What image does the word magic conjure up,
a prestidigitator or mystic spell?
Some say sorcery always needs a backup;
for wizards are tricksters with something to sell,
pretending to master the secrets of Hell.
Though illusionists' tricks deceive the eye,
hidden mirrors can't make real, disappear.
They claim to levitate and seemingly fly;
honing their art for another grand premiere,
hawking their autographs as a souvenir.
Enchanters, can enchant susceptible souls,
into believing their magic is real.
By exploiting reality's hidden holes,
they can manipulate how you think and feel;
turning ordinary into surreal.
Seemingly achieving the impossible;
magic and miracles share similar traits.
Both stretch the boundaries of what's possible,
contrary to what reality mandates;
and both fueled philosophical debates.
Categories:
prestidigitator, allusion, fantasy, how i
Form: Quintain (English)
Peter’s prestidigitator progeny perambulated peripatetically with prodigious prowess. Perhaps his precocity precluded presumptuous perspicacity?
January, 11, 2021
Categories:
prestidigitator, humor,
Form: Free verse
Morning in Wonderland
Beautiful rain I had a shower
used rose petals as soap and hibiscus as a towel,
while three black crows sat on the fence
crafting giggling commentaries on how I looked
An illusionist came walking up the lane, and
the crows took refuge under his cape.
The mist came rolling in they disappeared
left me wondering about the prestidigitator.
He didn`t need to entertain me as I was busy
dancing and singing in the rain.
Categories:
prestidigitator, encouraging, environment, fairy, farewell,
Form: Blank verse
INNOCENCE
Once a child…
The thought elicits a slight warm smile
And I sit falling back for a while
Metamorphosis is gradual
Yet when clearing is realized -
what a strange revelization of self
With easy ignorant aspirations –
That so small self
Being molded shaped
Recognition is quick… but
Content?... Happy? … Angry?... Sad?
What makes me tick?
Mainly well at least partially
It must be expectations,,, expectations?
YES!
And all the developed conflicts surface
Flood my imagination… imagination?
YES!
Oh I was a dreamer
A prestidigitator
Of scenarios
With no thought of reality
(Reality contains an element of hope
Hope is universal) (Everyone knows that)
Coming – to
I shake my head
A head filled with chaos
I was a happy child
Now thanking God
For childhood innocence
Dave Austin
Categories:
prestidigitator, child,
Form: Free verse
A BALLOON FALLS TOO SOON
The same way a balloon eventually deflates
the way it falls fleetingly to the floor
the same way some items arrive in damaged crates
that's the way a lover sometimes decides to walk out the door
one day a balloon is flying high into the sky
the way it dances amidst clandestine clouds or the sun
that's the way a lover sometimes is forced to say goodbye
and has to admit that what was meant to be is finally done
when one lover takes that balloon and punctures it with a hole
and the air escapes with determined arrogance and hate
that's the way escape becomes one lover's ultimate goal
and the other learns the meaning of the word “ingrate”
it starts with ingratiation
Then somehow the other one becomes a prestidigitator
It begins with respect and adoration
then ends with dirty words not too much later
just like a balloon the air runs out and what once floated falls to the ground
but I suppose that's what happens when one's ego goes out of control
so the balloon can no longer seek freedom found
and one of them is responsible for puncturing the hole
© 2012.....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
prestidigitator, angst,
Form: Quatrain
it's magic!
A prestidigitator I know
graciously agreed to show me
how to make quarters vanish
for small children in costume
on Halloween night.
After insufficient practice
the night came for me to
offer the choice, "trick, or treat".
Few came by to engage in the
uh..."hallowed" American tradition
but that is another trick.
When asked "Do you want the trick, or
do you want the treat?",
everyone, said "treat!", much to my dismay.
The final costumed charges came up,
a probable four-year-old girl
and her younger brother in tow,
mother at the driveway.
I asked her the question, expecting
the previous answer in return, but
to my keen expectation, she answered "trick!"
I proceeded to pull out a quarter
and do a slight bit of slight-of-hand,
somewhat clumsily, but when I opened
my hand to drop the vanished coin
into hers, she looked at her empty
hand for a few perplexed seconds,
then began to giggle uncontrollably
- now that, indeed, is magic to me.
© Goode Guy 2012-11-01
she got the "magic" coin and a big candy bar.
Categories:
prestidigitator, childhood, happiness, inspirational, life,
Form: Narrative
A BALLOON FALLS TOO SOON
The same way a balloon eventually deflates
the way it falls fleetingly to the floor
the same way some items arrive in damaged crates
that's the way a lover sometimes decides to walk out the door
one day a balloon is flying high into the sky
the way it dances amidst clandestine clouds or the sun
that's the way a lover sometimes is forced to say goodbye
and has to admit that what was meant to be is finally done
when one lover takes that balloon and punctures it with a hole
and the air escapes with determined arrogance and hate
that's the way escape becomes one lover's ultimate goal
and the other learns the meaning of the word “ingrate”
it starts with ingratiation
Then somehow the other one becomes a prestidigitator
It begins with respect and adoration
then ends with dirty words not too much later
just like a balloon the air runs out and what once floated falls to the ground
but I suppose that's what happens when one's ego goes out of control
so the balloon can no longer seek freedom found
and one of them is responsible for puncturing the hole
© 2012.....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
prestidigitator, angst,
Form: Quatrain
A BALLOON FALLS TOO SOON
The same way a balloon eventually deflates
the way it falls fleetingly to the floor
the same way some items arrive in damaged crates
that's the way a lover sometimes decides to walk out the door
one day a balloon is flying high into the sky
the way it dances amidst clandestine clouds or the sun
that's the way a lover sometimes is forced to say goodbye
and has to admit that what was meant to be is finally done
when one lover takes that balloon and punctures it with a hole
and the air escapes with determined arrogance and hate
that's the way escape becomes one lover's ultimate goal
and the other learns the meaning of the word ingrate
it starts with ingratiation
Then somehow the other one becomes a prestidigitator
It begins with respect and adoration
then ends with dirty words not too much later
just like a balloon the air runs out and what once floated falls to the ground
but I suppose that's what happens when one's ego goes out of control
so the balloon can no longer seek freedom found
and one of them is responsible for puncturing the hole
© 2012.....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
prestidigitator, angst,
Form: Quatrain