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MAGICAL POETR Y

Falling

I'm falling with the agony of the desire to hold you near
forever in the arms of love that know not any fear
and yet you still elude me with the  path not clearly shown
i travel with you always and know that i am known.

by aikihilt

STORM OF HER SOUL

Storm clouds dwell within her soul
Thunder strikes and the tears flow,
So Alone -- --  the storm is raging,
So Alone -- --  the rain never ends,
She looks in the mirror, looking for herself.
She looks in the mirror, and sees a stranger.
Storm clouds consumme her soul
Lightning strikes and takes another piece,
So Alone -- -- the storm is out of control
So Alone -- -- the rain never ends,
She walked down the hall looking for Salvation
She walked down the hall and only found Damnation
Storm clouds are dancing in her eyes
Wind blows where her heart used to be,
So Alone -- -- only the storm is left
So Alone -- -- the rain never ends,
She reaches out, looking for an edge
She reaches out, and finds that there is nothing there.

B.A.S.10/18/99

Patient Passenger By Ana Issabella Vidal

I sit and wait.
Hands demurely on my lap,
like a lady.
Patience dressed in white,pure, innocent, naive.
As the first touch.
As the first kiss.
Is being so long,
many leaves have fallen,
many waves have washed the shores,
stones abraded,
foam recycled.
Ask the mirror,
I have changed.
My skin is not as flawless,
the eyes a little tired,
the flesh dragged down.
Still I wait for him to come.
My lips will keep the freshness of a red apple
eager to be bitten.
Patience will be rewarded,
hungry heart will be feed.
Passenger waiting for a connecting fly,
they will soon call my name.
I will ........calmly wait.

The play

Crashing droplets of water
hiss down her nose
wanting to near the edge;
lovers in the universe
of tears

They dance together
to her favorite windchime
The song it plays
reverberates and
follows
the rhythm
of her, the warrior

She sits, a lone flesh
Thinking why
she touches no one now

The teardrops
dance to the beat
of the lover,
who wants to own
every chime
and control
every tear
like an actor
in an endless play

By JB

HALLOWEEN

A horned owl sits perched on a gnarled oak tree limb,
And asks, "Who," at the pale, misty moon.
The gravestones below him gleam white in the night,
The wind whistles a Halloween tune.
On the spiked wrought-iron fence a black cat humps its back,  
And hisses at something unseen.
This night is for ghouls, ghosts, and goblins, and such,
And all manner of things Halloween.  
Gay sounds from a farm house a short trek away,  
Are some folk at a Halloween bash.
Around jack-o-lanterns aglow they cavort,      
   To the tune of ye old Monster Mash.  
At midnight the ground shakes, the stones crack and groan,   
The owl flies away with a scream.    
The dead things that claw their way up from the earth,       
Are worse than your scariest dream.   
They shuffle along up the road to the house,
Entwined in their rotting gray sheets.     
   The party inside is in for a surprise,     
At the door something croaks, "Trick or treat!"    

 By Leona Hill

Untitled

Sometimes I walk Through the woods
I wonder how can there be so much   
beauty in this world
Tall proud trees wave at me with their    
leaves as i pass in their comforting    
shadows
Birds flutter about filling the air with    
music greater than that of any    
symphony
Flowers look up at me from the earth's    
soil with dlicate petals painted with    
the brightest colors in the world
As I pass into a meadow butterflies    
dance passionately in the breeze
The sun sits perched high above my    
head amongst the clouds casting    
light on the world and warming my    
heart
Yet when I look at you I see all the    
same wonderful things
I long for a time when I am in those    
same woods
When I look to my side and see you    
walking with me
Looking into my face and warming my    
heart    

 By Garrett D. Robinson                              November  1996

Untitled

the wild wind of winters woe
blows icy cold above the snow
chilly chatter as neighbors pass
by frozen lakes as smooth as glass
scented frills of christmas past
leave lingering lullabies that last and last.    

By k.k.

The Enchanted

Intoxicated by your Beauty
I am lost in a Whirlpool of Dementia
Succumbing to Capricious Fantasy
I wring my hands alternately between
Exalted Mystical Rapture and
Utter Desolation
Venomous kisses choke every barbarian invader
Wayward vampires choke on my blood
Veneration of the Goddess of Death
Demands supplication
Yet, You I reverence beyond all Though my mind raves in protest
I still ardently enfold the child of my suffering
In a concert of radiant majesty
I dance alone with the stars.

By Amber Ravensong 690

In The Dark of Night

I keep reaching out for something that’s not there
When I know I have to reach within
But the Well is so deep, and so very dark
The surface does not even seem fluid,
But seems rather to be a clump of Earth
Parched Earth crumbles to dust
Wet Earth is mud, sinking me even further down
From where I want to be

I hate the Night, only the morning Sun restores me
Yet it is the night that claims me
So I reach out for the moon and the stars
Hoping for the warmth of the Sun
And weep when a ray of light touches me.

Amber Ravensong 690

Candle Light

We are like candles burning in the night.
We start off tall, full of dreams, ideas, and faith. 
As time passes we begin to melt with every day problems and troubles. 
Drip by drip our time runs out and we have done nothing but
shrink to a stub and at any moment our flame could be blown out and that would be the end.
But think you did bring light to at least one person.

By Stephanie

I Dream of Peace

Last night I dreamt of you
You were with me
And I was at peace

Everywhere I went
You were there too
And I was at peace

I put out my arms
And I could touch you
I could feel this peace

If I wanted a kiss
I could kiss you
Again, I felt peace

We talked about everything
All through the night
And I had such peace

Morning came, I awoke,
You stayed in my dreams
Yet I still had peace

It’s night again
I’m back in my bed
Will I still dream with peace?

You’d think this life
Would not be enough
For me to have peace

But the other option,
To be without you,
Would not give me peace

In the real world
You’re untouchable
You search for your own peace

So, these nights together
I steal from you
While you and I sleep

For reality separates us
Together we can’t be
So you come to me in dreams

And for sanity and beauty
I see you in my dreams
And only, then only

Can I feel my peace.

Barbara Crouch 1999