Woo-woo, The mystic eyes of Megan
paint life in blue and grey,
no glimmer of sunlight
breaks through my cloudy day:
our footprints have been erased
by the drifting breeze that
even dissolves the lovely thoughts
thoughts we wrote on the dune
with childish whim and delight,
while we hummed a happy tune...
feeling mellow, not sad!
Wpp-wooo, we resemble
dry leaves falling off
a shedding tree branch,
standing over the foggy ranch;
does anyone catch them
to remind us of Autumn
and comfort grieving goldfinch
waiting for days in vain:
she has lost her soulmate.
Don't run from me again,
don't be more cruel than fate!
Woowoo, the mystic eyes of Megan
paint like in blue and grey,
there's no sunset, no dawn;
ditch your silly monotony,
brighten your day.
I have been patient enough
to tolerate what I don't deserve,
I have been too kind; I often laugh...
hiding this anger I would like to unnerve!
Woowoo, I am that lover who satisfies all desires
be forever true, don't cheat on me:
woowoo, this beautiful thing is simply
called love, honey;
no woman has ever told me lies,
I love endlessly,
I demand sincerity!
The mystic eyes of Megan , not sad!
paint life in in blue in blue and grey,
no sunlight breaks through my cloudy day;
our footprints are erased
by a drifting breeze that
even dissolves the thoughts
we wrote on the sand tune
with childish joy and delight,
while we hummed a tune,
feeling mellow, not sad!
We resemble dry leaves falling from
a shading tree branch,
standing over the quite ranch;
does anyone catch them
to remind us of Autumn,
and comfort the goldfinch
waiting for her three days in vain:,
he has lost his soulmate.
Don't run from me again,
don't be more cruel than fate!
The mystic eyes of Megan paint life in blue and grey,
ditch your useless monotony, brighten your day;
I have been patient enough
to take what I don't deserve.
I have been too kind, I often laugh,
hiding my anger I like to unnerve!
I'm that lover who satisfies all desires,
be forever true, never cheat on me;
this beautiful thing that thrills us
is simply called love, honey.
no woman has ever told me lies:
I love endlessly, I expect sincerity!
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Flows the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ dream ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
The fires of life ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ and gleam;
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¦¦¦¦¦¦ beyond beauty tempting ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ the heart-hold of the light:
Sounds ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the mystic word of might:
¦¦¦¦¦ from ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ breaks the living stream.
¦¦¦¦¦¦ out beyond the ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ music-filled,
The kingly ¦¦¦¦ sits on the ancient throne,
Wielding the sceptre, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ alone,
Knowing ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ all it dared and willed.
(Blackout of Magic by George William Russell)
In ivory night I wander past the veil,
remembering how mortal breaths turn pale.
Peace rises from the wallpaper of stars
hidden lanterns guiding every fragile trail.
"I'm the Carnival's
Cartomancer,
Zoltar the mystic,
foreseeing wise."
"Who immobile waits...
inside this
narrow case--
top four-sided glass
and bottom
Pine-crafted box.
"It's wishing coin's
'ka-ching',
that magically
revives me."
"As true believers
witness--once
my turbaned gaze
mentally reads
what's seeping out
their inquiring eyes."
"Fact is--these
animated hands,
randomly select
from the magnetic deck--
one, out of many, fortune
riddled cards--inked of
buoyant, superb vibes."
"Though blissful, playful,
mind you--all of 'em--
merciful white lies."
"Behold, each
future's scripted
and then sold;"
"To luck--searching,
wishing souls--
on fortune--tellin',
Robot--sellin' cards."
"Whose promised prizes
are a Carney vendor's
paradise."
Life is in
the nuance
When freedom
is entranced
A mystic shore
horizon pure
One captive
— magic glance
(Dreamsleep: May, 2026)
colourful pansies giggled with rosy cheeks
so like them were you inviting
no innocent flower enticing into bower
wise woman with spell laden books
neatly lined, in an outfit so divine
and in a corner next to oil lamp
beckoned your goddess refined
alive in calling frame gilded solid
come into white linen where
serpentine I will attuned you mine
candles flamed in gentle desire
holy and mundane sweetly attired
scrolls from Lemuria and Atlantis
their musicality danced with breasts
circling black hat as your test
aah, witch, my beloved pitch I long
for that dim room of angelic song
trees peeping in eventide breeze
cedar essences in decanters to
please, blouse loose with ease
let your wand take me into clove light
chequered with autumn leaves so bright
will I but connect to protect white loaves
red-haired apricot mystic witch invites
nipples harden anticipating a short delight
[Honorable Mention: All Poetry Contest: Feb 26
A silent maid
born of starlight
glides forlorn
deserted by moons
and her blessed tribe
in hallowed mansions
far beyond
the wooded places.
My entry-C
I hold the glass, a heavy sphere,
And watch the seasons disappear.
A single shake, a sudden squall,
Recalls the winter of it all.
We walked through drifts of knee-deep white,
Beneath the streetlamp's amber light.
You pulled me close to block the wind,
Where warmth began and ice could end.
