The Napping Cauldron
The rusty cauldron fell asleep
(he wasn't a creep)
in his bathtub by a charcoaled tree.
That was the last time you see
he filled up his tub with chamomile tea.
In his nightmare he was being polished by a happy
family of four in a
beautiful garden designed by the pappy.
He woke up on the first of November and
he felt really bad,
and
very mad.
He’d missed being used to (he felt
sad) hold the vodka punch drink
at Elmwood High Halloween Dance. He felt
so so bad and mad he couldn’t even blink.
the ghost was slippery, he outfoxed the wizard tonight
Took over the cauldron, for he was big, bold, white and bright.
The other animals were astounded that he got his own way
But this ghost is overbearing, every night, every day.
He poured in some liquids and said words no one had ever heard
They thought for a while he was being silly, rather absurd
Bubbling and swishing suddenly in the cauldron occurred
Something amazing was happening, we were all reassured.
Henrietta Hitch had done it again
I know because I am one of her kin
we all ran over to try to shake her awake
it took an army of relatives and an earthquake
You hypnotized yourself again, her mother chided her
Henrietta came around suddenly, the cauldron gave a purr
we all turned around to see that it was doing a spell by itself
You need to retire that thing, her mother said. Put it back on a shelf.
What none of us knew in that magical witch-like dell,
Was that Henrietta was completely under the cauldron’s spell
The cauldron was waiting for Henrietta to do her bidding.
She sent us packing, saying “I’m not kidding!”
Would it be open for fluid intake?
I pushed on the door and yes, it yielded.
What would we order for our thirst to slake?
The welcome was friendly, our hopes were exceeded.
Across from the bar with beer in our hands
relieved to be seated we soon felt restored.
With a mile to go we no longer had pangs
as we gathered ourselves and set out toward
the car. Outward we'd clambered four miles
It was an extra mile returning, though
it took at least an hour less and the trials
were less risky – just damn midges as foe.
The witch’s words begin to cackle,
her jargon hard to understand.
With grace adding in the taste,
style matters most of all.
Don’t believe a thing.
Parlor effects,
that’s magick
cauldrons
bake.
i dived into the cauldron of magic potion
silver steam curled, the stars grew bright
swallowed whole by a swirling ocean
of whispers, wonders, endless light
my bones dissolved, my name untied
unraveled threads of who i’d been
the past was dust, the future wide
a thousand selves danced deep within
golden flames licked at my skin
turning sorrow into song
each breath became a voice of wind
calling me where i belong
the cauldron sang, the world stood still
i rose anew with ancient sight
woven of shadow, flame, and will
a being of dawn, of death, of night
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion,
desiring to become a new person.
My troubled heart was pulling me apart,
interrupting the tranquil flow of my mind.
Diving into the cauldron was a huge delight;
I hoped to rid myself of the dark energy that had cocooned me.
As I sank to the bottom of the cauldron,
sparks of light danced around me,
filling me with both excitement and surprise.
Suddenly, I found myself rising, standing upright.
The sparks of light moved away from me,
forming a whorl of light in front of me.
A woman emerged from the light,
stepping closer to hold my hands.
She told me to be strong and resilient,
explaining that turbulence strengthens the mind and provides deeper insight.
“I’ll always love you,” she said,
before disappearing into the potion,
and tears streamed down my cheeks.
When I emerged from the potion,
the sage looked at me and smiled.
He understood my encounter.
“You were too hasty,” he said.
He advised me to heed the words I had heard:
“Her soul lives in the potion of magical light,” he smiled.
February 21, 2025.
