AaHarvey
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2020 7:20pm
23rd Oct 2020 7:20pm
Fantastical
We need magic in our lives.
Imagine a world without it.
I still dream of dragon’s fire.
I have since I was a kid.
There are many worlds, somewhere out there,
And they all need the stars to shine.
Every kingdom needs an heir.
I wish I had a fantastical mind,
Which could easily speak of fantasy more readily,
But I am all I am.
It is not enough, as it should be,
For fantasies do not happen every day…
But stories must be told,
So I had to say.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Imagine a world without it.
I still dream of dragon’s fire.
I have since I was a kid.
There are many worlds, somewhere out there,
And they all need the stars to shine.
Every kingdom needs an heir.
I wish I had a fantastical mind,
Which could easily speak of fantasy more readily,
But I am all I am.
It is not enough, as it should be,
For fantasies do not happen every day…
But stories must be told,
So I had to say.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
#hope
#universe
#dragons
#SelfReflection
#magic
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2020 7:17pm
23rd Oct 2020 7:17pm
Fantasy Reality
Strange times call for stranger people.
Magic exists and it’s mostly not evil.
Fantasy worlds are there if you believe.
Use your imagination and you will once more see.
When I was weak I noticed you through stained glass.
Now I am strong enough to take a chance.
I reach into your world and find my spirit.
You drag me into being with you, where the Queen’s are not all wicked.
Where next to go on this magical road trip?
Into your heart is a place I want to visit,
And maybe you would let me stay.
Let’s create a movie...
Magic exists and it’s mostly not evil.
Fantasy worlds are there if you believe.
Use your imagination and you will once more see.
When I was weak I noticed you through stained glass.
Now I am strong enough to take a chance.
I reach into your world and find my spirit.
You drag me into being with you, where the Queen’s are not all wicked.
Where next to go on this magical road trip?
Into your heart is a place I want to visit,
And maybe you would let me stay.
Let’s create a movie...
#love
#hope
#dreams
#utopia
#magic
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averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2020 12:03pm
22nd Oct 2020 12:03pm
Come now
Come now
Come now Witches gather, it's nearly that time of year, when we've arrived at Summers end and Winters drawing near
As the veil grows thinner our spirits from the past, can come to us in our world, but for just one night it lasts
Samhain is the blessing, we give thanks to all who've gone, but on that night we may get a glimpse of their light that once so brightly shone
To feel them beside you, you'll know that they are there, reminding you they still love you, to show that they still care
So gather around the fire, give offerings...
Come now Witches gather, it's nearly that time of year, when we've arrived at Summers end and Winters drawing near
As the veil grows thinner our spirits from the past, can come to us in our world, but for just one night it lasts
Samhain is the blessing, we give thanks to all who've gone, but on that night we may get a glimpse of their light that once so brightly shone
To feel them beside you, you'll know that they are there, reminding you they still love you, to show that they still care
So gather around the fire, give offerings...
#dreams
#magic
32 reads
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dustyJournals
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 6:33pm
20th Oct 2020 6:33pm
The Ghostly Bible
The Royal Family: Episode 1, some God’s legacy”
Looking through the camera in the top corner of the living room; Jim is sitting on his chair with a tv magazine in his hand, Barbara and Denise are sitting together on the sofa.
“It’s nearly eight o’clock in the morning, Barb. I doubt when Denise moves in with Dave, that she isn’t going to be getting up this early.”
“Keep out of it, Dad.” Denise replied, frowning in his direction. “You’re just stressed because of not finding Peter, and making him pay for the phone-bill, towards Aberdeen.”
“Comes in here, has...
Looking through the camera in the top corner of the living room; Jim is sitting on his chair with a tv magazine in his hand, Barbara and Denise are sitting together on the sofa.
“It’s nearly eight o’clock in the morning, Barb. I doubt when Denise moves in with Dave, that she isn’t going to be getting up this early.”
“Keep out of it, Dad.” Denise replied, frowning in his direction. “You’re just stressed because of not finding Peter, and making him pay for the phone-bill, towards Aberdeen.”
“Comes in here, has...
#funny
#ShortStory
#magic
#nonfiction
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 5:16am
20th Oct 2020 5:16am
Thrill (2020)
here are some thoughts from me to you
wherever you are, whatever you do
whenever these words are drifting by,
while moving around under the sky,...
there is between us a space that is filled
with a deep penetrating mind to mind thrill
everything you think, all that I feel
flows in between us and it is real
when we are trusting, when we let go
when we imagine that we can know
I am with you when you are with me
we are together separately
joined for a moment or two in this time
we resonate freely from mind to mind...
wherever you are, whatever you do
whenever these words are drifting by,
while moving around under the sky,...
there is between us a space that is filled
with a deep penetrating mind to mind thrill
everything you think, all that I feel
flows in between us and it is real
when we are trusting, when we let go
when we imagine that we can know
I am with you when you are with me
we are together separately
joined for a moment or two in this time
we resonate freely from mind to mind...
