
I’m willingly to give my life for you
But what I’ve got is just unrequited story
Why can’t you feel?
It will be me, me
That sacrifices my soul to make you happy
It will be me, me
That saves you from the dragon
But I’m just your knight
You are destiny to fall to a prince
Your innocence makes you clueless
It’s a dear but also my desperation
How you will never realize
What you unconsciously do to my heart
Why can’t you see?
It is me, me
That wants you to smile only for me
It is me, me
That always looks after you secretly
Though I’m your prince
It seems I couldn’t separate you from your knight
Everyone says I’m a lucky girl
Till they envy me and starts to hate
I can’t deny my own feeling
But they always force me to choose
Why can’t you find?
It will be me, me
That could see clearly behind facade
It is me, me
That has the power to make everything on the right way
Maybe I’m the princess
But who says I’m the only one that should be happily ever after
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Promise Me Reality
Prince Charming and a Princess
Beauty and the Beast
Fairy tales not promised
Broken hearts to say the least
Magical pumpkins and castles
A promise for the world
An apple that was poisoned
Eaten by a girl
A dragon that was slain
By an olgre of a man
Evil stepsisters
A Princess can hardly stand
A shiny glass slipper
That only fits one
Looking for a girl
Who’s compared to none
A father who’s a frog
An evil tooth fairy
Who only wants one thing
“For her son to be married”
Money and the fortune
Fame has a price
But does that make all
The backstabbing right?
I don’t want the castle
I don’t want the pumpkin carriage
I don’t want Prince Charming
I want the Carrat
I don’t want the stars and the world
I don’t want to live a dream
Forget all the fairy tales
Promise me reality! !
poem by Chelly Brake
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Kiss That Frog
[aah, yeah]
Jump in the water
Sweet little princess
Let me introduce his frogness
You alone can get him singing
Hes all puffed up, wanna be your king
Oh you can do it
Cmon [x6]
Lady kiss that frog
Splash, dash heard your call
Bring you back your golden ball
Hes gonna dive down in the deep end
Hes gonna be just like your best friend
So whats one little kiss
One tiny little touch
Aaah, hes wanting it so much
I swear that this is royal blood
Running through my skin
Oh can you see the state Im in
Kiss it better, kiss it better
[kiss that frog]
Get it into your royal head
Hes living with you, he sleeps in your bed
Cant you hear beyond the croaking
Dont you know that Im not joking
Aaah, you think you wont
I think you will
Dont you know that this tongue can kill
Cmon [x6]
Lady kiss that frog
Let him sit beside you
Eat right off your plate
You dont have to be afraid
Theres nothing here to hate
Ah, princess you might like it
If you lower your defence
Kiss that frog, and you will
Get your prince [x2]
[huh!]
Jump in the water, cmon baby jump in with me
Jump in the water, cmon baby get wet with me
Jump in the water, cmon baby jump in with me
Jump in the water, cmon baby get wet [get wet, get wet]
Kiss that frog, lady kiss that frog [x4]
Jump in the water, cmon baby jump in with me [x3]
Jump in the water, cmon baby get wet
[get wet, get wet] [x6]
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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I Kissed A Frog
i lost my glass slipper
well really a shoe
but a prince didnt find it
so whats a girl to do
i kissed a frog
but it hopped away
no prince for me
no not today
fairytales are simply tales
and frogs are not for kissing
but without a little romance
something would be missing
so kiss the frog
lose the shoe
okay to be a romantic fool
and if your prince turns into a frog
just leave him sitting on a log
poem by Lori Hopkins
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Love And Be Loved
The Princess was given a gift;
she would love and be loved
her whole life long, when the
evil fairy came with her curse
to the christening, saying the
Princess would be turned out
of her kingdom; she could not
take away the gift of love
Though the curse was fulfilled,
the Princess lost her kingdom,
love went with her in the form
of a Prince turned into a Hedge-
hog who loved the Princess
more than life; the Princess
grew to love the Hedgehog
also and her kiss revealed
Her love to him, turned him back
into a Prince; all the evil fairy had
done was to make sure that the
Princess had an adventurous life,
married her true love who had laid
down his life to save hers when he
became a Hedgehog to serve…
E Nesbit - The Princess and the Hedgehog -
Abelard-Schumann 1974
poem by Margaret Alice
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The frog and damsel
My sweet princess, oh how much luv u show to me, a lowly frog, my ugliness doesn't chase u, but charms u..U are not gutted by my look and colur. my croak Is like music in ur head, oh how much I want to jump with my powerful limbs and kiss ur soft lips..
You lied to me, you lovely frog, you deceived me out of your nobility and humanity to believing that you, my handsome frog knows nothing of poetry, I am impressed by ur humility, but most of all I am struck buy my new very genuine need to know you more, maybe a kiss wouldn't hurt, and then I could turn into a beautiful frog, and we can live happily ever after!
poem by Venessa Ambrose
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Bride Of Brent
Unlike Lucia from far Lammermoor,
fair Linda, hailing from chill Chamounix,
excels when she’s preparing salmon or
deep-frying spuds and spinach that aren’t gammony.
She tried to keep the frog which wooing went
outside the net she guarded as a goalie
till she became the Bride of River Brent
and played the role of Princess Rowley-Powley.
