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The Magic Wand
Magicians around the world rely on their
magic wand, it is their main tool in their
trade, it creates the illusion of making
magic believable, it has the ability to
trick your senses into believing the
magician, when he has your full attention
he works his magic and makes everyone
shocked in amazement, magic wands
are not always used by magicians as in
the storybook story of 'Cinderella' it was
used by the Fairy Godmother to change
'Cinderella' into a princess while turning
a pumpkin into a beautiful coach with
white horses to take Cinderella to the ball.
The magic wand is nothing more than a
painted stick of wood, but when painted it is
transformed into a wonderful magic wand.
magic wand, it is their main tool in their
trade, it creates the illusion of making
magic believable, it has the ability to
trick your senses into believing the
magician, when he has your full attention
he works his magic and makes everyone
shocked in amazement, magic wands
are not always used by magicians as in
the storybook story of 'Cinderella' it was
used by the Fairy Godmother to change
'Cinderella' into a princess while turning
a pumpkin into a beautiful coach with
white horses to take Cinderella to the ball.
The magic wand is nothing more than a
painted stick of wood, but when painted it is
transformed into a wonderful magic wand.
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
A simple story of a magic stick magicians call a wand.Written: 13th July 2013
time
The hands of the clock stood still
Time was frozen
For a while
No movement of the fingers
No counting of time
in time and space
Nothing
Moved frozen to the spot
Time stood still movement no more
People frozen no sound no
Traffic noise
No talking no people walking to shops
Talking to others
All frozen to the spot
Nothing
Time frozen
Till time decides to move once more
Time was frozen
For a while
No movement of the fingers
No counting of time
in time and space
Nothing
Moved frozen to the spot
Time stood still movement no more
People frozen no sound no
Traffic noise
No talking no people walking to shops
Talking to others
All frozen to the spot
Nothing
Time frozen
Till time decides to move once more
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Posted: Oct 2013
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In London Town
Jack the Ripper comes out to play
A blood stain knife, with throats he slices.
Bodies in gutters, eaten by mice, wandering soul, with no place to go. Screams are smothered, under a murderous smite.
As werewolves howls, on full moon nights; 'Mr Jackal, where's Dr Hyde?'
The beasts are lose in London Town.
Big Ben strikes twelve; extra, extra, London bridge has fallen down
Read all about it; The beasts are loose, please lock your doors, close all your windows and brace yourself, it's a long night ahead.
A blood stain knife, with throats he slices.
Bodies in gutters, eaten by mice, wandering soul, with no place to go. Screams are smothered, under a murderous smite.
As werewolves howls, on full moon nights; 'Mr Jackal, where's Dr Hyde?'
The beasts are lose in London Town.
Big Ben strikes twelve; extra, extra, London bridge has fallen down
Read all about it; The beasts are loose, please lock your doors, close all your windows and brace yourself, it's a long night ahead.
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Posted: Oct 2013
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The Truth About Hansel And Gretel (part 1of3)
I am so sick and tired as being portrayed as a bad person, as the villain. For years stories have been told about me, making me out to be ever so evil. They even try to convince people that I like to eat children. It is time that the truth was told, that my side of the story was heard.
Well, I suppose that my story starts as most stories do, a long, long time ago. My life was pretty much ordinary. I lived in a small village and as a child was quite happy. I played with the other children of the village and had quite a few friends.
That all changed when I became a teenager. I contracted some sort of rare disease that changed my skin. Almost overnight my skin turned into something that resembled scales. My friends deserted me and no longer wanted to come near me. How cruel people can be, they called me all sorts of names. When I walked around in the village the little children ran away in fright.
I was still the same person on the inside. I still had the same hopes and fears. Still had the same dreams although I could see they would never happen now. Why did they treat me like this? I don’t know why I was cursed like this, but cursed I was. My family tried to stand by me, but it cost them dearly.
