Long Magic spell Poems
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She's a tiny floweret
between buds and orchid blooms
She's a beauty pouring perfume
in light shades of lilac hues
She's a fearless butterfly
A winged vision in the sky
that soars,that flutters by
Spreading spring dew in my life .
She's the twilight's softest music
She's a song that never dies
And Oh , those noichettes eyes
own the glint of fireflies .
She loves to help me bake
She's my true sweet cuppy cake
Mischief 's rose blushes her face
Cheeky girl who knows her ways
Ways to make her mama sigh
and to earn her fond embrace .
She's my daughter,She's a pearl
still protected in my shell
Till that time a day will come
when all faries become myths
and the world would steal such bliss
Till that time a day will come
and I loose my magic spell
But today She is my girl
Our shared rhymes play in her dream
She's a princess ,I'm her queen
Till today papa 's her hero
He's the shadow of her smile
Till tonight, my arms Her cradle
Blissed this dream ,this girl is mine
She's the Present , She 's sublime
She' s where heart and soul entwine.
Dedicated to my loving daughter Christina who is two 32months old :)
You recall his every feature—
his unique laugh
and sexy smile,
his exuberance, magnified by his zest for life.
Sifting the ashes of love and grief,
smiles and tears mingle with your pain;
and yet, time fails to subdue Death's impact.
You feared the ugliness of Death,
when you looked upon his face,
and said goodbye with a kiss.
Your heart, tethered to the past,
falls prey to memory's magic spell:
as selective thoughts console your soul.
And forever feelings surface,
carried by an emotional tide
that causes you to stumble for support,
reflecting on the life you've shared.
Holding hands once kindled longings,
that fueled passion's flame
and made life worth living.
Yet now, it's time to shed one final tear,
and let it water your withered heart:
allowing love to bloom within it, once again.
In a castle, in a place unknown,
On the wall behind a giant throne
Hangs a mirror, six feet square
which every mortal should beware.
For the mirror has a magic spell
With a secret, no one will likely tell,
For nobody dare take a look
Into the mirror, lest their soul be shook.
The mirror offers a gruesome surprise
As your face ages before your very eyes,
Month by month, year on year,
Unveiling that moment we all truly fear.
Now the mirror's location is known to me,
Which I will happily pass on to thee,
Should you ever wish to know the place
Where the mirror will reveal your final face.
“Love weaves a mysterious magic spell”
Enchanted heart light pulse no rein can quell
Moonbeam frenzy rippling through souls entwined
Dark midnight hour gasp a charmed sleigh bell
Golden whispers permeate our hub aligned
Pearl-eyed lustrous jinx free oath undersigned
We bare toe dash at wishful madcap pace
As eros leaves its comet far behind
Early red dawn passion etched in sheer lace
Spring day mystic zenith, her glow tone face
Closer to nirvana, deep first blush team
Eternal heaven, haunt, or secret space.
Breath of sky rapt tender link’s heady stream
Otherworld amidst engagement ring theme
Doves that skim and coo silver froth afloat
Bright souvenirs en route unveil a gleam
Sensual laughter spurs hypnotic note
blithely fosters harmonising fond quote
Erotic fervour cast your lucky shroud
O'er honeymooner’s trance on dream boat
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“The sea casts a magic spell with the ever- rising breakers and the melody, the clanking of waves produce. It amazes us with the wonders hiding within its caverns. Without drawing any boundary or barrier, it rushes
to touch or submerge everything on its way”--- Quote by the Poet.
What engrossing feel overpowers me,
As I loiter along the sandy strands of the sea.
Waves whisper their goodbye as they recede back,
Girdling the shore with a garland of foamy blooms.
A zephyr comes tickling and tangling my hair
Seaweeds sway back and forth as waters shoot up.
Beneath the sand, when wavelets on my ankles kiss,
Like a child, I long to jump into the wobbling mass.
I let the water braid my hands, to savor its coolness.
Though I don’t like its chaotic depths and crashing tides,
In the music of waves, I enjoy a moment of unalloyed joy.
The sea is indeed a sanctuary of never- ending epiphanies.
