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The Age of Poet Destroyer

A diamond in the Frost ... I am Emily, gazing through the years, 
Like Poe from rancid taste and dark smoke shadows
Florescent waste escaping a decrepit yet dulcet wilderness
Backward capabilities frontal verse, I am her the almighty universe 

Ascending from yesterday's fall, literally and visibly
Swore to be everything you loathe most - a felicity of illusions
You will dream of me, a parasite you can't get rid of
Ripped open by paper and pen, rising to a new destination
A Destroyer begging to be free in search of a tender rhapsody
Blind by mediocre poets who tend a false nebulous star
No longer, will I impart into defeat - give in to trophy trust
The time of age, my allies whom I call my friends 
You are more than words on any God-Given-Day

To those unworthy of me, can march away from my parade 
Crying wolves, backstabbing clones, long gone stones
Each file is forgiven & forgotten, however, still trespassing 
Under a microscope, some remain to be a decade of lost words 
Grazing a forest grown for old news dripping water on my belly

No matter, after starvation, I found my way back to the same horizon
Finding time and space among a new docile nation
A buried treasure finding face among a fresh myriad generation
With anchors up, I'm headed full force, against every secret endorsed

I am the one you should not fear, I relish this wonderful community
I am she mounted above all years worn rising like a newborn sword 
Forged by the earth summon by the pirate's moon political creed
Ascending to a sweet ascension with the best kind of immunity
With paper and pen, I sit to please and prosper my poetry need
To you I leave --- Echoes of snow, numbing you with a poetic soul 

Love The Poet Destroyer


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015


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Broken Wings

As the sun arose in the eastern skies 
a fairy princess sits rubbing her eyes.
Yawning she glimpses her magical isle 
and her tiny lips, curl into a smile.

Standing she stretches in her treetop bed,
anxious anticipates what lies ahead.
She flutters her wings to get them ready,
raising one knee, she jumps slow and steady.

Hovering like, a hummingbird she glides
then races off with both arms at her sides.
With lots to see her day has just begun,
she never stops until the setting sun.

Racing through the forest over fields of wheat
smelling the flowers, is her daily treat.
Talks to the butterflies this sunny morn,
tests the fresh honey and tastes some sweet corn.

Spotting a pond sparkling like a mirror 
zooms back and forth each time getting nearer,
watching her reflection, no time to think
crashed in a deer who had just stopped to drink.

Later discovers she’s broken her wings,
Lies in bed knowing what carelessness brings.
Six months of bed rest was taking their toll,
this fairy princess was losing her soul.

Finally the day came to test her wings
her will is determined her heart now sings,
shouts out with joy as she reaches the sky,
nothing feels greater, than when you can fly.

Iambic Pentameter 
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
01.14.2015
Contest: Sketch a Fictitious Character II


Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2015


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Princess

Princess, princess, please calm down,
Wear your diamond, glory crown.
I’ll make you queen, someday, you’ll see,
As long as you will marry me.

Princess, princess, don’t hate me,
I only wish that you could see.
That I love you with all my heart,
I wish that we will never part.

Princess, princess, don’t you die,
I promise you, I’ll never lie.
Stay with me through life and death,
And please don’t ever hold your breathe.

Princess, princess, don’t you cry,
I will never say goodbye.
It hurts too much to leave your side,
Like all of me has stopped and died.

Princess, princess, don’t you see,
I’m your prince, and groom to be.
Forever together, and never apart,
I give you my all, and even my heart.


Copyright © Adam Forth | Year Posted 2014


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- The Princess Of The Sea -

On the beach I found a seashell
luster of colors mixed with gold illuminate 

Washed by the sea millions of times
tides turn as gentle footprints remain

I sit and ponder, how could it happen
salt breeze within an ocean's breath inhales 

A journey of unimaginable time
drifting murmurs echo against waves crashing 

In the sunlight it shone with many shades
satin pearl treasure heart between two shells 

Carefully I opened and found its soul
it was then as one on whitewashed wings we flew free 

I found a beautiful princess of the sea
Upon a sigh or dream revealed its inner secret









A Collaborated Poem 
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid 
15.05.2016
(unrhymed couplets)


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016


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Blessed Be

Lady, weave Your circle tight
With a web of living light 
Earth and Air and Fire and Water
Bind us to you.


