There once lived a beautiful princess,
She was never afraid to run or ride,
She carried herself with benevolence and pride.
She had those gentle, charming eyes,
A face so naive, yet somehow wise.
She dreamt of doing only good,
And loved her people as she should.
She never longed for a throne so high,
Nor cared for jewels that money could buy.
She only wanted hearts that stayed,
And a better world that she could make.
She wanted to bring a change,
To mend a world that had gone strange.
So they sang, “Oh princess, wise and brave,
A heart so kind, a soul to save.”
But the men could not watch her fly,
They wished for her to fail and die.
They whispered softly behind the walls,
That kindness and equality could never conquer all.
They doubted her strength, pushed her away,
And slowly turned her light to grey.
Soon her voice grew soft and low,
Until no one could hear her anymore.
They threw her captive underground,
Where silence was the only sound.
She stood there strong, but not the same,
Her hope grew dim beneath the shame.
And then I opened my eyes, still thinking-
Weren’t fairytales supposed to have happy endings?
Wearing the champion beau crown
William's port the dude's tug was bound
Sapphire ring
Shined with bling
Lucky, very happy
Not sappy
Snow coming down hard
Staring from the bar
"Time, I carry out this mission,
It is her decision,
Destiny on my side
She will decide
Doing the right thing
Since I am her King"
There she was
Showing Princess buzz
Until the liberty bell sent a response
"Anything else are their wants?
Voice shouted, filled with demand
Making the command
"Formal nice white dress
Bridesmaids will be impressed
Romance
Special dance
Day reserved for me
Is what I decree"
Months later
Brotherly love paid her
Weather turned warm
And a family was born
Creating a Queen for the day
Hearing people say
"Good luck," sending off the pair
Confirming a permanent affair
Loving emotions that cannot be compared
Since once the key stone is unlocked
Married couples are off the marketing block
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There lived a peasant girl, I do recall,
Of cheerful and charming disposition;
And a servant boy who lived in her halls,
Unwavering in loyal submission.
They fell in love, a tender transition,
But the whims of fate pulled him from her side;
Deployed to war on the king’s commission,
He vowed to return, and make her his bride.
On good fortune, the enemy did fall,
But she knew not of her love’s position;
He was missing from the returning haul,
So she succumbed to dark intuitions.
By happenstance, the king’s premonitions
Led him to the plains where she resides;
When he gazed upon this lovely pigeon,
He promised to make her his princess bride.
A masked man in black climbed the castle walls
While the future queen was in dormition;
She stirred awake upon hearing his call,
Hoping to find her love’s apparition.
He shed his mask and his inhibitions,
Assuring his love that he had not died;
They embraced, a lovely exhibition,
And she resolved to be his princess bride.
The story says, a timeless tradition,
That they voyaged where sun and sea collide;
Through any fate that came to fruition,
She forever remained his princess bride.
Seahorse princess dove down into the depths of the sea
She was loving it so, feeling pretty, wild, wiggly and free
The seahorse she rode was almost as full of glee
They were true companions, soulmates you see
The June Princess
On her birth of June
She listened to her favorite lovely tune
Julie the girl deserves a man
Who is Earl for her to get a wheel.
She was a mother figure
But doesn't have a son or a daughter.
She knew how to scold.
But her last advice has never told.
Now her seventeen candle light
Needs a power to blow through night.
All the night of her 16 year or sleep.
Was the loudest voice she could only keep.
Stronger like a tigress.
Smarter like an Einstein.
Gifted with lily dresses.
Wine that she never get whine.
Conjure up her dreams
Only the star hides in a gleam.
Finally the day of school year end.
And she celebrates on her biggest party with her friend.
To ponder is to wander down fantasy lane
Where dreams lead poets to poetry fame.
Quote by poet.
I often ponder how life would have been
if I’d looks and grace of a beauty queen
Would I be happy, would I have riches
have my meals served upon silver dishes.
Perhaps I’d have lived alike a princess
wearing dresses of the absolute best
With handsome suitors requesting my hand
living dreams only found in fairyland.
