Levitation Poems

Feel The Magic Of The Necromancer

Watch the magician place magic in her hat 
feel the incantation as she,  
in stealth-like fashion 
                                 feasts one eye on you.... 
She is an alchemist with a sword of illusion 
rabbit tricks hold you spellbound;
Blurring the lines between fantasy and reality 
with the sleight of her hand 
she transforms and vanishes !
Zig zag lady tricks,  divided into sections 
high magic, low magic 
a benevolent white dove appears 

Observe carefully the magic that occurs
Chronometer moments vanishing time
luxurious ships are launched,  
                                        inside your mind !   
Hypno-levitation wands and magical performances 
a necromancer holding alchemy in her bare hands.

Bilocation

Lapses in mindscape lane don't 
denote being fantastical,
subconscious realm portrayed
by vivid thoughts as Déjà vu.
The body lingers and ages but
the Psyche, new as dew. 

Countless times, 
a reminder of certainty 
that I was seen somewhere 
when in reality, 
staring inquisitively 
into my TV. 
Then I pondered, did 
I unknowingly fall into a trance,
Or did time travel come knocking 
unexpectedly?
and even if it did, again, 
the lapses don't come to light.

Dreams are pathways to 
meditation, that birth
happenings unknown 
to this world. But the body
is a shield to absolute 
exploration of cognisance.
My imaginary circus yawns 
for transportation and 
these scenarios distinctively 
and simultaneously 
visualize without limitations.

Not a pause for impossibility, 
we see levitation happen as a tornado, 
I can only imagine a gust of parading 
doppelganger, I'm just not the witch elevating. 
But my illusioned awareness puts me in diverse places through manifestation and imagery conception.

Bilocation

Sounds like bile with relocation, wish to be elsewhere;
Double vision, apparition, somewhere, nowhere, there;

Concurrence, recurrence, boomerang or doppelganger;
concentration, adaptation, cliff-hanger levitation.

Mirror combinations put Alice through the looking glass
sleeping in illusions or dreams of revolution. 

Visitors in time machines leave traces in the places
they invaded - rearranging the derangement of your faces.

How could anything be true, if there were two of you?
Double crossing, double speak, double nothing, no clue.

And Here's Your Change

                           With imagination
                 And some visualization
       I was able to change my situation
     No need for congratulation
           Working on changing my vibration
           With all levels of levitation
        Hardest part is the anticipation
                      Must avoid all mental frustration
              Just relaying this bit of information
          With this, my only form of communication

Job, There Is Forever

Sturgeon Moon
So soon
Summer slips through our fingers
Our own version of Michigan underwater beasts
Ogling the luminous bellies of boats swimming down Clam River

Dockside a roar with Ahab revelers

I have seen millions of moons
Leaping on the midnight ripples of Torch Lake

I have seen hills and pointes that darkly roll and rise
Inviting levitation
A cheer from our bow
Fireball shot

Looks like home but isn’t
We float down the shore with flashlights

I have seen a picture taken at the lakeside campfire
My wife and I
Standing in the gaps of our four sitting children

Six orange hooded faces
Without bodies
Eyes round as owls
Looking out from the tree of life

I cup my mouth with astonishment.

Stagnant Travel

flights of thought suspended
emotions postponed
scintillations unravelled
circular stagnation
levitation time warped

inside the Buddha meets trepidation
loincloth gets looser
scent candles burn blisters
on sandalwood base
fused with a valley of tears

a river flows backwards
in which one cannot swim twice

third time fortunate
he finds middle ground
inspired by expiration
middle way between
desperation and movement

Creating a Nation

Meditation
Elevation
Exploration
Inspiration
Motivation
Divination
Levitation
Reincarnation
Vacation
Preparation
Elation
Conversation
Rumination
Cultivation
Curation
Communication
Relocation
Dedication
Continuation

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Aquittal

as if drawn by an invisible jury

the mood inched closer

to adjunction

incrementally and with

unbearable slowness of progress

it nibbled away at sizeable apathy

pinched a tiny chard of gloom

until the clouds burst into silent tears


not without questioning the sanity

of its success neurons returned

to previous still rusty function

redefined normality 

of what was to become

not without mocking 

waste and waistline

as if to say

you need a belly ring for flotation

it will ground you when levitation

takes the mood swings too far


the verdict not guilty

merely colluding as a minor offence

released on bail

no further injunctions

and hard work ahead


24th September 2022

Summer's Magic Show

Summer's Magic Show

Summer's traveling magic show,
Forest prestidigitation,
Hocus Pocus!  Leaves on boughs grow
Frogs from tadpoles hibernation
Shape shifting clouds
Lifts winter's shroud.

