My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.
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You have magic in your finger tips,
Magic in your eye.
Magic in the arms that hold
And tell me not to cry.
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The magic lamp!
How wonderfully works to them! !
They show you magic
To charm,
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my father is a retired magician
which accounts for my irregular behavior
everythin comes outta magic hats
or bottles wit no bottoms & parakeets
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A smile
is a frown turned upside down.
A smile
is painted on the face of a clown.
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the fibres give in to your starry warmth
a lamp is called green and sees
carefully stepping into a season of fever
the wind has swept the rivers' magic
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There stood a Poplar, tall and straight;
The fair, round Moon, uprisen late,
Made the long shadow on the grass
A ghostly bridge ’twixt heaven and me.
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Hear that rhythm, check that beat,
Feel that pulse beneath your feet,
Find that tempo, measure the pace,
Perceive that smile upon your face.
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May I never cease to wonder:
At the cascading crystal blue waters
Of the waterfall; at each new dawn's
Sweet sunbursts of flesh pink magic.
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When I set out for Lyonnesse,
A hundred miles away,
The rime was on the spray,
And starlight lit my lonesomeness
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Never the time and the place
And the loved one all together!
This path--how soft to pace!
This May -- what magic weather!
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the morning is so beautiful..friend
wake up and see it yourself
the young dawns magic..nothing seems old
as the new day unfolds
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Laughter is a pleasant sound, it spreads joy all around
Whether you're young or old, laughter can be like
Magic to our souls, whenever we're feeling sad
Laughter can sustain us so that things don't seem
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Sandra's seen a leprechaun,
Eddie touched a troll,
Laurie danced with witches once,
Charlie found some goblins' gold.
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I am watching Cleo listening, our cat
listening to Mozart's Magic Flute. What
can she be hearing? What
can the air carry into her ears like that,
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If you are a dreamer, come in
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
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Snowflakes create mosaics of moonlace.
They paint fantastic shadows on the glass.
A word or two accents the falling day.
Dusk flickers like a magic picture light.
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an amazing creator
we have here
a scientist
a poet
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I too have a garret of old playthings.
I have tin soldiers with broken arms upstairs.
I have a wagon and the wheels gone upstairs.
I have guns and a drum, a jumping-jack and a magic lantern.
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Being a translation of the song that was made by a Mohammedan schoolmaster of Bengal Infantry (some time on service at Suakim) when he heard that Kitchener was taking money from the English to build a Madrissa for Hubshees -- or a college for the Sudanese.
Oh Hubshee, carry your shoes in your hand and bow your head on your breast!
...
With her little hands, she scans each page
and as she looks.
She finds that she is mesmerized by the
magic from these books.
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Would that by Hindu magic we became
Dark monks of jeweled India long ago,
Sitting at Prince Siddartha's feet to know
The foolishness of gold and love and station,
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Golden stars tell the story, of still, night's glory,
Twinkling and flashing, in the hours of dreams,
Long after the dazzling sunset, a black cherry,
Full moon's lovely as it's pouring, satiny cream.
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Beauty imposes reverence in the Spring,
Grave as the urge within the honeybuds,
It wounds us as we sing.
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Butte Magic of Ignorance
Butte Magic
Is the same as no-Butte
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When she hugs me
and takes my face to her breasts
the comfort is in my mind
and not in my body.
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And Gwydion said to Math, when it was Spring:
"Come now and let us make a wife for Llew."
And so they broke broad boughs yet moist with dew,
And in a shadow made a magic ring:
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Staying at the western brink of the sky
The Sun opens his fiery third eye
A red tint abruptly colours the sky
With chiffon clouds floating high
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In a distant forest stood
A special tree that one day could
Grow magic beans with special power
workers will pick them for hours
...
A woman's face can have a grimace
Whatever the woman's mind wants.
A woman's body can handle everything:
Love, birth and death.
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Wandering down the wooded path,
A sparkle 'neath a tree
Captures my attention -
A forest sprite I see;
...
It was just a Kiss
A harmless little Kiss
But it was so tender & so sweet
I completely succumbed
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Give a child a stick
Watch her create magic, there!
in front of your eyes
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Ah, the happiness!
