Best Fantasymagic Poems
Some people think I’m a
normal person; I appear
to be that way, but deep
within me lies bubbling
energy, warm like a crackling
fire far hidden from view;
its embers glow red like
blood that does not flow.
I know many words that seem
far apart from the world but
still they dominate my mind
like waves on the open sea.
They can cause harm or
simply heal the meanest of
injuries; even cursed bites
from creatures that only
whispers can provoke.
My hands can create swirls
of light, fire, wind or
earth but all of differing
intensities.
Magic brews within me;
some say it is a gift while
others condemn it like something
to be considered sinful and wicked.
Still, I have magic brewing within
me and nothing on this earth
can change that; is it a curse?
I do not know.
Magic will be cryptic and forever
concealed but someday, like the dark
surrendering to light, I will share
the gift of magic with everyone regardless
of common spite.
When the feeling dwells
the wicked witch
will cast some spells
of
love
evil
luck
And
revenge..
Feeling unhinged
She sits
In her little cottage
mixing her toxic brew
Of toads warts
and
frog leg stew
Don't cross her path
or she'll come after you
Turning you into a wolf
at the moon you'll howl
Letting victims know
a witch is on the prowl
Trappings of a magic essence
held allured by her presence
She'll drink you in
and spit you out
Planting thoughts
you can't live without
inviting you to play
once you agree
you won't get away
Now she's got you
the beast and its pray
casting magic upon you
in
her
wicked
way..
Far around the tree
Is a sea
With a fish
This fish
Has wished
For a clam
The clam
in the fish
Has a pearl
And a man
In mystic magic land
There a bean
Lies in scene
With a boy and a giant
The giant so mean
Ate the boy
So lean
Defiant
Now the man
Takes said pearl
Away he runs
From clam
In mystic magic land
Burglary
Blasphemy
Man runs
From clam after he
Now he meets giant hungry
The man
Ate the giant
Coarse as sand
Away he flew
Crooked man
With the boy, the giant, and the pearl
In hand
From mystic magic land
The herald-mage raced
To the sacred place
Where Mystery and Magic abound.
He threw down his wand,
And broke the fierce bond
That gripped the village and town.
He knew that after
He’d courted disaster
The price, indeed, would be high.
But he never imagined
That such a reaction
Would cause all the Magic to die.
He climbed mountain high
To where earth touched the sky,
Above where the valley unfolded.
He called upon gods
With gestures and nods
And with voice both enraged and emboldened:
“I command thee this night
To return me the right,
The power of Magic to hold!
For without the Magic
Everything would be tragic;
Return!” he cried loudly and bold.
Then as night stole about
He began to have doubt
That the gods would the power return.
And indeed, with long thought
They almost did naught
But as morning sun brightly did burn,
The gods all agreed
And did swiftly decree
That Magic was needed again.
So with powers restored,
And new wand on board
The mage did return to his den.
He may be there still
At the foot of the hill
Protecting his land and kin.
--Barbara Selby
Three magic rocks
Written By Dean Masciarelli
November 12, 2009 (8:34pm)
I held three magic rocks in my hands
That I found in an old building
that looked like a castle
And I started rolling the magic rocks
over and over
and over again through my palms
And this is when everything
became absolutely amazing
Because they would
allow me to
to travel through time
But they would also
give me the opportunity
To do something
That would truly
benefit
all of man kind
So I took a leap of faith
And I went into a new
dimension
and a different realm
in space and in time
with my three magic
rocks in hand
And I went into the future
without any problems
And I avoided everyone
And I went to the
largest library
that I could find
So that I could find
a cure
for every disease
That is out there
And when I found
what I needed to find
I gathered all the information
that I would need
And I took all the information
back to the present time
And I found a Doctor that I could trust
And I gave all the information to him
Because I knew that he had
the peoples best interest in mind
Because it wasn’t about
riches or glory or fame to him
Because he already
had everything
And all I wanted in return
from him is that he would
never reveal my name to anyone
Because I didn’t
want the recognition
And if he did
mention
my name
I reminded him
That I always
had the option
To go back in time
by just a few days
So that I could give
all the information
to someone else
who was more deserving
But he never revealed my name
And he always kept the peoples
best interest in mind
So my job was done
And that’s when I made the decision
That if these three magical rocks
ever got into the wrong hands
That it could mean the demise of everything
So I decided to put them all back
where I had found them
I do wonder if someone else would have found
the three magic rocks like I had
if they would have done the same things that I had done
or would they have done something that would only benefit them?