By A Waving Done Of A Magic Wand
Heartbreaking to witness this,
It may be.
But not necessarily to those heeding warnings.
However...
When one becomes of age,
And identified to be self destructive.
It becomes impossible,
To return them back to a crib...
With a teaching 'then' to begin,
That is hoped to be conducive...
To an understanding,
With love to them given.
If from the beginning,
The very moment footsteps are taken to place,
This discipline with love is not comprehended?
From where do people think this comes?
By a waving done of a magic wand?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Legend Fable
centuries-old stand carved stone tablets
hundreds of tsunami warning stone markers
fabled tsunami waves devouring land lives
devastation legendary loss dwarfs memories
scale wave force shadow outruns warnings
witness awareness realities lost in three generations
generation enduring disaster becomes aged survivors
experience memory disaster to their children passes
experience more distant to their grandchildren passes
three generations fades forgotten from living memories
experience reality legend myth fable forget
three generations till people warnings forget
community crucial knowledge people forget
busy with lives love jobs experiences people forget
all except wise souls tsunami warnings heeding forget
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Midnight In Philadelphia (acoustic)
I know what its like to hide
Sit in your room and break down and cry
And all I could say was your name
Ive had my share of pain
But I know its made me who I am today
So I live life with no regrets
I live life with no regrets
I know that you are watching me
Somewhere over the moon
Shouting down that you love me
Wondering why I cant hear you
If only for a moment
If only in my mind
I could go back to the beginning
To the place I felt like a child
I can tell you meant well by your eyes
But a fathers intentions can be turned to lies
Nobodys perfect I guess
People will let you down
I followed the leader that fell to the ground
But you never left me alone
You never left me alone
I know that you are watching me
Somewhere over the moon
Shouting down that you love me
Wondering why I cant hear you
If only for a moment
If only in my mind
I could go back to the beginning
To the place I felt like a child
I know that you are watching me
Somewhere over the moon
Shouting down that you love me
Wondering why I cant hear you
If only for a moment
If only in my mind
I could go back to the beginning
To the place I felt like a child
song performed by by Lifehouse
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Wonderful If Wishes Like This Could Begin
It would be wonderful to be able to predict,
One man elected can fix the lives of those troubled.
And he'd be held accountable...
As he applied a magic wand to it!
But the chaos upon us has been inflicted by greed.
With the need to have our fantansies breathe.
As all who were teased approved it to be.
It would be wonderful to sit,
And witness all of our issues drift away.
To have someone else obey our whims.
It would be wonderful if wishes like this could begin...
When we chose our anguish and emotional pain to end.
But then again...
We would not be facing reality!
And reality upon many is beginning to descend!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perpetually Waiting
still like a statue
i stand and watch
watch you walk away from me
your footsteps leading you to a new place
stomping on my love's symphony
my arms still stretched wide
come back to them
that's where you belong
in my embrace
in my heart
my eyes over brimming with hope
the hope of your return
the hope of our reunion
'just turn back once
see what you are leaving behind'
that's my constant prayer
but your footsteps go unfaltered
leading you to your destiny
i wait for the day when you'll realize
it is your destiny
that you now leave behind
my spirit, still intact
my love, still unhampered
i know you'll come back to me
farewell, my love
farewell, my darling
so go on now
but when you return
you'll find me still waiting
my arms still stretched wide
my heart ready to reunite
poem by Ridah Ellahi
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When I Write The Book
Nick lowe/dave edmunds/billy bremner
Plangent visions music, ltd.
Now I can remember like it was only yesterday
Love was young and foolish like a little child at play
But oh how lovers change -- I never dreamed how easily
cause now Im just a shadow of the boy I used to be
And when I write the book about my love
It will be about a man whos torn in half
About his hopes and ambitions wasted through the years
The pain will be written on every page in tears
When I write the book about my love
I was a fool to myself when I kept on runnin around
And I fared little better when I tried settlin down
Maybe some magic moment
Ive never known one, not for long
For all too soon the magic is in a moment gone
And when I write the book about my love
Itll be a heartbreaking story about love and luck
When I get down on the pages all I felt
It will make the hardest-hearted of critics hearts melt
When I write the book about my love
When I was young love was fun and I was so happy
I looked so good, and I dressed so snappy
Two-tone shoes on my feet, big old smile on my face
As I moved and grooved all over the place
Now Im down in the heels, my complexion is bad
cause my love life is sadder than sad
And when I write the book about my love
Itll be a pop publication, tougher than tough
When I get down on the pages all I missed
It will shoot to the top of the best-sellers list
When I write the book about my love
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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Percieving magic
Magic, Is it real? what is it? Can you trust it? Can you see it?