MacDermot, the Prince of Coolavin came
to Connachta a fair maiden to win,
as the maypole rose a redhead proclaimed, 
that to marry him, her heart was aflame; 
so life comes again with a slow spin.
The pole is lifted and she beribbons him;
merry as their red and white ribbons crossed
wedded like wefts in the weave of the Lord's skein.
MacDermot the Prince was right chivalrous.

How the town folk of Sligo laughed and danced 
each youthful suitor had bells on their shoes.
Eight at a time the couples round pranced 
every Da's hoped his daughter to loose.
But, Meg the red had a mind to seduce,
and the Prince, well the Prince, was Goddess crossed.
Meg's lips were wine and he had but those two;
MacDermot the Prince was right chivalrous.

White for the virgin each Goddess blessed
red for the God of the green woods so old
green ribbons the forest, gold's sun's tressed 
all twirl round the royal wreath topped Maypole.
Blessed is the tree, with honors foretold 
as maids and masters their ribbons criss-crossed 
while the Prince MacDermot held Meg; they strolled.
MacDermot the Prince was right chivalrous.

The Rune Inguz was read, they blessed all holds
and the grand green hills were bereft of frost
for spring was here and their vows were told.
MacDermot the Prince was right chivalrous.








Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2015


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Darling It's You

To take you in these arms right now 
flower you rise regal sunflower 
Sparkling petals over a princess
Whispering silently and softly 
I am your pilgrim 
who would do battle
for your sweet loving hand

Fluttering in deep tongues of light
Waving lashes turning over inside the brain
Totally smitten in your shining jewels 
silver dazzling in a milky smile 
Shimmers in your deep delicious beauty love
Always will be forever with me 
inside you my dream

Lady of light you shine a promise made 
sparkling crowns a vision rose
The moon is my banner there and back 
Standing on the edge with you
when sunsets dance their brilliance 
This is were I make my peek 
my total love open 
I have to you 

At those words 
falling I am at you're feet
Worshiping the very ground 
on which you stand out  
Queen of hearts 
who captured this soul beautiful


This I co wrote with someone whom I spent time with writing just to say it has taken to now to post for me this was a very special piece took months to write from a heart 



Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014


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You Are Beautiful

I don't care if you are inaccurate.
I don't care if you're a tomboy.
I don't care if you're an oval or a circle.
I don't care where you come from or what you were.
I don't even care if you have a coconut cream pie-in-the-face.
You are good.
You are perfect.
You are a princess.
And I will always love you.
Like you should love yourself.


Copyright © John Henry Galas | Year Posted 2015


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The Fairy Tale

THE FAIRY TALE

Long ago, far away
As the elderly birch trees say
There lived a beautiful girl, in the castle of misty dreams,

Her eyes were abyssal,covered by angel's wings
The smell of mystery lingered in her dark hair 

But she never smiled,never talked,dark clouds hovering o'er her pallid face
Dreams and dreams hurried away through the window of her distant gaze.

No wonder the castle hid itself in the fog of loneliness,
All day long it cried and cried waiting for the sunlight.

Till one day the winds raced,through the walls of the dark castle
Every tree and every bird looked in awe,as God glided through the forest
He moved in speed towards that window, the once silent forest gossiped about his arrival.


Her little heart jumped and hummed like the commotion outside,
To catch a glimpse of him she spread her gaze wide..
He loomed across her window, still, for the first time.

He thought, he found, what he searched, whom he knew through the ages
All the happiness came alive as letters out of the amber pages.

She knew she cried, she never smiled as she was waiting to be found,
Watching him so close by, her heart rhymed the only sound.

The clouds raced far away,
Through the mist the sunrays made way, 
the misty dreams melted away.

