She is no more
She is no more
I feel my eyes wet when say” Good bye”
It is almost heroic attempt or try
It is painful and shatters courage
Tears dropp and almost unable to mange
I had seen her since many years
Read her articles regularly and felt in ears
As if melody was aired and heard
It was almost class in itself and last word
Her sentence played a magic around
Charm in every word to be found
Magic spell to bind you together
Eagerness to know without providing a breather
I know she is not present today
Heaven bound journey all the way
We may miss her contribution
Complete change in itself as a revolution
Body may be consigned to flames or buried
But impression and spirit will always be carried
We are mortal but not easy to forget
Her contribution is made everybody to let
I pay great homage and respect
Her name may remain for ever as good act
Almighty had given her a short spell of stay
Today she has give us bye with call of the day
*Toddler is no more with us*
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It's Love! Magic!
Is It Magic?
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.
You Have Cast Your Spell...
Is It Magic?
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.
It's Love! Magic!
Is It Magic?
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 Waldon Pond Productions
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Is It Magic?
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.
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!
Poets Are Holy Hypocrites
poets are holy hypocrites;
it’s their blessing and their curse.
they sit for as long as it takes
like terriers at a foxhole
or for second-best practice,
at a rabbit-hole,
totally still, alert, all their powers
poured into attention;
what a lesson dogs
are for humans
then – a movement in
their consciousness; it could be
anything creative – a film, a poem;
and with it comes the sense
of wonder; they are as children
living in an eternal present
of the universe as gift;
they take up their pen or keyboard
and, so carefully, as they
would handle a new-born baby,
write down this spell for that it is
for the benefit of others quite unknown
and then like a christening shawl,
white, soft, handmade with love,
offer it to the world.
then some who believe its magic
read the spell, are reborn
or cured, or restored
to good health and humour
or simply have a good day
while those who don’t believe the spell,
well of course the magic doesn’t work for them
so far so very good. But then
those who aren’t into wanting spells
and have opinions about
their opinions, say, that word is wrong,
so it’s not a magic spell. it’s a bad spell,
in fact it’s not a spell at all
and others who also have opinions
about their opinions, say, that word is right,
so it’s a good and magic spell; and there they are,
all crowded round peering through their
dirty glasses, pushing and shoving and shouting
to get nearer the spell and have their say
and oh dear, there's the poet in there too
saying oh do you really think that
I'd better look at it again
and see if you might be right
and sad to say, some poets
begin to worry, about whether
the words of their spell are quite right
not trusting the magic, as if
it came from them and not from itself...
and the magic shrugs its shoulders
and says oh well and goes some place else
where it might be more appreciated
poets are holy hypocrites;
it’s their blessing and their curse
[with more than a little acknowledgement to the vision of Michael Leunig, cartoonist and Living National Treasure]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Word
Find the word, understand the word,
Depend on the word;
The word is heaven and space, the word the earth,
The word the universe.
The word is in our ears, the word is on our tongues,
The word the idol.
The word is the holy book, the word is harmony,
The word is music.
The word is magic, the word the Guru.
The word is the body, the word is the spirit, the word is being,
The word Not-being.
The word is man, the word is woman,
The Worshipped Great.
The word is the seen and unseen, the word is the existent
And the non-existent.
Know the word, says Kabir,
The word is All-powerful.
The magic in you
Your magic spell and I’m lovesick
Your magic spell and I’m brainsick
Your magic spell and I’m heartsick
How you appear out of the blue
At moments when I need you
Discombobulates me
At time frustrates me
Something about your eyes is mystique
Its effect on me, I respect
Even as a cynical intellect
The magic in you is perfect
Your technique is without defect
Your spoken words set me in a trance
Every time you make an appearance
Habitually I give a moron performance
Just by the effect of your magical glance
The magic in you is beyond logic
Bringing to my ears sweet music
The magic in you is so real
I can feel the power of love
I can feel the power of lust
I can feel the power of desire
Leaving me speechless in daylight
Enticing me to be restless at night
The magic in you
I love so much
Come put a spell on me
With your magical touch
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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This word...
This word is life,
this word is love,
this word is peace and this word makes you live it needs no complications.
So this is a word.