The frog, he always used to say “Heigh-ho! ”
because he knew that he could never find a
more lovely princess once she’d kissed him so
he was more charmed than Chamounix by Linda.
6/5/06
poem by Gershon Hepner
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The Regret Of The Snow Princess
i do not know if you have heard
about the story of the snow princess
who is destined to be paired to the
spring prince and come valentine's
day they are set for a date in that
castle cloud inside the love garden
it is said the snow princess has nothing
to tell coz that night the spring prince
only pinched her ears, no piercing ever
happened, and summer may not come
joyously and earlier as you expect it to be.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Phileas the Frog
Phileas the frog was awfully large -
To see the muscle in his thighs -
A sight bedazzling to your eyes!
With plenty there to feed a town -
If you would dare to take him down!
Phileas the frog could tow a barge.
One hefty bound could clear a tree -
A scary sight I'll guarantee!
And something else to make me dread:
Were he to land upon my head!
Phileas the frog was known as 'Sarge -'
Accounted by that massive chest.
No other frog would care to jest
That tidy Phileas!
So if you've sense and know your place -
And hold some value to your face,
Then don't get supercilious
With Phileas!
Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009
All rights reserved.
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A fairytale life
I am no Cinderella
And I have no knight and shining amour
Nor am I sleeping beauty,
Whose prince woke her with a kiss.
I am simply the girl,
Whose foot the glass slipper did not fit.
The Rapunzel whose hair the prince could not reach.
The mermaid who did not get kissed before sunset on that fatal third day.
My story doesn’t end with a ‘happy ever after’
I’m no princess and my life is no fairytale.
But who needs fairytales
When everything I have, is all I will ever need.
poem by Nangula Nafuka
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Enchanting Legend (For Meritxell)
I am the legendary enchanted frog.
But in fact I live a humble, quiet
undemanding and contented life
in what I consider an enchanting bog.
But very long ago a legend was spread
throughout the land about me
by many who do not really know
or care whether a mere frog is alive or dead.
In spite of the lack of any clear evidence,
that legend persists, with its emotive eloquence,
in suggesting that somewhere in some secluded bog
there is a princess looking for an enchanted frog
she knows can only be happy as a disenchanted prince.
poem by Charl Cilliers
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I'm not Cinderella
This bell ring spread a beautiful memories
About a girl who tried to catch a little dream
Unfortunely she found herself in a middle of
Life that she couldn’t spend without perseverance
She now close her heart to anybody else
Then a charming prince come to lend a hand
To a poor little girl who couldn’t feel
Love or happiness she’s hard to believe in
I’m not Cinderella or any princess else
She said
I’m not live or wait for white horse mounts
I’m not want to love or be loved
That’s not a thing like I could hand on
Everyday till past I live in the heavy rain
And I don’t need you to give me a sunshine
I’m not cry or hurt at night
Don’t stand on your own mind! ! ! !
I’m not Cinderella or any princess else
Not that time or this time
Waiting for true love?
Don’t say a mess
But yes she used to dream as one
Wear a white dress with a man who stand
Right beside her
Carrying her hand
Then they kissed
Live happy ever after
But
I’m not Cinderella or any princess else
I will love without be loved
And only lost
To a beauty dream like you just appear
And if I give you my heart you will tear it apart
But
I’m not Cinderella or any princess else
No love story will tell in my midnight tale
poem by Vivin Seprini
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Living on a Hope
Living on a hope
Looking through blind eyes
Whispers on a silent night
Which fall on deaf ears
As the shattering rain drops
Lull me to sleep
It’s not what I’ve dreamed of
But what it really is
Distant memories of what used to be
Current memories of present times
Written on the clouds above
This is beyond, so unpleasant
Maybe not all that glitters is gold
Awaiting the fair princess
The felling of her hand on my face
So pail (in color) and cold (in feeling)
Lips touch lips and breaths intertwine
Emotionally unstable is the prince
Who is now a frog
Why the pain and misery
What lures the creature into a beast
What fuels the emotion into sheer tears
Questions remain unanswered
As the night alls to a halt
Well the frog may be the prince
But what is the princess
Pray for the prince as the battle never ends
Since what you see is a prince battle hate over love
A romance which may never end
Or should have never started in the first place
Draw your courage and fight for what you believe in
And always let your heart lead the way
Through a strong but definite mind.
poem by David Cauchi
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Only In A Fairy Tale
Cinderella had her prince,
Snow White was carried off into the sunset
by her true love.
Sleeping Beauty was awakened by a kiss from her
Prince,
And Jasmen married Alden.
Robin Hood ended up with his true love Madden Marian,
And Simba shared eternity with Nala.
In the end they all ended up with their true love's,
And they all lived happily ever after.
I sometimes dream that I was Cinderella or Snow White.
I dream that someday my true love will come and sweep
Me off my feet just
like their princess swept them
Off their feet.
I dream of the man who would love me for me,
The man who would believe in me and who would love
Me until the end of eternity.
But as another tear rolls down my cheeks I release
That such a man can only live in a fairy tale and
Not in reality
poem by Crystal A. McKain
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Frog
France and China feed from your demise,
Restaurateurs are not exactly chums,
Oh how they rave about your tender thighs!
Gourmand orders - another frog succumbs…
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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