The deep awareness
That Poetry to Life
So often brings.
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While standing by the glassy sea
We embraced, as lovers often do
A magic moment given you n' me
On a sandy beach near Honolulu
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Where no birds breathe, bird-magic breathes
Bird-beauty, bird-spirit, bird-splendour,
And brings where no bird wings,
Wing-beats that woo me to wonder.
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Never before was daughter of Eve endow'd with a face so fair,
There be none of God's holy angels with a beauty half so rare
As thine, nor dreamer has ever dreamed the loveliness you wear.
There's a gleam in your golden tress, Lieb! a light in your melting eye!
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How bright the room seemed! It was as if a ray of light came from the book, a luminous tree whose branches spread out across the ceiling. The leaves were fresh and green and on each branch flowers bloomed and fruit hung. The flowers were faces of young maidens, some with radiant dark eyes and other(s) with clear blue ones. The fruits were sparkling stars. All the while the most beautiful music could be heard.
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I gift to you,
A soothing dream.
A dream to cherish,
A dream to gleam.
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Poetry is an excuse to dream.....
When whims like wild flowers out of the void bloom
When emotions go off like ripe fruits from a tree
And heart swims like a swan down river!
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Reproach me not e'en if I earn your indignation;
Know: of us two you are to be more envied far.
Unlike my love for you, yours is sincere, unmarred
By jealousy's mistrust, its rancour and vexation.
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All the magical ways
With the magic of days
My soul is soaring for you
...
Poured from the bottles
Mixed with the ice cubes
Bubbles making way to the frogs
Jumping up and down
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This poem was written in the first couple of weeks after I met Dónall and it's based on my mishearing of the word 'modulation' - the word he used for the easy transmuting of one mode, one mood, into another, which the two of us experienced in our communicaions with each other.
I think my new word, 'magellation' means the magic of easy communication though words and touch, which we have found with each other from the start. This is the poem:
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Did Chuang Chou dream he was the butterfly?
Or the butterfly dream he was Chuang Chou?
In the single body’s transformations
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The Sun is rising
High up the great mountainside
Spreading her magic
Her light is so inspiring
...
A young magic man saw there was
no mountains left by this
land cos of man’s destruction
So he blow magic and said
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The “Big Island” of Hawaii
Beautiful, lush and remote
Magic n’ wonder abound
“Once known as Mu” he wrote
...
Wow, wonderful day shines,
With new hope, with new joy,
Light does magic of love,
In sky we see continuity.
...
Sometimes you strike the right chord
Sometimes you get the nuance
...
Jack took his magic top hat off the rack.
He placed it over a pretty old rat
The rat jumped around and around
Jacks friends saw the jumping hat.
...
I love you because
The mystery of your being
Fascinates me.
...
I don't remember when I lost my tenderness
And hardened into a thick shelled adult
No more innocent, no more gullible
Like a snake, I have peeled away my old self
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They whisper secrets, nature's mettle,
when morning dew adorns each petal,
who asks these buds to grow and glow?
and embrace the magic that spring bestows.
...
You see the fairies dancing in the fountain,
Laughing, leaping, sparkling with the spray;
You see the gnomes, at work beneath the mountain,
...
An Italian
Magic yarn from Tuscany
Carpet of Haiku
...
Singsong a magic melody
Recitation to a rhapsody
The Horn wails, a Sax moans
Sensual satin, smoothly intone
...
True-Taoist, good friend Mêng,
Your madness known to one and all,
Young you laughed at rank and power.
Now you sleep in pine-tree clouds.
...
The Magic of Numbers—1
How strange it was to hear the furniture being moved around in the apartment upstairs!
...
Long after midnight has fallen
a hush falls throughout the land
as dawn slowly approaches
to once more colourize the land.
...
Rose-pink, glowing, tiny hands and toes,
the magic of perfection brought to life -
if we can think beyond that self-same glow,
how may we help your passage through this life?
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A weaver of words in deep quiet reflects
In his mind's prism, many a thought deflects
Within him the rainbow colours of passion rage
He scripts songs of beauty and rhyme on page after page
...
Like a magician
Who so entertains
With sleight of her hand
You perform magic
...