My father was a shoemaker, the best shoemaker in the county, and day by day his business dropped off. They would rather go to the next village than to deal with him. They didn’t even bother to make excuses, they were quite open as for the reason.
My mother was the village midwife, she was the only midwife within four hours of travel, yet they would rather do without than to call her. They were in fear that she might curse their babies merely by her presence.
It was at this point, that for their sake, I had to leave the village. Maybe once I was gone they might treat my family more kindly. As for myself, I did not care, I had become immune to the behaviour of the villagers. I had passed the point of being able to be hurt anymore.
Bright and early in the morning I said my tearful farewell to my family. One last hug and I set off, never once looking over my shoulders. There was nothing there for me anymore. My parents, I would only cause them more grief by staying and all my friends I had lost a long time ago.
All my worldly belongings were in a rucksack slung over my shoulders, that and the clothes I wore. My destination was the forest that lay just a days walk away towards the east. I was hoping to find peace there, away from any fellow humans.
That evening I camped on the outskirts of the forest for I was not foolish enough to venture within in the darkness. In the morning I would be able to find may way around and somewhere within there I would make my new home.
Well, I suppose that my story starts as most stories do, a long, long time ago. My life was pretty much ordinary. I lived in a small village and as a child was quite happy. I played with the other children of the village and had quite a few friends.
That all changed when I became a teenager. I contracted some sort of rare disease that changed my skin. Almost overnight my skin turned into something that resembled scales. My friends deserted me and no longer wanted to come near me. How cruel people can be, they called me all sorts of names. When I walked around in the village the little children ran away in fright.
I was still the same person on the inside. I still had the same hopes and fears. Still had the same dreams although I could see they would never happen now. Why did they treat me like this? I don’t know why I was cursed like this, but cursed I was. My family tried to stand by me, but it cost them dearly.
My father was a shoemaker, the best shoemaker in the county, and day by day his business dropped off. They would rather go to the next village than to deal with him. They didn’t even bother to make excuses, they were quite open as for the reason.
My mother was the village midwife, she was the only midwife within four hours of travel, yet they would rather do without than to call her. They were in fear that she might curse their babies merely by her presence.
It was at this point, that for their sake, I had to leave the village. Maybe once I was gone they might treat my family more kindly. As for myself, I did not care, I had become immune to the behaviour of the villagers. I had passed the point of being able to be hurt anymore.
Bright and early in the morning I said my tearful farewell to my family. One last hug and I set off, never once looking over my shoulders. There was nothing there for me anymore. My parents, I would only cause them more grief by staying and all my friends I had lost a long time ago.
All my worldly belongings were in a rucksack slung over my shoulders, that and the clothes I wore. My destination was the forest that lay just a days walk away towards the east. I was hoping to find peace there, away from any fellow humans.
That evening I camped on the outskirts of the forest for I was not foolish enough to venture within in the darkness. In the morning I would be able to find may way around and somewhere within there I would make my new home.
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Posted: Oct 2013
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This document was found in an earthenware jug buried in the dark woodsThe Truth About Hansel And Gretel (part 2of3)
At the break of dawn I set off into the forest. In places it was almost impassable and I had to fight my way through the undergrowth. The trees were so tall that I could not see the sky. I had no idea how far in or how long I had travelled when I came to a small clearing. It was only then that I could see the sun was already low on the horizon.
It was there that I decided to make my home. There was enough room to build a cottage and the soil seemed suitable for planting a garden. Here I could be self sufficient, away from humanity and their cruel taunts.
The first year was very hard. I had only a small axe and the rest of the tools I had to make by hand so that I could build my cottage, but slowly it went up, log by log. Mud was a good insulator for the cracks in the walls and the roof. It was hard work but when it was finished I was proud of my accomplishment.
It might not have looked the prettiest, but it was warm and dry and a refuge from the elements. In my eyes it had a certain charm, it was home.
