The Magic
The magic had failed just then,
Training a hand to a weapon;
The cocked weapon was itself,
The magical weapon was itself.
He needed to obey the weapon,
You dress and bind your wrists,
But the sword snaps in them,
Falling apart and then the magic enters!
A place for your hands has no choice,
What are you now that magic appeared?
There is no escape, no where to provide
And foresee to exact the retribution.
The person also ordered his chest
To expand and release the lungs,
For his magical tricks could foresee
Why he was a magician.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Weapons of Mass Destruction
The Holy Roman Empire and Alexander The Great
Exterminate the globe, with extreme prejudice,
A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The European Inquisition, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The Holy Christian Crusades, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The Manifest Destiny and land expansion, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
Globalization and commercialization of the many rain forests,
A Weapon of Mass Destruction
Comprehensive sanctions is economic violence,
A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The procreation of religion and God, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
Democratizing the whole world, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The extermination of The Iroquois Confederation, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
World domination the salvation of, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
War, is the greatest Weapon of Mass Destruction
The justification for annihilation of, The Constitution
The constitution of retribution, the absolution of, A Weapon of Mass Destruction.
poem by Josephine DixonBanks
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Religious War
Religious war has been fought by rare person
person fighting for religion is ever winner
only the person took the help of weapons
are defeated, History is witness in weapon war
only the powerful weapons are winner, but
that can not be termed as Religious War
Weapon War is always blind but religious war
is always full of love and peace.
Weapon war is the matter of ego
Religious war is the matter of consciousness
Weapon war sheds blood but Religious War
It sheds love and affection
A person fighting for Religious War has to be
martyr some time but he becomes the reason
to be worshiped for ever
Weapon war spreads chaos and terrorism
Religious War spreads prosperity
Weapon war knows to split the society
Religious War knows to unite the society
Weapon war knows to enslave the human being
Religious War knows to make him free
from all kinds of slavery
Weapon war pushes us back to barbaric age
Religious war pulls us forward to civilized age.
Weapon war ends with destruction
Religious war ends with creation
Religion is the law of nature
which prevails all to be survived
poem by Ramesh Rai
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The Magical Music Show(Lyrics) :
Welcome to magic, and the magical music show.
You'll get a little magic, from the magical music show.
When you see, you've got it down.
Take a little look around.
Send your eyes up on the stage.
There could be no better day; for magic.
And the magical music show.
We'll send a little magic.
From the magical music show.
When you think you understand.
Take a look, up at our band.
Take another look around.
There could be no better sound, then magic.
And the magical music show.
You'll get a little magic.
From the magical music show.
So welcome to magic.
And the magical music show..
You'll get a little magic.
From the magical music show.
So welcome to magic.
And the magical music show.
And the magical music show-wooh-wooh..
Magic Song-Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1985,2009..
All rights reserved..
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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The Magician's Magic
The magician's magic.
Is the magic for you.
He can pull a rabit, out of his hat.
He can trick you with this.
Or he can trick you with that.
A bag of tricks, from the magician to you.
A bag of tricks, a magician can do.
He can pull a rabit, out of his hat.
He can trick you wth this.
Or he can trick you with that.
The magician's magic.
Is the magic for you.
The magician's magic.
Is his magic show.
He can saw a lady in half.
He can split her in two.
He can trick you with this.
Or he can trick you with that.
These are some things, a magician can do.
A bag of tricks, from the magician to you.
The magician's magic.
Is the magic for you.
The magician's magic.
Is his magic show.
He can pull a rabit, out of his hat.
He can saw a lady in half.
Then he ca split her in two.
He can trick you with this.
Or he can trick you with that.
The magician's magic.
Is the magic for you.
The magician's magic.
Is his magic show.
These are some things, a magician can do.
A bag of tricks, from the magician to you.
These are some things, a magician can do.
A bag of tricks, from the magician to you..
Magic-Song-Poem-By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1989,2009..
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poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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The best weapon of a dictatorship is secrecy, but the best weapon of a democracy should be the weapon of openness.
quote by Niels Bohr
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Weapon Of Choice
Dont be shocked by the tone of my voice
Just got my new weapon, the weapon of choice
Dont be shocked by the tone of my voice
Just got my new weapon, the weapon of choice
Listen to the sound of my voice
I can chicken al loud, its the weapon of choice
Dont be shocked by the tone of my voice
Its the new weapon, the weapon of choice
2x chorus:
You can go with this,
Or you can go with that,
You can go with this,
Or you can go with that,
You can go with this,
Or you can go with that,
Or you can throw with (us)-(only the 1st time)
Walk without rythm,
It wont attrack the worm
Walk without rythm,
And it wont attrack the worm
Walk without rythm,
And it wont attrack the worm
If you walk without rythm,
Ah, you never learn
Dont be shocked by the tone of my voice
Just got my new weapon, weapon of choice
Dont be shocked by the tone of my voice
Just got my new weapon, weapon of choice
Be carefull, we dont know them
Be carefull, we dont know them
Be carefull, we dont know them
2x chorus
Oh, mary we wont do the ? ? ?
