At evening the old man would play
As if colors sighed themselves in strings
Like a rainbow he lit the room
With every note or tune
Love and loves beauty, echoed out
Like water to flowers
His violin spoke like it was alive
Like telling his music in words
To those who would listen and enjoy
Outside in the streets the sound
Rang out for miles
His dedication to his art
Came from within his very soul
He creates a magical world of sound
As each note is played with love and deep attention
His mind with only one thought
His music, his solace
Played through a heart that comes alive
With each passing note played
Each night he would play until early morning
At day when he could
Never tiring of his creations
Under his guidance the Violin became alive
It spoke to him, and he listened
That’s what made the Music so wonderful
They created it together
With love and perfect harmony
Together
Scrolling for hours...
"What to do next?"
"I'm bored."
"Life's a mess."
How can that be true?
They call life no fun.
They experience boredom
when the journey has just begun.
Just ask the dreamer,
the thirst to fly.
He sees a lot in bed,
wants to see all of it
before his soul's dead.
It's hard for many
to lock their legs,
'cause the magnetic world
tries hard to attract.
Some eyes broaden
when they hear "boredom."
In this magical world,
it still exists—
they find that dumb.
How are you relaxed?
Don't you see yourselves enjoying everything
ten years ahead?
Why don't you try hard?
Live the world with fun—
the ultimate MasterCard.
Is your mind no longer serving you?
Is the method, the plan, not working?
Endless jobs, endless goals achieved... You have the answers but aren't full.
Did you know there is and always was a plan that was bigger than our minds could ever comprehend?
How deeply can you hear without your ears, dear Brother and Sister...?
How loudly can you hear your gut and the whispers from the wind?
Strength does not only lie in logic, nor in only empathy/intuition.
An epidemic of extremely intelligent minds... Lost in the loop.
Aging and Achieving, also emptying not filling.
Your mind isn't the one who knows your childhood self is waiting for you.
Start your life again... Do we continue attempting to control a divine and magical world ? Or flow with it and begin to plan how we actually want life to look...
Which includes time and space to hear yourself and your bodies whispers... Before it screams.
We build our later in life plan by not listening now.
God bless.
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.
You can row for many miles
Hopefully, live many years
Surely you will miss the secrets
The gods were always tricky and cruel
Hiding special things just out of reach
Or maybe even out of sight
But, if you take your time living
Looking around where you would never look
Seeing the magical world hidden from you
It is truly more beautiful than you could ever imagine
© Poem – XXI/VI/MMXXIV
LRET
It was 3'O clock
On a lonely morning,
You called me
It's only a Cup of tea,
But you are the only
attracted me the most,
Your eyes are the beauty
Where I get lost,
I lost myself in your magic
It's attracted me
Like nothing ever does,
No it's not a cup of tea
It's your eyes
The most magical thing in the world,
Your beauty
Your hands
Smile,hair,saree,
Gathered a magical world
Where I get lost,
Does it get to you?
I wanna talk to you
Your voice
The fainted voice
That don't know my name,
Your lips,
Are like the rainbow
With Black and white coloured,
But,it's only your eyes
That attracts me the most,
Your eyes are magical
Fully filled with glamour,
And a fainted emotion
For me and only for me
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
The day Lucy found the wardrobe
Was the day her adventure began
Tumus the faun befriended her fast
The Pevensie’s escape from air raids
Lead them into the magical world of Narnia
C.S. Lewis published six adventure stories
From 1950 to 1956
If these names are familiar –
Trumpkin, Reepicheep and Puddle-gum the Marsh
You have probably met and loved Aslan the lion.
Why not take priggish cousin Eustace Scrubb next time?
Let's find the seven lords who were banished
Let's knock King Miraz off the throne
Let's put a stop to a hundred years without Christmas!
Who can do it? It takes children.
The Chronical of Narnia
A saga that travelled through six books
A world of magic, mythical beasts, talking animals.