During this hard year I had subsisted by trapping rabbits and by picking varies roots and berries. The few seeds that I had brought I planted and could now enjoy.
Life here in the forest was good. Now I had ample food for my needs and had even dug a cellar to store my excess. Any extra meat I dried and stored, this way it would keep forever.
I lived this way for a number of years. Forgotten was the cruel way I was treated in the village, here I had found peace and contentment. I thought that nothing could interfere with my life anymore.
One night I was sitting quietly in front of my fire when I heard strange noises outside. I had learned to ignore the noises of the forest but this was different. Next came a banging on the door. I had to see what it was. When I opened the door there stood two little children, a boy and a girl. I expected them to run away screaming but they just stood there with tears streaming down their faces.
“Please,” said the boy, “I am Hansel and my sister Gretel and I are lost. My father took us into the forest and just left us here. Please help us.”
What was I to do? Naturally I invited them in. what a mistake. I gave them food and water and even offered them my bed to sleep in for the night. They were so tired and worn out that I let them stay for a week to regain their strength.
I told them that when they were strong enough I would help them find their way home. On the eight day when I arose I found them gone. I searched the surrounding area but found no trace of them.
It was there that I decided to make my home. There was enough room to build a cottage and the soil seemed suitable for planting a garden. Here I could be self sufficient, away from humanity and their cruel taunts.
The first year was very hard. I had only a small axe and the rest of the tools I had to make by hand so that I could build my cottage, but slowly it went up, log by log. Mud was a good insulator for the cracks in the walls and the roof. It was hard work but when it was finished I was proud of my accomplishment.
It might not have looked the prettiest, but it was warm and dry and a refuge from the elements. In my eyes it had a certain charm, it was home.
During this hard year I had subsisted by trapping rabbits and by picking varies roots and berries. The few seeds that I had brought I planted and could now enjoy.
Life here in the forest was good. Now I had ample food for my needs and had even dug a cellar to store my excess. Any extra meat I dried and stored, this way it would keep forever.
I lived this way for a number of years. Forgotten was the cruel way I was treated in the village, here I had found peace and contentment. I thought that nothing could interfere with my life anymore.
One night I was sitting quietly in front of my fire when I heard strange noises outside. I had learned to ignore the noises of the forest but this was different. Next came a banging on the door. I had to see what it was. When I opened the door there stood two little children, a boy and a girl. I expected them to run away screaming but they just stood there with tears streaming down their faces.
“Please,” said the boy, “I am Hansel and my sister Gretel and I are lost. My father took us into the forest and just left us here. Please help us.”
What was I to do? Naturally I invited them in. what a mistake. I gave them food and water and even offered them my bed to sleep in for the night. They were so tired and worn out that I let them stay for a week to regain their strength.
I told them that when they were strong enough I would help them find their way home. On the eight day when I arose I found them gone. I searched the surrounding area but found no trace of them.
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Posted: Oct 2013
Post CommentThe Truth About Hansel And Gretel (part 3of3)
It was a few days later that I heard a lot of raised voices. My home was surrounded by a mob of angry men shouting obscenities at me.
They called me an evil old witch. Claimed that I had tried to eat their children. Right there, in the middle of them, was Hansel and Gretel egging them on.
“She tried to cook us,” shouted Gretel, “the dirty old witch. She said we were going to be her dinner.”
“We would have been,” added Hansel, “if we hadn’t escaped.”
I did not know what to say, not that they would listen anyway. I feared for my life. I had shown only kindness to these children and this was the result.
“Burn her, burn her, burn the witch,” the chant went up.
Now I knew I was really in trouble. They tried to get into the cottage but I had built it too sturdy. They had gathered faggots which they set alight and threw at my home. It did not take long before my home was ablaze.
The only hope I had was to go down into the cellar. Luckily there was a vent where I could get fresh air whilst my home burned to the ground. I stayed there for hours hoping that they would not find me.
