Magical
Loving
Veil.
(3-2-1 syllables).
above
skies come alive
heavenly angels watching
do not blink ~ comets flying by
magical days and nights
She knows how much love you have
How long have you had a single wish
There are so many wishes just like yours
All want a baby of their own
Even with the crying, feeding, and diapers
It would be something to make your life magical
So, today she chose to visit you
The sweetest little bundle resting in her beak
Gently, she lowered it down the chimney
And your family was created to last forever
© Poem – XXIII/VI/MMXXV
LRET
I love the strange world of fantasy
where IMAGINATION is the star
and WHIMSY provides a canopy
as weird creatures fly in from afar
Dungeons, dragons, a Lady, a Lord
and sybils who DREAM all but tell less
VISUALIZATION colors words
purple, red, gold, darkness is the dress
Please don't say it's HALLUCINATION
MY REVERIE is true as the moon
I have known a few purple dragons
and I'm having lunch with two at noon
~You, Magical You~
6/11/2025
You are the supernatural star in your life!
Yes, you….
The one who dances through magic and occasional strife.
You, yes, you!
I hear your heart, singing, sweet humility!
Yes, you….
When you reach, your kindest hand of midnight’s friendship
Out to touch midnight me.
You, yes you!
I am not impressed by big winners, nor shining trophies.
Just….you!
Life is too much of a grandiose horse race, I prefer instead,
your warm, poetic face.
You, yes you!
With lots of love and gratitude,
Pangie
Through the forest I go,
to a world I do not know.
Blue dragon guards the gate
unicorn ensures good fate.
Through the forest I go,
adventure on me bestow.
One, two, three, rock fun,
four, five adventure begun.
Through the forest I go;
time is magic and slow.
Come pause for a time,
memories enchant minds.
What's left of Mother Nature's leaves
are strewn across her frosty girth.
A solemn bird chirps alone this eve
as fall is laid to rest on earth.
Twinkle, O stars, the gods be at dice,
and the sky is bursting with riches tonight!
The air's taken chilly, the ground shines with ice.
Outside, we all gather in awe at the sight.
Out of the cosmos at a marvelous pace
a comet unfurls its glittering mane.
There's a hopeful look on everyone's face
that the wishes they cast will not be in vain.
Settling softly, the Queen takes her throne,
her herald now harkened, the court bows its head.
Casting her rays, so serene, so alone,
she laments that her lover lies cold in his bed.
The mirthful King Sun, and lustrous Queen Moon,
can share but one kiss as each trades their place.
The Queen shines at midnight, the King at high noon,
each forever desiring the other's embrace.
As Far as our Eyes will see,
In a Vast, and seemingly
endless World
to the Future’s greatest of Extents,
in a little Hut,
Hidden in a Swamp,
Lies little Old
Ms.
Garratha.
with the few who Reside
alongside.
They Eventually found
a Beautiful spring,
during their driest of seasons,
although seasoning doesn’t matter --
when It’s Wet twenty-four --
Seven.
The Decision to have a whiff,
without a -- Sniffer, may Just have been
the primary decision
For
Why this whole
story
Started.
Beginning with Licks,
progressing to Great
Tastes,
Has Brought together,
the
new Holy,
Wooly Serpent.
As No one has
seen
A serpent of coat,
since;
How often can you
find --
one of this Kind?
They Just so Happened
to
Land this amazement,
as For the water,
was not salty
At All.
Nor Was it clean, of
every Potential,
creating the Monster, Seen.
An ancient Serpent’s hair,
clogged much of its
safety,
and this water,
had much of
serpent’s Father.
His scales and much
Rein.
Slithering Out of this sort-of Creation,
came
Serpent Himself,
Shining without,
armour.
simply observing waves
arising and subsiding
we feel God’s presence
within each pulse hiding
lower mind is rested
so no meanings are assigned
to play of life in motion
by soul’s eye divined
as the vital force
benign bliss magnetism
we witness all refractions
in body-mind prism
thus as both this and that
in time our heart is thawed
our soul lotus blossoms
upon giving love our nod
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore...
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She asked my name, and I said with a smile,
"I'm Oliver of Warwick, and I've come to share
A dream I've foreseen of lush poetry and light
In a book bound of purple called "A Fairy Of Flight"
It speaks of courage and truthful insight...
As she winked at me, and said, "Everything will be alright"
We chatted for a spell, and at once I conceived
All the words we had read just happened to be
This beautiful young spirit sitting next to me...
In amazement, I gaze, and softly closed the book,
And marveled at the wonder as I took one last look...
She softly danced in light's brilliant stream,
And disappeared into the night, as I woke from a dream...
Collaboration Poem
This Magical Place
In a place mystical, in an age so long ago
In a scene where all life flourish and grow
In a time so strange, changing within the blink of an eye
In an era of uncertainty, confusion of how all this apply
What is in the truest of heart that beats within all souls
What is in all those worrisome thoughts that take control
What is in all those queries that race in your mind at night
What is that, within your deepest of slumber, so out of sight
Where there are dragons and bravest of kings
Where the fair maiden seeks what love brings
Where all hope is nigh and a saviour appears
Where all the love abides from all those fears
When brave men fought with guns of iron and steel
When men stood tall in the saddle, bravery so real
When the evilest of men seek no more that just fear
When the two meet, calamity and justice appear
In this wondrous play in your mind that lay before you
In this hopeful light that illuminates all of what you do
In this place that is of some concern, but lost in destination
In this magical place deeply immersed in your imagination
"Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak" - As You Like It (Shakespeare), Act 3, Scene 2
A woman ….magical creation of the Omnipotent!
Not only she thinks,
She expresses her emotions
In the most powerful way!
She is the inexplicable creature
Nature has created so far….
She has a mind, she has a heart,
She has the best oratory device!
Man, you can not stop a woman
From speaking her mind,
Especially when she gets infuriated
With the buffoonery around!
You can see the star twinkling
Up in the sky
In your eyes I'm sinking
Don't wanna say goodbye
Fresh air I feel
Your eyes on me
With you I'm healed
And we're free
I feel , I feel , I feel
It's like a dream come true
With you my love
Don't know where to go
Your hands on my hair
It seems it's a magical night
No doubt, no flaws
Oh please don't stop
Dark sky mind bright
And intentions are all pure
Dark times your smile
Enough for mine
I guess it's time
To cross the line
It's like a dream come true
For you I can be blue
Now you know why to go
No I don't wanna go home
It's our magical night
Through melting meadows and misty mazes,
The madman maestro moves the merry music;
Mystic mountains at the morn’ of magic
Make massive the melody of meek man.
(Sponsor : Kai Michael Newmann)
MOON ON A SPOON
If I could I would
fetch you the moon
on a spoon
Oh ? Really !
you ballyhoo coon
you make me swoon
If I could I would
fetch you the moon
on a spoon
Why not bring me
a chocolate cocoon
I will wriggle out
festooned !
If I could I would
fetch you the moon
on a spoon
We will eat it at noon
in our magical room
then to our doom !
If I could I would
fetch you the moon
on a spoon
My goon, so goop !
Where are you from ?
a souk goof ?
If I could I would
fetch you the moon
on a spoon
How ?
Lo ! I do not know !
My spoon has
sailed with a
monsoon
And the moon
has fallen into
a true blue
lagoon too
soon !
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