I fell in an urn of magic potion.
About my locus, I had no notion.
I found myself on a wide, whirly sea.
My boat had holes. From fall, I couldn't flee.
From shores I seemed to have gone far away.
Sea snakes, cone snails, sea urchins, and stingray…
From these wild creatures, how could I escape?
Perplexed, could I nestle and merely gape?
I had spent my life seeking for meaning.
Towards salvation has been my leaning.
I am moving towards life in my sail.
I feel, in my adventure, I won't fail.
The curved fondle of an embrace
within the moistened kindle
of an evening's oiled lamp...
the splendor of your lubricious mouth
waking all that can be desired
knowing now this potion whiffs alchemy:
Dare I blink bewitched by
a caress of such pleasure
drip by drip , my being drawn
to relish that glide
of a nape pulsing through starlit glow
waxed by sweet grease of our shadows--
that in twilight's enchantment
- your ardor releases what's tame.
Come, come, this form of grand
Arise, the queen of hurt and can't
Towards my love your heart may prance,
Farther from whence your pain has danced-
Into my arms your silence speaks,
Woes sung low of stolen vanity,
May we last until death dies out,
Forever yet shall we stay soulbound.
If 'music be the food of love,'
as the Avon Bard did write,
sing me a song of sixpence for my supper,
to see me through this star-crossed night.
And there'll be no need to drink to me
only with thine eyes,
as, for a happy hour or two,
a glass of euphoria I will pour for you.
A Green Fairy, guaranteed to relax inhibitions
and unwind the tired mind,
my fingers will do the walking
and talk to you in kind.
Rumoured to possess aphrodisiac qualities,
let's taste, not waste, nor this potent potion squander,
well you know, green means go and as true emerald is its hue,
Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
With apologies to William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion and…
out came a bass guitar
Deep Purple called me up
and asked me to be their Star
So zoom zoom zing
I started to play that thing
when my mentor came to me
and asked me to sing
Sure I will Glenn, anything you say
I can play this darn bass for hours of the day
But my voice is a little rusty even though I’ll try
Please don’t feel sad or even go and cry
Now the magical bass was hopping
And all the women were sobbing
Listen to my bass lines roar
And get to dancing with the bopping
Love potion no. 9
I dived into a cauldron of magic potion
And thought I would never survive
But here I am to tell the tale
Of how I’m still alive
I saw a chance and dived right in
I didn’t do my diligence
But soon found out it’s sink or swim
I should have used my commonsense
I tried to swim against the tide
But the effort was all mine
She didn’t even try to hide
Her scorn for potion number nine
Our potion turned out to be
A blending of the poison kind
I’m so lucky to be free
Her body they’ll never find.
You just walked away giving sudden shock .
My emotive urges were choked being blocked,
Entrance of my consciousness was closed and locked.
I dived into the cauldron of Magic Potion ,
swimming and sinking in vague hazy notion.
Between conscious and subconscious state
I was neither to believe nor to accept,
actually you didn't look back even, but left.
I dived into the cauldron of Magic Potion
wishing intensity on dilution
Woke up from dreamy dormant drowsy desire
Me almost shattered losing you for ever.
‘There was no chance of your return’, I was clear.
I dived into the cauldron of Magic Potion
and again to gain burning sensation.
Magic potion didn’t work giving me relief.
Took a chance being unaware of belief.
Pain persisting on humiliation and grief.
I dived into the cauldron of Magic Potion
and all in vain ! No recovery action.
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion.
I found myself on a wavy, whirly ocean.
My little boat has holes. Anytime it could sink.
Water skins gone empty, I had no drop to drink.
Jellyfish, lionfish, sea urchins, and stingray
How could I from these cruel creatures stay away?
Hungry and thirsty, I find no lighthouse around.
From churches, why do I not hear any bell sound?
I had spent my life seeking to find its meaning.
Towards salvation has ever been my leaning.
I feel I am moving towards it in this sail.
I feel in my adventure I will never fail.
The cauldron of magic potion
I dived into one time.
It bubbled with such effervescence
that I could not resist.
It drew me into the potion
– as do the waves
of the sparkling ocean.
With its most delicious taste
my lips were kissed,
for the potion is passion-sweet,
but you will discover
if you dive into it too,
romance you imbibe will be fleeting.
For love to be complete,
you must find the other cauldron
whose magic is a love that is true!
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion
And saw my prince charming’s clear reflection
With bouquet of roses and a big box of chocolate
All for me on this coming Valentine’s date.
My heart was pounding in admiration and joy
He was so handsome, fair and tall. Oh, boy!
As I swam deeper, down into its bottom room
He became a wizard and I, a witch with a broom.
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion
And saw my prince charming’s magical reaction
Hats off before me to offer all his lovely gifts
And went out with me and my broom as our lift.
My heart was rejoicing with great happiness
For celebrating hearts’ day amidst singleness
This year’s Valentines Day has given me a great treat
A sweetheart in the eyes of people I’m going to meet.
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion and transformed into the person who I was.ME !
The Me that was missing pieces that felt so deeply about things.
The Me that had that innocence of a child ,who looked at everything in life with amazement and marveled at the wonders of life.
The Me who lived with the Magic that life is to be savored and lived for each moment.
The ME who appreciated the little things in life and believed that the world is a beautiful place full of wonders and so much possibilities.
Before I dived into that Magic potion I was in a dark place.
I felt dead inside ,the Magic was gone
It seize to exist. My heart stopped beating
I was numb,I could feel anymore
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion to be "Reborn"
To become Me
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion and... Poetry Contest
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion
in hubby's best interest
... and, drum roll, mine also
You see, well there's nothing to see
And that's the point
... for this point of contention
only touches the surface
Where his plumbing could use some work
... sigh ... a lot of work
We tried all the gimmicks
... and unfortunately
All the gimmicks laughed at us
We tried the blues, greens, and lotions
And his rowboat remains docked
… In the parting seas
With eagerness, we look at the cauldron
For some magic
Something … like something to hold onto
A rabbit's foot ... hum that might work
Even a lifeboat … only for me
So cauldron what say you
You have a bone to pick … ha, ha
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion
And turned numb
Watching helplessly as my body
Transformed into glimmering stars
All set to twinkle in broad daylight!
Then I found myself in the air
And heard a child wail out
At how gorgeous is the cloud
That is passing above his head!
What has happened to me, I wondered
As I realized that I was the cloud he was talking about!
With a sense of dread settling over me
I tried to get back into the cauldron
So that I may try to get back into my former shape
But the winds blew me further and further away
Towards the open sea where the waves rage and roar!
I felt myself disintegrate further and further
As I fell into the water and told myself
That this must be the end of me:
From human to water,
Merged with the great ocean!
Greed leads one to his own destruction
The magic potion was intended to be
Used sensibly
And I, hankering after its potency
Could only now wander if it is
My tears which are drowning me in this vast ocean
Or if the ocean water is that which drowns my tears!
I shall do a dish and a dash and a ha ha ha
making myself young, so fiddly fah lah lah
so saying, the old witch gave a loud gaffaw
her cauldron boiled and bubbled next to her bra
I pretend to cook kale and sauerkraut too
but in truth, I am concocting a witch’s stew
to make me as young as twenty-one or two
Wish me luck! Cackled the old hag, Libby Lou.
spleen of newt tongue of blubba
foul things toads eat for suppa
a potion so fine
will strengthen a spine
swallow with bread and butta.
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