Magic Poems

I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
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Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
slope of my cheek. On the
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When I have fears that I may cease to be
my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
high-piled books, in charactery,
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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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these hips are big hips.
they need space to
move around in.
they don't fit into little
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There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.
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Seeing we never found gay fairyland
(Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon)
And missed the tide of Lethe; yet are soon
For that new bridge that leaves old Styx half-spanned;
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Bluebells carpet the woodland floor
Packed so tightly that insects tip-toe
Softly and quietly between them.
Their beauty unlocks a woodland door
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They are alike, prim scholar and perfervid lover:
When comes the season of decay, they both decide
Upon sweet, husky cats to be the household pride;
Cats choose, like them, to sit, and like them, shudder.
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I am often so attracted,
Mesmerized and enchanted,
Having watched pretty things,
With magic in their wings,
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I’m no genie or Houdini,
I’m The Famous Rob Kabob.
Hocus-pocus I must focus,
I must think to do my job.
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When you are in the midst of darkness
Where loneliness engulfs your soul
Twinges of hopelessness felt
Chirping sound of crickets heard
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(A great one while calling his barroness by these names...)

It was a scent...BUT not just any,...
her scent filled the air
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In my life you are a beautiful dream,
but in my dream you are mine.
You are the soul and the blood stream,
that could make me an eternal life.
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A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
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The moonlight breaks upon the city's domes,
And falls along cemented steel and stone,
Upon the grayness of a million homes,
Lugubrious in unchanging monotone.
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Have you seen the Full Moon tonight
When the sky was more than generous
It had started distributing goodies gratis
In the evening when the moon was rising
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No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately.
I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness,
For my surrounding air hath a new lightness;
Slight are her arms, yet they have bound me straitly
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I do not ask for mercy for understanding for peace
And in these heavy days I do not ask for release
I do not ask that suffering shall cease.
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Oh, Marcia,
I want your long blonde beauty
to be taught in high school,
so kids will learn that God
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It's something generations have come to understand…
The beauty and the magic within a mother's hands.

I think about the magic…so wonderful and grand
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You are the magic
Able to create
Anything on earth
From what you think
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By LJK

Intolerable tolerance, unbreakable bond
Of you I am so very fond
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A young boy ran up to me in the bookstore and asked,
"Where's the magic wand? "
I stared at his smiling face…not knowing how to respond.
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A girl and her mother were very, very poor
Had not a single crumb in their kitchen store.

The girl, one day jumped up and said,
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Perhaps the earliest lesson we absorb inside our mother's womb as we're waiting to be born…
is how there's magic in the water keeping us secure and fed and warm.

It's a lesson that continues from the moment of our birth:
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As part of our Christmas decorations in the bookstore…high upon a shelf
tucked into a corner…we have placed our Christmas elf.

And high above the books themselves…it is also worth noting
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He slowly made his way into the bookstore…unsteady on his feet…
using one of those medical walkers…with wheels and a seat.

Not only did he have trouble walking…but all his words were slurred…
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The magic of sounds was there
The magic of the stars
The magic of moon's. light
The magic of the sighs
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I have fond memories of my school days.I can recall the names of a few friends from my primary school days.One of them was Sumana.She knew dancing and it was a rare privilege for a child of our age. Once Sumana danced in a function organized by Durga Puja Committee near our house.I was a bit jealous and wished I could dance like her.But dance teachers were not easily available those days.Later on I participated in many school dramas and realized my dream.

One of the funny event I recall to this day is this:
I was reading in Class-1.A Magic Show was arranged in our School.Our class teacher asked each student to bring 25 paise for the Show to be paid to the Magician.In those days, for a child of my age, getting 5 or 10 paise for our pocket expenses was a big thing.
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