Four thoughtful lines from Rudyard’s pen
Are still so fresh and new
I keep six honest serving men
(They taught me all I knew)
Their names are what and why and when
And how and where and who
What lies in wait as lives unfold
One simply cannot tell
Why worry what the futures hold
It’s not a magic spell
When to push forward and be bold
Or just ponder and dwell
How to learn from lessons of old
But myths one must dispel
Where to find those moments of gold
Avoiding living hell
Who to rely on manyfold
Not those of just a shell
Addressing these pillars of life
Is a hard thing to do
It helps tackle troubles and strife
So positives ensue
Quote from Rudyard Kipling’s poem “I Keep Six Honest Serving Men” from ‘Just So Stories’, 1902.
My heart is joyful, lightened, truly glad
on seeing her upright and standing tall.
Remembering the trials we both had,
A miracle she’s even here at all.
You may recall our little goat named Split,
Who got a parasite, fell deathly ill,
And how, as pseudo-vet I did acquit
Myself with google and no other skill.
Young Split recovered well enough to go
back where my grandkids live, though things were grim,
for she was hobbled, crippled, limping, slow;
her chance for full recovery was slim.
But time, it seems, has worked its magic spell;
Her leg is fully straight and bears her weight.
To a keen eye, her knee still has a tell.
Her quality of life is surely great.
In fact, today, while helping Genevieve
to feed the rabbits caged there next to her,
she playful chased and otherwise aggrieved
GV with frolic and a mirthful stir.
I think about how wonderful this is,
For kids to grow up side by side in play.
It conjures images of garden bliss,
Gives hope that all will be made right one day.
Autumn
Autumn greets summer on a gusty breeze
Waves farewell as she spins down the sidewalks
Laughs with delight as northern lights she sees
Finds one final bouquet of the sweet phlox
Waves farewell as she spins down the sidewalks
In the early dusk she tastes the first frost
Finds one final bouquet of the sweet phlox
Weaves her first spell before the hoarfrost
In the early dusk she tastes the first frost
Autumn yawns as early darkness stunts her days
Weaves her magic spell before the hoarfrost
Beneath the amber moon’s song of her praise.
Autumn yawns as early darkness stunts her days
She smiles through misty hues of incensed trees
Beneath the amber moon’s songs of her praise
Wrapped in soft cloak of her finest red leaves
She smiles through misty hues of incensed trees
Laughs with delight as northern lights she sees
Wrapped in a soft cloak of her finest red leaves
Autumn greets summer on a gusty breeze
9-8-22
Contest: Autumn
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Blackie mounts my broomstick every Halloween
With her silky coat and eyes of emerald green
We’re silhouetted in the moonbeam's gleam
Kitty meows so loudly if ever we are seen
Children point at us and let out a scream
Look at that black cat and the warty old witch
Blackie’s hackles rise, her meow rises in pitch -
I wish my black kitty had got a volume switch
We rise then fall as my broomstick gets a glitch
Suddenly we're both propelled into a watery ditch
Poor kitty's fur’s wet, bracken covers her left eye
We clamber from the water, and I let out a sigh
She meows like a banshee, I know the reason why...
as she's lost our big container of sweet pumpkin pie -
It’s her Halloween treat; I can’t bear hearing her cry!
Her meowing gets so loud soon it reaches a decibel
So I get out my wonky wand and repeat a magic spell
My broom flies out the ditch, the pumpkin pie as well
We both climb onto the broom and fly off to a motel -
I’m glad we got the pie back, or she'd make my life hell!
Halloween Meow Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
AWARDED POEM OF THE DAY 24TH OCTOBER 2020
10/23/20
To explain its efficacy to the point,
sympathy of nature becomes anoint.
The agreement of opposite forces,
like or unlike potential endorses.
Converged in multitudinous attraction,
divine utterance and holy fraction.
Spell binding dependence strife,
primal sorcerer and magi arts live.
Ensorcellations by being a fan,
upon another one of the clan.
Love induce mutual approach,
becoming a soul to soul coach.
Evocation and invocation of living things,
wisdoms and virtues liberating wings.
Enchantment in greatest demand,
like prayer and its fascinated wand.
Wrought like musical strings that vibrates,
into a third dimension migrates.
Perception in image of harmony,
affecting others quiet partially.
Sympathy constituted in contraries,
echoes of divine companies.
The soul that knows its history,
is aware and a tuned mystery.
Her source poised to the intent,
the magic spell and cosmic content.