Riding in the plane
Above the clouds
So beautiful so powerful
Imagining about angels
Where they live everyday?
The white thick clouds melting
Ascend from heaven
It felts scary to think
When we fall from heaven
The tears of Goddess
The smile of angels
The presence of white horse
In the play ground of heaven
Amen
Blood lingers in everything that I am,
staining my desire with a feather quill.
I grew from apprentice to madame
with practice and sheer force of will.
You may ask what spell would allow
propane words unwavering and hot?
Embers tend to catch a bit faster now.
With pure intention don’t be concerned,
what is sent out will always be returned.
Witchcraft is a class with no cram,
just harm none and let the rede fulfill.
The black cauldron will burn any exam
that replaces knowledge with a kill.
So much simmers below a silent vow.
You never share all you were taught,
keep close just a bit of that know-how.
Make no mistake, my magic is earned.
Know this, I respect what I have learned.
I talked to you tonight
And even over the phone
You force it all to disappear
And it becomes us all alone
No other people or problems
Nothing but us exist then
Floating on a cloud with you
Earth feels as if its heaven
How is it you're able to do this
To me it's fully a mystery
There's nothing but your love
In life that can sustain me
Cinnamon and clover lingers on my breath,
a reminder of power that lies dormant.
Building …
hesitating…
yet still being fed.
The wrangler of such petulant magick
understands that spells have wings to fly.
Building…
levitating…
taking to the air.
Respect the ability to maintain control
letting it all go and pulling it back in again.
Building…
decompressing…
breathing.
That is the conjuring.
A magic moment sonnet
The only tree left in the whole world
was opening its leaves to welcome
the day to the survivors
Among extinct animals
the Tasmanian tiger, beside the Hubro
They had been friends since 1936
There was no artificial light; the stars
had paled as night became day
Humanity was missing; it had not made
The transition to a planet at peace
dropped heavy bombs killing their own
a war cry, after us, there will be no one
Orchestra began today
and magic happened as we play
I could see fingers and arms fly
as the music went speeding by
Hearts were touched and spirits lifted
as people used talents they were gifted
An ominous water tower
Stands tall in Starin Park
Barricaded by a spiked fence
Iron clads the stained-glass windows
A steel door bolted shut
What secrets lie within its walls?
On the night of a blood moon
Witches shrouded in crimson robes
Conducted a satanic ritual
To call forth a demon from hell.
The ceremony was a success, but at a cost.
Hellborn claws slew the High Witch.
The remaining members stood firm.
Combined their strength to subdue the creature.
Calling forth the spirits of nature,
The witches configured a tower
To confine the bloodthirsty beast
So none shall meet an unfortunate end.
They say on a full moon night,
You can hear otherworldly growls
Echoing throughout the tower
Rattling the bravest of souls
Who'd dare to venture forth
To the Witches Tower.
your lonely ache,
a beast that wakes
timid and believing.....
The breathe in the cold,
of a swan stands so bold,
I go blind with uplifting hearts,
as we are magnetized
and jump over the rifts apart,
cold shivering to my blanket
that slides warmly over your skin.
Eyes curious with focusing
on a one giving comfort
in the rain that drenches
passion near grand trees
stood tall for years.....
and partnered so tight
into the dawn's sunlight
I have one special memory
Lying with you on the lake shore
Watching the sun twinkle
As it flickered between the tree’s leaves
A gentle breeze makes the weeping willow magical
Dancing movements choreographed long ago
Never copied by anything else
To me, they are signs of unending love
Given to me and my future wife
To cherish as long as we both shall live
© Poem XXVIII/VIII/MMXXV
LRET
I hope he makes you feel at home
hope it’s sweet when he’s singing you songs
I’m sorry I choked chewing on
my own tongue for too long
You’ve moved out
and moved on
Making vacancy space inside my arms
but there’s something I’m still clung on
Vagabond who can’t wander on
or let go of that glimmer of home
I wasn’t living in love
but I was somewhere so close
Does he listen when you’re silent?
Does he watch you as you sleep?
Is it everything we were supposed to have?
I can’t help but feel like the trick’s on me
You said
he makes you feel
like magic.
and I transcended, disappearing from the picture
as I imagined your passion
watched
my love story
col lapse
in
to
trag
edy
in a second
and a half.
4 am
fishing hole magic
I am with my daddy
catfish, bass and bluegills are calling our names
we are the only ones alive
Coffee Is Black Magic
Wake up from the dead
2 cups at that
Attitude begins
On edge
Sarcasm remarks start to roam
Rage with inner thought
Be on a high alert
On a mission
Your death wish
Coffee Is Black Magic
Don’t push my buttons
Don’t stir up the pot
Give you the bird
Morning aroma
Don’t want to be bothered
Pick your poison
Coffee stern
Last warning
Coffee burning
Tombstone engraved ahead
With your name on it
Rambunctious
Alluring brew
Your roasted
Put a spell on you
I am going to pull my hair out
I’m going back for seconds
Coffee Is Black Magic
What I say goes
Dancing o’er the keys
with the greatest of ease
the poet’s fleet fingers
their own gentle breeze
Words appear from nowhere
magic on his screen
Waves his wand, they vanish ~
by the world yet unseen
Lighting candles pleases my soul
there's divine magic in each flickering flame
~ they dance with unfettered joy
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
DUST PIXIES INSIDE GRANNY’S CEDAR CHEST
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Amidst the ancient whispers of timeworn wood,
underneath time and the cedar’s scent
a gathering of dust pixies flutters, luminescent.
adventurous, bubbly, curious, daring, effervescent.
Their xerophytic murmurs fill the attic air;
dancing on sunbeams upon gossamer wings,
these aerial acrobats ballet on dust motes illuminantly.
flecks glimmer, hundreds invade jubilantly.
Prismatic creatures of color, lively as summer’s breeze,
they celebrate the dust, mundane
journeying through mystical realms where they reign.
kaleidoscopic, luminous, microscopic, numerous, opulent.
Zipping back into the cedar’s shadows,
innocent guardians of memories hide in forgotten linens,
their fleeting glimpse of magic locked away.
playful, quirky, restless, synchronous, twinkletoes
Specific Types of Magic Poems
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