I Am Mollie
I am mollie with frizzy hair and princess eyes
I wonder who I'll love when I'm older
I hear school bells and locker doors slamming
I see my sibling growing up
I want to do well in life
I am mollie with frizzy hair and princess eyes
I pretend I am a vampire warrior princess
I feel misunderstood by everyone around me
I touch my little sister's soft hair
I worry about relationships with the people I love
I cry when I think of leaving my family
I am mollie with frizzy hair and princess eyes
I understand that I'll have to grow up sometime
I say that I will eventually, but not now
I dream of becoming a wife, and a mother
I try to be a good daughter
I hope that all dogs go to heaven
I am mollie with frizzy hair and princess eyes
poem by Mollie Myers
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The princess of faraway land
-for my sister-, A princess in a faraway land
Hello
I miss you,
I wish I could kiss you,
I miss the essence of your present
I miss the long lock of your black hair
your wild eyes
your pearly teeth
Hello
I missed you,
I wish I could say Goodnight tonight!
Oh...my sister
The princess of far far away land!
I cannot see you
I cannot hear you
But I can remember the good times,
Walking to school together,
Talking at nights,
Doing homework at the same time,
Pulling each other hair! back!
Oh...my sister
The princess of far far away land!
I miss you -
Tonight and every night...
poem by Mersedeh Arvaneh
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Adam
I was one of thirty embryos,
but I alone survive.
I am the Savior sibling
Without which my sister dies.
We started out in vitro-
Men in white coats then decided
That I would be implanted,
all the others left to die.
Mollie, my older sister,
carries a defective gene:
Excess hemoglobin
caused anemia extreme.
From my umbilicus they took stem cells
And Mollie’s blood was cleaned.
They say I am a miracle.
To most, that’s how it seems.
But what about the twenty nine
Who died that she might live?
Did they not have a human right
As good as mine to live?
Why could they not be cherished
by our mother from the start?
Instead of summoned into being
as a little girl’s spare parts.
I love my sister Mollie,
And she is awfully fond of me.
I’m not just her little brother-
I’m her insurance policy.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Adam’s Rib
I was one of thirty embryos,
but I, alone, survive.
I am the Savior sibling
Without which my sister dies.
We started out in vitro-
Men in white coats then decided
That I would be implanted,
all the others left to die.
Mollie, my older sister,
carries a defective gene:
Excess hemoglobin
caused anemia extreme.
From my umbilicus they took stem cells
And Mollie’s blood was cleaned.
They say I am a miracle.
To most, that’s how it seems.
But what about the twenty nine
Who died that she might live?
Did they not have a human right
As good as mine to live?
Why could they not be cherished
by our mother from the start?
Instead of summoned into being
as a little girl’s spare parts.
I love my sister Mollie,
And she is awfully fond of me.
I’m not just her little brother-
I’m her insurance policy.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Punk Rock Princess
Maybe when the room is empty
Maybe when the bottles full
Maybe when the door gets broke down
Love can break in
Maybe when I'm done with thinking
Maybe you can think me whole
Maybe when I'm done with endings
This can begin...
If you could be my punk rock princess
I could be your garage band king
You could tell me why you just don't fit in
And how you're gonna be something
Maybe when you hair gets darker
Maybe when your eyes get wide
Maybe when the walls are smaller
There will be more space
Maybe when I'm not so tired
Maybe you could step inside
Maybe when I look for things that I can't replace...
