Long Magical world Poems
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As I stand and watch the clouds roll by
Like floating Cotton Wool in a different shape
It looks just like faces floating in the Sky
Like their trying to escape
One looks just like a Teddy Bear
With arms and legs it goes sailing by
Or like a dog or cats that’s running away
As it’s floating across the sky
Clouds come in all shapes and sizes
Moving slowly or quickly in the breeze
As I stare upwards at this magical sight
I think I can hear a sparrow sneeze
They are flying through the low drifting clouds
With such elegant and ease
While the Clouds continue rolling by
In their different shapes and sizes
They change their shape continually
As if wearing different disguises
As the Sun shines through this silky mass
And there is a warm glow throughout the land
This scene has such a magical moment
Like a magical snow puff ball band
One imagines an orchestra playing in the sky
Hidden away from view
I stand in awe of this wondrous sight
Of these white puff balls in a queue
As they continue floating across the sky
In their different shapes and size
My imagination runs to a different world
That never fails to bring a surprise
This magical world that we call home
There is so much we do not command
But the sky above shows all of us
There is so much we do not understand
There will be a lover’s moon tonight
It is just an excuse to hold you tight
While we are dancing under the stars
Enjoying this romantic world of ours
The pink champagne is chilling on ice
Being alone with you is beyond price
There is a single red rose for every year
I am thanking you for staying here
Tonight we reminisce about our past
And our love they said wouldn’t last
Then I’ll take you into my loving arms
And try to seduce you with my charms
Where our love is written in the stars
In a magical world that is only ours
A place where romance never dies
And we can dance across the skies
On another beautiful moonlit night
Being alone with you feels so right
Making precious memories to share
About a love story that is truly rare
Written by Sir James F. Cunningham
07/19/2014.
BUTTERFLIES
Clouds passing by swiftly.
Like the desert sands,
tiny grains rest in my hand.
Here I lay peaceful on the ground.
My life finally reached its final strand.
Breathing faintly with no sound.
My life slowly slips back into Gods hands.
Counting each beat from my heart.
Leaving behind this shallow land.
Taking a long glimpse of this magical world.
Something came to carry me away.
Without giving me a chance to say goodbye.
This wind gave me a sensation in not wanting to stay.
Gliding away into the blue sky.
Finally I feel this heavy load removed.
I look back and see where my body still lays.
An empty temple, no longer full of grace.
My life in front of me revealed.
Blessed for all those days I would pray.
God protecting me with his shield.
Kept his promise to take me back one day.
Now I am back where I belong.
Pass the horizon of the ocean sky.
Living among the butterflies.
Reunited with my love ones.
Angles flutter into the sky.
When your life on earth is done.
For you I will wait beyond the sun.
Somewhere deep beyond the skies.
Your day soon will come with butterflies.
~SKAT~ *re-post*
There is a …
A tranquil sanctuary at the heart of a busy city…
Not many colourful flowers, but shady trees, and lush
green bushes,
A serene pond with emerald water quivering with rustling breeze,
Rocks of different sizes and shapes scattered around -
one reminds me of lying Buddha, peaceful and calm,
another - Buddha in meditation - folding his legs in a lotus posture.
There are a few stone-benches around the pond ..
for lazy folks like me! who savour watching!
ducks and turtles are only water-creatures I could see,
some fishes…circling around carefree,
Wish a scintillating mermaid from a magical world
would appear from the bottom of the turquoise water,
to spread her charm around…
Sun shining in crystal water …scattering rays in the rippled mirror ....
A Duck sits placidly on a rock alone… as if she wants to bask in the whispering glow of sun!
A Brian Strand " You Choose" Poetry Contest
FIRST PLACE
The summer sky glows green and hot bustling with life
It’s early September and summer is coming to a close
Shortening days have arrived with Autumn’s change
Windy, rainy, wet days have caused the leaves to fall
The shedding leaves are brilliant vivid colors of red, orange, and brown
Days of hard work from dusk until dawn bring
A successful abundant harvest as summer closes
Gracefully falling glistening light snow
Brings sweet fresh, clean crisp air
Settling on rooftops and window seals,
Dusting the tree limbs with its white powdery snow
Ushering in the start of falling winter temperatures
With white crystalline hoarfrost fringes on roofs and ledges
Trembling cold children play with joy and laughter
Shivering and shaping snowmen and snow angels with icy fingers
A magical world of fun running, slipping and sliding
As snow falls, so does the sun and the day is done
9/26/2015
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name: Seasonal
On the silver plain of eternity, the streams of silence flow uninterrupted,
In search of majesty, the white man, with branches of stars on his forehead.
Hunters of illusions, their weapons aim at the shadows dancing on the sky,
The prolonged assault echoes, the carrion of hopes in the wind fades, diluted.
The Africans, with their lunar fangs, pierce the earth seeking its aura,
The Arabs, with their authoritative paw, Scratch the heavenly vaults, claiming the right to the throne,
And the Asians, clever archangels of civilization, lay their master plan,
Even women, in their innocence, dream of crowns hidden in heaven.
