As If By Magic Poems - Poems about As If By Magic

I love the smell of dew on the grass, when a new day has just begun. I love to watch the flowers as they turn their heads towards the Sun. I love to hear the gentle whispers of the welcoming breeze. I love to watch as it rustles through, the leaves upon the trees. I love to...

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Today I’m grateful as I travel though my life as I amble through every day… how the universe hides little bits of magic for me to discover along the way. ...

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Isn’t it ironic…amazing…beautiful… and it never ceases to astound us… how the moment we decide our life is magical we begin to see magic all around us. ...

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I’ve brought this up a few times before…but again I have to share how there is a kind of magic imbedded in this tie-dye bucket hat I wear. There is something welcoming in this hat…something safe and kind and gentle. And, having just returned from England and France…it’s appeal is intercontinental It’s hard to imagine all the wonderful conversations...

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There is a fire in me Not meant to destroy. It lights ruins So I can read the old names. It warms no one... But, it remembers....

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Crow calls me. Not with voice… With posture, shadow A black curl moving, against turquoise sky. I follow. ...

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Mother's arms reach across any distance. Your breath becomes her heartbeat. Love flows like morning light through eyes that see all of you. In your blood runs love, steady as sleep, bright as stars. Birds call your name in gardens you've never seen. Flowers wait, remembering your small hands. Old songs echo forward you inherit belonging like breath. Past, present, future the world turns...

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I am the magician called Urgency. Many a person has been fooled by me. If only they’d paused so they could see. Their loss could have been a...

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Moonlit moonrise over a moony moonshine, Starry-eyed stargazers beneath a starlit starscape, Wandering wanderers wander in wonder, Until fleeting hearts no longer fleetingly flutter...

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Who takes brain hits diabolic? The child of an alcoholic! With the mind’s botox Pain’s now in a box Not flummoxed the kid can frolic ...

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When just a lad, I thought I was magic, Doing a trick can sometimes be tragic. The bird sang the wrong song, The rabbit was long gone, When they booed, I got very dramatic. ...

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It's quite a bright dusk today I would choose Neapolitan yellow for the sky Although I haven't touched colours for years After all, images and paintings are quite enough So why create more without urgent necessity? The thick foliage of the trees around the balcony Stands still as if painted on a canvas It’s a heatwave now, I'm sitting in my...

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Why the grey sky grew Could it be because of you? Or because my heart's feeling blue The sun only shines when I'm with you When we're far apart The world grows dark It thunders and rains Blowing wind that chills my veins Occasionally striking the garden we grew A garden of love built by me and you The anger of fire will destroy the...

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her mind a box of melted crayons her hands a vista of fire magic wands raked over ...

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Apply the Johnsons baby oil all over your fingers. Insert your index finger on the top of your lip. Slowly move your hands around, breathe in and breathe out. Stick two fingers inside the magic hole, be gentle, don’t rush. Squirt, let it out, the water is precious to all who desire it. Gently, use the...

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