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If Poetry were Magic..........from before but still
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If Poetry were Magic..........from before but still |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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(wishes for peace and love this holiday for all you wonderful poets...and a hug from me) If poetry were magic Down deep in caves of see where dreams are made I’d be a maker of all dreams come true, my voice would soar with angel’s wings and breeze the poor with much to eat If poetry were magic. I’d see the season’s change just as real as they are nowI but without the summer haze, and winter’s hearth filled with fresh cut fragrant warmth from trees that grow right back into the regal beauty true that they embraced before if poetry were magic. I’d take your hand that’s cold as ice and with mine like a glove restore the flow that good health brings and thus because two hands are grace they’d bring such love to this same place that before was only lonely if poetry were magic. If poetry were magic then each of us would be set free to roam the pages of the world and graze in art and dance in love in café’s sip from honeyed tea and sail the wind kept at the place where swift time stills in revered grace if poetry were magic. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
From your pen, and the mighty pens of all poets here, the poetry is magic...and we are blessed, all of us, by each and every one who grace these walls... Thank you Martie, for bringing this back... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I’d take your hand that’s cold as ice and with mine like a glove restore the flow that good health brings and thus because two hands are grace they’d bring such love to this same place that before was only lonely if poetry were magic. If poetry were magic then each of us would be set free to roam the pages of the world and graze in art and dance in love in café’s sip from honeyed tea and sail the wind kept at the place where swift time stills in revered grace if poetry were magic. ====================== and we all know that it is ... and yours is a special kind of magic thank you for this beautiful touching piece holiday hugs right back at you sweet poet love ya jm Some people find subtlety in strangers if you find anything~let me in Your eyes~you see everything my eyes~I see it all together now~and I know |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ If perchance the poetic magic were to dance upon your heart I would know that you received the gift I did impart Sent with love on gossamer winging Bringing the magic so poetically singing Wrapped up in the glittered verse tied with rhyming smile This gift I send to you to light your life - a little while *You ARE a gift, dear sweet poet. I thank you for wrapping yourself around our hearts. Love n' lots of *hugs* Merry Christmas, my friend. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
As the others have said and I will reinforce, YOU and YOUR poetry are magic my friend and the way you creep into a heart and reside there is even more magic. Thank you for this lovely piece and the wishes and I wish for you a very wonderful Christmas as well. Hugs and love to you from this cowboy. A life with love will have some thorns, but a life without love will have no roses. author unknown |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Martie, It's magic Kethry Religion is for people frightened about going to hell - Spirituality is for people who have been there. Anon. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Poetry from your pen IS magic... it turns a frown upside down. *S* On the bleakest days, I open your work knowing I'll visit someplace lovely... It's a bank account that never empties, no matter how often I draw upon it. *S* |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Dear friends...Yes, poetry IS magic and you are all filled with it...like flakes of snow, you quietly...softly pour beauty into my life...love and peace and happy holidays to you! |
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