Best Good Luck Charm Poems
On the door of every Jewish home
is a sort of 'good-luck charm'
Containing certain verses Biblical
to keep all who come and go from harm
Some kiss it on the way out or in
to deter themselves from acts of sin
Such as bolting their front door to guard
'gainst ragged beggars others bar
Dragonfly-the miracle insect
Oh… Dragonfly, the miracle insect
You are the symbol of change and self realization
Source of mental and emotional maturity,
Your scurrying flight across water
represents an act of going beyond the surface
glance at deeper implications and aspects of life.
Your agile flight and its ability to move in all six directions
Exclude a sense of power and poise
this can be seen only with age and maturity.
Your speed at amazing 45 miles an hour
Hover like a helicopter and fly backward like a hummingbird,
Fly straight up, down and on either side
Your wing strokes elegance and grace just like a veteran ballet dancer
You are wonderful and exhibits Iridescence both on your wings as well as body
It is kaleidoscopic
Your eyes are wonderful
most amazing and awe inspiring sights
You can see in all 360 degrees around
That symbolizes the uninhibited vision of the mind
And ability to see beyond the limitations of the human self
You are innocent and harmless, not bite
To Japanese you are a symbol of summer and autumn
And admired and respected all
Samurai use you as a symbol of power and best of all victory
For Chinese you are a symbol of prosperity, harmony and as a good luck charm
To Native Americans you are a sign of happiness, speed and purity
because you eats from the wind itself
Those may be the hidden facts that you have inhabited our planet for almost 300
Million years!
Jayaratne Weerakkody
To A Chinese Dragon
Sponsor: David Lindsay
Ode to you, my Chinese Dragon, for you have stolen my heart!
your slow slimy tail was wagging and ripped a toll booth apart!
You carry a long scaly body and a head like a slithering snake,
“come along with me instead of feeding by the lingering lake!”
Just under your head you wear the long beard of a male goat,
during thunder, I’ve read, you wear the wrong colored rain coat.
You have four clenching claws made to tear apart your prey,
or drenching the waterfalls in flames near the park last Tuesday???
A fire-breathing creature created from the old time mythology,
with an acquired seething feature outdated from pre-histology.
Outlined in red your body is full colored greens and yellows,
defined instead, you embody a skully face to scream “HELLO!”
You symbolize potent and auspicious powers full of strength,
I’ve realized it’s important you’re not malicious, but intense.
You’ve summoned the wind and at times called for the rain,
possibly undone what’s been created without falling or pain.
Your good luck charm is number nine, for we shall never part!
you'll never harm me in time, for you have stolen my heart!
*Couplet with added internal rhyme*
Date Written: July 18, 2016
I want to create a jewel with wisdom balance and wealth
I want a little garnet, ruby and topaz in its beauty
I need it to sparkle like a diamond, with the touch of a sapphire
I need it to have loyalty, happiness and sincerity in its vibe
A jewel that can listen and be wise in its eyes
I want to create a jewel, one just for me
My good luck charm
My excellence
My eyes
I dreamed of something silver
Worth its weight in gold
I dreamed I found a necklace
That was something to behold
I dreamed of myself walking
At the end of my tightrope
I dreamed I found a necklace
That would give me hope
I dreamed of rapid changes
So sudden and so right
I dreamed I found a necklace
That would change my life
I dreamed of random chances
And only good fortune
I dreamed I found a necklace
That could only make me grin
I dreamed of consistent smiles
Purely happy harmony
I dreamed I found a necklace
That could cause no misery
I dreamed of a good luck charm
That I would cherish and would toast
I dreamed I found a necklace
But awoke to find a ghost
March 2010
THE MAGIC BROOMSTICK
There is a magic broomstick
Upon which witches ride,
On dark and spooky windy nights
Up into the air it glides.
Soaring over trees and hills
It travels far and wide
The magic cat sits on the back
His black face a grin from side to side.
Mr.Moon peeps through the clouds
As they scud across the sky
He provides light and guidance through the night
As the magic broomstick whizzes by.
The witches cackle as they ride,
They don’t mean any harm,
In pointed hats and long black cloaks
They drop a good luck charm.
So if you look up into the sky
On a dark October night
You’ll most likely see the broomstick
And the witches magic light.
The magic broomstick casts good spells
On children everywhere
Then in a puff of magic smoke
The broomstick vanishes into thin air.
c. Barbara Brewin 1st July 2008
Sunshine’s leisure graces her poise
flapping upward ‘pon nature’s call,
polka-dotted, the field enjoys
buzzes of hum with each landfall;
as cluster of leaves waves its shawl.
The tender ribs of light enshrine
her painted bodice that saves crops,
one wiggle snares pests in whooping line
while harvest thrills bug’s toil, non-stop
farmer's lady, tough yet divine.
Off she skates toward heavenly
a good luck charm that boldly flows,
on moonlit gloss like spring fairy
with dulcet wings, her flight bestows
unmindful of the heap she sows!
