Short Magic Trick Poems
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Two-Storey House
One’s two-storey house on
Oak Street in
Elmwood
appeared after a
very rude and
unpleasant conjurer carried out a
magic trick.
I tried my hand at a magic trick,
it was supposed to make others sick,
so while the blood was flowing
I knew I would need sewing...
Can someone stitch an artery, quick?
Death
Like a magic trick where something vanishs
The smell of a rose, decay, and then nothing
Amazing and Frightening sound of silence
Death is cold, lost, and gone forever
Form:
Flavored water sticking on wooden stick
Its luscious top is so tasteful to lick
Like bar of sultry heaven
I've been craving since seven
Tender hearts are caught in its magic trick
2nd place
A magic trick
I'd often feared
You were there
Then disappeared
No rabbit pulled
From empty hat
No cute tulips
Or polished chat
I'd rather
I was cut in two
Than have to deal
With missing you
If I knew a magic trick to change the world
to make people kinder and softer
Bullying and fat would both be obsolete words
No one would know what they meant any more
because the world would only be kind
Once there was a man called Frank Benhance,
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Enhance by stunt & gimmick-doubt!
Enhance by magic & trick – doubt!
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How sweet,
so pretty,
to disappear
into smoke.
I am a magician,
with a flourish
and a white dove.
I lie down
in my bed of
green,
this magic trick,
and I share with you
my deceit.
So welcomed, so sweet,
this fiend.
This is all an alibi
Let's pretend I wasn't there
In my mind
I'm in a different place anyway
That's the place where I truly care
This is all an illusion
A magic trick that never ends
Someday I'll snap out of it
And life will never be the same
Monday morning all is blue,
Heaving oneself out of bed in a hullabaloo,
Dark outside as Halloween sets in,
Slugs attacking the teeth of our pumpkin,
Son demanding I arrange his cards for a magic trick,
Daughter huffing, expecting her breakfast to appear real quick,
I want to shut the door and hide away,
Under my inviting warm duvet.
I like to lick honey when I'm sick,
even though I know it'll stick,
makes me feel so much better,
those worker bees must add ,
something extra ,extra special
besides creating it very thick,
looks like they must include ,
some quite healthy healing charms...
yes, yes,yes that must be it!
It's like a secret magic trick!
Copyright McCuen 2009
And away
Serene looking sky
Seems to be holding the earth and comforting
Come up with any magic trick
The invisibility is locked
Where the earth would be lonely again
Without locking the doors of the eyes
I'm looking at that in the tumor mirror
Many nights
Revolving around his eyes
However, his eyes are looking hopefully towards the sky
Hungry survivors sit on the farm
the stage is set
for a magic trick of a life time
renewal and rebirth
the act of growing up to be little
the past life forgotten
lessons learned carried forward
a whirlwind of glitter
inside a solar powered box
turning the many wheels
of the generator
getting old enough to forget
the child you once were
and are about to be again
eternal
sometimes everything changes
when you see your mother
The token coin,
that's been
collecting
dust
since the
Jukebox died.
The ever fading
smiles,
from laughter
at genuine clowns.
The ashen burial sites
echoing today
still alive
in a child's eyes.
A return to innocence,
simpler, protective
days.
Will forever
have relevance
in eyes faded out.
If only we never
forget
how to breathe in
without
disappearing
like a black hat
magic trick.
Reframe the vision they see of your life
make it seem real easy put on a show;
They tend to wield your past just like a knife;
Selfies and status updates you outgrow
reset the loop just let them think they know;
Create an illusion laced with control;
Put those vacant views into a black hole,
walk away turn your back on what’s toxic;
What is visible is never the whole;
Just stack that deck become a magic trick.
If we let go for
a moment
sparkling light
lures us to that
other world
We move
closer to the source
and we find that
it has disappeared
Some kind of
magic trick, I suppose
Yet the lights
on the other
side of
the bay
still shine
The exsistence of light
is relative to the
exsistence of darkness
Can we watch the dance and join in?
Or are we missing the forest for the
trees?
Growing up in a racist world
Doesn't matter if your a boy or a girl
It will never change, it's all the same
People enjoy inflicting pain
Hurt feeling's for saying the wrong word
People really are disturbed
It was bad, but now it's worse
The past is a horrific curse
People protest and scream and yell
Living in their own personal hell
Keep trying to find a fix
Emotions are extremely mixed
It's all a massive magic trick
Form:
Scattered shattered shards of mirrors
Sparkle in dissipating smoke
A hungry hawk crisscrosses the darkening field
Searching for supper in the dead winter weeds
A single cloud caught in lower winds
speeds across the slower mass above
To disappear like some magic trick
Directly in front of the setting sun.
Last night four deer browsed beside us
We wait patiently sipping the last flute
Three each per sunset and no hurry
This is our time.
Somtimes the face mask is just a face mask.
Often the face masks matures
showing the life-roads that a person has chosen,
for good or worse.
Always forgiveness has no mask.
Sometimes beauty hides an ugliness,
more often ugliness hides the beauty.
Mostly, a homily face veils the light of God.
Appearance and perception are a magic trick,
not of any mask
but of those who judge it.
A mask cannot hide the perfection
from those who have taken off
their own masks.