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We stood at the sea on a winter day

We stood at the sea on a winter day,
the waves were grey
as if made from steel
and rain was sifting from the sky
with bleak clouds covering the sun
as if it would not shine for months to come

and I felt almost lifeless
when your eyes avoided mine
roving away to the distant bay

and somehow I had lost the thing
that brought the magic to us
and the spark in the touch,
your voice and eye was gone
and my legs felt like lead.

We stood at the sea on a winter day
and the sun was cursed away,
our love was dead
and I learnt how easy love could deceive
and the pain shaped me
into someone else.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Winter Sinfonia

The storm is coming soon
It rolls in from the sea
But your voice is a beacon in the night
And I can hear all the kind words that you are saying my friend
But your light will always shine in the sky at night during the winter
The winter is cold and it gives me the shivers all through my body
This is the winter
That will carry me to you
And I know that you will be waiting for me on the other side of the frozen lake when God delivers me on earthagainduring this winter
Is your love alive during the winter?
Is your love alive during the winter?
This is the winter
February never felt so right
But I am where I belong

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Alms

My heart is what it was before,
A house where people come and go;
But it is winter with your love,
The sashes are beset with snow.

I light the lamp and lay the cloth,
I blow the coals to blaze again;
But it is winter with your love,
The frost is thick upon the pane..

I know a winter when it comes:
The leaves are listless on the boughs;
I watched your love a little while,
And brought my plants into the house.

I water them and turn them south,
I snap the dead brown from the stem;
But it is winter with your love,
I only tend and water them.

There was a time I stood and watched
The small, ill-natured sparrows' fray;
I loved the beggar that I fed,
I cared for what he had to say,

I stood and watched him out of sight:
Today I reach around the door
And set a bowl upon the step;
My heart is what it was before,

But it is winter with your love;
I scatter crumbs upon the sill,
And close the window, —and the birds
May take or leave them, as they will.

poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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The Impossible

Have you ever felt so alone,
Where you would do anything just to hear his voice,
And that one touch keeps you alive once again,
Ever stayed up for hours just to talk to him and only him?
Felt like he deserve better,
Even though he's telling you the samething just reversed,
Have you ever felt that love spark piercing through his lips just to meet yours,
Have you ever been so in loved that you felt like you could die,
Yes, I've felt all of those,
But the truth is...
There's always something more then that...
Has he ever said I love you BUT actually meant it?
Have you ever caught him in a lie,
Then he always seems to have an excuse for it?
Ever seen him looking at another girl?
And you wish you could be the ONLY girl in his eyes and mind,
But that's just impossible...right?
Us girls..we just want that one thing,
Though we never seem to find it.
Why? I ask myself that everyday.
I can only hope this could change for all of us.
By; Brandi Dybala *3/14/11*

poem by Brandi Dybala
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Theme From Mission Magic

Do you believe, you believe in magic, cos I believe, I believe that I do
Yes, I can see, I believe that its magic
If your mission is magic, your love will shine thru
Do you believe, you believe in magic, cos I believe, I believe that I do
Yes, I can see, I believe that its magic
If your mission is magic, your love will shine true
If theres one thing that the world needs, its a magic singing song
And Ill teach it to the whole world and make them sing along
Love is magic, its so easy, and its not hard to do
cos everybody, wants somebody, to give a little magic to
Do you believe, you believe in magic, cos I believe, I believe that I do
Yes, I can see, I believe that its magic
If your mission is magic, your love will shine true
Ive seem so many, unhappy people, reaching out in vain
You got the power, to shower, love like summer rain
Love is magic, its so easy, and its not hard to do
cos everybody, wants somebody, to give a little magic to
Do you believe, you believe in magic, cos I believe, I believe that I do
Yes, I can see, I believe that its magic
If your mission is magic, your love will shine true
Do you believe, you believe in magic, cos I believe, I believe that I do
Yes, I can see, I believe that its magic
If your mission is magic, your love will shine true
If your mission is magic, your love will shine true
If your mission is magic, your love will shine true

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Lost in Love.....