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion and…
out came a bass guitar
Deep Purple called me up
and asked me to be their Star
So zoom zoom zing
I started to play that thing
when my mentor came to me
and asked me to sing
Sure I will Glenn, anything you say
I can play this darn bass for hours of the day
But my voice is a little rusty even though I’ll try
Please don’t feel sad or even go and cry
Now the magical bass was hopping
And all the women were sobbing
Listen to my bass lines roar
And get to dancing with the bopping
and in my dream I plunge deep
into a magic cauldron
it is not a pot, vat, or tank
not a vessel of any kind
but a turquois ocean
where blue waves crash over me
I plummet and vanish
down, down to swim with pretty fish
swallowing a sweet elixir
a powerful liquid and potion
magically warming my body
I feel enchantment and fascination
rising to the surface I float
on the vastness of the ocean
under a wide azure sky
I notice sea birds gliding
land must be close
and it is . . .
an island lush and green appears
swimming to the sandy shore
I am struck by singing bird
a thousand voices loud
filled with an illusion of peace
and tranquility
I submerge myself into a jungle
and the sounds and scents
the flower blooms and hues of greens
and oh, those birds, divine
I linger there
until ... I wake in my bed
to dawn birds chirping
You just walked away giving sudden shock .
My emotive urges were choked being blocked,
Entrance of my consciousness was closed and locked.
I dived into the cauldron of Magic Potion ,
swimming and sinking in vague hazy notion.
Between conscious and subconscious state
I was neither to believe nor to accept,
actually you didn't look back even, but left.
I dived into the cauldron of Magic Potion
wishing intensity on dilution
Woke up from dreamy dormant drowsy desire
Me almost shattered losing you for ever.
‘There was no chance of your return’, I was clear.
I dived into the cauldron of Magic Potion
and again to gain burning sensation.
Magic potion didn’t work giving me relief.
Took a chance being unaware of belief.
Pain persisting on humiliation and grief.
I dived into the cauldron of Magic Potion
and all in vain ! No recovery action.
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion.
I found myself on a wavy, whirly ocean.
My little boat has holes. Anytime it could sink.
Water skins gone empty, I had no drop to drink.
Jellyfish, lionfish, sea urchins, and stingray
How could I from these cruel creatures stay away?
Hungry and thirsty, I find no lighthouse around.
From churches, why do I not hear any bell sound?
I had spent my life seeking to find its meaning.
Towards salvation has ever been my leaning.
I feel I am moving towards it in this sail.
I feel in my adventure I will never fail.
The cauldron of magic potion
I dived into one time.
It bubbled with such effervescence
that I could not resist.
It drew me into the potion
– as do the waves
of the sparkling ocean.
With its most delicious taste
my lips were kissed,
for the potion is passion-sweet,
but you will discover
if you dive into it too,
romance you imbibe will be fleeting.
For love to be complete,
you must find the other cauldron
whose magic is a love that is true!
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion
And saw my prince charming’s clear reflection
With bouquet of roses and a big box of chocolate
All for me on this coming Valentine’s date.
My heart was pounding in admiration and joy
He was so handsome, fair and tall. Oh, boy!
As I swam deeper, down into its bottom room
He became a wizard and I, a witch with a broom.
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion
And saw my prince charming’s magical reaction
Hats off before me to offer all his lovely gifts
And went out with me and my broom as our lift.
My heart was rejoicing with great happiness
For celebrating hearts’ day amidst singleness
This year’s Valentines Day has given me a great treat
A sweetheart in the eyes of people I’m going to meet.
She said she was a white witch;
Her spells were all benign.
If I dived into her cauldron,
I’d come out feeling fine.
It was full of magic potions,
Selected with great care,
Guaranteed to benefit
Anyone who’d dare.
She seemed a nice old lady
Who wouldn’t hurt a fly.
So, throwing caution to the wind,
I gave the thing a try.
I dived into the cauldron
And joyfully submerged.
But, alas, I was an ugly frog
When I finally emerged.
Now I live in a smelly pond.
How did it come to this?
If there’s a princess out there,
Please come and give me a kiss.
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion and transformed into the person who I was.ME !
The Me that was missing pieces that felt so deeply about things.
The Me that had that innocence of a child ,who looked at everything in life with amazement and marveled at the wonders of life.
The Me who lived with the Magic that life is to be savored and lived for each moment.
The ME who appreciated the little things in life and believed that the world is a beautiful place full of wonders and so much possibilities.
Before I dived into that Magic potion I was in a dark place.
I felt dead inside ,the Magic was gone
It seize to exist. My heart stopped beating
I was numb,I could feel anymore
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion to be "Reborn"
To become Me
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