Ambrosia
Looking out across
green valleys kissed.
By the God's
ambrosia mist.
So often I wonder.
Could that potion's magic?
Dissolve the evil
that turns good fortune tragic.
Then I sigh and question.
Why my concern?
Of events I cannot alter
and sadly to reality return.
Yet I must have been splashed
by that potion's spray.
For to concede I refuse.
Some good I shall do every day.
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Magic Potion
Magic potion it’s not
in your
closet or an ocean…
some people
May see what you
mean to me…
My love is like a magic
potion can you believe
It’s a strong emotion…
Magic potion really
isn’t just a
Strong emotion it posses
Your mind in just a matter of time..
Oh how I wonder
will you be mine? ...
It’s not just my love thing or some
Old fling…magic potion? ? ? ! !
poem by Andrenea Washington
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Shes Got Motion
Words and music by rick nielsen & m. radice
Met the girl said to me
What is it you wanna see?
See the world a different view
Trip around the world with you
See it all, special view
Over, under, sideways with you
Took a chance, ummm some romance
It was good for me was it good for you?
Shes got motion, motion, motion
A love potion (for me)
Yeah, shes got it (I like it a lot)
Ive got the motion
She likes it hot
Then I touched her on the spot
On the trigger, it was hot
She said dont stop. dont stop, dont stop
Shes got motion, motion, motion
A love potion (for me)
Yeah, shes got it (I like it a lot)
I got the notion
She likes it hot
So hot
So hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
It was good
No,it was great
It was wonderful
Bravo!
Congratulations go out to her
My feet never touched the ground
Shes got motion, motion, motion
A love potion (for me)
Yeah, shes got it (I like it a lot)
I got the notion
She likes it hot
(repeat and fade with ad lib)
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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The Alchemist And The Mouse
Once there lived an alchemist in a strange and distant land,
So wise and famous and revered, great power he did command.
For he could turn base metal in a flash to solid gold,
And so the alchemist grew rich, as he in years grew old.
The alchemist had riches, but a mortal man was he,
And came unto his house one day, a gypsy to foresee
His fortune with a crystal ball that showed his time was nigh,
So he a magic potion made, his own death to defy.
And when this potion to give immortality was made,
He took the potion to his lips, but then his hand he stayed,
For there his pet, a small brown mouse, was sitting on his knee;
He gave the mouse a sip and waited, the effect to see.
So time it passed, the mouse it thrived, so then he drank the brew.
Now safe from death, his fame increased, and so his fortune grew.
And so the years went by, he didn't age, always was well;
He and the mouse lived on, and to them nothing bad befell.
The centuries rolled on, his friends and relatives were dead.
In time the human race was gone as onward time it sped,
But even Earth is mortal, and at last the Sun grew tired;
The Earth became a cold dark rock, its spirit had expired.
And all was black, for only feeble starlight pricked the sky,
And silence reigned for there were only two who didn't die;
There gazing out to space, the last two tenants of the house;
The sad and lonely alchemist; by his side an ancient mouse.
poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
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Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic
Though I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As I've done from the start
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
song performed by by Sting
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Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic
Though Ive tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As Ive done from the start
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
Its a big enough umbrella
But its always me that ends up getting wet
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if shell marry me in some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
song performed by by Police
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Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic
Though Ive tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As Ive done from the start
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
Its a big enough umbrella
But its always me that ends up getting wet
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if shell marry me in some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
song performed by by Police
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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.
Love Potion
Chorus
I'll brew you a love potion
Even if it takes me five days
Five days would certainly be worth
All this pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
End chorus
I'll wait for you by the fireside
Even if it takes me all night
All night would certainly be worth
Getting rid of this pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
I'll brew you a love potion
Even if it takes me five days
Five days would certainly be worth
All this pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
I'll sit with you, alone there
Sharing stories and trading laughs
Those laughs would all be worth
This pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
I'll brew you a love potion
Even if it takes me five days
Five days would certainly be worth
All this pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
Later on we'll sit there, old as dust
And you'll wish you could have willed me away
But I'll hold you close as we die
These days would certainly be worth
All this pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
I'll brew you a love potion
Even if it takes me five days
Five days would certainly be worth
All this pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
At the end of life I'll wish to bring
Those old days back from the dead
Relive them over and over again
When I brewed you that love potion
And it took me five days
Five days were certainly worth
All that pain you blasted me with
But you didn't know it
And now you know it
It's too late, you fell in love
You fell in love potion
Like the one I brewed for you
Close To You
There's nothing like a country lane
That winds thru fields and meadows,
Where as you walk the trees reach out
And kiss you with their shadows.
The scent of nature everywhere
Of grass and then of flowers,
Like the spell of magic potion
Clings to you for hours.
Reluctantly, I must return,
To concrete and to streets,
When all the things that bring me joy
are here,
Where man and nature meets.
poem by Walter C. Wawrzynek
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Woman of Magic
“Oh woman of magic, charms, spells and strong love potions
will you make me a philtre to give Sarah Green a notion
to fall in love with me and to hold out her left hand
to do as I ask, to marry and wear my gold band? ”
“Tell me, does this Sarah Green know that you exist,
does she give you the eye that flutters so quick?