Lost in love
with the innocense of your eyes when i first saw you,

Lost in love
with your humble voice that made me crave for it even more,

Lost in love
when being friends we came to know the incompleteness in our lives,

Lost in love
with the nervousness i felt when i first expressed my love and emotions,

Lost in love
with the smell of your hairs that mesmerized me,

Lost in love
with the gulabi lips that took me to a dream world,

Lost in love
with the kissable hands that i always want to hold till eternal love,

Lost in love
with the sensuous touch of yours which made me feel heavenly,

Lost in love
with your heartbeat that made me feel very close to your heart,

Lost in love
with the ticklish tummy of yours that lightened my senses,

Lost in love
with the hug of yours which made me feel complete,

Lost in love
with the kiss of yours that lessened the gap between our souls,

Lost in love
with the pain you took to keep our relation,

Lost in love
when we were departed and alone,

Lost in love
with the undying feeling of yours that kept me awake all night,

Lost in love
when we have found our WAY BACK INTO LOVE.

poem by Villager Gulabo
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Now it is winter when trees are skeleton

Now it is winter when trees are skeleton,
stripped bare and have no more leaves
as if they are lifeless
and the weather is grey as if

there’s only chill and sieving rain
with banks of covering fog
that cuts the sun and light,
into a cold pitiless world

and then you first past and come to me
with a yellow raincoat, your pants splashed wet
where you shake your hair out, like a dog does with rain
in a blizzard of spray, getting it out of your hair

and I know that our time is only burrowed
when you stretch against me, cuddly and slim, just you and me alone
and you are hot like a ray of light that unexpectedly comes down,
we are one in passion, in a moment

after which I remove the hairclips from your hair,
your eyes are gleaming like shining pieces of steel
and you are only mine, with soft lips and big eyes
and bliss descends between us.

poem by Gert Strydom
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The curse of beauty

Her beauty
Became
A curse for her
She incited
Much envy from the
Other girls
Where ever
She went
Roving eyes
Followed her
Lewd gestures
Made her angry
Vulgar comments
Felt like
Molten lead in the ears
At times,
She felt like
A helpless prisoner
Quite often,
She cursed
Her beauty
Prayed to god
Why he made her
So beautiful
Little less
Would have been
Better
12-03-2012
349-82-03-12

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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To The Outside Guy

from here
we have the intentions
of telling you about ourselves
you do not see us
in this place

there is no winter here
we have never felt ice
there is no autumn
we never see the sadness of the
leaves falling
we either have rain
or shine

it is only them
who tells us that this is our
paradise lost

we wish for something else
on sad faces
as said the far pastures are
always greener

i've been to places
and this i tell them
this is where i belong
this is here where home is
where there is no winter
neither autumn
but just rain or shine

you are wrong
we have no regrets
neither are we
envious about
skis and
snow balls

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Was On Cross Road!

Strange I am,
I think different,

Whatever things,
I like not,
liked by others,
whatever I like,
Not liked by others!

I opened my heart,
Others then felt bad.
Open heart of them,
Looked ugly to me!

Whenever I laugh,
They felt as cough,
But for my every cough,
They enjoyed their laugh,

My every tears
they enjoyed,
My enjoyment,
Made them hard.

I loved life and them,
They live forgetting love!
So I was at cross road,
What to do and
what not to do!

I stood where,
Four roads met,
Life -was my pet
How can I set?

One road lead to town
Another to mountain,
Third one to forest,
Fourth, where dead rest!

A piece of rope,
Or loss of hope,
I stood at by a yard,
Away from road to graveyard!

I thought of solitude
haunting in multitude,
I stood at road to forest,
Where I may get some rest

Looked at the mountain,
I thought my life can sustain,
like that lonely mountain
it became inspiring fountain!

I took the way to town,
Removed masks of clown,
I stood there as lovely tree,
I kicked off idea of other three!

I built a house by side of the road,
My mind became clean and broad,
I gazed at passers on street,
My thought really is treat,

Fed of pains and sorrow,
Shed off all thoughts narrow,
Fed birds and animals and men,
Started using book and pen!

I felt solitude everywhere
And carried to anywhere,
Worked like a horse or ox
Removed all that were hoax!

No pain, no strain, no stain of guilt!
Life full of rain and green
Life full of love and compassion
Happiness and bliss I felt!

