Talking China Doll Dreams of Merry Go Round, Playground & Fairy Stage
Fair fairy tales would be perfect for putting child to bed,
inciting images of speedy spinner merry-go-round or swings instesad,
for once ignoring the bare wood or carpet
which level inner sides of the house to let.
Listen to talking over obscure passage abiss
that drops as the gentle rain from heaven's bliss
of the midwinter's nightmarish dream,
that most fairies piece together in writing a reem.
Legendary voices appear as light, flexible and round ales
who are drunk upon observing intoxicating illustrations to fairy tales.
For the poet, without talking about it.
is being there were gone except for royal wit.
However under fairy tales of old bloat
the wizard encounters the talking scape goat.
Metamorphosis of stork to love is unlike modern fairy tale
of wolves abd talking animals where imginative realms fail.
With merry nonchalance man and beast encounter each other
in obnoxious gossiping all over this book in smother.
On the stage will be seen the actual play operated
just as it is operational all seem to have done liberated.
On her frock the doll wore a yellow ribbon and made dismayed more.
Dolls face reality in this versional reversion score.
Glittering fountains in forgotten fairy tale draw what you
regards as gentlemen, friends and brought back talk out of the blue.
Dreams appeal naturally of course, to you
that without looking round wants to compare old with new,
Or not yet created, in talking to himself or with audience,
asking what was the man other than personified benevolence.
Protagonist in play gets a porcelain doll
which the protagonist covets less than a troll;
having always a merry day, when asunder in party,
parting in fine clothes and gay laughter hearty.
When up in the morning, recalled his dream and before
in prefernce of dreams of future wind and more,
yet not indicating despair to merry friend
talking about later reading tale to end.
Unveiled doll gazes at crescent moon, sun and star
past the merry-go-round, carousel and picturesque postcards from afar.
The of and to is to with of that what is to he
for merciful merriment's enjoy and benefit for all to see.
A gathering of merry folks liked to have a frolicking time by
frivolous day where giant heard fairy conversing with dwarfs
talking loudly in the region under the meadows and wharfs
about that what was and why for it with as muct patience as time passing by.
This had not been, but from ore have they cheered which one you choose,
were all she there would they refuse him who has when who will lose.
Merry as it was the fairy had to go, given large purse by gentleman
the fairy instantly disapperaed after up the rainbow she ran.
The pot of gold aspie round was aspied by her eye.
And looking round was seen a full shine aspie
that the fairy had quite disappeared,
into an English fairy-tale about spots on the sun and other tales unheard.
If ever you are in fantasy go to the fairy stage,
mixing in the crowd, fascinated by show glittered by bygone age.
Noticed a talking doll which crawls and as if by magicstarts a show
with dancing fairies staging a performance and then taking a bow.
The gurgle of the water round the drift just below
the merry-go-round of youth brightly painted in round row.
Fairy tales for little people are fairy tales of all nations
as the talking China doll wisely verily related fairy dances and conversations.
A birthday party turns out to be fortune teller's magical doll dress,
a doll comes to life goes from playground in round redress,
sliding down hill all the sumersaults you can jump to
as diddimilar as dog who had kittens in the garden fairied to.
The dollhouse playing was very contrary
to village of round and square houses complimentary
in a dream world going on with this terrific imagery,
occasionally giving way to nightmares would go great with treachery.
Underwater theme authorised inception of history dolls in glass elevators,
the queen of serenity dolls, intimidated by alligators.
Afterwards this display somewhere out of this world sublime
ignores cacaphony and mysteries of mind, space and time.
The doll's house is twinkly with candles and fairy light,
there is a baby doll moving and switchin on an entertaining show,
that has something not unlike choreographed stage of fairies as you know
dancing to queer fashioned doll, with a china head of porcelain delight.
That displayed brilliance acquiring many a fan
with faces round and ruddy under summer tan.
Doll representing curiosity perhaps refers a still older period
perceived as talking to muffler enlightened by seeming broadcast livid.
Looking round was this doll moving to point out fairytale of age
not paying attention to spots enthralled by presenting fairy stage
The enchanted castle hosted a glittering ball
not asking to draw swords by merry men at all.
Hark forward talking doll in the utmost silence
more fair than white ravens and more timid than violence
showing the ended fable able to be convinced that the earth is round
as doll becomes alter ego, while singing and dancing magically abound.
poem by Hercolena Oliver
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Merry-Go-Round
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round,
Up in the sky.