Maybe I’d have a chauffeur standing by
preferably a humble, charming guy
To take me shopping at the poshest shop
where I could wander and shop till I drop.
I ponder about jewels that I’d wear
rubies in the tiara on my hair
The glances I’d have when out and about
and wonderful comments that folk would shout.
Then I’ll stop pondering, come back to earth
reminding myself I’m no special girl.
* * *
Just like her star sign born
She is filled with such might
Even when tired and worn
Never one to give up the fight
When she is down and torn
Making sure others are alright
As never is she one to morn
And never one to losing sight
Just like the early mor'n
Making all shine so bright
Because of course she's dawn
Know"n as the princess of light!
Kitsuko huh?,
Of course she’s special,
Before her first few poems,
She was just another little voice,
A voice I pushes so deep to hide from,
Another voice I held deep love yet Animosity for,
That day she came to me like another giddy girl,
“TOHRU TOHRU what’s a poem?”
She asked innocently and I shrugged,
To just point to her heart and laughed playfully,
And replied,
“The voice of your heart”
I said as I turned to the sun,
Question after question she kept asking,
Like a another nuisance I’d push away but didn’t,
Something about her questions I’d saposed,
Poem after Poem she’s grew to become so strong,
She’s manifested to such a charming being,
Line after line it’s like she’s dragging me,
From the miserable “Tohru Morningstar”
To some joyous princess set free from her cage,
It’s as if with Evry pice of wiring made,
She would be dragging me on a date,
A date with every last one consisting of one thing,
A slow ballroom dance with me in her arms,
As she hold me close and comforts me,
From my pain,
From all my agony,
From all my traumas,
Holding me close like something precious.
-Kitsuko Dragonstar
Tattered with taped corners, the teen's sagging
shoebox holds heavy doorknob swagger.
Seen outside when four while playing princess,
to her the antique knobs were jewels.
Rays of purples, black and clear orbs, beams
of gold-brass and blues dart in sun's magic.
The teen daydreams of her someday love and
their shared, 'boxed' fate to make doorknob art.
The paws of a dog, the sun in the sky
An outlaw's tale, the grief of life
The dirt under my feet, the emptiness of space
The lace of my nightshirt, the soft pink hue
Ribbons and frills and doilies
Angels with wings of white soft down
How can I pick one
When both are home
How can I fit in
When no one else seems to wonder
What life would be like
As the cowboy or the princess
Venting...
I trust NO one here,
I have a REALLY good life,
I WILL care for Sean!
Some people DO care!
Sometimes, I think way too much...
I say, "GO to Hell!"
Scarlet Cope, is or will be my wife,
She is freaking hot and I hope to spend my life with,
I still have some hope but can I cope?
I pushed her away,
The hotel was WAY too much,
I miss her dearly,
I lived in hotels,
I worked in them,
We should NOT have to live in them,
I am NOT a jew,
I still have many Jewish friends,
I studied their ethics,
There is NO end,
You can be my friend,
Be there in the end,
In this evil world,
We MUST transcend this,
My name is Glenn...
And yours is... ___________
Gruntled & Disgruntled AKA
pleased & displeased
You appear to be disgruntled,
may I ask the reason why
I never see you smile,
why do you only frown?
You answer gruffly saying,
once upon a time I was gruntled
and the charming prince was mine,
but nasty witchy-poo preferred him
as a frog!
Now my days are gloomy,
disgruntled night and day
without a gruntled spell to cast
I might as well just fade away.
The only thing that I can do
to once again be gruntled
is ask nasty witchy-poo to cast
a spell
and make me a froggy too~
but then nasty witchy-poo
would be disgruntled too!
I send my wheels on uneven ground,
fear humming louder than the street,
but courage sparks when I push off,
a girl who won't accept defeat.
I land the trick I thought I'd miss,
not built for crowns, I’m built for this.
"Why do you tell me to pound sand,
and say, 'A potato by another name is just as bland'?
If you will never take my hand,
would you, at least, eat me as we'd planned?"
"Do you take me for a peasant?
For me, potatoes are not pleasant,
and I must tell you that, at present,
I much prefer to dine on pheasant."
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