Best Magician Poems
God open his hands
light fell to earth in shards
Of cherry blossoms
God laughed like flowers
Scattering petals of joy
The eyes bloom rainbows
God gave gifts of clouds
As pillows for love to dream
On white hibiscus.
Black Powder
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He waits offstage, his posture tense,
his gaze locked on the audience -
his first in years.
He blots the sweat that wets his face,
then walks onstage and gets in place,
amidst their cheers.
In bowtie, vest and dinner tails,
he's dressed down to his fingernails.
His face is flushed.
His eyes close tight, his breathing slows,
beyond his sight, the tension grows
The house is hushed...
If he can pull from knurled old trunks,
the Magic that their world debunks,
he can pretend
(at least until the curtain rolls)
it's still his show, and he controls
it in the end.
Illusion casts no lasting spell.
No, in conclusion, he's not well,
so... shifting gears,
he lifts his hat to loud applause,
black powder sifting out like gauze...
and disappears... *
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The Magician
The magician,
Inside my heart,
Fascinates and conjures,
To make me believe in,
How wonderful the life can be,
Amazingly vibrant colours,
Heathering into soul,
Memories etched in time!
Octodil- 4-4-6-6-8-8-6-6
On arena 5- magician
Written Jan 31st, 2015
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest "Tarot cards" by Nette Onclaud
Awarded 4th place
I would turn:
Sorrow and pain,
to sunshine and rain;
thirst, to crystal clear springs.
Tears and hunger
to food and laughter;
hate, to love of all beings.
Gossip and greed;
aid for those in need;
wars to celebrations of peace.
Envy and pride
to gratitude and smiles
and herbs to cure every disease.
June 23, 2014
Contest: One Day's Magic
Sponsor: Freddie Vee
Caerphilly is a small town
Famous for its cheese
Has a castle looks like its falling down
With a Moat around with geese
Outside now stands a large Statue,
It needed to be big he would boast.
Thats what the nature of this man
Big, but stupid loved by most
Its a statue of Tommy Cooper
Comedian a magician that fails
Wore a Fez as his trademark
Born here in Wales
The sculptors name is James Done
A great friend of mine
Has a wicked sense of humour
Smiling all the time
Jim isnt Welsh boohoo
Though he's lived here a long time
Regards himself as proxy Welsh
Though his accent sounds like Tyne
The day Tommy's statue was presented
Was done by Sir Anthony Hopkins no less
Who mentioned he would have loved
To have met Tommy in the flesh
Now it stands there for all to see
The larger than life comedian
Well done Jim your Bronze is f.c.
Can even be seen in *Torfaen"
The link goes directly to the Tommy Cooper site showing pictures of the statues. Mentioning James Done the sculptor.
Torfaen (torfine) is an area next to Caerphilly
f.c. First class
http://www.thetommycoopersociety.org/statue.aspx
Dated 23 January 2013
Hocus...
Crocus!
* Placed 3rd in Brian Strand's contest, "April Footle".
He issues assists
on the hard basketball court
with no-look passes.
There was a murmur in town, everyone was whispering
Be careful all the ladies ,The trader of love is coming back to our city
He'll knock on every door, but keep the locks on
Once you see him in the eye, inevitable is leaving his sight
The guy:
I AM a magician a magician
most charming of lovers
I take a heart and give one in return
I trade in love
I win the game of hearts by losing my own
Whatever people say about me is fallacious
I don't do seduction neither before taking heart I ask for permission
I am a magicain A magician, I have the magic of love
The girl who fall in love:
My heart was lonely
You played the game of love so beautifully
That I often lie awake all night long
My heart my brain everything is bewilder
Since the moment you have crossed my path
O magician of Love, O magician of love
With your games you have conquered my heart
Now after stealing my peace, my heart and my sleep
Don't go anywhere with all these things
Why you tantalize me by coming in my dreams
Making me plunge in air but reality turning into grief
My heart is yours, so come in these arms
O white women, my lover is different
He's a white man, the best in millions
His hair are as blonde as pieces of gold
His eyes are that of dove, washed by milk and full of love
His lips are like scarlet and lillies, and his cheeks as red as rose
Are you really so beautiful or is it an illusion
O tell me na, you are a magician, a magician
Through the way of my eyes, you enter the path to my heart
Just like the serpent of Eden, you have stucked me in vortex
By showing the desire of love, you have made me a lover
The girls are now curious whether you'll stay or not
I am mad in your love, have mercy on my condition
Show me your magic, O magician O Magician
And the guy replied I am a magician a magician
The most charming amongst lovers
I can eviscerate your heart in seconds
And your senses will be finished,
The only thing you'll do shall be to love me
Don't you dare think me wrong
I have written your name on my heart's wall
Keep your carriage ready, your veil on
Any second I am coming to take you home
Just wait a few days, don't worry about my reputation
I am different now, I am a magicain a magician,
50 lines
For the contest"8 Word Challenge"
Sponsor"John Green"
My God Is a Magician
When I lost hope,
He brings hope,
Where I can’t see,
He opened my eyes,
When they say is end of me,
He threw the blood of Jesus in me and save my life,
When I am in pain,
He remind me of pin felt on the cross and all my pains faded,
When a spell is sent against me,
He shouted number 12 to my ears and all spells dispersed,
When they have a meeting against me,
He divert their whispers to my ears,
They celebrated my fall,
He pick me up and lift my head and I rise.
They destroy my life and my things in the night,
When the sun rises he restores my life and all my things,
When they expect me to cry,
Tear fell from Jesus eye on the cross,
And I laugh instead,
For my God, my God is a Magician.
For seven days I perform magic for a crescent 6 year-old girl.