#magic
41 reads
2 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
19th Oct 2020 10:12pm
19th Oct 2020 10:12pm
The thin veil
#dreams
#magic
37 reads
2 Comments
druidicheirophant
Poem Published
15th Oct 2020 5:29am
15th Oct 2020 5:29am
enochian entities taking mao tao ying form - thalassa seas
strange alien entities in gloomy realms full of shrooms, doing teletes to galactic center connected to multidimensional alien confederacies with outposts on the moon, a blackened smoky canine-like beast lucifuge behind a tree with glowing silver eyes, and with loki's kleidochous hides the mushroom man with fox-sight, with all different dimensional forms of analysis with many shades of light, when the milesian's start moving back towards northern climes, and mil's agendas continue from other times, 50 beelzebubs are present every-time a moth goes by, which signifies a presence of astral...
#fairies
#magic
#curse
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GhostPoet
Poem Published
14th Oct 2020 9:45pm
14th Oct 2020 9:45pm
Tanka 1--- October 31, 2020
the rarest full moon
conjures thine most hallowed night~
sacred lunacy;
as autumn's necromancers
summon primeval magick
conjures thine most hallowed night~
sacred lunacy;
as autumn's necromancers
summon primeval magick
#moon
#Halloween
#tanka
#pagan
#magic
58 reads
5 Comments
jemac
Poem Published
12th Oct 2020 00:58am
12th Oct 2020 00:58am
All Hallows Eve
cloak of black velvet
hangs dutifully in wait
of all hallows eve
its richness beckons to her
she runs her gnarled hands
over lush threads
she calls to it
springing to life
wrapping itself over her rounded shoulders, she spins herself
young
a surge of energy
runs through her
incantations spring from
lush lips
her cauldron rattles and shakes
fire bursts at its feet
whisps of purple magical
steam rise
she cackles...
hangs dutifully in wait
of all hallows eve
its richness beckons to her
she runs her gnarled hands
over lush threads
she calls to it
springing to life
wrapping itself over her rounded shoulders, she spins herself
young
a surge of energy
runs through her
incantations spring from
lush lips
her cauldron rattles and shakes
fire bursts at its feet
whisps of purple magical
steam rise
she cackles...
#Halloween
#LifeAsAWriter
#magic
53 reads
5 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
4th Oct 2020 9:20pm
4th Oct 2020 9:20pm
A deal is a deal
Lucy Fair was having a bad day.
Stomach cramps, high fever.
No other choice but to call
Dr Faust, a despicable being
Always crying, lamenting
About the miserable conditions
And emplacement of the
Lodgings allocated to him.
So what if they were
Above a blacksmith's den,
Worse on Sun Days,
A reminder from Godè
A Being not always so subtle
In His ways.
Faust was summoned,
Bowed most elegantly.
''Have you an elexir,
My dear doctor'' she asked,
Trying to stay most polite.
''I might'' he replied, ...
Stomach cramps, high fever.
No other choice but to call
Dr Faust, a despicable being
Always crying, lamenting
About the miserable conditions
And emplacement of the
Lodgings allocated to him.
So what if they were
Above a blacksmith's den,
Worse on Sun Days,
A reminder from Godè
A Being not always so subtle
In His ways.
Faust was summoned,
Bowed most elegantly.
''Have you an elexir,
My dear doctor'' she asked,
Trying to stay most polite.
''I might'' he replied, ...
#atheism
#faith
#mythology
#magic
#morality
27 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Oct 2020 8:23pm
4th Oct 2020 8:23pm
Soul Sister (for my late former wife)
Soul Sister
Oh, child of the Irish Channel,
is she who attended Divinity School
known as parochial education
in the haze of liberation theology.
She is a lost lamb who wanders the slums
opening her purse for bums.
She gazes with wonder at every fallen cross
in the neighborhood graveyard.
She saunters angelically through hobo town
upon whose frailty she leaves
the rock of ages in pamphlets.
The bright-eyed moonchild surveys dreamscapes
aglow with love light.
As she walks under a balcony
fate...
Oh, child of the Irish Channel,
is she who attended Divinity School
known as parochial education
in the haze of liberation theology.
She is a lost lamb who wanders the slums
opening her purse for bums.
She gazes with wonder at every fallen cross
in the neighborhood graveyard.
She saunters angelically through hobo town
upon whose frailty she leaves
the rock of ages in pamphlets.
The bright-eyed moonchild surveys dreamscapes
aglow with love light.
As she walks under a balcony
fate...
#teens
#childhood
#city
#magic
#graveyard
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2 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2020 9:08pm
3rd Oct 2020 9:08pm
Knock knock
Knock on the door
As a big sword handling angel
Tried with those huge wings
To enter God's office.
Gabriel had to come in sideways
With clings and clangs.
God smiled in His beard
Not understanding the
Youngsters' ways
Maybe the outfit had to do
With one of those lovely
Japanese Comics characters
And their get together
At comfests.
''Pray, my Lord, why do you
Allow such crazies as Caesars
Hitlers and Mussolinis?....Even
Just one child molested
And all the misery?''
A difficult one, even for God. ...
As a big sword handling angel
Tried with those huge wings
To enter God's office.
Gabriel had to come in sideways
With clings and clangs.
God smiled in His beard
Not understanding the
Youngsters' ways
Maybe the outfit had to do
With one of those lovely
Japanese Comics characters
And their get together
At comfests.
''Pray, my Lord, why do you
Allow such crazies as Caesars
Hitlers and Mussolinis?....Even
Just one child molested
And all the misery?''
A difficult one, even for God. ...
#atheism
#faith
#mythology
#magic
#morality
39 reads
4 Comments
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