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round,
Soars me high!
Breeze rustles,
cloud's castles,
Roam round and round!
I shriek in false fear,
Seeing the thing near,
which I never have found.
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round,
Brings the fun to me,
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round,
Fills mind with glee!
Moving round, round,
Touching the ground,
Almost kisses the sky.
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round,
Takes me up in the high!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Me, Love, Them
LIKE a street drug, his poison
took, and took well, like a dull
knife, it cuts the skin, then
finds the blood, then soul.
OH fairy tales, take this child
in your hands,
OH fairy tales, let the white
horse come, and take this child
to a place called, me, love,
and them.
LIKE a street whore, this
man sells his body to the
dogs, the rich take what they
want, and the poor kick,
and kick, untill he finds his
way back home.
OH fairy tales, take this
child in your hands,
oh fairy tales, let the
white horse come, and take this
child to a place called,
me, love, and them.
poem by David Gerardino
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For A Friend
LIKE a street drug, his poison
took, and took well, like a dull
knife, it cuts the skin, then
finds the blood, then soul.
OH fairy tales, take this child
in your hands,
OH fairy tales, let the white
horse come, and take this child
to a place called, me, love,
and them.
LIKE a street whore, this
man sells his body to the
dogs, the rich take what they
want, and the poor kick,
and kick, untill he finds his
way back home.
OH fairy tales, take this
child in your hands,
oh fairy tales, let the
white horse come, and take this
child to a place called,
me, love, and them.
poem by David Gerardino
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Once Upon A Time, The End
Fairy tales of
Vines and romance,
Written and spoken
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
On and on, like a
Merry go round
Tragic ending,
Happy ending,
It's all colorful
But some tales,
Are just not meant
to start at all
poem by Invalid Files
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A Fairy tale love story
Every girls is looking for a perfect guy
A Prince Charming look a like
Or a protective Knight In Shining Armor
A romantic candlelit dinner
A romantic dance with him
Listening to his sweet songs
that make your heart jump
Every girls want to experience it
The undying love
The Romeo and Juliet
'you and me against the world' story
But do you think all of these exist?
A perfect love story
A perfect guy
A perfect LOVE that will last
Do you really believe that fairy tales do exist?
I don't believe that fairy tales do exist
But I believe that every girls will have
A FAIRY TALE LOVE STORY.
poem by Hime Hoshi
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Fairytales and Perfect Everythings
I believe in fairy tales and perfect everythings.
My angels fly to rescue me,
I feel safe upon their wings.
The creatures of sand and sea all sing,
To welcome me into their waves,
And here in my place of dreams and games,
I can never be harmed,
By the outside world where pain belongs,
To everyone but me.
I am safe in my fairy tales and perfect everythings.
poem by Dylan Attard
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I have very happy memories of fairy tales. My mother used to take me to the library in Toronto to check out the fairy tales. And she was an actress, so she used to act out for me the different characters in all these fairy tales.
quote by Mike Myers
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(Freedom poems) Fairy child
Fairy child
You child of a god
Fairy child
You have given
up your freedom
Fairy
Fairy child
And now you roam
our world free
Fairy child
because
you know no borders
and your education
Ain't enough fairy child
So you cross borders
to disrespect international
Treaties
You're wanted by INTERPOL
(Can you spell that out loud?)
and the host of
The international agencies
you fairy child
You will know forwards
Fairy child
That the world serves
the interests of one
Super state
When the sanctions
begin to bite fairy child
You will cry like your
Fairy mama fairy
Because here there's
the scarcity
of the sanctions busters
Fairy child
You better go away fairy child
And find yourself
A love mate in Tokyo
Fairy child
'Cause in Tel Aviv
They hunt down the black
infiltrators
Yes they do fairy child
'cause they fear the black brothers
'cause they and the Israelis
Share the same black ancestor fairy child
You better run my brother
And fall in love and marry yourself
off to a Ethiop woman
To get a alien citizenship fairy child
'Cause as stateless as you are now
You're a sitting duck
For INTERPOL and Scotland Yard
Fairy child
Say nothing in Guantanamo Bay
Fairy child
When they come to interrogate
you fairy child
Fairy child fairy child
You child of a god
I warned you my brother
The laws of the brother Humanity
are harsh my man
Now you're sitting there and
all your life you've been
Apolitical fairy child
Now you're sitting with the politicals
Waiting for the interrogator
To interrogate you
For the politics of power
You know the science of which not
It's cold on the Cuban island prison
Fairy child
You chew on your blues
And you even miss the gilded
gates of the flames of hell
Fairy child
Fairy child...