If you could be my punk rock princess
I could be your garage band king
You could tell me why you just don't fit in
And how you're gonna be something
If I could be your first real heartache
I woudl do it over again
If you could be my punk rock princess
I would be your heroine
I never thought you'd last
I never dreamed you would
You watch your life go past
You wonder if you should
If you could be my punk rock princess
I could be your garage band king
You could tell me why you just don't fit in
And how you're gonna be something
song performed by by Something Corporate from Leaving Through The Window
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Marilyn Monroe's Photo In Yellow-gold
How many times I did see
how you stopped your dress
from blowing up,
for many probably a cliché
but still you stay to me
a lovely lady
where you now lie on a bed
with hair done yellow-gold,
with your right arm stretched above your head
with eyes half-open,
lips begging rose-red for a kiss
you can like a princess
do bewitching things
to any normal guy
and you look like a fairy-princess, a summer child.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Pretty Lil' Princess
A pretty little princess danced before my eyes
Soon we shared these loving longing sighs
Skin so fair i feared it would shatter
If my hand were to touch it with just a soft patter
Long silky black hair bright rosy cheeks
I drempt of her each night for weeks and weeks
Skin so fair, such ebony hair
I longed to see her pose so i could sit and stare
Rosy red rosy cheeks
I hear a symphony when she speaks
Golden smile of pearly white teeth
A blossoming bloom just out of reach
My heart to hold my soul to teach
A blossoming bloom is not out of reach
At last I have held her and she did not melt
At last she knows what passion i've felt
So many days her radiant beauty shined
So many days on thoughts of her i've dined
A radiant beauty with ebony hair
I long to pose her and sit and stare
I long to kiss her skin so fair
This radiant beauty with ebony hair
Pretty little princess stands on her tiptoes
kissed my face and kissed my nose
Pretty little princess alights up off the ground
I know for a while i must have you around
poem by Beau Golden
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My First Boyfriend
My first Boyfriend
was Stanley Gardner
whomI met in kindy
all thirty long years ago.
He wore silver braces
and thick jam jar glasses
whereas I had buck teeth
That jutted out a mile
and a mop of frizzy hair
but he declared his love for me
by sharing his vegemite sandwich
and orange juice popper
in the sandpit,
in the middle of the oval
And now 30 years on I meet him again
with his wife and child
He has the straightest of teeth
and sans hair and glasses
And me with straightened hair
And perfect teeth
courtesy of my cosmetic teeth makeover!
And my orthodontist
Candy Princess
I found a Candy Princess,
Lips bubblegum pink
Eyes sour apple green
I found a Candy Princess
Her dress is made of lollipops
Butter rum and Cherry
I found a Candy Princess
Her lips are sweet
They taste like cherries
I love my lollipop Candy Princess
We dance and sing,
Sticky sweet and happy
Innocence
Edible flowers wreathes
On our heads
I found a Candy Princess
poem by Alyce Crowley
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A Princess Resembles So
He said, “You are the princess,
Princess that God might have made,
Kneading, blending the seven colours,
Incarnated a form of brilliance.
If you cast a glance at someone,
Even the stone gets a tongue,
Opens the eyes steadily,
Pledges you to provide
Whatever you desire,
Whatever you think, it will give you
By selling its whole entity:
Body and soul.
Just make a motion, a gesture,
I will sacrifice the whole lot.
I desire to win you,
By loosing the game of love,
By surrendering the whole being,
If I go back my words,
May I not live this life the next minute,
May I not inhale the second breath.”
He said, “You are the princess.”
I am engrossed how princess looks alike.
Does she resemble me?
Yes; the princess bears resemblance
Such as I am.
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Even More Domineering
I love Rudi’s protectiveness, Juliette says
I’m a disgrace to all feminists, I love his
jealousy while Juliette points out that she
is the great beauty, not I, she has the hair,
seriously beautiful hair, long legs and big
blue eyes; while I have soft hair, light-sen-
sitive eyes and short legs and a non-sexy
smile, Juliette has been crowned first
princess in a beauty pageant
She mockingly threatens to steal Rudi from
me, he’s much too handsome and I’m much
too clinging, she says, but I disagree, I asked
him could he have chosen Juliette if he had
met her first, he burst out laughing and said
not on your life, I don’t care for eyes, legs and
hair, but about what’s inside, I asked him if
he loved what’s inside me more
than the outside –
He replied, I love what’s inside AND I adore
the package in which you arrived, he kissed
my non-glamorous hair and my light-sensitive
eyes and said he liked the fire that lived inside,
he kissed my non-sexy smile and said the love
in the line of my lips drove him wild, I asked him
about my being too dependent and forcing him
to be domineering, using Juliette’s arguments;
he decided then and there
To become even more domineering instead
and marched me off to bed…
poem by Louise Tredoux
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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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A May-Day Madrigal
The sun shines fair on Tweedside, the river flowing bright,
Your heart is full of pleasure, your eyes are full of light,
Your cheeks are like the morning, your pearls are like the dew,
Or morning and her dew-drops are like your pearls and you.