Alone in company of all;
With all, when I am alone
Escaped the great fall
Gained lost paradise on own!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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As Winter raged

Winter was at war.
Her subterfuge:
Crumble grey-white flakes upon the scene.

The air, dead;
Dead too, the sound –
Blunted by the whitewash.
Motion, dead –
Bluing chill saw to that.

Everything ground to a halt –
Like an empty train, crawling, seizing;
Eventually to die sprawled along a ghosted platform –
A lifeless plain of concrete.

I still had far to go –
Or so this brain computed
– Tried to –
Inside my own raging storm of white noise,
Howling in its desperation.

Now wild, blitz-wild,
I bore an irrepressible thought –
A goal, focus, idée fixe:

To clasp a frosted hand around
A radiant mug of sugar-laden
Calorie-heavy
Full-fat milk chocolate –
Steam wraiths writhing over
A freshly-spooned whirlpool,
Sultry in their invitation:
‘Come, sip, sip some more;
Soothe yourself in balmy richness.’

I still had far to go…

winter winter winter
winter winter winter raged
winter winter winter winter winter winter raged
winter winter winter winter winter winter winter raged

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A Winter Message

A flake of snow in flurry thro’ the air
Had landed as a kiss upon my cheek:
A secret message, just for me to share;
To take to heart but never dare to speak
About or presuppose to other eyes
Your open feelings – distant though they are.
And so, upon your lips, my OWN surprise:
A flake of snow returned from me afar.

winter winter winter winter icy winter
winter winter winter winter icy winter
winter winter winter winter icy winter
winter winter winter winter icy winter

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Magic? Love? Both?

Why do I love you? I love you
because...you...are you.

I know not why I love.
Have you cast your spell of magic,
that makes this so?

I have taken to notice, the magic
that is life. Is that you? Is it
your magic that makes me so aware?

You are part of my entire being.
Is this also, your magic at work?

There's a song in my heart, and a
spring in my step. Is it magic?
Is it love? Magic? Love? Both?

When apart I feel a loss. Is
it your magic, that compels me
to miss you so?

The Magic of your kiss. The Magic of
your voice. The Magic of your touch.
If it is magic, I am completely
and willing, under your spell.

Can I live but a day, without the
love of your magic? No. Not
a day, or a minute, or one second
for all eternity.

I have never felt this way before.
Nor will I ever again without
the cloak of your magic.

You are, and always will be,
My Magic Lady.

Yes...yes, most will say it is
love. Love perhaps.
Magic? Definitely!

poem by Joe Fazio
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The Tryst

Ambrose stood at the cottage step
A bouquet in his hand,
He'd come to woo sweet Adeline
From a strange and far off land,
They'd known each other since children, and
They'd made to each a vow:
‘I never will love another more
Than I love you, even now! '

They'd played in the heat of the summer sun,
They'd played in the autumn shade,
But winter carried him far from home
And the love that they'd almost made,
They wrote through spring and the summer's height
They wrote right through to the fall,
But the winter chills saw the postman fill
No letterbox at all.

His letters came back, duly stamped
‘Not known at this address! '
He grieved as the spring made true love sing
Anew in his sorrowing breast,
He bought a ticket and travelled home
Third Class, by Packet Steam,
But fretted all of the way across
For the love of his Adeline.

He knocked at the cottage door where she
Had lived when the world was good,
But the knocker made an echoing sound
On the door, where Ambrose stood,
The flowers she'd tended lovingly
Were dead in the window box,
Except for a patch of colour there,
A clump of forget-me-nots.

He knocked, and then he knocked again,
There came no patter of feet,
Only the sound of silence there
As he felt his own heart beat,
He little knew as he turned away
That a bier stood in the hall,
And the coffin that lay there sombrely
Knew nothing of life at all.

She'd ceased to write when she caught the sight
Of the blood on her handkerchief,
And the winter cough said clear enough
That there'd be no summer heat,
She lay in the coffin, sweetly dressed,
With a note beside her brow:
‘I never will love another more
Than I love you, even now! '

poem by David Lewis Paget
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You Have Cast Your Spell...

Is It Magic?