A word thats happines that word that lifts you up
its a word thats against all bad its a word that needs no piracy.
Its forgiving after you corrupted the word
this word is easy to call easy to spell easy to use easy to write even a dumbest pesom will spell it. Its useful
its artistic and intelligent
this
this
this word is powerful
make use of it
for it never turns its back on its word...
poem by Ernest Makuakua
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Oh, almighty
Oh almighty, O ruler of whole universe
I kept on smiling without tears
I heard the blessing coming through ears
Strengthening my belief for coming years
If individual’s perception is taken into account
Then there is lot more to think and count
I am gifted with precious body
Considered most lucky as not to have with anybody
You are always messiah for others
Even if not then try to become and offer
Able and very strong to counter any threat
Kind heart to meet good people and greet
Nice face with glittering eyes
Feeling unhappy with people’s anger and cries
Mind bogs down with human sufferings
Nothing is left with for handful offerings
The heaven is at your feet
Its impact is felt when you meet
The words and holiness spread across
When you raise hands and offer the rose
Flowers offer fragrance with magic spell
You need not to speak at length and tell
The heavenly bodies hang above
You are like star on earth and move
When divine light take refuge in body
It is illuminated with light and felt by everybody
The heaven is down and at your feet
The curses and plight go off when people come and meet
It is not the magic or any kind of hypnotism
It is not related to any faith or merely”ism”
It is powerful thrust generated by noble acts
The kind heart that resides in you as a matter of fact
You have suffered it and endured
You conquered it and not procured
You found the reasonable way to benefit the humanity
You made it known in side you there exists divinity
It would have been wrong on your part to assume it as God
It would have been called treachery or simple fraud
It was not the matter for deceiving others for own interest
It was to be used for complete world for the best
What can be considered better or best?
If that is considered as critical or acid test
The nobility has found its way for very good use
The human body has been used without any abuse
No one can be taken for sure
But his or her acts can assure
They have made right use of what almighty has offered
It is used to large extent for humanity even though differed
The mild heart of the body is as good as steel
It can rob of your all pain and steal
You feel great relief from the burden
When it starts acting noble all of sudden
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Too Late
Soon its never more
When youve got to pay for
Promises - made in the night
Call the magic one
And with the magic comes
Forever chained to the flame
Chorus:
Its too late
Too late for tears
Too late
And no one hears you
Do you feel a touch of evil
(then) its too late
To wish and make it so
To feel the power growing
Stronger - blessed by the dark
And when the candle fades
You can say it was a
Joke you played
So you must let me go - no
Chorus:
Its too late
Youve said the word
Too late
Something heard you
Too late - now the race is on
And youre run out of road
Too late
For tears
Too late
And no one hears you
Can you feel the touch of evil
Its too late
Oh oh oh save me
I believe in your name
Oh oh Ive fallen down
But now Ive found
Nobody to take the blame
Misery
Its come to drag me away
And when the hunter cries
No alibis
Get ready for judgement day
As the candle fades
You can say it was a game you made
So you must let me go, let me go
Its too late - youve said the word
Too late - something heard you
Too late - the spell is gone
And this time youre the fool
Its too late for tears
Too late
And no one hears you
Welcome to forever
Welcome its too late
Too late
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Magic Woman Touch
(jennings / watt-roy)
Im looking through at yesterday
All my life thrown away
Keep searching for the same old clue
How can I get to you
Cast your spell upon me one more time
I wanna feel your magic woman touch
Cast your spell upon me one more time
I wanna feel your magic woman touch
I know theres been a change in me
Ask me why I dont know
My friends no longer speak to me
Pass me by I dont know
Cast your spell upon me one more time
I wanna feel your magic woman touch
Cast your spell upon me one more time
I wanna feel your magic woman touch
Ive made up my mind
On what Im gonna do
This feeling inside
Making it all right, making it all right
Making it all right with me
Break
Cast your spell upon me one more time
I wanna feel your magic woman touch
Cast your spell upon me one more time
I wanna feel your magic woman touch
Cast your spell upon me one more time
I wanna feel your magic woman touch
Cast your spell upon me one more time
I wanna feel your magic woman touch