Too big love to the angels of lie
Yeah, and my girl
She just dont understand
Is gone beyond being a man
? ? ?
? ? ?
But Im going to hold my cool,
Because of easy rules
Yeah, so move on baby, yeah
Halfway between the gutter and the stars, yeah
Halfway between the gutter and the stars, yeah
2x chorus
song performed by by Fatboy Slim
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Pistola
On the tip of my tongue an offensive is poised and rearing
My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger
Your weapon is a pistola
I don't need to fear, fear you
Your weapon is a pistola
My secret arsenal is an infinite ageless ink well
It's a fountain of youth and a patriot's weapon of choice
Your weapon is a pistola
I don't need to fear, fear you
Your weapon is a pistola
On the tip of my tongue an offence is poised and rearing
My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger
Your weapon is a pistola
I don't need to fear, fear you
Your weapon is a pistola
song performed by by Incubus
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Magic
Magic is a word
that conjures up things in our mind,
all sorts of magician tricks.
Magic is much more than that,
more that being deceived,
just look around you
and see all the magic there is around you
for everyone to enjoy and see.
The waking of a flower
as the dawn creeps across the sky.
The first sound of a new born babe
as it gives out its first cry.
These are not magician tricks,
but the magic of our world
and if we look more closely
the world is filled with magic
for all to see.
29 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Upon a Hill is a Sword
Upon a hill is a sword that intimidates,
It strikes at the expense of tragedy,
What does it do but fabricate debates,
Meaningful dates are spoken with ability.
Upon a chance so acute, the sword is handed
To a singer of reasonable songs
Finding waters of lovable words like pearls
From an abalone.
Upstairs the heavens are crossed to come across
A weapon of magic, abhorrently working
And chiming the time-clock like applesauce,
Where the orchards keep with infinity but abating.
The sword does not love being abolished,
With adoration it speaks of hatred abounding;
The dagger is shorter and inadequate, brandished
Like a weapon in abbreviation, one that is abandoning.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Magic...
Flashes of happiness, in bright daylight..
A kiss from an angel, in the middle of the night..
Our body does the salsa, our heart happily jives..
Sweet moments of joy, add Magic in our lives..
In our heart where love lingers in the air..
look and you'll find more magical moments there..
These magical moments, we shall always cling to..
Make wonderful memories as our life passes through..
The melody of a flute, the sweet scent of flowers..
The bright rays of sun, the thundering rain showers..
All this is Magic, moments that rekindle eternal flame..
Gives us the courage, to win life's every game..
God gave us some Magic in our glowing eye..
His arms that hold us and tell us not to cry..
There is Magic in our voice, when we talk each day..
This Magic is our smile, adds so much to what we say..
Magic in our heart, makes us bold, brave and true..
This is magic of feelings, shared between me and you..
Magic in our heart, is why we care so much..
magic in our hands, gives us that magical touch..
Magic is the rainbow throwing color's in the dark..
Shiny stars twinkling Magic, gives each night it's spark..
Magic are the waves, that try reaching the shore..
Magic is the sweetest fruit, we strive for more and more..
Added Magic to our emotions, is the reason we fall in love..
This world is the stage, the show is presented from up above..
God does his own tricks, pulls a bunny from his hat..
The Biggest Magic of my life, was the one moment we met..
Life teaches Magic, this is here that we learn..
The tricks to find peace, the tricks to have fun..
Float in the river of Magic, keep all sorrows at the bay..
Have a li'l 'Abra Ka Dabra...' in your life everyday...
poem by Abhijit Surve
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The sword was a very elegant weapon in the days of the samurai. You had honor and chivalry much like the knights, and yet it was a gruesome and horrific weapon.
quote by Dustin Diamond
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Magical Days With You
All the magical ways
With the magic of days
My soul is soaring for you
All the magical feeling
With magic that’s healing
Growing and cherishing too
All the magical rhyme
With the magic of time
Whispering love in true
So love as we live
Our souls share to give
Our hearts beat as one, from two
poem by Paul Moosberg
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Magic brooms and magic pebbles
We may have all these kinds of magical things
Needed for some magical solutions to our
Own problems, our problems the two of
Us in these confusions, these wars,
A magic broom for you to fly away to magic land
Where perfect handsome prince could be waiting,
A magic carpet for me where I can go to Arab lands
Dancing bellies sway where sweet date palms grow
Throughout a thousand magical, starry desert nights
A magic pebble that both of us can swallow
And khazzamm! Khazzam! We become what we all desire,
The forms of our dreams the powers in our wishes,
A genie from a magic will do too so we can be educated
And cautioned with only three limited exclusive wishes,
But no, no, no my dear, I face you and you face me,
We are in this, through this, by this, and for this,
We now, we two, must be all against this, together.
In real flesh, in real gazes, worldly till the end of time.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Who Stole my magical part?
Once i was a single piece of story,
And then was added up with a bit of Magic.
