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 to a chair.
He felt their presence but he was locked down.
Is this hell? He wondered. Or purgatory or what?
The spirits refused to tell him, leaving him as confused in spirit
As he had been in flesh.
It was a consternation for sure.
Categories:
houdini, history,
Form: Free verse
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.
Categories:
houdini, beautiful, betrayal, cry, deep,
Form: Free verse
"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.
She thought about tattoos.
Hers were silent. Her words and images
were on the tip of her tongue.
Hidden Key.
Houdini. Sleeps.
(Lovejoy-Burton/August 2012)
Categories:
houdini, dream, imagery, love, magic,
Form: Romanticism
"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 life--
incantation of rhyme,
potions of sound to spell,
forming lovers from basic clay,
gods and goddesses
from those that simply stay,
won't wash away
after the first rain
or the first gushing vein.
God spoke the world
into creation we are told;
so we imitate
with tongues,
discarding to the shredder
not the truth of living words
but lies
that just don't die on their own;
when not amended
wrongly punctuate and roam....
Categories:
houdini, allegory, analogy, death, dedication,
Form: Rhyme
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:
houdini, magic,
Form: Carpe Diem
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 Wolf,
Follows his prey and performs a Houdini act,
Dangerous is an understatement,
Violence and cruelty is the aftermath,
He doesn’t know any better,
Desensitization at its finest,
He takes pride in adding the minus,
He takes pride in fulfilling his addiction to adding the minus.
Categories:
houdini, dark, life, pain, violence,
Form: Free verse
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 and the mouse he had fled
So again the trap was loaded with cheese for a little treat
The cheese then disappeared and the mouse it did retreat
I called the mouse Houdini in honour of the man
He was like the escapologist and would get free if he can
Again the trap was loaded with a tasty little treat
Houdini he would grab it and scurry off to eat
By now Houdini was eating us out of house and home
I was getting quite fed up he wouldn’t leave us on our own
Again the trap was loaded and left by the kitchen door
This time poor Houdini didn’t escape and he is with us no more
RIP Little Mouse
Jan Allison
4th July 2014
Categories:
houdini, animal, death, remember,
Form: Rhyme
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 great illusions,
I'm right here, why can't you see me.
Categories:
houdini, angst, me,
Form: I do not know?