I bring rainbows indoors with an arc that wraps itself around her curiosity. I bring stories/fairy-tales to life. Fire-breathing dragons: secret potions, kings, princes and of course the princess in a castle---all this, under the umbrella of sprawled worn blanket that reminds us of comfort. This is our castle.
I take such things as “owies” and tummy aches and make them “go away” (as she asks) with a simple kiss from my natural lips and reluctant smile. I spin nightmares feverishly until the demons become bright-colored-big-eyed unassuming creatures (How cute she says giggling)
I am a true magician, a magnificent walking circus---that is, until she leaves me for 7 days. There is no “magic” within those 168 hours.
Fireflies mock me for 10,080 minutes. No bioluminescence during twilight. A shadowless window frame.
I am no match for these 604,800 seconds---I can’t apply pressure to them: run, run, run faster! The concept of speeding up the process does not exist here. These seconds have proven to be adversarial, each and every one of them.
I am not a magician. Rather, a father, missing his daughter searching for reminders for 7 days within a home filled with lifeless dolls: clothes waiting to take form, walls waiting for that echo--a raspy little cartoon voice. Floors anticipating to be destroyed by little feet, she is their Monster! There is a reminder in everything, everything lacks her substance.
I walk through the weight of the day contemplating how I am going to one day tell her that daddy is not a magician, just a fraud. And just when I think I have my grand speech perfected I look down at my left wrist: a pink hair tie, a black hair tie, a purple hair tie, a yellow hair tie, a rubber band---each day it’s different; subconsciously I have wrapped one around my wrist. And no matter where I am (and many times at the most unexpected places), at that very poignant moment, with that one reminder I start to think to myself “maybe, just maybe, I am…...”
How long will I have to write rhymes?
Till the time I accept the logic?
Watch it! You’re caught and fastened by fossils,
No Entry, Kill Bill, with ease as ya see!
With Illmatic words, overheard by not many,
Quick to overlook fundamentals,
Society is sick, don’t listen, and has nil higher wisdom,
Will wise words ever call for them?
Mindsets from a different system,
Blessings Hard!
Remember, with rhythm right from the start,
I said I’m repping my poetry, unleashed and attacking fast,
Am I crazy? Am I insane?
Language gives us divine pathways,
Alternative creative waves of thought,
Do you choose well? Or do you choose evil?
Which way you go only grows by what you follow,
The Poetic Picasso, on all levels, high and down low,
Bringing confusing concepts overflowing with flows,
Futuristic proverbs glowing, energy blasts frequencies above Adam,
Entangled subatomic atoms,
Quantum Phantoms intertwined with rhythm and rhyme,
Climb both horizons, colliding with written lines,
My superpowers devour your cloud nine,
The nineties, I questioned societies,
Schemers seen, teams of psychopaths secret and unseen,
The advantage?
Bridging things misunderstood,
Look you should sight the potential crooks,
By reading alternative books,
Its hooked me psychologically, The keys of Philosophy,
It takes and shakes my psyche with wizardry,
Legendary idioms we witness as we read.
Seem to be constructive and productive,
I just love this poetry writing stuff,
Handcuff me to a pen and pad,
Sacred knowledge lands,
Understanding right where I want it,
Fronting fears and switching up,
When’s it enough? Tired of wearing ear muffs,
Liars and social dividers connect,
Recollect through intellect and recalling,
Don’t stall, you will fall forever,
Ruled, on auto pilot, never ever seeking,
An ignorant conscious mind,
Easy to find, walking the streets,
Who kick it with peeps who are asleep,
Beep Beep, Acceleration star ship, nothing is too steep,
I keep what is wise, reaping the rewards of repetition,
The Story Rhyme Magician.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 30.8.2016
The hand of magician
Rises up in the air
The dove flies gracefully
Making a full circle
And landing on the horizon
He lifts his other hand
And the obelisk shoots up
And reaches the sky
In the middle of ocean
With the ripples of water
Delivering the message
To the stunned world
He nodes his head
And the oasis blossoms
In the Sahara desert
With lavish palm trees
And lakes of youth elixir
That makes people drunk
With the wild hope
He knocks ground with his foot
And the mountain rises
That reaches the heaven
Touching moon and sun’s
Burning fiery wings
He hits the ground with
His other foot
And the earth opens up
With the fires of Hades
And consumes the magician
Who performed miracles
And he thought he was
The god
Look Closely
Black silk top hat
Upon greasy hair sat
White gloved, quick hands
Graceful gestures, gestures grand
Speaks nonsense but mostly,
"Watch me now, look closely!"
Sly smile, glint in eye
"You sucker", they imply
Swift movements over here
Draw my eyes, my gaze steer
Magic moving fast and ghostly
He continues to croon, "look closely"
The ears hear but not the eyes
"Look closely", magic lies.
I offer new lamp of happiness
Give me the old rusty ones
Of grief, anguish and sadness
I give new ones to one that shuns
I am the magician wandering
In the hustling streets of Baghdad
To seek magic lamp to be a King
And go on holidays to Trinidad
What I am seeking they know not
Infidelity of happiness, you ask me
What I’m offering they haven’t got
Treasure of anguish I’ll get for free
Pain and agony –everlasting treasures
Their fidelity is tested and tried
They cleanse soul in no mean measures
What you call trash, I’ave always eyed
I’m sorry
I can’t help it … this is how I feel
You are a magician
Everything was an illusion
None of it was real
Crazy thing is you don’t pull a rabbit out of a hat
You lie
You deceive
Then you disappear just like that
So don’t let me interrupt
Continue with your wretched show
Just remember this
In the end we all reap what we sow