I roamed about on the grass and the slums
And on the glass of hope and in salty lake.
A bottle of tear was changed to pure wine
And the glasses of wine to strong Vodka.
The magic was so sleek and the core was hot
It burnt me like a cup of water in a pot
my hair got straightened, when the magic
Was by hearted by me and filled up my nerve.
It was born in me and grew with me and then,
I thought it would die with me and get buried.
Nothing happened, never did i die or the other,
Never did the magic die and moved selfless.
Never ambitious i was, but the magic was.
Not the magician i was of that magic, i thought
Just a dropp of the self, threw the magic from me?
Did my veins broke and was i soaked in blood?
It was all a magic of life who taught me to roam
And i knew, hidden was there someone to watch me,
Doing the magic, unskillfully, in dramatic pace.
All in grief I was, coz I forgot all that I knew,
Who is raiding my soul? I asked myself,
Neither I answered nor anyone else or the Magic either
And on the way I found the Magic playing against me.
Realized I, with extreme gentleness, my plight
The time was up and no more magician I was.
I saw it played by someone else whom I didn’t know,
And who stole my magical part for him,
Was that myself? Or was that a Magic.
poem by Vinoop Fredy
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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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Strange Magic
Youre sailing softly through the sun
In a broken stone age dawn.
You fly so high.
I get a strange magic,
Oh, what a strange magic,
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
Got a strange magic.
Youre walking meadows in my mind,
Making waves across my time,
Oh no, oh no.
I get a strange magic,
Oh, what a strange magic,
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
Got a strange magic.
Oh, Im never gonna be the same again,
Now Ive seen the way its got to end,
Sweet dream, sweet dream.
Strange magic,
Oh, what a strange magic,
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
Got a strange magic.
Its magic, its magic, its magic.
Strange magic,
Oh, what a strange magic,
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic.
Strange magic strange magic
Oh, what a strange magic strange magic
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic.
Strange magic strange magic
Oh, what a strange magic strange magic
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
Got a strange magic,
You know I got a strange magic,
Yeah, I got a strange magic,
Oo-o-o-oo, strange magic. (fade)
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Samsher (Sword)
Samsher is another name for sword
Sharp edged weapons but not mightier than words
Old kings and chieftains used along with war lords
Protective arm length weapon carried by soldiers on board
Whoever had weapons carried the field
Surrendered all kings and great influence yield
Such was weapon and matter of great pride
Always visible on waist and can’t hide
Easy to defend and easy to maneuver
Straight into action without finding cover
Body art and activeness always had upper hand
Some times enemies turned tactics and became friends
Only one sword became famous in entire world history
Tipu (name) Sultan (ruler) had shining past with glory
Not only British but French too had to make the way
His sword ruled the land and complete sway
Anybody may question what specialty the weapon had?
It was given to him by another sultan Hyder Ali as dad
The legend reveled it had magic touch given by goddess
He was benevolent ruler and had always shining success
Luck may not favour all the time to come
Tipu too had feared and ready to welcome
Waged heroic struggle with all his efforts
No help could reach him through his ports
He had his downfall and was beheaded
All rulers did not unite and territory conceded
It was lone freedom struggle for unity preservation
Nothing could be achieved even with prevention
His sword was taken away and kept in museum
All efforts to bring it back failed and kept mum
Alas! Efforts of one wealthy and businessman restored
Sword is back home with its past glory and adored
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Palm Reader
Just give me a call
When you feel better
But you never do
And Im just another debtor
To some palm reader
Whos got all her hands mixed up
Palm readers breath
Smells of brandy and cigarettes
As she sells me sweet forgets
She needs something to get her through
She runs a scam like me and you
Oh yeah me and you
Freud said that love
Was a good psychosis
But I dont know
Ive had too many doses
Hes a creep
And we all know that
He probably made it up
Believe in me
And this lie
Tell me everything will be alright
Cos its so good to believe
But you turn my hope into a weapon
I kept your sweater til the scent was gone
Bunched up in my hands
When the days were long
But I still sniff it
I walk alone on the concrete with the living
And did you stop
To gather round the fallen ones?
They dont know why
Neither do i
Neither do i
Neither do i
Neither do i
Believe in me
And this lie
Tell me everything will be alright
Cos its so good to believe
We could turn it all around in a night
You and i
Cos its so good
But you turn my hope into a weapon
Yeah you turn my hope into a weapon
Oh no oh no
Theres no one to trust
Except maybe the two of us
But thats in the past
The place where Im living
Haunted by broken dreams
I read the horoscopes in magazines
Especially yours
In the sign of a leo
The regal ones
Will mend you like your blouse so
Oh its so slow
And when will we let me go
Let me go
Let me know
Let me go
Believe in me
And this lie
Tell me everything will be alright
Cos its so good to believe
We could turn it all around in a night
You and i
Cos its so good
But youll turn hope into a weapon
Yeah youll turn hope into a weapon
song performed by by Third Eye Blind
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There is a weapon we can fight with. That is the weapon of political action.
quote by Harry Bridges
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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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