One of the things that Teller and I are obsessed with, one of the reasons that we're in magic, is the difference between fantasy and reality.
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Reality (1st of Seven Secondary Virtues)
Poem Title: (Reality) 1st of Seven Secondary Virtues of a Happy Marriage
Poem 174 b …. Title : (Reality) 1st of Seven Secondary Virtues of a Happy Marriage.
Subject Reality...As a Human being.A creature that cuts down trees, then to pulp in a machine.
As an attempt to manufacture a cost effective way of transmitting News to all the World.
Most of which is of Climate Change and full of subjective slogans on how we must save the trees!
Real Reality..... How about this Poet? Who lives within a Fantasy of Trust whereby he allows
His Loving Partner to hold the sacred knowledge of the password to his private website.
And always knowing this, knew that anything that he did write could then be read in true Reality.
Hypo statical Reality ….As a Happy Marriage holds three levels of Hypo stasis in a given day.
Blood pressure rising or falling in anticipation as to the level of eggs that he be treading upon.
Metaphysically thinking and speaking in riddles or codes too, for all time to confuse an enemy.
Beyond the wit of Reality........ Any Happy Marriage is beholding three levels of wit.
The wit of knowing when to sleep with the wisest of wise tongues keeping the wisest of heads.
The wit of the pretence of reality and being wide wide wide awake too a Lovers every need.
The Fantasy of the Reality.....Of any Happy Marriage is the joint ability to understand difference.
Difference in attitude, Man to Woman, Woman to Man.Lie to Exaggeration, Exaggerative Lie.
Fantasy of the moment, of the drudgery of daily grinds or the reality of a magic carpet ride.
The Reality of a Happy Marriage is striving to achieve to score the winning Goal in allotted time.
Loosing score, playing two halves plus extra time and neither gaining upper hand through penalties
Real Subjective Reality, Hypo static God Head to prevail by use of Wit and Prose and Pure Fantasy!
(Written 13th July 2010) A Triversen at first attempt. Success or Failure (Time will tell)
poem by Philip Winchester
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But I don't want to for M lady Ernestine
I wander freely mentally.
Enraptured by the things I see
within my worlds of fantasy.
I just reject reality
where nothing ever works for me.
Quite certain I would rather be
divorced from harsh reality
There is no comfort here for me
and live in my own fantasy.
A dream which cannot possibly
be realised apparently
Reluctantly I must agree.
That I am where I’m meant to be.
You can’t escape reality
and learn to act responsibly.
30-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Sonnet: There Are Reasons for All Things
There must be reasons for the shaking leaves;
There must be reasons for the swaying trees;
There must be reasons for the drying sheaves;
There must be reasons causing any breeze.
There must be reasons for the waves at sea;
There must be reasons for ripples in pond;
There must be reasons for the sea briny;
There must be reasons for a mutual bond.
There must be reasons for the changing climes;
There must be reasons for both drought and rain;
There must be reasons for good and bad times;
There must be reasons for a boon or bane.
There must be reasons for all things on earth;
But not much reasons why men sin since birth!
poem by John Celes
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Dual Personality for C.P.Sharma
Dual Personality
Sometimes I try to concentrate.
My mind decides to deviate
and gaily goes its sweet way
Against my will I have to say.
Although I love to fantasise
I often find to my surprise.
My mind is playing tricks on me.
Accepting as reality.
Strange things which cannot possibly
exist outside of fantasy.
Perhaps my mind is free to go
to places that I cannot know.
Bound by my frame of reference.
To where there is no difference.
Reality and fantasy
can coexist quite happily.
Am I my mind? Is my mind me?
It seems to me quite possibly.
My mind does not depend on me.
An independent entity
which is quite free to come and go.
I am convinced it must be so.
Although I know I’m always me.
My mind remains a mystery.
Am I my mind? Is my mind me?
I ponder on it frequently.
It seems to work efficiently
but how it does still baffles me.
12-Oct-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Things Happen For Their Reasons
Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.
Things happen for their reasons.
And,
What is there to say...
That can excuse mistakes away.
Stop that need to medicate.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why waste time in prolonged debates.
Thing happen for their reasons.
What is the purpose for seeking escapes.
Things happen for their reasons.
Acceptance eases,
The facing of one's fate.
Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.
Stop that need to feed on grief.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why squeeze a healing wound to bleed.
Things happen for their reasons
They happen for their reasons.
And aging doesn't make one safe.
Or offer escapades as a gateway to charade.
Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.
Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.
Even while one ages,
With a life reminisced played on many stages...
Try their best to gracefully accept,
Things happen for their reasons.
And those experienced,
Eventually see this.
Things happen for their reasons.
And in the living of one's life...
