Amber candles flicker, diamond thoughts arise
Clear as stars of heaven brighter still,
than sun and light.
Golden memories * Sacred Journeys
Prayers, Chants, Sunlit temples of long ago !
Running streams of consciousness
as smooth as chocolate liquor.
Stantienite nights of pure embroil
Bell, Book and Candle
You don't need a handbook,
When you can sense the light.
A ghost materialised on the stairs last night
Was frozen in horror choice fright or flight
A little child perhaps was three or four
Wearing quaint smock dress reaching to the floor
Thunderstruck with eyes locked we gazed and gazed
Unbelievable, I’m amazed or crazed
Step by step she came descending to ground
I swear, hands down, could be nervous breakdown
Turning around she ascended the stair
Emitting an an aura of deep despair
The previous owners did live next door
The luxury flat on the upper floor
They both looked at me as if I was mad
Just lay it to rest was all that they said
Several times now I have seen this young ghost
The local medium was most engrossed
He rushed over with bell, book and candle
Worried, could create one mighty scandal
Upon the late evening of the sixth
medium did predict an easy fix
She materialised as times before
as medium exclaimed “I’ve made rapport”
From incantation a light above shone
Deliverance complete she’s truly gone
To see what I can become is a death without dyeing.
Here and now I let you know, have no powers of flying.
Powers I was born with are truly magical and beyond.
Incantations I speak are from the old language in bond.
Bonded to the facts that self-gain, comes back three fold,
This seal in the book that has been guarded and untold.
I shall not gain love from any spell that I should make.
Neither shall I change or sway anything for my sake.
Though upon my eighteenth birthday, love came for me.
Now I must choose magical powers or my love for thee.
My heart knows the answer, so thus I choose mortality.
So I close the book, ring the bell, light the candle internally.
Now you know my secret I have held as well my diversity.
I shall love you forever and be your husband beyond eternity.
written by
Cecil Hickman
written for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "BELL, BOOK AND CANDLE"
“Close the book, ring the bell, light the candle.”
The witch’s words resounded in my ears.
My problems now were more than I could handle
and so I hoped she’d vanquish all my fears.
She stared at me across the darkened room
and then commanded me that I must stay
until my wish was granted. Then a broom
she grabbed, and out the door she flew away!
The magic lay in me, the hag had said.
I only had to wish with all my might.
But with my kind of luck, I might be dead
before I’d get what I had wished that night.
I sit here still; she’s left me with a curse!
No health care yet, and now my back is worse!
(sorry to belabor this, but now you see what preoccupies
my mind these days!! Linda's contests always seem
to bring out this topic for me lately. The gypsy referred to
in my title was in my last poem I did for Linda!)
By Andrea Dietrich for Linda-Marie's
"BELL, BOOK AND CANDLE" Poetry Contest
.The magic that changed my life
I met this guy who said he would change my life.
He became my husband and made me his wife.
His heart was magical because of all the things he done.
Love brought us together and with life we had so much fun.
He was the kind of man that made bad things disappear.
I always felt better when he was near.
He said close the book,ring the bell,light the candle to cast his spell.
My magic man and his secret I will never tell.
Teresa Skyles 20-Sep-11
Entered in Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. Contest Name "BELL, BOOK AND CANDLE"
Old crone, please tell me your secret.
Give a taste of your magical brew.
Whisper the herbs I must gather.
To mix up your potency stew.
A mere mortal born, I am helpless,
Unless you will lend me some power.
What ever it is I will drink it,
No matter how sweet or how sour.
“Close the book , ring the bell, light the candle”.
If that’s what we’re needing to do.
You can trust that I won’t tell your secret,
And I need just but one hour or two.
Long enough just to make up a potion
That will cure a loved one I hold dear.
For I have been told he is dying
And perhaps will not out live the year.
We’ve tried all the doctor’s prescriptions.
They are useless against his disease.
“Close the book, ring the bell, light the candle”
And with pity, take heed to my pleas.
By: Joyce Johnson For Linda Marie’s “Bell, Book and Candle.”Won a 3rd place
Well I say you are here today,
Because, I mentally asked, just you,
if I asked my Christine to change lanes,
she would say “why should I, Blue?”
so a silent “change lanes,”
and she would do it too,
no arguments, a little strange,
we were in sync us two,
..."CLOSE THE BOOK,
RING THE BELL,
LIGHT THE CANDLE" too.
Look in my eyes, be hyponitised,
For now I owneth you!
Beware my power to rule your heart,
Cross stormy waters too,
I can draw you, yes sweetheart,
Just cross the world, will you!
When buying a car from a car sales man,
Slap him on the back and say,
“But you’ll take a thousand dollars less,
To help me drive away.” :) Don Johnson
Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "BELL, BOOK AND CANDLE"
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