One embrace,one silent gaze,she smiled, the alabaster foam danced over the waves,
The rosy colour flew across her beautiful face.
The trees sang, the birds tweeted, the octaves danced on their own
The seeds of love found their way out of the rock one again.

Long ago, far away...
The castle glowed, the gloom faded away..


Copyright © Moumita Dey | Year Posted 2015


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Easy Pleasey

FOR MEN ONLY #2Contest


Yee Haaaa--- a Contest made for me
I'm a man and should write free
With no woman to tell me what
To bend my ear and bust my nut
To nag at me, noon and night
For me to get this poem right
To correct the words that I can't spell
In this grammatical living hell
"Change that word and it won't mean that
Don't say pussy when you mean cat"
But now this contest has set me free
So, I can write more liberally 
And pen this in my own rendition 
That's of course dear, with your permission 



Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2015


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Ice Princess

At the time,
a princess made of ice
appealed to him.
She came across him gradually
on a nice day.

Her eyes
were palest blue,
looking steadfast, but not cross.
She came across him winningly
on a *n ice* day.

At the time,
he did not know her,
but she soon made up for that,
coming across as a princess-wife -
his love in ice pack.


----------------------------------------

8/12/2015

Contest - Don't Fight It.....Write It!! 

Sponsor - John lawless 

1st place win




Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015


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- Haiku X 125 - Frog -



                                  the princess and frog

                                 he hid in the flowerpot

                                    her father said no














11/03/2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
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3rd place in the contest

Poem of the Week : 18.03.2018


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2018


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Return To Me

Return To Me

As I count the days until this Spring's thaw,
darkly a shadow hangs over my head.
Your sweet memory for me holds it all
always a place waits your love in my bed.

Yesterdays- memories made of romance,
you stole the hot desires heating my mind.
That fantastic night, I taking a chance,
was then rewarded, your sweet love to find.

Darling, fly back to our palatial nest
from your distant first vacation retreat.
I exist only when loving you best,
and pray for the moment again we meet!

Upon distant shores, you leave my heart sad.
For we are everything we ever had!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-27- 2015


Syllables Per Line:	
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Total # Words:	104


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015


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Blackness Engulfs Rare Beauty Whose Heart There Holds

Blackness Engulfs Rare Beauty Whose Soft Heart There Holds

Blackness engulfs rare beauty whose soft heart there holds
she that pretty flowers envy yet still dare to adorn.
Emerging as a rare butterfly from cocoon's deep folds,
her light will grace all and never her heart be torn.

As darkness seeks its wrapping gulf of shrouded gloom,
her beautiful glow breaks upon dawn's sweetest light .
Dark clouds can not give their wretched pain and sad doom,
for her pure soul radiates greater than the darkest night.
Such loveliness shines even in the simplest of her rooms.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2016

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 	12 14 14 12 0 12 12 12 14 14
Total # Syllables: 	116
Total # Lines: 	10  (Including empty lines)
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Total # Words: 	88


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016


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Tea Party For Four

            Tea Party For Four

Two girls partake of afternoon tea
Under willow trees and pleasant weather 
Dolly’s join them, splendid gowns, sentry ready
Social graces with porcelain clean white faces
Sit, side by side, chaperoning quietly
While princess détente takes place
Young ladies soak orange pekoe leaves
Savor the hot flavor afterwards
Sip it warm at leisure through the day
At party pleasure and perfect play
Nuclear proliferation weighs heavy on their minds
As well as gun violence and big people crimes
Still, they prefer cup cakes with icing
The two dollies do too
 



Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015


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IRONSIDE

Hey LAdies!!!
Casanova's not who you think he is...

One simple google click 
background check 
will nullify his bliss.

There's much more to 
the Man
the Myth
the Trick 

A fake glitch 
flash in the pan 
don't make me beg 
an' expose that pathetic man's
Cracker Jack Prozac plan

C'mon baby, phenol Barbie Doll 
don't keep makin' same mistakes
believin' his B.S. trip and falls.