A discovery reveals,
Those reasons with insight.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Know That Its Magic
Im amazed at things you, you do it all with ease
I smile while everything you do, drives me to my knees
cos I know that its magic, and I know that its magic
Yes, I know that its magic, in everything you try to do
Many times I see ahead, Ill have to make a stand
Maybe I can call on you, I know youd understand
cos I know that its magic, and I know that its magic
Yes, I know that its magic, in everything you try to do
cos I know that its magic, and I know that its magic
Yes, I know that its magic, in everything you try to do
cos I know that its magic, and I know that its magic
Yes, I know that its magic, and I know that its magic
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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The Reasons
It's just the way it goes, and everybody does,
And nobody said I can't, and this is how I feel
And I just wanted to, I really thought I could
Because The Reasons why, Why do we do the things we do?
Because, I try to make you see these things the way I do
It is what it is, and that's too bad for you
I don't even care, Why can I why not
And I do what I want, and this cause I said so
Because The Reasons why, Why do we do the things we do?
Because, I try to make you see these things the way I do
Because The Reasons why, Why do we do the things we do?
Because The Reasons, The Reasons, Cause The Reasons
Because The Reasons why, Why do we do the things we do?
Because, I try to make you see these things the way I do
Because The Reasons why, Why do we do the things we do?
Because The Reasons, Because The Reasons, I try to reason.
song performed by by P.O.D.
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Keep On Dreamin'
I used to watch 'em
Wide eyed with wonder
Thought they were falling stars
And you could wish
That dreams would someday
Someday would come true
When I'd slay dragons
And win the hand of the
fairest maiden
Keep on dreamin'
Of the way it could be
In a fairy tale land
With a magic lady
Keep believin'
In the way it could be
In a make-believe world
With your fantasy
In a magic kind of love
Now that I'm older
Still lookin' for that bed of roses
That bowl of cherries
I can bury my face in
I can almost taste it
Maybe I'm make-believin'
But if I'm dreamin'
Baby please please don't wake
me now
(Repeat chorus)
A magic kind of love
A magic kind of love
Now that I finally found love
I don't need no magic potion baby
'Cause when we're together
We are the magic kind of
The magic kind
In your fantasy in a magic kind
of love
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
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Fantasize
We fantasize in our daydreams
the way we want things to be
wishing all the time
our fantasy will come true.
We find so much comfort
in our fantasy dream word
than we do in our reality
that we hope that one day
we can step out of this world
and step into that.
Saying to ourselves that it would be better
than the world we have,
but just suppose we did that.
Are we sure, it is what we really want?
No one will ever know,
as it is just our fantasy.
The one we fantasize about
when things get us down.
In our daydreams from time to time.
29 August 2011
poem by David Harris
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Keep On Dreaming
I used to watch em
Wide eyed with wonder
Thought they were falling stars
And you could wish
That dreams would someday
Someday would come true
When Id slay dragons
And win the hand of the
Fairest maiden
Keep on dreamin
Of the way it could be
In a fairy tale land
With a magic lady
Keep believin
In the way it could be
In a make-believe world
With your fantasy
In a magic kind of love
Now that Im older
Still lookin for that bed of roses
That bowl of cherries
I can bury my face in
I can almost taste it
Maybe Im make-believin
But if Im dreamin
Baby please please dont wake
Me now
(repeat chorus)
A magic kind of love
A magic kind of love
Now that I finally found love
I dont need no magic potion baby
cause when were together
We are the magic kind of
The magic kind
In your fantasy in a magic kind
Of love
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
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Fantasy Is Reality/bells Of Madness
Sunset blood drained from the sky
Desires found the night to die
But when I hear the bells of madness ring
I will listen to the silence
Love is louder than anything
And peaceful in its violence
Serious in making chains
The voices of greed all sound the same
But when I hear the bells of madness ring
I will listen to the silence
Love is louder than anything
And peaceful in its violence
Fantasy is reality
I love my fantasy
Reality is fantasy
Just dont call it reality, oh no
Tunnel pain is falling fast
Into the fear that time will last
But when I hear the bells of madness ring
I will listen to the silence
Love is louder than anything
And peaceful in its violence
Im so tired of the lies they tell
Find the truth they cant buy or sell
But when I hear the bells of madness ring
I will listen to the silence
Love is louder than anything
And peaceful in its violence
Fantasy is reality
I love my fantasy
Reality is fantasy
Just dont call it reality, oh no
song performed by by Wilsons
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The Fortune Teller
If you ask me I will tell you
But you need not be upset
Your love has made other plans
And soon your heart will regret
The Fortune Teller
I see many things happening
Your heart is faithful and true
But these cards tell me it all
That person is not for you
The Fortune Teller
It's not in the cards I here see
You need to simply break away
It's best to move on you must
This all what my cards say
The Fortune Teller
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Art is magic... But how is it magic? In its metaphysical development? Or does some final transformation culminate in a magic reality? In truth, the latter is impossible without the former. If creation is not magic, the outcome cannot be magic.
quote by Hans Hofmann
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Am I obsessed with death?
