Why my mind flies in the blue skies?
Why is what wroth warden wonders. Yet
I stand handcuffed in a block of ice
By the hands of time: my eternal threat.
I am a fish inside a net; like a fly that toils
In the black grunting belly of a web.
Even an odd blade of leaning grass can cut
A web by threads;
flickering red flames can save, save a heart
that profusely hurts.
I fear not the chains and the concrete walls
I fear not death nor the Grim Reaper’s calls
I fear the man I have been and built
I fear, like Oedipus; my fate is sealed.
Six feet deep below my cold skin,
I lie truly deep with things unseen
The alarming bangs of locks are key,
But they don’t ring a bell.
All walls fall; as bold as they may be.
I evaded the wards of hell
But even Harry Houdini couldn’t escape himself
So I stand stacked against my locked mental shelf,
Categories:
harry houdini, truth,
Form: Free verse
My grandson’s discovered Houdini;
He loves to get trapped and escape.
His grandpa knows just how to trap him
‘Til he wriggles free with not a scrape.
I wonder if Harry Houdini
Had a grandpa who’d tickle and tease,
Causing giggles and shouts of enjoyment
With every snuggle and squeeze.
If he did, maybe we’d not have heard of
The most famous escapist of all
For the fun’s being trapped, not escaping,
If you have a fun grandpa on call!
Categories:
harry houdini, grandson,
Form: Rhyme
Great, legendary Harry Houdini
Ruled the roost during his hey day.
Enthralling the world with magic tricks
And death-defying stunts. He loomed large.
The greatest magician of all time, most say.
Escape-artist he certainly was!
Shackled in chains, or tied up with ropes
Cap-a-pie, and submerged under water, in...
A desperate race against time, he expeditiously
Plans his suspenseful great escape before an
Entertained, captivated audience. He was one of a kind!
Great Escape Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Date written and submitted: 01/12/2020
Categories:
harry houdini, celebrity, imagery, magic, tribute,
Form: Acrostic
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 illusionist ,a master escapologist, I have no fear, because I am free no matter where they chained me or shakkled me . I' am an artist and that is how i will always be, a perfectionist of majic always keeping my audience in a deep wonder. people may say I am insane the master of chains, but what they don't know is that I am master of my own domain.
I am ingenious in my own ways a misunderstood artist is what I have to say.A hater of mysticism a believer of the after life. My legacy will never go away because I am Houdini
the best escape artist of all time, I will never die my majic will always keep people alive even through this time!!
Categories:
harry houdini, magic,
Form: Carpe Diem
Harry Houdini
the greatest escape artist
did not escape death
Categories:
harry houdini, death, magic,
Form: Haiku
The Mysterious Crystal Ball
Is this glass sphere a Gothic masterpiece of time
or a mere ball of glass with no significance at all
The Crystal Ball to a scorceror or fortune teller
is an amazing camera obscurer window to the future.
When people of all walks of life, want to know what
their fortune will be, they are told by the user of this
medium, be it true or false, relies mainly on luck or chance.
Back in the days of the great Harry Houdini, this innocent
Crystal Ball, was used for a darker side, to swindle people
out of their life savings, when used by evil pretenders in
seances but these criminals were exposed by the master
illusionist himself, Harry Houdini, which goes to prove
there is an evil purpose for everything.
Categories:
harry houdini, dark,
Form: Free verse
Skin pale white,
her hospital gown,
a moth filled wedding dress.
straps and shackles tie her down
like a corset;
more buckles and ties than Harry Houdini.
she frantically turns
toward the door
like a two year old
throwing a temper tantrum,
her hands wrapped around her body,
hugging her own hips.
Fingernails cut down to the cuticle
just in case she had any ideas.
Dirty blonde hair becoming static
as if she rubbed a balloon on her scalp
a head of tranquility, restless hair from sex.
Panting,
like a winded dog chasing its ball,
Her lips caught me off guard,
They were blue, not like
the cold midnight sky,
but a body
bound for hypothermia
longing for freedom from restraint.
That is my psychological diagnosis
Categories:
harry houdini, depression, life, sadhair,
Form: Free verse
He was always in and out of work
It wasn't that he liked to shirk,
he didn't keep a job for long
because his attitude was wrong.
Then one day early in the spring
he started doing conjuring,
until he had a chance to go
to a top magicians show.
He quickly took in what he saw
and seized his chance to take the floor,
a straight-jacket lay on the ground
the challenge offered all around.
His reputation quickly grew
and all the people round him knew,
that in his field he would be king
he could escape from anything.
They locked him in a police cell
but he escaped from that as well,
they dropped him in the icy sea
bound in chains but he broke free.
For many years he reigned supreme
he was the greatest ever seen,
but then one day while racked with pain
set out to play his deadly game.
When lowered in a water tank
chained hand and foot he quickly sank,
though filled with pain, he showed no strife
but this stunt was his last in life.
The day Harry Houdini died
many many people cried,
he said he would come back one day
but so far hasn't found a way.
Categories:
harry houdini, death, people, sad, social,
Form: Rhyme