Whimsy in English Quintain Contest
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
( Ladybug)
1 May 2013
The waves that hit upon these golden shores
Are a welcome and powerful roar
The water washes my sins so pure
And I sit here, my mind an open door
A person is no more than this
A mind in it's own abyss
Locked in a suit of bliss
When the water whisks
Hearts so full of hate
Will always debate
When you concentrate
On a simple plate
People come and go
Threaten what you know
And strike hateful blows
Leaving scars that don't show
My child how I wish
That things weren't like this
They will tear away your wits
And try to create rifts
We wrote you into our arms
We'll keep you from harm
Even after our last alarm
Our good luck charm
A promise we carry forever
We won't forget it, ever
As you find your leisure
We will give without measure
Always remember this place
Your smile and your grace
You have time for mistakes
A slip is not a final grave
With wings spread wide, above the tide
He soared amongst the clouds
The sea breeze blew and there he flew,
The mighty albatross
He flew to meet an ancient ship
The ice it could not cross
Save noble bird, the saviour
The mighty albatross
The ice began to melt away
The path ahead to cross
A good luck charm, to bring no harm,
The mighty albatross
He spent his days among the crew
Yet fate is but chaos
His days were numbered, very few
The mighty albatross
For then an ancient mariner
An arrow shot across
And thus he fell unto the waves,
The mighty albatross
And as he fell, he cried aloud
While flapping in despair
What foe is this to go and kill
The mighty albatross?
Did I you harm, your good luck charm
From spirits wild of storms
I saved you all, and now I fall
The mighty albatross
Well hear you this, the curse is his
Doom, despair and chaos
And though you’ll try, you will not die
Said mighty albatross
And then the ancient mariner
Unsure he won or lost
His crewmates stared, for he had snared
The mighty albatross
The fog and mist began to lift
But wind nor rain blew cross
For he now wore around his neck
The mighty albatross
Passed nights and days unsure of life
Full of regret, pathos
But not enough to bring to life
The mighty albatross
The sprites who judged the mariner
Had learned what he had lost
The curse began to fade away
Oh mighty albatross
He’s learned of life, so full of strife
A wiser man is he
Through fog he found the light of truth
And passed it on to me.
You look for the shooting star going across the sky.
You look for that pot of gold maybe at the end of a rainbow.
You haven't found it yet so you give up hope.
Then out of no where a star comes out of nowhere.
It isn't like most stars because it is filled with so many things.
So you create a circle for the star to let out its awesomeness.
Each day your days get better as the star shows off its charms
You are his lucky charm.
Bringing him a good luck charm with a pot of love.
On the occasional Tuesday night,
with my mother at work
and my sisters and I
in our pajamas,
my father would invite over
his brothers
and his friends
from the lumberyard
to drink beer and play
five card stud.
I was allowed
to greet each player and
watch the opening hand.
Each man
would arrive with something:
a sixer of canned Budweiser,
a bag of potato chips,
a metal band-aid box
filled with nickels and dimes.
Benny,
the stout and jolly
lumberyard foreman
with his thick skinned paws
and a Popeye tattoo
on his forearm,
would bring chocolate bars-
the king-sized ones
from the candy aisle
at the supermarket-
for my sisters and me.
He was like a blue collar Santa.
Uncle Guy
brought his good luck charm-
a Canadian nickel.
Not knowing that
it was not uncommon,
I was intrigued by the beaver.
My uncle would place
the nickel on the table
next to his vodka on the rocks
and fresh deck of cigarettes
just before the first hand was dealt.
Uncle Buddy,
with his Magnum mustache
and light blue eyes,
would bring his laugh-
a hearty hoot of a laugh
that would be heard,
although somewhat muffled,
through my bedroom walls
long after I brushed my teeth
and was sent to bed.
I’d hear the snap and fizz
of beer cans being opened
and the jingling and jangling
of growing pots
as I lay in my bed,
wide awake with the caffeine
from Benny’s chocolate bars.
Three bangle bracelets
three initial charms, discrete
July birthday gift from my grandkids.
Three bangle bracelets
initially a set complete
until one bangle hit the skids.
Searching for a small bauble
proved very unsuccessful
December has too many places.
Searching for a new bauble
proved equally distressful,
I must buy a whole new bracelet.
Four months later a downpour
caused flooding along our ditch
checking it out, discovery!
Four months later that downpour
had washed my dogie from her niche
April rains had set her free.
Tatterdemalion
she looked deplorable and mangled
having spent months on the street.
Tatterdemalion
she looks adorable, re-bangled
now - good-luck charm – oft-beat.
written May 2, 2017
I feel your presence before the break of dawn
While the night lights above glitter still
And the snowflakes dance in the gentle breeze
Inspiring my dusty quill
I eagerly check my Facebook messages
And find your 'sleep tight' note left last night
Next to that photo with your dreamy eyes
Reminiscent of a chivalrous , military knight
May love journey with you throughout this day
Inspired by my good luck charm on December 1 2015
An artsy faerie of Emerald green
with her dragon Verde can be seen,
deep in the woods by a stump of oak;
this pair were quite creative folks.
A faerie gifted with a talent for carving
though she earned not a single farthing;
she carved and carved for children you see
bunnies, flowers, birds and bees.
Verde would fly into their dreams at night
as they slept beneath bright moonlight;
he’d whisper deep into their ears,
stories to quell all of their fears.
Then softly, he crept to their beds
and lay a carving by their head;
with faerie magic it was imbued;
a gift of magic and wonders true.
A good luck charm for their protection
full of wisdom to give them direction;
for guidance from the elementals,
is that which comes right from the angels.
I miss you Monday,Tuesday,Wednesday,Thursday,Friday..
So happy to see you Saturday and Sunday.
You bring so much joy to my life,
You let my sun shine so bright,your soul is like a flame.
it burns inside of me,you take my breath away,
you are good luck charm,my rabbit's foot
the four leaf clover to my charm.
your spell of happiness and caring and love is casted on me.
your pure in heart,my lovely angel.my shining star
but all i need is you and only you.