tailing Tale
in the garden of the east
i saw the pink fairy fly
sparkling trails i saw her leave
as i've seen in picture books
fascinated by this wonder
i followed through the woods
as though guiding me in a dream
it gently slowly led me on
through the garden of the east
into woods and fields
by the brooks and the streams
i just kept on going
wondrous were those sights
of lovely flowers and heady scents
'twas a fairy tale garden indeed
an' i thought it all a fantasy
humming bees and butterflies
led me to that tree
where i saw my fairy perched
on a tiny flower
on that magic pear tree
hung two magic pears
it was not for me i knew
it could have been for you
the air was a sharp delight
the wind was crisp and light
the colors of the evening
had drawn together there
in that magic moment
as me and the fairy stared
the air went suddenly still
and the pears went out of view
it was nothing but a twinkle
like the glitter on a diamond
a beauty to behold
but never to be held
fairy tales have meaning
its always been so
still, for all my searching
i don't find none in here
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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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The Mocking Fairy
'Won't you look out of your window, Mrs. Gill?'
Quoth the Fairy, nidding, nodding in the garden;
'Can't you look out of your window, Mrs. Gill?'
Quoth the Fairy, laughing softly in the garden;
But the air was still, the cherry boughs were still,
And the ivy-tod neath the empty sill,
And never from her window looked out Mrs. Gill
On the Fairy shrilly mocking in the garden.
'What have they done with you, you poor Mrs. Gill?'
Quoth the Fairy brightly glancing in the garden;
'Where have they hidden you, you poor old Mrs. Gill?'
Quoth the Fairy dancing lightly in the garden;
But night's faint veil now wrapped the hill,
Stark 'neath the stars stood the dead-still Mill,
And out of her cold cottage never answered Mrs. Gill
The Fairy mimbling, mambling in the garden.
poem by Walter de la Mare
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Fairy Tale High
On a fairy tale high
Don't you believe that your dreams all come true
The fairy tale world inside can bring it to you
You just have to wish, and you'll take off and fly
On a fairy tale high, fairy tale high
Fairy tale high, fairy tale high
On a fairy tale high
Just look around you, the dark clouds are far
Stand on your tiptoes, and reach for a star
As stardust comes sprinkling, it will brighten your eyes
On a fairy tale high, fairy tale high
Fairy tale high, fairy tale high
Fairy tale high, fairy tale high, fairy tale high
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
song performed by by Donna Summer
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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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Sonnet 25
Under magic dark sky
A breeze of air rushed through
There I wiped my eye
And seen fairy dust in view
I Walked along the way
I heard a small giggle behind me
Much to my dismay
The smallest fairy flying free
She waved her wand at last
As I stood so amazed at she
She left out this tiny laugh
Magic! Magic! she said
I was gone with just a wink
There I awoke in my bed
It was just a dream I think
poem by Suelynn Walters
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The Flowers
All the names I know from nurse:
Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse,
Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock,
And the Lady Hollyhock.
Fairy places, fairy things,
Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,
Tiny trees for tiny dames--
These must all be fairy names!
Tiny woods below whose boughs
Shady fairies weave a house;
Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,
Where the braver fairies climb!
Fair are grown-up people's trees,
But the fairest woods are these;
Where, if I were not so tall,
I should live for good and all.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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A Hairy Fairy
In life, there are things we never expect to see
and a very large hairy fairy
with Pancho Villa moustache is one of them.
This one flew into my garden and squashed all my roses
on his bad landing on that fateful day.
Every time he waved his supposedly magic wand,
everything went bottom up.
The roses he tried to mend
had their flowers in the ground
and their roots pointing skyward in the air.
It got that bad I had to replant everyone.
I shuddered to think what other magic
he might have up his sleeve.
The big hairy fairy dressed in a short Toto
spread out his wings to say goodbye and fly away.
He never got no more than three feet off the ground
before he again came crashing down
squashing all my tulips this time.
Enough is enough you’re ruining garden.
Do you realise all the hard work I have put in.
The hairy fairy looked at me
and then started to cry.
No body loves me, even the fairies kicked me out
because I am different from them.
