Magic Poems
Farewell
by Anne Brontë
Farewell to thee! but not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
Within my heart they still shall dwell;
And they shall cheer and comfort me.
O, beautiful, and full of grace!
If thou hadst never met mine eye,
I had not dreamed a living face
Could fancied charms so far outvie.
If I may ne'er behold again
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R.I.P., My Love
by Tory Dent
Let us be apart then like the panoptical chambers in IC
patient X and patient Y, our names magic markered hurriedly on cardboard
and taped pell-mell to the sliding glass doors, "Mary", "Donald", "Tory";
an indication that our presence there would prove beyond temporary, like snow flurry.
Our health might be regained if aggressive medical action were taken, or despite
these best efforts, lost like missing children in the brambles of poor fortune.
The suffering of another's I can only envision through the mimesis of my own,
the alarming monitor next door in lieu of a heartbeat signifying cardiac arrest,
prompts a scurry of interns and nurses, their urgent footsteps to which
I listen, inert and prostrate, as if subject to the ground tremors of
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One Summer Night
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was rehearsing for an upcoming play, but it wasn't going well,
For I somehow lacked inspiration, and my delivery did not excel.
If only I could read more feelingly, I uttered with a sad sigh,
I would not fade away in the shadows, watching fame pass me by!
After many more attempts, I finally surrendered to my fatigue,
Completely dissatisfied and wishing, my success were guaranteed.
As I stood at my bedroom window, looking up at the pale stars,
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A MIDNIGHT VISITOR
by Jonathan Tafreg
When the sun goes down, she wears a long face,
Then she takes her anti-aging pills, and a necklace,
As if she wants to live forever young, she takes a pace,
Straight to the bathroom, her most sacred place.
Then she sits on her dressing table, for about three hours,
Beautifying herself, the little victim of ours,
She dresses her bed, with perfumes and some flowers,
Waiting for imponderables; her darkened powers.
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Black Magic Women ( I knew It)
by HIRAETH Mccombs
Your body makes me feel eternal.
Immortal, like im wearing a protective vest that keeps pain from hurting me like metal bullets.
I knew it,
The first time I saw you all wrapped up in leather and lace, a mona lisa beauty in the face, trying to keep up with you more like a race
I knew it ,
You put a magic spell on me, with your twisted tongue, around you even pain sounds like fun, I lose all my inhibition, I must admit it.
I knew it,
I hate to love you and love to hate you because bad taste so good, I took one look and I understood, lust.
I knew it ,
You would be the one to do it
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Innocence
by Everleigh Blackburn
Innocence of childhood,
Pure and untouched,
Like a blank canvas,
Waiting to be painted with colors of joy.
Giggles and laughter,
Fill the air with delight,
As little feet run freely,
Chasing after dreams.
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The Spaces In Between
by Schafer Bailey
“Good things come and go”
A pretty anarchist said to him
her white knuckles brushing
stringy brunette hair from her forehead
“But they always come”
She let out a sigh he could feel in his bones
and it reverberated to his core
She told me of the magic she found in this world
of spells we cast upon ourselves
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Culture Clash
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a college music teacher, engaged in pitch, tempo, rhythm and melody,
As lavish planets dance around a golden star, with the zeal of fuchsia fidelity.
I taught harmony, vocals and singing, and how to play musical instruments,
Like the harmony of redbird's distant calls, entering into sunglow moments.
Teaching was thrilling and rewarding, a great way to share the love of music,
As roving stars ever return to grape, dusk skies, being apparently homesick.
Loving mysterious music as I did, it followed naturally that I loved to dance;
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An Enchanted Doorway
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a sophisticated, world class traveler, like merry wind in green trees.
I had seen hottest deserts and rain forests, where songs will never cease.
I had traveled by planes and by trains, by luxury ship, fast car and camel;
And I had roamed mountains and valleys, like the comet, taking a gamble.
I had visited myriad cultured nations, meeting diverse, interesting people,
Like divers beautiful, sultry colors, with which the artist stains gilded easel.
Since I'd had various adventures, I was anxious that one day I'd be bored,
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Wild Moon of Magic
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was quite the cunning magician, famed for my illusions and sleight of hand,
Like cool tricks that jade green nature plays, that often we don't understand.
Days were filled with wonder and enchantment, like purple, star aster fields;
And the wonder of a coral, orange and red sunset, after a day of teal thrills!
The tradition of magic goes back centuries, as we frequently favor familiarity,
As sizzling sun follows the same golden path, amidst a pink peony prosperity.
Beside flower fields of blueberry fortune, friends in fashionable hats flaunted,
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