Manic Queen of depression,
leave old Papa Wheelie alone
his words are Romeo sweet
yet his lies are overgrown. 



*credit artists Marilyn Manson, Twiggy Ramirez, and Zim Zum for 
terms "Phenol Barbie Doll, Manic Queen of Depression"-- taken from 
Song, "Mechanical Animals" off album "Mechanical Animals" by Marilyn 
Manson Nothing/Interscope Records 1998


Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2014


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Skies From A Little Girl's Eyes

She wades in until the water reaches her waist,
looks out and continues into the endless sea.
Her imagined long gown floats behind her.

Her little girl shoulder blades 
become hidden beneath the water.
Each time she raises her arms because 
it is cold, but the sea is calm and peaceful,
too cold for the others who prefer to watch.

It is her moment alone to feel like a Princess.
She lowers her regal eyes
but not her head, to keep her crown from falling.

She sees how her feet glide on the sand,
her legs extend to touch the bottom as golden 
sun reflects her movements on the water.
Sunlight penetrates the depths
as her toes penetrate pristine sands.

When water becomes chest high
her arms rise and then she lies back 
to float so she can view the azure sky 
in great wonderment.
Are the clouds shaped like a person ? 

Translation by Connie Marcum Wong
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Original Poem:
RIEN N’EMPÊCHE D’AUTRES OISEAUX
By Ariane Dreyfus 

Elle s’arrête quand l’eau lui arrive à la taille
Regarde, avance à nouveau, et la mer infinie
La suit, traîne qu’elle sent à peine, la robe elle l’imagine

S’effacent ses omoplates de petite fille
À chaque fois qu’elle lève les coudes et se hausse
Car il fait froid
Mais l’eau est calme, pas embêtante

Frileux les autres sont restés derrière
C’est donc un instant de princesse

Elle baisse les yeux, mais pas la tête
À cause de sa couronne qui pourrait tomber
Regarde comment ses pieds glissent
Sur le sable
Parce qu’il est très loin les jambes ont grandi
Elles se tordent à plein de reflets
Le soleil y va, en profondeur
Et plus en profondeur la pointe des pieds
Pour aller jusqu’au sol intouché

L’eau presqu’à la poitrine, elle étire ses bras
Ainsi flottent les mains

Puis s’allonger, sinon comment voir que le ciel
Donne un si grand vertige, et les nuages en forme de 
personne? 
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Rough English Translation I had to work from:

THERE IS NOTHING TO PREVENT OTHER BIRDS
By Ariane Dreyfus 

She stops when the water comes the size
Look, move again, and the endless sea
Follows her, drags that she feels, the dress she imagine

Fade her shoulder blades of little girl
Whenever she raises the elbows and to increase
Because it is cold
But the water is quiet, no annoying
Chilly the rest remained behind

It is a moment of Princess
She drops the eyes, but not the head
Because of its Crown that could fall

Look how her feet slide
On the sand
Because it is far away the legs grew
They writhe in lots of reflections
The sun go, deep
And more in depth the toes
To go to the ground untouched

Water almost ' chest, she stretches her arms
Thus float hands
Then lie down, otherwise how can I see the sky
Gives a great dizziness, and person-shaped clouds?





Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017


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Within the temple of one skull

Our voyage begins holding each other 
slowly captivating space filled magic begins 
warmly with glory be sings under spells

Grace is blessed always 
with deep warm joy kissing beats 
the true love inside fails to die

A hunter's moon smiles in the Heaven's 
under the cradle of thoughts over and back gently whispers 
your starlight gives birth to beauty gentle dove

Entering the soul kingdom opening chambers 
adorned tourmaline inside this rainbow key of divine colours 
a treasure uniquely true rare shines through pure 


unrhymed tercets


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016


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With Enchanting Winds, Her Pledged Guarding Hosts

 With Enchanting Winds, Her Pledged Guarding Hosts


In yonder land a princess lives,
With gentle winds her guarding hosts;
Suitors gaze as her beauty gives
Her sweet elegance, all the toasts!