Naive!
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Heart Broken
You wish upon a star
Your a child left behind
You fall in love with everyone
you break your heart without a doubt
Crying sorrow and letting fly
Upon a star you leave it all
You wish for better every night
You wish for love to come all night
Were made believe that its all fine
Were made believe about true love
child child hear me out
Your all grown up and stand up right
Child Child listen right
Your lost in mind your never right
Fairy tales and love is wrong
Stars upon the skys are all but tales
Child act your age and learn this right
Love is fake and crazy tales
poem by Kimberly Picazo
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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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Through The Wood
THROUGH the wood, the green wood, the wet wood, the light wood,
Love and I went maying a thousand lives ago;
Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood
In my heart reflected, because I loved you so.
Through the wood, the chill wood, the brown wood, the bare wood,
I alone went lonely no later than last year,
What had thinned the branches, and wrecked my dear and fair wood,
Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose-thorns sere?
Through the wood, the dead wood, the sad wood, the lone wood,
Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and grey,
You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood
All our own--and withered as ever a flower of May.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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The Fairy Boy
A mother came when stars were paling,
Wailing round a lonely spring,
Thus she cried, while tears were falling
Calling on the Fairy King:
'Why, with spells my child caressing,
Courting him with fairy joy,
Why destroy a mother's blessing,
Wherefore steal my baby boy?
'O'er the mountain, thro' the wild wood,
Where his childhood loved to play,
Where the flow'rs are freshly springing,
There I wander day by day;
There I wander, growing fonder
Of the child that made my joy,
On the echoes wildly calling
To restore my fairy boy.
'But in vain my plaintive calling,
Tears are falling all in vain,
He now sports with fairy pleasure,
He's the treasure of their train!
Fare-thee-well! my child, for ever,
In this world I've lost my joy,
But in the
next
we ne'er shall sever,
There I'll find my angel boy.'
poem by Samuel Lover
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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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The Land Of Fairy Tales
In the land of fairy tales
Peace and serenity all prevails
Where no one is selfish or mean
And believes in things unseen
In the land of fairy tales
There blows a forceful gale
That always bring with it
Love, serenity and the friendship kit
In the land of fairy tales
No one seems to fail
neither things are bad
Nor anyone feels sad
It is all because over there
Everyone is nice and dear
Who not only cares for them
But with love others life also hem.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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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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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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In kindergarten that used to be my job, to tell them fairytales. I liked Hans Christian Andersen, and the Grimm fairy tales, all the classic fairy tales.
quote by Francis Ford Coppola
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When fairy tales are written in the west, they're known as folklore. In the east, fairy tales are called religions.
quote by Paul Henderson
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Cakes, Boots and Merry-go-rounds
Violet's art cakes were fake, some say
but Violet's boots were a hoot!
She'd bought them down in Carnaby Street
and they came right up to her knees!
Now what in the heck d'ya suspect
they came right up to her knees.
She wore them into town she did
she wore them to go into town
and when she got there
there was a fair and the
merry-go-round went round and round
the merry-go-round went round.
Violet was an artiste, a very merry artiste
and when she got merry on her daddy's sherry
the cakes she made were a feast they were
the cakes she made were a feast!
poem by Ruth Walters
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The Dream Fairy
A little fairy comes at night,
Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown’
with silver spots upon her wings,
And from the moon she flutters down.
She has a little silver wand,
And when a good child goes to bed
She waves her wand from right to left
And makes a circle round her head,
And then it dreams of pleasant things,
Of fountains filled with fairy fish,
And trees that bear delicious fruit,
And bow their branches at a wish;
Of arbours filled with dainty scents
From lovely flowers that never fade,
Bright ‘flies that flitter in the sun,
And glow-worms shining in the shade;
And talking birds with gifted tongues
For singing songs and telling tales,
And pretty dwarfs to show the way
Through the fairy hills and fairy dales.
poem by Thomas Hood
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