It must have been the next day when I dug my way out of the cellar. There was nothing left of my home, nothing left of my life. There was nothing even to salvage.
I packed what little food from the cellar was suitable for travelling. With heavy heart I set off to I knew not where. I could only go deeper into the forest and hope that they thought I was dead.
I know how the story has been told. Hansel and Gretel are made out to be the poor innocents when in reality they are evil children. It is no wonder their father had left them in the forest, hoping to be rid of them.
Just because of a medical condition that makes me look unpleasant I have been victimised all my life. I can only pray that this sets the record straight and exonerates me. Edwina Rose Callista Ashwood.
They called me an evil old witch. Claimed that I had tried to eat their children. Right there, in the middle of them, was Hansel and Gretel egging them on.
“She tried to cook us,” shouted Gretel, “the dirty old witch. She said we were going to be her dinner.”
“We would have been,” added Hansel, “if we hadn’t escaped.”
I did not know what to say, not that they would listen anyway. I feared for my life. I had shown only kindness to these children and this was the result.
“Burn her, burn her, burn the witch,” the chant went up.
Now I knew I was really in trouble. They tried to get into the cottage but I had built it too sturdy. They had gathered faggots which they set alight and threw at my home. It did not take long before my home was ablaze.
The only hope I had was to go down into the cellar. Luckily there was a vent where I could get fresh air whilst my home burned to the ground. I stayed there for hours hoping that they would not find me.
It must have been the next day when I dug my way out of the cellar. There was nothing left of my home, nothing left of my life. There was nothing even to salvage.
I packed what little food from the cellar was suitable for travelling. With heavy heart I set off to I knew not where. I could only go deeper into the forest and hope that they thought I was dead.
I know how the story has been told. Hansel and Gretel are made out to be the poor innocents when in reality they are evil children. It is no wonder their father had left them in the forest, hoping to be rid of them.
Just because of a medical condition that makes me look unpleasant I have been victimised all my life. I can only pray that this sets the record straight and exonerates me. Edwina Rose Callista Ashwood.
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Posted: Oct 2013
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The Space Traveller (for dark horse)
One day Liam was out strolling
when down came a space ship
frightened he saw the door open
and out quite casually strolled
His old feathered friend the duck
"sit down and listen" my irish friend
"I have been to space visited the moon
and spoke to the man who dwells there."
"On we went to Jupiter, Mars and Pluto
passed through the Milky Way and Plough
Then I thought Liam should be here too
jump aboard and we will fly the universe."
With fear in his heart Liam joined duck
strapped in he stared in awe and wonder
as in seconds they were circling Saturn
"Look ahead", said duck, "There is frog"
A very merry reunion was had by them all
Liam scratched his head "I can not trust
the two of you out of my sight. "Fairy
tale animals you are supposed to be."
Not space travellers. Frog said quite
logically. "I can not find a princess
on earth to kiss so I can be a prince
up here who knows the sky's the limit."
Duck joined in "I can fly around earth,
up here I am completely free and weightless
and up here I have the power of speech"
Liam thought and said, "I agree lets stay"
Liam has been writing about duck for
some time joined by frog in fishnet tights
I kid you not. Time they went universal.
when down came a space ship
frightened he saw the door open
and out quite casually strolled
His old feathered friend the duck
"sit down and listen" my irish friend
"I have been to space visited the moon
and spoke to the man who dwells there."
"On we went to Jupiter, Mars and Pluto
passed through the Milky Way and Plough
Then I thought Liam should be here too
jump aboard and we will fly the universe."
With fear in his heart Liam joined duck
strapped in he stared in awe and wonder
as in seconds they were circling Saturn
"Look ahead", said duck, "There is frog"
A very merry reunion was had by them all
Liam scratched his head "I can not trust
the two of you out of my sight. "Fairy
tale animals you are supposed to be."
Not space travellers. Frog said quite
logically. "I can not find a princess
on earth to kiss so I can be a prince
up here who knows the sky's the limit."