Stroking a head of a snake
Feeling a tiger’s breath
Am I obsessed with death?
Am I obsessed with death?
Daydreaming while crossing a street
of life that I want to have
Am I obsessed with death?
Am I obsessed with death?
When shit start hitting fans
at results I will quietly laugh
Am I obsessed with death?
Am I obsessed with death?
Laying sick on a bed of death
I will cling to what I still have
I simply enjoy the life
Don’t care about death
Jan 12,2010
poem by Slava Olchevski
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A Card Trick
It's like magic—
The way that a shuffling card moves.
It's like magic,
A spectacular parlor trick,
The way a two of hearts removes
Itself from the stacking deck's grooves.
It's like magic.
By sleight of hand,
The illusion almost seems clear
To understand
‘Til the fantasy disappears.
Like magic, it will disappear.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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What a Difference Reality Makes
What a difference reality makes.
Those who once chased rainbows...
Have suddenly put on the brakes!
The fuel that assisted...
This bustle rushed with hope,
Has stopped many in their tracks...
As they receive the facts,
Of an impending big payback!
With hallucinating dreams...
That begin to clamp them in traps!
So it seems for them to be like that.
What a difference reality makes.
It had been easy to ignore,
The needs of those labelled poor.
Those hungry and homeless,
The greedy chose not to see...
Are now quite vivid reminders,
As eyes of those who chose to close them...
Now view this 'picture' with such clarity!
What a difference reality makes,
When the pain of others...
Descends without an escape.
And all that it took...
Was a look that was forced.
By the confronting of delusions...
On a misguided course introducing remorse.
And those chasing rainbows,
With a goal to hoard all the gold...
Now see themselves,
More foolish than anyone else.
And those they crushed with disrespect...
Walk over them who crawl bawling,
With a pride and dignity they always kept!
What a difference reality makes...
When respect for others,
Reveals a satisfaction...
Shown and brightened,
On a happy face that is not faked!
What a difference it makes...
When those are shakened from a sleep,
That awakes!
And that is the difference 'awakening' takes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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End-Month Bank Queues
Here we are all
Queuing in the banking hall
Short and tall
Accounts likewise - short, tall
Hoping queues will not stall
Like they do at the shopping mall
Teller-to-teller
Teller-to-custome r
Teller-to-cashier
In the views rear,
Many wish were near
End month; check.
In has come the paycheck
Time for us to cause havoc
As we its wealth wreck
In ways diverse like a peck
Our accounts we'll soon uncheck.
poem by David Munene wa Kimberly
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When I started out back in Louisville, there was Harry Collins. He was my first teacher. He saw that I was so obsessed with magic that he taught me the love of magic.
quote by Lance Burton
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Blinkered
Am I run mad that I believe?
In things that others cannot see.
I do not wish you to relieve
me of divine insanity.
I can reject reality
it holds but small allure for me.
I much prefer my fantasy.
My dreams that others cannot see.
Although you doubt my sanity.
That does not mean you are correct
The things I see you cannot see.
You are too frightened to accept.
Your mind is closed you do not see
Remove the blinkers from your eyes
and see the fairies everywhere.
All I can do is sympathise.
You do not really want to see.
Your version of reality
is all you think that there can be.
But still you dare to pity me.
(14-Aug-07)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Truth Teller
The Truth Teller lifts the curtain,
And shows us the people's plight;
And everything seems uncertain,
And nothing at all looks right.
Yet out of the blackness groping,
My heart finds a world in bloom;
For it somehow is fashioned for hoping,
And it cannot live in the gloom.
He tells us from border to border,
That race is warring with race;
With riot and mad disorder,
The earth is a wretched place;
And yet ere the sun is setting
I am thinking of peace, not strife;
For my heart has a way of forgetting
All things save the joy of life.
I heard in my Youth's beginning
That earth was a region of woe,
And trouble, and sorrow, and sinning:
The Truth Teller told me so.
I knew it was true, and tragic;
And I mourned over much that was wrong;
And then, by some curious magic,
The heart of me burst into song.
The years have been going, going,
A mixture of pleasure and pain;
But the Truth Teller's books are showing
That evil is on the gain.
And I know that I ought to be grieving,
And I should be too sad to sing;
But somehow I keep on believing
That life is a glorious thing.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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