Yon dark castle Dread lays in wait,
His black anger, hating her charms;
Vows he, her enslavement tis Fate
Tho' it be by great force of arms!

For her kind heart he wants to bleed;
Savage her and sate his evil,
Yet Fate, grants mercy to her need
destroys this monster primeval!

In yonder land a princess lives,
With gentle winds her guarding hosts;
Suitors gaze as her beauty gives
Her sweet elegance, all the toasts!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-19-2017
Poetry form,
Lin Crazy Eights, Tail-Rhyme , 100 words


Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 128
Total # Words: 100


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017


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Rapunzul- Stuck in tower

 It was some curse,
 Locked in a tower all time,
Did I steal a purse?
Or did an unforgettable crime?

I paint the house like Van Gogh,
As I feel I'm going to shout,
I bake cookies and make bows,
But why can't I just go out?
 
I go to my room to dust,
As I use my broom to clean,
It's finally night where I see lanterns,
But why is it the day I turn eighteen?

I am just crying inside,
But now I'm reading medieval
Mother doesn't let me go outside,
But.....
Does that mean she's evil?


Copyright © Aneesha Nayak | Year Posted 2017


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pin drop

Persuade by time Intuitions run blind Neon driven dreams Dandelion sew seams Recognize the breeze Opal shaped moon Pesuaded bloom ?


Copyright © pipping stars | Year Posted 2017


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Princess of courage

In days not long ago lived our princess 
gracious, elegant and so beautiful 
everyone she met rich, poor she'd impress 
a daughter, wife, and mother dutiful,

her oath and vows she took seriously 
sadly her true love was never returned 
abandoned treated mysteriously 
our princesses wellbeing unconcerned,

this loveless marriage and deceit must end
living in London’s pretence with prince John
unwilling to repair her heart nor mend
he was happy to divorce, see her gone,

her life ended in unexplained disaster 
sadly there was no happy ever-after.






Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2018


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The Markle Sparkle

The sweet Megan Markle had that bright sparkle
for she landed herself a true prince
Our dear handsome Harry, was never contrary
But the Queen he had to convince

All Britain is fawning, this is a new dawning
for actress turned royal brings fame
the coffers are filling, and tourism's thrilling
The Duke and the Duchess are game

The wedding's now history, no longer a myst'ry
the world watched each detail in awe
this couple got hitched as each lose thread got stitched
There was not a single guffaw

Traditions respected, through some circumvented
the bride added much to the day
A curtsy forgotten, does not make her rotten
Just strong willed as some critics say

Her dress was straight lined, demure and refined
the make-up was simple and sweet
Prince George and Charlotte, they made us all gloat
Their goodness must warrant a treat

I'm happy for Harry, he is a dear chappy
his smiles tell the world all is well
the pre-wedding drama, that long pause or comma
forgotten, for now all is swell

So the 19th of May was quite a big day
It showed fairy tales still come true
Now young ladies know, to put beauty on show
The next story could be about you.