Butterfly cocoons conjured slow
Constellation levitation,
Apple blossom spells - fruits do sow
Robin's eggs - bird transformation
Magic mystic
Tricks artistic.

6-18-22
Contest: Posie Poetryms
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Syllable checked www.howmanysyllables
Rhymes checked: www.rhymnezone
Posie Form

Spindrift

he crossed his weary legs on the beach and meditated

breathed in and out quietly to the tune of tidal composure 

unaware that drift sand and flood would cause him to rise

over and above consciousness but levitation would heal

him from suffering when he felt a tickle on his third eye

as the lotus flower submerged he felt the kiss of a dolphin


24th May 2021

Bite Size Poetry 2 Contest

Sponsor Line Gauthier

Beyond Control

just thinking … that emotion is the new reason

unadulterated feeling removed from the brink of

a showcase of intuition relieved and narrated by

the heart at the threshold of sentiment and passion


conscience on the royal road to magic sensations

when the hyena of analysis morphs into a dolphin

a unicorn pokes the terrified bubble of the mind

and driftwood flies to the tune of a universal soul 


recycled trash dissolves the mental heap of tips

of an iceberg polar bears and penguins transcend

madness as cure for insanity and crazy bedlam

if you discard the straightjacket of conjecture


refute the shackles prise open trapdoor’s springs

refuse to mediate between prescriptions and levitation

encourage the sleeping giant to rise to the challenge

stop to engage with a dangerous theatre of rationale


when bells and whistles chime and synapses jingle

and an inner pied piper heals the rat race of cogitation

the cogs of internal hamster wheels come off the trolley

spin on an axis of intuition and alite from just thinking


30th December 2020

Tinted Thoughts

“The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.”
Quote By: Marcus Aurelius 



Tinted in hues that I never imagined 
this pilgrim soul has ventured farther then ever before
together as one encumbered with deeds unexplained 
claiming the winds of change as culprits and friends; 
I plucked out strange thoughts like plums from a tree 
thanking the summers of June for their warmth 
choosing fruition of imagination over logical thought   
and as the polar lights of my mind ignited, 
I watched in childlike wonder as a levitation of color arose 
in my heart .

Consummation

CONSUMMATION

I can smell the perfume of your breathe
My heart baths with the steam of your love
Am a charmist entangled by your portion
Stuck in your honey web fantasy
Just a small intrinsic charm
My expression from your depth without limits
Now is the beginning of endless levitation
Wake me up when its November
Because I will be gone with this body matrimony
Arouse the beauty and the beast from sleep
Now the beast's run wild under your skin
Words pouring down aimlessly
Ecstasy drives you mad into coma
Groan as one in labour little vixen
Moan in the den of unbridled pleasure
Lighted-up with caress in this sensational execution
None quenches your fire until it reaches org**m
Surrender to this sweetness that kills you by inches

VickWizzy.
Written by: Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2016.

Oceans Apart

gravity craves in the sky

weightless surrender -

comet reaches rock bottom


tides foam a lullaby

crested lengths wave -

ripples focus underneath


horizon lingers abreast

pain drenched capture -

currents expose lost hope


a life buoy tied to an anchor

flare soaked in life’s blood -

cess pool seizes cessation


atlantis meet nirvana

tranquility draws in the sand-

jetsam leads the way


the saviour dies dried tears

an offering’s nail to the cross -

hobgoblin mocks the journey


drift wood walks on water

parts with seven wild seas -

beach hut shelters new dreams


a lonely star fish grants company

octopus offers eight fold path -

tentacles points to serenity


shooting star recovers attraction

wings hardship and meaning -

levitation mediates sorrow


earth-wind meets fire

mermaid shares fins -

life life rescues calm voyage


07th February 2020

Levitation

Twenty minutes after 
strangled candles

have been left without a neck 
to brace the branches on the tree hanging lower

and calm has conquered & completely
overtaken deafened choir -

their note of silence dangled
like a lost set of novelist’s keys

directing ground turn to sky
for eyes of a mother now unflocked to fly -

you knead me at the bakery no one knew existed 
who watched it burn, outright, all night

the night before you & me
we go anywhere together we want to go,

the pulse of my palm pressed against your ploy to pry.

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