Being a soft heated fool I am
I invited him in for a cup of tea,
but everything he sat on broke
and now I was stuck with
a ten ton hairy fairy as a house guest.
As time went on my replacement, furniture
was costing me a packet.
Then one day I woke up and the big hairy fairy was gone,
now I kinda miss him.
However, saying that
I can start to rebuild what was my happy home again
and hope with luck that big hairy fairy does not come back again.
Then in my garden,
I heard an almighty thump
and looked out the window.
In my agony I moaned,
Oh no. He is back again.
poem by David Harris
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One-Way Fairy Tale
set in forests, castles, and kingdoms
begin with “in a faraway place…” and “once upon a time”
tell about princesses, fairies, princes and monsters
end with kisses and live happily after ever after
it’s funny how fairy tales are expected to be this way
filled with magic and wishes and enchanted days
though always start with humble and sad beginnings
they still close into happy endings
how I wish my tale will be the same
in which i just have to win over evil plans and games
then it’ll be forever with my fairy
a forever which is beyond any possibility
only prince charming can have cinderella
only shrek can possibly be with princess fiona
my story won’t end as happy as theirs
‘cause my fairy won’t be with me after an ever after
after some borrowed time, things will lose their magic
after some stolen seconds, clocks will normally click
unlike those fairy tales that never end after closing a book
mine will surely be forgotten after a talk
only you, my fairy can say it won’t end that bad
only you can stop ending my story that sad
even an author doesn’t have much power
only you can make our fairy tale a little bit longer
09.08.07
poem by Mhawi Rosero
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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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Fairy Tell
Magic exists in Fairy Tales
But truth finds the lies
That fairy’s tell
I fly to my Never Never Land
To realize that its name tells no tales
But I resent the untruths that those fairy’s tell
My Midnight came sooner than expected
And my royal façade faded away to peasantry
No glass slipper spoke up for me
And I never again heard Midnight’s Bell
Oh how I despise the lies that Fairy’s tell
poem by Rakeem Person
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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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Land of Fairy Tales
Together they wandered hand in hand
Across the beauty of the land
Until they saw the golden sand
From England's hills and vales.
And there together they would lie
unnoticed by the passer-by
Whispering love, sweet and shy
Just like in fairy tales.
And sometimes in the evening hue
They'd sail the sea of silvery blue,
In those days when love was true
On England's shores and dales.
Before their eyes, a magic sight
As North East stars lit up the night
On a coast of sheer delight
Oh 'Land of fairy tales'.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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The fairy at the bottom of my Garden
There's a fairy at the bottom of my garden
she flits in and out of my flowers
I can sit on the step here
and watch her
she stays there for hours and hours
Her wings and so golden and flimsy
Her little body a few inches in size
but her heart is her biggest attraction
and that isn't any surprise
For the fairy at the bottom of my garden
spends her day saving the bees
for they keep on taking the pollen
but dropping it each time they sneeze
I bet you didn't know that the buzzers
had allergies from pollen, sad hey?
the sound that you thought was just buzzing
are bee's that are sneezing away
Now this fairy works hard as she
gathers the droplets of sweet
pollen that fall
diving and swooping and gathering up
and rolling it into a ball
She sings an enchanting little melody
that sounds like a gentle wind chime
Oh how I would love to have a fairy
to pick up after me all the time
poem by Janice M Pickett
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Living in a Fairy Tale
Living in a fairy
tale....
Oh, how I wish my
life could be like that.
How I want a
ending like happily
ever after...
Living in a castle with
my prince...
Having a magic
mirror...
That talks to you.
Seeing ogres in the
swamp....it is not
a pretty sight.
But oh well....
Oh...how I wish
I was living in a
fairy tale.
There would be no
rules...no parents
telling you what to
do...
Doing whatever you
want...
And life would be
LOVELY!
How I wish I was
living in a fairy tale!
poem by Lisa Parks
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Dancing with the fairies
Walking through the fields
I saw a fairy dancing.
The fairy was so pretty
Dancing in the moonlight.
Translucent were the wings
Majestic was her dress.
Her hair, the wind did ruffle
A melody, her lips released.
