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Girls are magic…a poem

toddler girl wearing teal and white polka-dot long-sleeved shirt and white tutu skirt outfit walking on green sod at daytime

girls know they’re magic
from their very first breath
magic
is something that society
takes from them
lies to them about
makes sure they don’t
believe in themselves
or their magic
so they bury it
deep
but it’s always there
telling them something
is missing
telling them
that their heart
is only half alive
but now
it’s time
to get in touch with that
part of themselves
and fight
the bloody hell
back
before
it’s too late

 

Photo:  Majorie Betrand
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Borders…a story poem

forest covered in fog

the world of the Others
looks enticing
beautiful
natural
welcoming
quiet
and
dreamy
but those
can sometimes
be traps
to lure you in
where Fairies
and Elves
Brownies and
Nightmares live
waiting for foolish humans
to ignore their desire
to RUN
but instead
step over the logs
that are the border
between one world
and another

 

Photo:  Dave Hoefler
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Magic…a poem.

the magic’s
all around us
but you can only see it
if you look
for it
with eyes
wide open
then the colors
and ley lines
present themselves
if you don’t believe
everything you see
will simply
turn into
a comic book
with heroes
villans
and
death

 

Photo:  Mathias Borre
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The magical bridge to YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE…a story poe

Brown Wooden Bridge in the Forest

the wind
sang to her
she listened
it told her of
beautiful things
sunsets
of red and gold
birds with blue
feathers
tipped in
pure silver
of lushness
beyond belief
all of her dreams
could come true
if she just crossed
the bridge

what’s the catch
she asked
there’s ALWAYS
a catch

I probably can’t leave
once I’m there
like Shangri-La
right

the wind
rustled the leave
on the trees
and sent butterflies
to flutter around her
then it said
yes
like Shangri-La
you can never leave

have a nice day
she said

as she turned
and went back
down the path

it’s really nice there
called the wind
but all he heard
was her laughter

 

 

Photo:  Tolga Ahmtler
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A place of Magic…

Girl Sitting on Library Floor Reading a Book 

All cats have magic inside of them…it’s what they are…a poem.

Cat, Heart, Light, Dream, Love, Kitten

I love my little kitty
she’s black and oh so white
she lets me pet and play with her
each day
and every night
her eyes shine just like jewels
her face
a work of art
but more than all her beauty
is the love
within her heart

 

Photo:  Pixabay

Magic man…a very short story

He never made a fuss.  He simply pulled up a chair and started to play.  He sang softly, words of truth and awakening, words of valor and friendship, words of smoke and mirrors, peace and harmony.

As he sang, the people around him began to changed.  Their shoulders dropped, the tension in their faces disappeared, and their eyes lost their look of fear. They seemed lighter, younger, more at peace.

Once the spell had been cast, he got up and walked away..

No one in the crowd would remember him. You see, most people don’t believe in magic…even when it’s right in front of them.

 

Photo:  Hamid Tajik
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Home…a poem

brown wooden house in the middle of green trees

she built her home
out of magic
the walls
were formed from
bits of poetry
random words
torn memories
and pages
from her favorite books
sunshine
moonbeams
love
flowers
and chocolate
made up the ceiling
and yes
there were
shreds of rage
and revenge
moments of
loss
and despair
that sometimes
littered the floor
but the cats
and trees
brushed those things aside
covering her nest
with beautiful leaves
sparkles
birdsong
and soft contented
purrs

 

Photo:  Mikaela Stenström
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Trees are magic…

sun light passing through green leafed tree

trees are magic
their roots
touch the pulse of life
they see everything
they are the guardians
of Nature
the oxygen
the keepers
of wisdom
we ignore that
at our own risk

 

 

 

Photo:  Jeremy Bishop
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We will never forget…

woman in black dress standing on firefrom generation
to generation
we pass down
our lore
pass down
our stories
pass down our
magic
we exist
and we won’t
ever forget
how men
BURNED
US

 

Photo:  Vadim Sadovski
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