Does she move gracefully and glance over her shoulder,
smile and pucker her lips, or do something bolder? ”
“No, unfortunately she does none of these desirable things,
but each time I see her she makes my heart sing.
I see her in the village each day and in my dreams at night,
and if I can’t have her I will turn out my life light.”
“It appears to me that you are nothing but a lovesick fool,
how could this Sarah Green make you so drool?
But if I did spend time making you an extra special brew
what could you give me to make your wish come true? ”
“I am by no means a wealthy man, of this you can be assured
and if I was to make you an offer you may think it absurd.
However, are we talking about money in the greatest of sums,
or are we talking about the smallest of crumbs? ”
“A moment ago you said you would turn your life light out,
now what is your life worth, what value would you shout?
It seems that my potions would be worth everything you’ve got,
and if you’ve nothing, you will do anything, am I right, or not? ”
“You mean that money need not be the only method of payment,
and there are other ways to pay for our agreement?
What does one normally have to do to leave you fulfilled,
surely you won’t ask for someone to be killed? ”
“Oh no, no, I wouldn’t sink so low as to hire an assassin
with my spells I can eliminate, alter or fashion.
Now listen to what my dreams have placed on my agenda,
I require a girl child on May 1st whom I’ll name Diana.”
“So you want me to find and kidnap a female child or baby
before ten months has passed, or eleven maybe? ”
“Why don’t you listen properly to what I say you stupid man?
I must conceive a baby in the way only two people can.”
“What! You actually want me to make a baby with you
and you bear my child, and be its mother too?
I don’t know if I can do this, you are so ugly, old and wizen,
my love is for Sarah, and to her only it is to be given.”
“Give me strength, I’m not asking for your love or your heart,
just give me your seed and then we can part.
I don’t want your stimulating conversation, or boring company,
just do as I ask and leave the details to me.”
“Will you give me a potion so you can appear as a real beauty,
so when I make love to you it won’t feel like a duty?
And then of course there is the love potion for Sarah Green
to make her love a reality instead of my dream.”
“Yes, yes, I will give you these potions just wait and see,
so now what is your name and do you agree?
I will draw up a contract and you must sign it in blood,
if it isn’t done this way it’ll be worthless and no good.”
“My name is Alfred George Boon and I agree to all you say,
when do we begin and when do I pay? ”
“When the next moon is full I will concoct Sarah’s brew,
but I will require a hair from her and one from you.
This symbolic union requires the hairs to be tied and knotted
and I will ensure she drinks the potion to become besotted.
Seven weeks and one day there after you both will be wed
and for one week after that you must share my bed.
It is with all this in mind that you shall now freely sign
a contract that is binding in the sight of mankind,
and if for any reason you do not agree then walk away now,
but if you do now sign, it’s your written vow.”
The potion worked, Sarah and Alfred were happily wed,
but one week later he wasn’t in the potion maker’s bed.
The maker of spells and potions was feeling very annoyed
Alfred had broken his contract, and must now be destroyed.
She searched and found him to give him one last chance
and warned him of the punishment in this circumstance.
He told her to get lost and to get her face out of his sight
for his romance was as natural as doves in flight.
She made two new potions to overcome the power of will,
the first one for Alfred and his contract to fulfil.
In disguise she sold this strong potion to Sarah his wife
saying it would put vigour into the man of her life.
Two nights later Alfred hastened to the bed of the maker of spells,
and seven after that he had finished in the house where she dwells.
The morning after, she gave him the second brew in an herbal tea
and minutes later, he was a sapling of a growing birch tree.
She planted the sapling in Druids Wood in a clearing wide and open,
Alfred was of course missed, and at first his wife was heartbroken,
but after several days her love potion wore off and she didn’t care,
she fell in love and ran away with a man from the Goose Fair.
The pregnant woman of magic, charms, love potions and spells
gave birth to her baby who was blessed with the gift to foretell.
On Diana’s sixteenth birthday on the very first day of May
she was to be the May Queen, and it was to be her day.
The sixteen year old birch tree in the wood clearing that once stood so tall
was cut down, trimmed and carried, and placed outside the town hall.
With coloured ribbons and flowers attached, it was firmly fixed in the ground
and was ready for The May Queen and the young people to dance around.
Alfred did not know his daughter had been crowned The May Queen
until mother and daughter together had made themselves seen.
Dancing, laughing and joking, they both kissed the Maypole,
and the tree began weeping from its fresh knot holes.
poem by Orlando Belo
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I Love The Ocean
A magic potion
Stirred up by God.
The restless waves above
The best he saves for love
In blue moonbeams.
Below, Aladdins caves.
Great ships
Sleeping in their graves.
While unknown colours
Strangely gleam
Like in a mariners wildest dream.
The smell of the spray
On lonely shore.