Because you are a princess, a princess of the land,
You will not turn your lightsome eyes a moment where I stand,
A poor unnoticed poet, a-making of his rhymes;
But I have found a mistress, more fair a thousand times.
`Tis May, the elfish maiden, the daughter of the Spring,
Upon whose birthday morning the birds delight to sing.
They would not sing one note for you, if you should so command,
Although you are a princess, a princess of the land.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Strange Meeting Ii
Deep down in the depths of forgotten dreams
So far away so long ago it seems
The memory comes of a distant beach
Pale sand stretching far from reach
It was then I found my princess of the sand.
As I traced the foam, peebles beneath my feet
I looked behind, I saw this one so sweet
She came to me and I saw in her eyes
The heavy toll of a thousand eyes
I called her my princess of the sand.
She stared at me and my mind was in a maze
As we moved along in a summer sea-dream haze
She moved her mouth but there came no sound
The message she brought can never be found
But I called her my princess of the sand.
One moment we walked with the night breeze in our face
Then I looked, shed gone. of her presence there was no trace
Where she went or came from who can know
Or if shell ever return to help me know
Who she is, my princess of the sand.
Sometime when the summer nights come back
Ill go back to the sea, follow that sandy track
Ill look around, hope to find
That strange young dream, close behind
Ill call her my princess of the sand.
song performed by by Nick Drake
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My beautiful diamond princess
Ho my beautiful diamond princess! Ho my beautiful diamond princess! ! Ho my beautiful diamond princess! ! ! calling you three times make my head swell A princess should come from a royal family A princess should have a royal blood flowing through her vain A princess is recognized in the mist of great multitude as a royal person A princess should have wealth and influence rubbed on her by her father A princess is noticed afar as a royal personality worthy of honor in which i have given to you personally as somebody of great value in my life A title i have given to you from the dept of my heart When i look into your eyes what i see is a diamond of special value calling for attention Who else will i give my attention if not you, you are the only sugar in my tea The only honey in my life You are the reason why i am alive You are the reason for my survival You gave hope to the hopeless while others have lost hope in me, you kept my hope burning while other peoples dream were truncated along the way, you kept my dreams flying higher and higher You gave my dreams an accelerated step to victory, victory is sure, victory at last While darkness comes like a scary monster frighten me at night, you made a light in that scary path for my dreams to come true If i have a wings i will fly, If i have a wings i will fly, long long way far away over the blue sea, over the hilltop, over the mountain where i will be waiting for you Ho my beautiful diamond princess here i bow for you to show my heart felt appreciation Thank you for standing by me through tick and thin Thank you very much
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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Princess, Orphan and The Cobbler's Daughter
On the dancing floor
He sees his skinny figure
Under the dim lights
In front of a mirror
And he scared of the fast beat
Because of his broken shoes!
In the semi darkness
He tries to slip away from the hall
But the princess never release her hand?
And he thinks how a princess loves an orphan
Unless in a dream?
But he's happy at least a dance with a princess
Though it's a dream?