Where children and a caring lion are the saviors
Who become queens and kings
Not much better than that!
It's not that simple for hacking bank account
It needs advance information technology
Genius is breaching privacy, security and law
A misuse of knowledge and wisdom
Just because of greediness
A careless step will fall into his trap
Money can fly away without wings
Hardwork won't pay
Why is the world so terrifying
Why does the world whirl round without logics
Very unfair to an honest, abiding and devoting man
A life's saving has gone like the wind
We're facing a frightening magical world
With tough confrontation but defencelessness
Oh, my god
Blessing my friends
By my enabled senses five, attention externalised, I beheld the magical world of myriad objects, reflecting their luminous auras. As I exhaled, the world disappeared and through my open fontanel correspondent to the crown chakra, I entwined with universal consciousness, melding with God’s blissful domain of boundless love and soft white light. My subtle body felt God in-dwelling all forms, breathing His life force by His sublime pranic breath, magnetically energising each being by Holy Spirit. Then sadly, as my body aged, to my dismay, the fontanel closed, thus severing the divine connection. I now feel incomplete.
dreams hold forth promise
cajoling us to let go~
for God is within
05-June-2022
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Aroma of lilacs wafted to me as I peered in
Feeling the mysticism of magic, sensing hidden faeries
A gentle breeze coaxed me to come a bit closer
Intimidated by the reverence I felt, I held back.
A monarch swished past me, on her way
I heard the trill of a joyful robin and her young ones
Ancestral voices welcomed me, persuaded me to take a step
Inside the magical world of elves, gnomes, faeries, and flowers
A-tisket, a-tasket
With lots of colours, in your basket.
Paint them to reality, these instruments of joy
A drum, a teddy and every other toy
The sky is the limit, and you must start now
you can do it, you know it how
Endless hugs and goofy wet kisses
I love it all, my curly hair princess.
Magical world appears like one two three
Through rainbows, valleys, and hills high
Your journey continues across the sea
Grow up to be you, explore your way through,
Until these tiny little hands can support a part of you
You are my celebration, my joy of everyday
God’s miracle you are, beautiful in everyway
I am thankful to lord for brightening up my world
Blessed i am, with his benevolence and love.
.
Croaking toads,
Shooting stars,
Snowy roads.
Fairytales are so bleak
A magical world creeps
Illusions slyly speak
Of a world not so true
Just to visit in dreams
An utopian brew
The world homes sharks, no fairies alas
And anyday gives pain more than joy
No chocolate fountains, just plain brass
Glass palaces shatter more than often
And the world is mostly brazen rocks
Nothing is yielded if you soften
Yet a short good tale at night inspires
It presents hope and it is untrue
But enjoy that, before it expires.
27.7.2021
A 3-6-9 Poem Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
I didn't answer your need,
and it showed many times in your pretty
pretty look of feminine sweetness;
it could have been the only
time to start loving by closing the eyes
and dream of a magical world!
I wondered about
your loss of interest in me,
all that attracted you to me;
I worried about
a tomorrow without holding you close
as another shining sunrise rose!
I didn't answer your need
and find perfect words
to express my feelings...
hoping in your understanding
that always was so thrilling;
where will the future lead?
Dreaming is different from reality,
one must separate the two wisely,
and compare them with clarity;
there's a realm made of dreams,
there's also a realm made of human tears
and this one belongs to the hopeless ones!
I didn't answer your need,
and putting out the flame of hope
I betrayed your trust and told you to cope
with a life without me and my tenderness;
making you feel empty and worthless...
ah, I was a victim of greed!
Parallel to the sky
‘Neath the flocks
That dance by
Sprawling and crawling
My sweet lullaby
An ombré appeal
With hues, quite unreal
I own it, this moment
I feel something real
The stretch of the waves
Seems to go on for days
So much beach, within reach
Lightly kissed by the rays
Sand ripples and swirls
Once again, a young girl
Inspired, not tired
What a magical world
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