Is magic a bunny being pulled from a hat?
Is magic a card trick, or is it a cion being pulled from behind a child's ear?
Can magic occur in a puff of smoke, or from a flick of a wand and a bibbity-bobbity-boo?
Is there such a thing as magic, or is it just all smoke and mirrors?
People say Love is magiacal, so does that mean love is magic, or magic is love?
If magic is all tricks and illusion of the mind, then is love real or is it our minds decieving us?
If love is magic, can you trust it, if you can't trust magicians?
Love may not be magic, but true love is the closest thing we can experience to real magic.
Love can be decieving, but where there is true love, there are no smoke, mirrors, or illusions.
If magic makes people happy, and if love is the closest thing we hav to magic, then why dosen't all the world love each other?
If we all spread a little bit of magic, wouldn't the world be a better, happier place to live?
There would be no more wars,
no more need people, and no more need for prisons.
We would all live in peace and harmony.
But this...this will never happen.
There will always be a war or a fight.
There will always be children crying.
There will always be pain and hatred.
We can't escape te ways of man, wether we cause these things or others cause them.
Our world will never be the great Utopia philosophers once imagined.
We must accept that these things will not happen,
But can't we at least try to make them better?
Isn't it better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all?
Wouldn't it be a far, far better thing we would do than we ever have done?
If these things are true, then why don't we act upon them?
Is it because we are selfish,
because we don't see anyone else trying,
or because it would just be too much trouble to add into our busy schedules?
No matter the reason, no matter the cause,
we need to start, we need to start now.
The more magic you spread, the more love will be spread around the world.
Love is a force of nature, it's unstoppable once in effect.
So is magic unstoppable to?
Is it real or is magic like that Utopia that was only a dream?
Science can't prove it, medicine can't prove it.
Love exists.
It's in our hearts, and it apreads and growns.
So if love is magic, then magic must exist.
Without it love would not exist.
Without love....without love
the world would not exist...we would not exist.
-samantha johnson burnsed
poem by Samantha Burnsed
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Their Marriage: Phase 2
they sleep early
and wake up early
the splendor of odor
the magic of skin all gone
back to back with time
they have nothing to share
except their promise
to complete the journey of marriage
sailing on mutual affections of pity
and sympathy less the excitement
silence holding on to silence
love shrinking to its essence
understanding digs deeper
to souls intertwined longing
for that final resting place
the same God as their witness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It All Starts Now
Too many people act as if hope is dead. Just watch the movies, the news, really look at how people treat each other in the office, on the streets. So much pretense, hostility, arrogance, silent killings, so little kindness, patients, appreciation, understanding love and generosity. If people really had faith, if they really believe, in their heart, in their depths they would not be this way. One of the first steps to end the insanity is to face our destructive desires, born and perpetuated out of a lack of love, Lack of EMPATHY, lack of courage, lack of vision. It all starts now. It all ends now. We choose every moment.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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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!
Waving Minds
Waving minds,
Waving love,
Waving magic! !
Muse it up and use it up;
But some one went to the court when,
You had no roof on your head.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Never Fade Away
Graham Russell)
Walking along the boulevard
Speaking into the air
Where can I find the life
I know that only dreams can share
I close my eyes and see you there
Calling me far beyond
Wrapped in a robe of mystery
You wave your magic wand
Maybe it's real, only life is illusion
Don't break my heart
Hold out your hand and I'll never lose you
Don't break my heart
Yes, I'm a man and just flesh and bone
But you do not live, all my dreams are your home
I stare through a veil, so thin, yet so near
And walk in your footsteps as you cast off my fear
Walk with me through the gates of time to eternity
ANd our love will never fade away
We can fly to a bridge across the sky
Where the souls that would always cry will never
Fade away
Walking along the boulevard
Wishing we were complete
Why are some things so very hard to witness and believe
The victor of this universe
The victim of the wind
Where does a dream begin and end
And where does life begin
Maybe it's real, only life is illusion
Don't break my heart
Hold out your hand and I'll never lose you
Don't break my heart
Yes, I'm a man and just flesh and bone
But you do not live, all my dreams are your home
I stare through a veil, so thin, yet so near
And walk in your footsteps as you cast off my fear
Walk with me through the gates of time to eternity
And our love will never fade away
We can climb to a bridge across the sky
Where the souls that would always cry will never
Fade away
---
Eric Wincentsen
[email protected]
Mesa, Arizona
song performed by by Air Supply
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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.