The flakes inside are sharp and plastic,
But memory makes them seem fantastic.
I see your breath, a ghostly cloud,
I hear your laugh, distinct and loud.
But gravity commands the snow,
To settle on the roof below.
The storm goes quiet on the shelf,
And leaves me standing by myself.
I cannot shake you back to life,
Through all the years of calm and strife.
So I just shake the globe instead,
And keep you spinning in my head.
Scattered reminiscences from my childhood,
What do I see on the snow-globe?
A magical crystal orb placed on my desk,
Reminding me of an elfish smiling face.
My dearest friend gifted me this precious piece,
On my sixteenth birthday to celebrate,
And told me never to forget her,
She was suffering from an incurable disease,
I promised we would never part.
Her memory is imprinted on all my experiences in youth,
Especially the days we were sledding and skating in the snow,
This little orb is the perfect reminder of those exuberant days,
When shaken, I see two playful girls, snow falling incessantly,
Frolicking on the ice, without a care.
She is gone, she left us, the globe remained,
To bring memories of those unforgettable moments,
It is unbelievable how an object apparently insignificant,
Is able to conjure up hundreds of memories,
It will remain at the same spot till I am gone.
Love and friendship, adoration and affection,
All combined - bonded in a precious snow globe witness.
Snow flurry
Furious hurry
Battering against my skin
It’s artificial
Shavings off something real
The cold would have been less cutting
Whirling soundless wind
I’m upside down
With no direction within grasp
Until I’m allowed to fall down again
Nobody to stop the descent
The settling never lasts long before
An invisible hand, cruel or indifferent,
Shakes and shakes and shakes
Upheaval
Nothing to cling to
Just swirling, purposeless
Three things to see, when I don’t focus on me:
Others caught in the cacophony
Beyond a veil of thick glass, lights twinkling dimly
In the dead centre of the violence, a baby.
Small, a fixed point in it all
Promises and secrets plainly hidden
Steady face, symbol held in place
Though naughty hands tried to break him
So let it snow!
Let it all go.
I am dancing
Knowing nothing
Discovering Everything
Receiving that which is never shaken
Snow Globe Memories – Mystic 12-2-25 To Stephanie
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Snow Globe Memories
Bright December sunbeam
Dances through my frosted window
Peeks into a clear orb,
A winter wonderland,
Sitting on my desk.
Snowstorms on demand
No weather report needed or necessary
A best friend gift
Peers back at me with memories
Living within it’s globe.
Two snowflakes,
Each unique as winter’s signature,
Rise up from a perpetual snowstorm
Ever young like our childhood
Of sleds and skates and skis
And catching snowflakes on our tongues.
A winter universe unto itself
That even the scorching summer sun
More birthday parties
And chaotic life storms
Cannot penetrate.
This world of fantasy
And friendship thrives
Without seasons
Even when shaken.
In this starry, cold Night
My black Candle Burns.
I gaze into the Flame to see You
I touch the Fire to reach your Heart.
A Spark starts to Flicker,
And expands into Infinity.
I Now meet you in the Dark Unknown,
And smell your mystic scent,
To read your ancient soul.
Through Aeons we have wandered,
Occasionally our paths have crossed.
In Different Roles and Different Places,
We have lifted each other's veils.
Only some mere seconds,
Sufficed to see eternity in each other's Eyes.
The Ultimate Everlasting Being,
Recognized through Magic of the Two.
Snow Globe Memories – Mystic
As my wrinkled old hands grasp the glass ball,
I watch as the glistening snowflakes begin to fall.
I gaze into it and give it one last shake.
There’ll be no room for all I was hoping to take.
My heart strokes the strings of memories, sublime.
This little snow globe has stood the test of time.
I watch the soft flakes settle on an old oak tree.
Alpine trees echo enticing chants, beckoning me.
I was bound for paradise, such a splendid upward climb.
The alps bringing peace, when church bells chime.
My wanderlust cured, no more would I roam.
Such amazing years I have spent in my mountain home.
Lost in the vision of my little snow globe here today.
As the last of the snow has settled, I really want to stay.
Along with some other treasures, I pack it in my port.
My love of this home just couldn’t be bought.
I wonder if there’s a snow globe that depicts where I am going.
I’ll miss my lovely chalet especially when it’s snowing.
I’ll keep my wee globe with its snow falling under the dome,
and I’ll take the snow in my glass ball to the old age home.
A thick, glass globe
Sat on display
One must not touch
It’s not for play
But seven years
Had made me wise
I’d witnessed magic
With my own eyes
A Christmas film
Or shopping mall
While others shook
I watched in awe
But in my den
It sat, perched high
A ball of joy
To catch one’s eye
Far from reach
It tempted me
One day I climbed
Just to see
I vowed to view
An inch away
I would not touch
It’s not for play
But as I neared
The seventh shelf
My fingers brushed
Across my elf
In that moment
All magic died
For he was plastic
With painted eyes
He was bought
From the store
I saw the spot
His tag was tore
I believed him real
Until that day
When I found out
It’s just for play
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