The throbbing of my veins will never stop,
I walk with pride, while others flop.
My neck arched tall, my skin goes pale,
Aglow with youth while others stale.
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Naples, too credulous, ah! boast no more
The sweet-voiced Siren buried on thy shore,
That, when Parthenope deceas'd, she gave
...
OH, what a garden it was, living gold, living green,
Full of enchantments like spices embalming the air,
...
Within your magic web of hair, lies furled
The fire and splendour of the ancient world;
The dire gold of the comet's wind-blown hair;
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Golden sands of sifting time
Spills dna silt to expose,
Helen, Mona and Norma Jean
Guided firm by natures repose.
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There dwelt a widow learned and devout,
Behind our hamlet on the eastern hill.
Three sons she had, who went to find the world.
They promised to return, but wandered still.
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I looked at the distant galaxies,
I looked at the distant suns and the stars,
I looked at my own sun and its planets,
I looked at this wonderful earth,
...
He stayed up half the night
collecting one hundred fireflies in a mason jar.
Just before midnight he unscrewed the lid
and released them inside the screen porch.
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Would it need the black magic
On the swords are the hands of men
Black magic and the bunch of followers
Black magic they say away
...
Atmospheric refraction with a tangerine touch
How beautiful the sun appears on the horizon,
While rising up and while going down
In all, its magnificent forms
...
His blindness lends a magic to his fingers,
As if his seeing subtlety were sensed
In them, and his wits left his eyes to work
...
"THE mountain village was destroy'd;
But see how soon is fill'd the void!
Shingles and boards, as by magic arise,
The babe in his cradle and swaddling-clothes lies;
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Rose is the perfumed page sprung at the website just to delight,
Marie appears in the colorful petals as poetic beauty realized,
Juan are the thoughts that are gifted by the Ancient Knight,
Austin is the magic of poetry that makes a reader hypnotized.
...
Long after the sheets have been wrung straight
And memories and magic of moments
Have escaped scampering
...
Go, since you must, but, Dearest, know
That, Honour having bid you go,
Your honour, if your life be spent,
Shall have a costly monument
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THROUGH many days and many days
The seed of love lay hidden close;
We walked the dusty tiresome ways
Where never a leaf or blossom grows.
...
Soaring on wings of imagination,
Often I landed in magic realms
Wandered into the pockets of Nature
Peeped into human nature
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I weave the magic words
To sing lullabies to myself
But lullabies float in the air
Carried by clouds
...
The charm and sweetness of his magic verse
Will mock the envious years for centuries!
Since youth, on hearing them, for glory burns,
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Magic moments happen in our lives
when we are kissed by an angel
under the moonlight.
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Part II - Aladin disappears
The magic carpet has reached in the field of camomiles,
...
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With gorgeous figure, she is a pretty match!
Albeit her face is cute as apple fruit
Her gambling eyes made me mute......
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Curled 'round my memory
...with your clever trickery
Raw emotions bleed out the same...
Sorrows of yesterdays fairwells
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Norwegian fjords
With beautiful high mountains
Cast a magic spell.
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The Lunar serenade was so magic, was... this at night...
The stars preserve, looking with the tedious so white...
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Two innocent minds were interacting;
One said to another, do you see those floating clouds
One day I threw some pebbles in the sea
And water started to evaporate and now see the magic
...
Why should I take your time
describing in loving detail
the day so many years ago
when I smelt the air on a cliff-top –
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I HAVE saddled your white steed, and I have burnished them-
Your belt with crystal clasps, your lance, your scimitar,
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Light it once
and see the magic
The sparks fly
When the flame is high
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if i could wish upon a star
i wish i had a magic car
a magic car to take me places
a magic car to see different faces
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Sing with the heart and dance with the soul
Hold all the smiles, the magic words will flow,
The happy feet will rejoin your show and roll,
Call from afar, near, above and below,
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I fail to see the trick
How can I stand when you keep pushing me?
There’s nothing wrong but there’s nothing right
I laugh my a** off (lmao)
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Saturday afternoon,
the air, now so hot, and streets
busy with that slightly faster pace of personal intention,
weekend plans:
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