Return Trip
I will return to my place of Birth
To that place before Mother Earth
I will return to that Day of Awakening
To that Day of a New Beginning
I will return to my very first Sun
My very first Moon, my very first Star
I will return to that place that never was far
I will return to the land of the Beautiful,
the Good, the Grateful
Where there is nothing to forgive
For there is no sin
Where there is no regret
Life is what you dream
Where Innocence is never put to test
Where all is Sacred and blessed with Happiness
I will return to my place and time of Birth
I will return
I am not Cursed
poem by Sonya Florentino
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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.
poem by Waldon Pond Productions
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I Will Remind Him Of It
These days as I age,
To feel blessed to experience...
A noticeable ache not there before,
To greet me as I awaken.
Sine the furthest thing from my mind,
Is attempting to recapture a youthful appearance...
With a magic wand and assistance,
I will never again find as quickly as I had in the past.
If I can get out of bed and go through my daily routine,
Of taking a shower after stretching and exercising...
That alone has become the only event I wish to accomplish,
BEFORE anyone has had a chance to witness...
Unbelievable miracles I perform without them being seen.
Geeessshhh.
Who could that be at this hour of the morning?
Knocking on the door.
Maybe it is that beautiful woman who lives next door.
And has come to confess undying love she has for me.
Maybe there is still hope.
One moment please.
'Oh.
I'm sorry to disturb you.
I was looking for Larry.
Does he still live here? '
Yes he does.
I am his great grandfather.
He should be back later this evening.
'Oh, okay.
I'll see him then.'
You sure will.
If God has anything to do with it.
'You're funny.
I can see where he gets his sense of humor.'
I will remind him of it.
The moment he arrives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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.
Soil Service
Inspirit to up so fond
Fetch down that godly wand
Wave and wave so grand
Ring out well the cluttered mind
Over again, again wave the wand
Ring in afresh a soil a land
Set in liquid and gas to bind
Pattern dark and red well tilled
Sandy, loamy, yellow coloured
Grey, brown, black spread
Hill and river and wood
Up and down, side to side
Over again wave the wand
Vegetation and crops all to blend
Over again make rain-falls thundered
Forests and fields be pulsated
Again, again the waving wand
Volcanoes and oceans be befriended
And righteuous human be ever good
Geology, ecology reckoned and regarded
Again, again the waving wand
Food shelter clothe ever offered
Sylvan scene of prolificacy splendid
Stealthy, healthy life humanised
Again, again the magic wand
Not to wave but to hide
In the heart of the alert mind
A promise to conserve all that found
Again, again the promise be continued
For the soil a sacred servitude
Failed if one and all to mind
Impaired soil chucks the wand vanished
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Fates fickle hand
I have missed so many years of your life, but I know fate did not have us set to collide until it was ready
Most people place demands on relationships that are impossible,
making it impossible.
Love is but a moment in time, which only lovers can extend to fill their lives as long as they want it too
You have invited me in as I am, and that alone leaves me awestruck at times
Eventually you did collide with my heart
Love found its place amongst debris that was there
Sweeping away the dross, making a clean start in which to flourish
Fate has at last taken my hand and said now is the time
poem by Gordon D Wilkinson
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Can I Get A Witness
(b. holland / l. dozier / e. holland)
Ah, listen everybody
Especially you guys
Is it right to be left alone
When the one you love is never home?
I love too hard
Yeah, my friends sometimes say
But I believe, oh I believe
That a boy should be loved that way
But it hurts me so inside
See him treat me so unkind
A-somebody, a-somewhere
Tell him it aint fair
Can I get a witness?
Can I get a witness?
Can I get a witness?
Somebody?
Is it right to be treated so bad?
When youve given everything you had
Keep on tossing in my sleep
cause I havent seen my baby all week
Now, you people you do agree
That this aint the way loves supposed to be
A-let me hear you
Let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Up early in the morning
With him on my mind
Just to find out all night
That Ive been crying
But I believe, oh, that a boy is a girls best friend
So, Im gonna stick by him til the very end
But he caused so much misery
I forget how loves supposed to be
Somebody, somewhere tell him
It aint fair
Can I get a witness?
Can I get a witness?
I want a witness
Witness, witness, witness, witness
Everybody knows, especially you boys
That a love can be sad
But half a love is twice as bad
Now you people you do agree
That this aint the way loves supposed to be
Let me hear you
Let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah
I want a witness
Can I get a witness?
I want a witness
Come on, witness
I want a witness, hey
Come on, witness
I want a witness
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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