Cast your spell upon me one more time
I wanna feel your magic woman touch
song performed by by Hollies
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Magic Is In You
Magic is in your skin I want to be in
Magic is in your eyes for you the perfect size
Magic is in everything you wear down you your underwear’s
Magic is in your touch I want you so much
Magic is in your voice that makes me loose all choice
Magic is in your look for you have me open like a book
Magic is in your lips right down to you hips
Magic is in your kiss that I do miss
Magic is in the air when you are there
Magic is in your hair for you do care
Magic is in your being for you are worth seeing
Magic is in your nose right down to your toes
Magic is in your quirkiness for you are happiness
Magic is in your walk and the way you talk
Magic is in your style and that beautiful profile
Magic is in your laughter for I’ll stay ever after
Magic is in your cheek for you make me weak
Magic is in your arms that hold me tight makes me feel all right
Magic is in your face so sweet you’re good enough to eat
Magic is in your smile for you I’d walk more than a mile
Magic is in your arms to hold that chases away the cold
Magic is in your kindness for you have taken away my sadness
Magic is in your romance for you have given me a second chance
Magic is in your bosom felt I melt
Magic is in everything you say that makes my day
Magic is in everything and everywhere because you are there
Magic is in everything for the joy you bring
Magic is in everything come what may for in your life I’ll stay
Magic is in everything for sure for you are the one I adore
Magic is in everything you do for I love you
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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A Cuckoo to Resurace
The cuckoo has resurfaced
Lot of sadness and gloom I faced
The same melody in air and I raced
She was not to be seen or traced
I saw the need and tried
She almost disappeared and had lied
My all hopes on her bellied
I still hoped and believed
Have you seen the pigeons?
They might belong to any regions
Still they have good liens
They may not remain then aliens
She has enough of music in her
Lovely spell of magic around and here
I go after her here and there
She will jump one tree to another
It is lovely to be in her company
She may have admirers so many
She may prefer only one and accompany
It needs no wealth or lots of money
I wish she sings all the time
It is my only concern prime
I want the nature to be on her side
She holds my esteem and pride
I want to live with peace
It should be spent with ease
Love should excel and reign
Let new chapter open and begin
If there is magic spell
The surroundings may definitely tell
The world may turn into heaven from hell
Music may also remain spell bound and well
It s not what you desire or wish
It is not case of big or small fish
The pond may be large or small
The love may only be the call
Why some people are always appreciated?
Why some creatures are always necessitated?
It is by virtue of their being so lovely and good
They are wound healer, medicine or food
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Never say die
Never say die, you have no way
As you may also go any one day,
you may be laid on grounds as soul lost,
carried by those whom you hated most,
Immortal you are not so never word spell,
Name may remain but bade farewell,
nothing is permanent, all stands to vanish,
Game will be over when you are finish,
Mortal remains behind soon to be buried,
No one will resent and funeral be hurried
Good work appreciated when you are carried,
Not good words heard even at time married,
Whoever is on earth will have to depart,
Things not purchased as you think from mart,
Think always good and not part ways,
All noble advises and morality says,
Gone was never yours so cry not for spoil,
not left will be yours even when you boil
Why then be upset? when attempts foil,
Body will perish and merged with the soil,
Go to Thy's shelter, arms ever inviting,
No good or bad always keep uniting,
No creed. Faith, colour or cast
Destination one when you breath last,
So be it to yourself,
say no, hear no and speak also not,
Evil will remain evil even hide in pot
Truth always plain, touch you feel hot
Never remorse for past or act ill,
For there may be behind HIS strong will
Stay put behind and bad wish always kill,
Inner voice be heard, eternal joy fill
Go to HIS fold with approach bold,
you may be cared and also spared,
when near an end you may also bend
Till laid to rest you have means to mend.
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Yes
Yes it is this word that has its glory,
The power saturated in it has infinite story,
Yes means to pull out, it means to drag;
It is a genuine force,
To enforce unleashed facts,
Yes just spell it and feel the charm full delight,
That yes is so powerful to anticipate the latch,
The once when you hear it, it is a great act,
Your tact is aroused at once,
Mark this great fact….
