Best Houdini Poems

It all started from the age of nine, I fell in love with locks and cuffs,
in and out I go, I saw what I have become, an escape artist is what I am.
The higher I became the more desired I have become, I was an...

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"Houdini Sleeps"



Somewhere in the dark night
all her words flew in scattered fright
like a skyful of black ink in white cloud covered plight 
all murdered crows,
in sleepless vast flight. 

Confederate ghost always close, but never seen,
she walks toward him 
through her walled up dreams. 

Writing was...

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As he walked,
Breathed,
Talked,
Sneezed,
The root of all evil was indeed marinating deep within him,
A natural seasoning,
A cue for treason,
Short side of critical reasoning,
His attire was outfitted for any season,
His shoes covered many miles,
He supressed plenty smiles,
The eradication of the same breath he enjoys
dazzles his need to...

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Back in the 14th century
there was a brash young English lad,
who always got his kicks
from doing something bad,

Getting tired of being reprimanded,
and his life not going anywhere,
Evil Knieval built himself a device,
that would surely cause him fanfare,

Posting his upcoming special event
on all the different merchants...

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"I'll be back!"
Houdini said it.
They meet 
same day each year,
the anniversary of his death;
wait for the great illusionist
to pull a rabbit from a hat,
himself from out of the grave.
"If one exists,"
they  say,
"a trapdoor in heaven
or an elevator in hell,
he will fine it--
Houdini will."

For writers
all...

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Several years ago we had a visit from a little mouse
He had his own home we didn’t want him in our house
He scurried across the floor hoping we didn’t see
I said lets set the trap so we could be mouse free

The trap was loaded with...

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They say love is magical,
and I agree.
For something so strong,
so apparent, to dissolve 
so quickly- it must be. 

Just like that, there was
nothing. 
No midnight words to 
drown the sorrow.
No eager hug to ease
the pain. 
No frozen kiss to form
the bridge to forever....

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Locked in a straight jacket,
Struggling to break free,
I have no escape route,
No magicians key,
Bound by the trappings,
Of life's locks and chains,
On the verge of breaking,
Trying to stay sane,
I'll lie here inert,
Maybe stillness is the key,
Perhaps someone will come,
Let me out and set me free,
I have...

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Houdini wanted proof of life after death
He would do anything to get it
He tried a variety of things
Nothing worked, to his disgust

He offered big fortunes
But alas, it did not happen for him.
On this earth, in this flesh body.
But then he reached heaven.

Or was it? He...

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an example of tragic magic, the death of Harry Houdini...

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