Houdini Poems - Poems about Houdini

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 was surrounded by spirit. They were giggling and whispering. He was tied...

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

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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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"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 like music to her. High notes. Low notes. Hidden keys....

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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 words are magic; a postcard from a far off place, composed 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 doors, when the day finally arrived, there were people there by the...

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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...

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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 cause pain and suffering. He likes to be the Big Bad...

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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 a little bit of bread Next time we looked no bread...

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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 no clever way out, For I am no Houdini, I have no...

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