Where, together we lay
Locked in the aftermath
To adore
A heaven in rhythm
With our sweet motion.
And as we kiss in the surf
Oh, I just love
The ocean.
poem by Kevin East
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Toast
One for the flavor, one for motion
One for the Godless vagabond child
One for the things that have no solution
One for those who blew my mind
One for the loose girls, one for salvation
One for just nothing, and one just because
One for the preachers, one for damnation
Hey Mister, that's the way it goes
Let's do the tango with the barfly's Lady
This bartime may be wrong
One for the moments of mixed up emotions
One for the hard times that don't get me down
Drowned in my motions, potion by potion
I drink a toast to anything now
One for tomorrow and one for today
One for wishy-washy anniversaries
Somebody's always havin' a birthday
So one for them and one for just me
song performed by by Quimby
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Good and Evil, Light and Dark
There will be a time.
When good is defeated.
When lights vanish from time
When the sun does not rise to greet the next day
There will be only night
in night there is only darkness
And in darkness there is only evil
There will be a day
When evil dies
When the stars fade away
When the is no moon to light the way
And on this day there will be nothing but mist
In a world without good and evil
There is no reason
There is nothing
But people in the streets trying to find their way home through the mist hiding their way
Good Fortune
They say to celebrate
you should raise a glass or two,
but if you do not drink
that is something hard to do.
Instead, you can toast
by raising a cup of tea
and light several candles
for the more misfortunate
than you,
and then thank god
for bringing good fortune
to you.
Good fortune may not be money
to line your pockets well.
Good fortune might be the joy
of triumphing over adversity,
or it could be
getting over your fears.
Whatever good fortune
means to you.
You must celebrate
with happiness
and share your good fortune
with everyone
you will meet.
19 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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She's Got Skillz
little rump shaker she can really shake and bake
she's got skillz
watch her slippin and a slidin' working booty left to right
she's got skillz
she can work it to the left
work it to the right
she wants to get a little freaky tonight
she's got the potion in the motion
to cure my illz
she's got skillz
she shammies up my jammies and she'll do me all night long
she's got skillz
in the mornin' when i'm yawnin' she gives me a sticky bun
she's got skillz
yum yum eat 'em up think i'm in luck because
she wants to lick me like a lollipop
she's got the potion in the motion
to cure my illz
she's got skillz
skillz
girl has it goin' on
she's got skillz
work her booty all night long
she's got skillz
makes me wanna scooby doo
she's got skillz
makes me want to zoom zoom zoom
she's got the potion in the motion
to cure my illz
she's got skillz
yum yum eat 'em up think i'm in luck because
she wants to lick me like a lollipop
she's got the potion in the motion
to cure my illz
she's got skillz
little rump shaker got the flavor that i like
she's got skillz
little cutie with that booty
song performed by by All-4-One from All-4-One
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When One Chooses Evil Over Good...
how did one man choose
evil from good?
was it a matter of decision
to choose one that made him
feel right?
i've seen one man choose evil
over good
and he did not end
that well enough.
were he to be born again
and start at square one
will he choose evil just the same
and meet the same
tragic ending?
i guess he will choose it
again
because he always
remembers that feeling and
it made him feel
so good and so right
that he never thought it
even for once
to be evil
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Good Books
Good Books, Good Rhymes,
Good Stories, Good Times,
Good Beginings, Good Ends,
Good Tragic. Good Trends.
Good Fiction, Good Facts,
Good Adventures, Good Acts,
Good Characters, Good Thoughts,
Good Sense Of Humor, Good Soughts.
This Is Our Good Friends,
Which Have No Demand, No Complaints.
It Is Read By All Over-
From President To Cooks.
Really It Is Our
GOOD BOOKS………..
poem by Kaushal Saboo
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A Subversive Poem
a subversive poem is nutritious
a bowl of magic soup
to throw in the face
of complacency
and indolence;
but watch out
and its magic can go any way
like if writing a subversive poem
one is
in due course of time
made to eat one’s own words;
still
potion for oneself
or medicine for others
it's as necessary as the doctor
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Sonnet-My Poetry
Alone, I stir a cauldron of a brew,
The brew of Poesy, voluminous;
The aroma is great; so is the hue;
And formula-Inspiration, toil plus.
The consistency improves with more time;
The quantity has swollen to the brim;
The quality has been my concern prime.
The taste is set to my fancy and whim.
My magic- potion is more than ready;
And it will stay unspoilt over ages;
I feel not weary but happy, steady,
For time will pay me laurels as wages.
My job tho' more than half-done continues,
I'll get my limelight soon and hit the news.
poem by John Celes
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I Am Wearied
Return to me like a ghost, a wearied creature like a man
Who was so appalled by youth that he died and became as I can.
Return to me as if you know me from somewhere else,
The place is no secret from where you came, someone else.
Return now, return and frighten me as a good ghost
Frying bacon, working magic on a basis easternmost.
I seek refuge from you, for the returning is so secret,
I can not find a more evil man than you, a man to interpret.
poem by Naveed Akram
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