In the morning when he enters the cobbler's slum
To mend his shoes, he sees his beautiful daughter
O that face resembles the last night's princess!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Hey Now Princess (demo Version)
by Jack Bruce and Pete Brown
Look here Princess
I'm not just here for you
So take off in your new Rolls Royce
I've got things to do
Look here Princess
I gave you everything
But now I want it all back
So I can start some living
Look here Princess
I want to be famous and rich
So I can be empty and bitter like you
Sitting home with nothing to do
Princess look now
I've got 15 women called Sue
20 women called Jane
And I'm sad
Look here Princess
Now I'm singin' this sad song
About a man in a kennel
Who cries all day long
Look here Princess
Don't shut me out for good
But keep me in mind for later
Like I always knew you would
Look here Princess
I'm in a desert now
I don't see no way out
You've got to show me how
Look here now Princess
I've got 15 women called Sue
20 women called Jane
And I'm sad
Look here Princess
I'm not just here for you
So take off in your new Rolls Royce
I've got things to do
Look here Princess
I gave you everything
But now I want it all back
So I can start some living
Look here Princess
I want to be famous and rich
So I can be empty and bitter like you
Sitting home with nothing to do
Princess look now
I've got 15 women called Sue
20 women called Jane
And I'm sad
song performed by by Cream
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Kingdom of Make-believe
Read my book at work: “The Ordinary Princess”
by M.M. Kaye – the best combination of fairy tales
“The Ugly Duckling” and “Cinderella”- that’s
ever been – or ever will be
Six princesses were born as beautiful as the sun,
golden hair, cornflower-eyes, a rosy complexion;
a seventh princess was born and was expected to
have the same beauty – sevenfold
But an old fairy, Crustacea, invited to her christening
promptly declared the princess would be ordinary –
as she grew up, her many gifts – Wit, Health, Charm,
Courage and Cheerfulness
Were all missed in her being plain. When the King
decreed a Dragon would lay waste to the land until a
courageous Prince would slay the Dragon and thus win
the princess’ hand
She could not abide such childishness, being plain
she enjoyed life so much more than her beautiful
sisters - they had to be careful never to spoil their
lovely complexions
The Ordinary Princess had mouse-coloured hair and
freckles – when she was to be locked up in a tower
she ran away to the forest and started work as a
kitchen-maid in another kingdom
She befriended some kind of page – the King in
Disguise – and they fell in love; she was unmasked
by her old nurse - he by the Lord Chamberlain;
they decided on a royal wedding
Both hating princesses and boring princes who
never learnt to enjoy life, they ran off to the forest;
each other’s identity still a mystery; they
recognised the same noble stuff
In each other before they knew their identities, he
was make-believe angry at her deceit when she was
unmasked; she also make-believe angry at him
when he was recognised –
I’m sorry to admit; I read at work, my eyes went out
of focus, my mind all confused; I could not continue
to do what was expected – some boring routine,
because I was no longer there
Being on the Planet of Fairy Tales – a special place that
I can’t transcend, it makes me too happy and joyous
so I forsake reality and dream in the Kingdom
of Make-believe…
M.M. Kaye “The Ordinary Princess”
poem by Margaret Alice
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Little Sexy Princess
I see my sexy little princess.
Across the room so full and robustly in deep bloom.
I want her near I need her now.
The sexy way her curves are bound.
I wish to let her free from thee.
Unleashing all mad passion greedily,
To feel her there and know she's mine.
The touch of flesh is so divine.
Sexy little princess come with me.
To entice and bring this fruitful seed.
Of love and passion that overwhelms.
Your beauty is volumes,
to only dream is hell.
So my sweet sexy little princess.
I wrap you in my arms.
No other man will commit you further harm.
My goddes full, my goddes true.
Sexy little princess I bow to you.
poem by Michael McParland
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The Garden Party
Anne looked down,
from the lofty heights
of a right royal nose,
and gave him a sneer
as she stood on his toes.
With a right foul oath
she shoved him aside,
her face was all twisted
with her smouldering eyes.
She stormed from the garden
the maid cried in alarm,
as a bowl of lobster soup
burned into her arm.
Yet Anne did not notice
Anne did not care.
Of what importance was the maid
with the raven black hair?
The reporter watched in silence
amazement followed his frown,
a princess so rude
he could not understand.
He was real shocked
twas quite easy to see,
one of princess Anne's tantrums
is quite something to see.
His gape was so foolishly obvious
as Anne stormed right on by,
when all of a sudden
he let out a cry.
Yet imagination it wasn't
the stinging red mark on his cheek
the pain in his knee.
While princess Anne chuckled.
As she departed
quite merrily.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Princes Familiar
Please be philosophical
Please be tapped into your femininity
Please be able to take the wheel from me
Please be crazy and curious
Papa love your princess so that she will find loving princes familiar
Papa cry for your princess so that she will find gentle princes familiar
Please be a sexaholic
Please be unpredictably miserable
Please be self absorbed much (not the good kind)
Please be addicted to some substance
Papa listen to your princess so that she will find attentive princes familiar
Papa hear your princess so that she will find curious princes familiar
Please be the jerk of my knee Ive fit you always
You finish my sentences I think I love you
What is your name again no matter Im guessing your thoughts again correctly and I love the way
You press my buttons so much sometimes I could strangle you
Papa laugh with your princess so that she will find funny princes familiar
Papa respect your princess so that she will find respectful princes familiar
Please be strangely enigmatic
Please be just like my
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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