Magic Poems

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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A smile
is a frown turned upside down.
A smile
is painted on the face of a clown.
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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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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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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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Sandra's seen a leprechaun,
Eddie touched a troll,
Laurie danced with witches once,
Charlie found some goblins' gold.
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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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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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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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Love,
A burning torch
Of Happiness,
Of which
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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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Temptress the sorceress brimful of black-magic;
hereby kisses boom of brills wizard.
Kisses to choleric black-out,
kisses to trace chirping of citations.
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