Then the fairy took notice
Of my ever present eyes.
And so she called to me
To come and dance with her.
She starts to dance once more
Leaping through the air.
I followed her and twirled
And tried to dance like her.
Then a million fairies
Suddenly did appear.
A million tiny voices
Singing a tiny harmony.
Such a magnificent sight it was
Such a lovely dance.
Their tiny bodies flitting
And dancing in the moonlight.
I jumped and leaped and twirled
Dancing with the fairies.
I danced there in the starlight
With a million pretty fairies.
Time flew by and all too soon
The sun awoke and peaked at us.
The fairies stopped their dancing
And flew away for home.
But one fairy stayed behind
She did not go to bed.
She looked at me with sparkling eyes
The wonderful dancing fairy.
I saw her eyes did twinkle
And her hair in the wind did wave.
And then she dipped a curtsy
And on her way she flew.
That little dancing fairy.
poem by Mariya Shostak
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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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Is love a Fairy Tale?
Is love a Fairy Tale?
Is love a Fairy Tale?
I can only imagine,
We see Beauty of the Tales,
I got soul,
Morals and hate,
Love is real or a tale,
I think,
No I think that you mine to keep,
Throwing all behind felonies and riots,
In the world like Middle East,
Is love a Fairy Tale?
I love this Art thing,
I think world is from reptiles,
I blunt and front from where we came from,
Thinking that lovers are non-existence,
Only with tales that bring love,
There are spirits that we create from all man's intention,
Like the Great's said,
There is me and HUMANE,
ALL NEED LOVERS.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Fairy Tale Time
Man is extinct
Monotone of cruelty breaks
Trees rejoice
The noises die
Songs of nature
Awaken
And echo gently
It’s a fairy tale time.
Man is extinct
Water-falls are happy
Jumping and falling
In merriment
Over pure rocks
No careless plastic covers
To choke the fishes
It’s a fairy tale time.
Man is extinct
Smell of woods
Warmth of sunlight
Light up every moment
Wheels are stand-still
It’s a fairy-tale time.
Man is extinct
Stars shine
Nature sleeps
And all its riches
No soul can steal
It’s a fairy-tale time.
Man is extinct
Seasons come and go
Through peaceful times
No gun shots
No war
No helpless cries
No haunting fears
Oh! Yes.
It’s a fairy tale time.
Man is extinct
He chose to plunder, not abide
And thus his death was so befitting
Ending by his own committing
Universal suicide.
poem by Roopa Menon
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Magic Meadows (Somewhere In Fantsayland)
In soft green magic
meadows
Quiet, lush, and serene,
Pattern a beautiful carpet,
Near a peaceful water
stream.
There will be little houses,
Standing in a row,
Around the houses, planted
lots of mistletoe.
Heathers lite the passion,
Between their world and
mine,
Planting lots of fruit trees,
So our fairy friends can dine.
Roses, Pansies, and Tulips
have lovely heads,
Fairies use the Tulips, for the
baby beds.
Bees, Butterflies, and Birds,
flying everywhere,
The sweet smell of Roses,
Perfume fills the air.
If I were a fairy, in that fairy
land,
I'd live in green lush meadows,
There I'd find my fairy man.
poem by Heather Burns
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2010/08/31 Book Of Secrets
Took Nici to a hairdresser to plan a hairstyle
for the ball, then visited a novelty shop and
found a fairy dairy in pink that recreated all
my auric dreams, a three-dimensional fairy
within a string of pearls, flowers, coloured
glitter, silver ink reflecting the light
Though the key is stuck without turning, it is
the prettiest fairy picture I have ever seen, I
shall lock up all my favourite poems in it, it
shall be my book of secrets, I shall treasure
it, a reminder of that beautiful dress I saw at
the dressmaker, fuelling dreams
I must find a way to take the dairy everywhere
I go on earth, I never want to be without this
enchantment again, I adore this dairy as I have
never adored anything before; bought coloured
notebooks in the past, but nothing like this, it is
glorious to be in possession of real magic
The most wonderful, bewitching blend of the
the sublime…
poem by Margaret Alice
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