No is not the word you will find in your good act,
It is always said by those who never greet such act,
Yes listen to such you should know their facts,
Yes always listen to yes that is the greatest act,
Wisdom lies in those who dare to act,
Not as person nor as man,
Listen to your within,
Yes there lies the power,
Be a True Human,
Then yes would be surrounder,
You act,
You will thus feel the feel; the yes is now in fact,
The Magic is just there in you just need to glare,
Yes you now read it! ! ! !
Yes is your act! ! ! ! ! ! !
This is now you would go! ! !
Hop on dear pal! ! !
poem by Jinneth Rose
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Magic and Spell
'I Love You' is not a magic word.
It is spell.
A chant in which you would say
right after it took effect.
It is magic potion too.
Which keeps the spell lasts
for a long period of time
or even forever.
A hate, love syndrome
“Shut up, shut up, shut up and go away”
I threw the stone at crow to scare away
It was disturbing me with unpleasant voice
It was making me irritant with noise
I don’t know whether it was because of look
Appearance in early morning on hook
I couldn’t make out exact reason for dislike
Bird was on lovely earth flying like kite
Music leaves impact on blind and even on deaf
It is opening of new day like emergence of new leaf
Human being always loved beautiful birds
I sat in silence and peacefully heard
I was spell bound by the melodious songs
It stops person from doing anything wrong
It has blessings from the divine power
Always worshiped and found for an answer
I couldn’t distinguish what was wrong with black crow
It had all the freedom to live in environment and grow
How cuckoo could create spell bound magic?
Why crow failed to appeal with music?
It makes lot of difference when hear in bird's voice
What a melody in the ears in the morning devoid of noise?
Think of vigor and strength that it offers to ailing body
Health with music and stable mind is anybody's guess in body
Well both were meant to serve as good carriage
One with melody and another with clearance of garbage
One for fine health of individual and another for mass
There were different but with same important class
Only irritant was simply unpleasant voice
How to compare melody with noise?
I thought I must be rationale in approach
It was visibly seen in day light without any torch
We tend to bear one sided view
We sometimes offend person which not due
It is inherent weakness of fragile mind
Such situation you will never find
Generally we fail to hide our displeasure
It is not yardstick for anything to measure
I hate crow for no reason and am also not sure
There may not be any medicine for it to cure
We fail to recognize the contribution they made by them
They are the factor for our healthy state and real gem
Think of scattered garbage and bad odor in the street
How can music appeal to you when dirty things to meet?
Scavengers, messengers or apostle of anything you call
You must like them whether you see them on tree or wall
There are here to serve you for mental and body health
They are inseparable part of our life and real wealth
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Magic Word
with one little magic word
he tried to steal my heart
not sure of the purpose or why
but he had a plan with a chart
and one little magic word
with a devious look in his eye
but i am way to smart for him
i have words and numbers
with a little magic spell
and even paint beautiful colours
oh and i can keep a secret
if you wish to tell
poem by Rachel Nichols
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It's Your Choice
All men on earth need God's Truth; His Word is all we need for proof,
For in God's Holy Word we read, God's Eternal Truths we must heed,
Future judgment is in store for all, decreed by God, from Adam's fall;
Lord, man's destiny is all but two, one being in Hell and one with you.
All souls on earth have a choice, that's to follow God or man's voice,
That is follow God's Holy Word, or man's opinions that you've heard,
Both will lead to one's final destiny, but two different places eternally,
Both with a changed body my friend, determined by your eternal end.
Everyone, while in their present life, must come to know Jesus Christ,
As He's the only one who can, accomplish the desired change in men,
The change, which after they've died, is into an eternal body, glorified,
As He changes man's present mortality, into a future, immortal eternity.
Neglecting Christ, for your views, shall bring you bad, not Good News,
That Good News is He's done it all, to save all souls, from Adam's fall,
Refusing Christ maintains separation, with The Living God of Salvation,
Friend, not only for just a short spell, but, an everlasting eternity in Hell.
Refusing God, come your last breath, you then, will enter eternal death,
Given a new body, that will endure, eternal separation, you can be sure;
The Lord today is on His Throne, that choice is yours, and yours alone,
Believe before your last breath, to receive Eternal Life instead of death.
(Copyright ©09/2012)