Eileen Manassian


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2018


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Poem for Children

There is so many stories telling a child how to grow up, the difference between right and wrong. to follow the rules, to see in color, how to stand strong. But still, you are children, with innocence in your eyes! Children who still get surprised when you discover that the butterfly really flies. Little boys who idolize things such as the man who plays with crocodiles, even though we call him the crocodile hunter, he doesn’t actually hunt them, and just like those little boys that idolize him, he just plays… And the little girls that know the disney princesses are wise beyond their years, and recognize the wicked witch of a mother in Tangled, and the different kinds of love in Frozen, and that beauty isn’t just on the outside in Beauty and the Beast. 
	So what else is there to teach you little princes and princesses who will one day rule the world? Because Dr. Suess told you that a person is a person no matter how small, and the Little Mermaid told you that no matter what happens you have to stand tall. So what else is there to teach you??
	Well I have 7 short things to teach you! can you count that high? 1-2-7! ohh oops did I forget something? Oh well I bet you can’t count higher than 11.
	Number one is that parents are people too. Or even better, parents are children, like you and you and you. Parents want to have fun, and even if they tell you they don’t, they do believe that Santa is real. And no matter how you feel, they love you and will always protect you. After all where would Simba be without Mufasa? Because Mufasa saw that his son was in trouble, and he opened his maw, and let out a roar that could be heard shore to shore, and he saved his son.
	Now on to number two, which might sound a little crazy but I swear its the best thing that you will ever do is DO NOT let anyone put you in a cage. Think of Repunzal. She was locked in a tower where she had no power, left to pick the petals off of flowers when all she wanted to do was see the lights. So yes, instead of doing exactly what was right, instead of seeing things in black and white, she let the world get a little hazy and saw things in a nice shade of grey… or gold…. and climbed right out of her cage and ran off into the night with a thief who i guess was technically her Knight in shining armor.
	2 plus 2 equals 4, which just happens to be next. oh no! honestly how could i forget about number three when it’s all about honesty! Aladdin lied to Jasmine and we all know how that ended. so no, lying is not recommended. You probably won’t end up at the bottom of a river with just a lamp with a little blue genie in it, but lets not tempt that trend.
	Now 4, 5 and 6. Four, do exactly what scares you, Five, make it happen, Six, sometimes you just have to tough it out. Do exactly what scares you, step out of your comfort zone. into the unknown. How do you think all these princesses got their thrones?? You have to make it happen! If your paper airplane heart wants to fly away, you have to grow your own wings. Because I can tell you right now, Peter Pan is not going to show up at your window and take your hand, pulling you away to Neverland. Even if you wish on exactly the right star, he’s not going to fly in on pixie dust and save you. You have to do it yourself and make it happen. But sometimes you can’t save yourself so you just have to tough it out. While it’s true that a broken heart hurts worse than a skinned knee, in the moment your skinned knee hurts pretty bad. Pocahontas told us not every story has a happy ending, so you have to tough it out, suck it up buttercup, and pick up your crown. 
	Now the last thing is number seven. Don’t be afraid of 7! I know 6 is, because 7 ate 9, but don’t worry you don’t have to be afraid. What you should be is yourself! Because what you see when you look in the mirror should be exactly what you want to be, not what everyone else wants to see. That is the key to happiness. You don’t need a fairy godmother to make you a dress with glass shoes. Because when the clock strikes midnight and no one else is around, you shouldn’t have to change from what you were to what you actually are. So really, there is nothing else to do except to be you.
	Every story begins with Once Upon A Time, and even though you can’t see what comes right around the riverbend, with a little bit of magic and the right rhyme, never say it won’t end with Happily Ever After…. The End.


Copyright © Allie Rosenthal | Year Posted 2015


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The Glass Slipper

"The Glass Slipper"

I was waiting for a glass slipper
For my prince in shining armor
to take me away from my sorrow
into my happily ever after.
I sat around wishing on stars;
Kissing frogs wherever I went;
Dropping coins in wishing wells;
Waiting for true love's kiss.
It was only after he never came
that I realized what it all meant.
Magic is not naturally present,
but created through love for another
I did not encounter magic until I looked in my daughter's eyes;
Did not get my fairy-tale until I worked toward a better life.
I learned happily ever after does not exist,
not in the way we imagine.
It does not mean princes balls, and perfect hair,
but the feeling of fulfillment that follows
a life well spent caring for others
and pursing the dreams we had hoped to achieve
So don't be like me.
Do not wait for your prince to come for you. 
Create your own happy ending
and I promise it will come true.


Copyright © Serena Mott | Year Posted 2014


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My Naughty Angel

Mesmerized by your beauty
Seemed you to be naughty,

You talk to me dirty
As I'm a little flirty,

You seem to have a good quality
As you are blessed by the almighty,

An atmosphere of tranquility
Felt like contiguity,

To protect you is my duty
Not just a sole responsibility,

When God was busy in his activity
He made you with his own creativity,

You fell upon me like 'oh, so naughty'
Like an angel pulled by gravity.


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