The white man, civilization's ghost king, runs against the light of destiny,
His tames - a canvas for the rain of longing, his eyes - two lakes of mystery.
Each jaw that opens, each silhouette that hunts him, a promise of tomorrow,
a defamation of yesterday, a melancholy reverberation of what has been and will not be.
For in this magical world where hunter and hunted often switch roles,
each being carries the burdens of the past, clings to the dream of survival,
The misty civilizations of existence are stages for this immemorial dance,
And even in the face of defeat, the white man carries within himself the essence of the whole world.
He is the thought that flies above the traps, the unattainable desire,
And even under the burden of the fog, under the merciless assault, his beauty rises regal,
Elixir of life in the vicious circle of desire, to devour and be devoured,
He is the soul of civilization that survives in the magic and melancholy of every twilight.
Create a new and magical world
By Michelle Morris
22/04/2023
One person can make a difference
One person can create a spark of joy
Never underestimate your contribution
Always embrace your beautiful soul
Reach out and touch another
For we are connected by energy and threads
We can do so much for each other
If we make the choice to trust and connect
Change is constant and inevitable
Life goes on even if we don't move forward
We can't wrap ourselves in bubble wrap
We have to have faith and hope and awe
One person can make a difference
One person can create a spark of joy
Imagine if everyone did their best each day
We could create a new and magical world
© Michelle Morris, 2023
I’ve sold winter coldness to those who’re huge in their chests oncorners of these abandoned streets, where bars aren’t happy with myfootprints in front of every door. Where I hit myself at close range. Where I pay a price to win no game. However, she’s worked all her lifeto bring up all her children within this magical world of theatre & music.She’s convinced that these children won’t fail to understand & accept opera& early rehearsals. I'm bedridden waiting. Welcome to a pigheaded house. Welcometo your fate that befalls many emigrants you plant like beets beside the beetleto see new growth. Welcome to where you don’t fancy a beer before bier afterthe funeral. Something is bedraggled from the hedgerow & that’s your ex’sspecial brand. However, the twigs are dry & brittle, & cracked beneaththeir feet from the beginning. Her children are looking for more spaciouspremises after that premeditated murder in a blighted area where I prescribe hera daily diet chart.
Banished into the hall for the art of magic
Cracked and crackled he practices with despair
As loneliness consumed and his life purged in doubt
This magician whose life was cut to pieces
Feeling crushed and defeated, practices his art.
This banished magician soul once thrived
In the realm of worldly magic
Now, banished and tarnished to the core
the loneliness ever consumed his distraught mind
His thoughts became agonized by pain and sorrow
His determination to succeed consumed his soul
The blistered broken heart that once was scattered
Now became the breath smoldered with hate
Imprisonment brought determination and strength
His magical spells became stronger
His hands and rod became a lethal weapon
He flung balls of fire wanting to burn the souls,
that sent him to this eternal dungeon
His magic became powerful making him feel invincible
No one would dare challenge his power
He felt he was invincible to the world
But, he was banished for a reason and that
reason would have to come to the surface.
As he met with the magical magicians he learned
that he had to learn to channel the magic
channel the power within himself for the power of good
and evil rested in his very own hands.
A lesson that needed to be learned if he was to
survive in the magical world..
Ode to the Slayer and the Mystic King
In realms of wonder, where magic's spun,
A Slayer walked, with heart aflame and bright.
With wit and charm, and a soul now won,
Beneath the king's gaze, her heart took flight.
With white light gifts, she wielded her might,
In mystic battles, she fought with gentle art.
Black love surrounded her, a beacon in the night,
Binding her to the king, a love that reached the heart.
Through trials and strife, they stood as one,
Their bond unbroken, like the morning dew.
With every test, their love had just begun,
Together they fought, for me and for you.
With R&B vibes, their passion ignited the air,
A sensual dance, with desire beyond compare.
Their love was real, with a depth so rare,
A treasure trove, that only they could share.
The magician's spell, could not contain,
The Slayer's strength, and the king's sweet refrain.
Their love shone bright, like a guiding star,
Illuminating the path, near and far.
With every challenge, they stood as a team,
Their love and trust, a mystic, surreal dream.
The king's dark love, outmatched all the rest,
For the Slayer's heart, was forever at his breast.
In this world of wonder, they found their delight,
In each other's arms, on a serene and mystic night.
Their love was the anchor, that held fast and strong,
A love that conquered, all the realms, all day long.
The Slayer and the king, a perfect blend,
Of magic, love, and adventure that never ends.
Their bond was the key, to a brighter day,
A love that shone, in a surreal, mystic way.
Thus let us cherish, this love so true,
A bond between two, a heart that's new.
For in their love, we find our own,
A reflection of the magic, that's forever sown.
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB
Mood/Tone: Serene
Imagery & Symbolism: Surreal
This ode captures the essence of the Slayer and the mystic king's love, amidst the backdrop of their magical world and their fight to stay together. The poem weaves a tale of love, adventure, and the strength of their bond, with a serene and surreal tone. The R&B vibes and sensual undertones are subtly woven throughout the poem, highlighting the desire and passion between the two characters.