Duck joined in "I can fly around earth,
up here I am completely free and weightless
and up here I have the power of speech"
Liam thought and said, "I agree lets stay"
Liam has been writing about duck for
some time joined by frog in fishnet tights
I kid you not. Time they went universal.
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Posted: Oct 2013
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MoonDance
I was alone in my room,
Heard someone tap on my window,
Hey Jack quickly let's go my friend said,
I must be daft because I left with her.
Holding hands we arrived at the beach,
Waves catching our feet as we reach,
A cloud was blocking our sight,
And when it passed,we were awe.
The pull by the moon was magnetic,
It's cool aura washing down my face.
I smile like i never done before,
Without my sight I could feel it's beautiful.
We both splash into the waters,
A faint voice coming from behind us ,
A tug and hug from her and then she was gone,
Just as my mum rush to my side and hugged.
Honey why did You come here all by yourself?
You could have been swept away by the tide.
Did she not see that I was not alone?
A thousand questions played my mind as we walk back home .
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Posted: Oct 2013
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A blind boy with his momMoved into a new town
On a Full moon
An adventure begins
While his mom at work
He found a friend
To do normal things
Like a normal kid
But his friend is a ghost ......
The sea
I am here
Standing amongst the sand
Enjoying the inanimate touch
My mind on everything and nothing
Seashells glisten temptingly to be plucked
All other bodies are surreal
Like figurines
Strategically placed
They have no purpose
Other than to take up space
A soft breeze flows along my thoughts
My senses keen
To the air wiping them clean
Serene as this may seem
I feel a threatening onslaught
My eyes become frantic
Finding that which has become ominous
I do a scan of the sand
The seashells look bland
Bodies disappear in a blink
My mind can no longer think
Fear rips through my insides
As I realize something is keeping me in
Walls of glass precariously glaring
Acquainting me
With my lack of escape
Reluctantly my gaze wanders
To the salty behemoth
That has begun a beastly chase
My eyes watch in horror
At his astronomic rise
I know he shall be my demise
I run
The sand an endless dessert
The glass shimmering its evil smile.
Behind me I feel the beast growing
Sucking in all that is alive
No matter how fast I run
I cannot seem to gain a mile
It grows in power and strength
Building higher and higher
Breaking records with his substantial size
My heart is pounding
My legs racing
And still he is gaining
I close my eyes
Pumping harder
My face wet
With salty water
Although I cannot see
I hear his roaring gurgling power
My mind is spinning
I stop my sprinting
And turn to him begging
It is then that I awaken
Standing amongst the sand
Enjoying the inanimate touch
My mind on everything and nothing
Seashells glisten temptingly to be plucked
All other bodies are surreal
Like figurines
Strategically placed
They have no purpose
Other than to take up space
A soft breeze flows along my thoughts
My senses keen
To the air wiping them clean
Serene as this may seem
I feel a threatening onslaught
My eyes become frantic
Finding that which has become ominous
I do a scan of the sand
The seashells look bland
Bodies disappear in a blink
My mind can no longer think
Fear rips through my insides
As I realize something is keeping me in
Walls of glass precariously glaring
Acquainting me
With my lack of escape
Reluctantly my gaze wanders
To the salty behemoth
That has begun a beastly chase
My eyes watch in horror
At his astronomic rise
I know he shall be my demise
I run
The sand an endless dessert
The glass shimmering its evil smile.
Behind me I feel the beast growing
Sucking in all that is alive
No matter how fast I run
I cannot seem to gain a mile
It grows in power and strength
Building higher and higher
Breaking records with his substantial size
My heart is pounding
My legs racing
And still he is gaining
I close my eyes
Pumping harder
My face wet
With salty water
Although I cannot see
I hear his roaring gurgling power
My mind is spinning
I stop my sprinting
And turn to him begging
It is then that I awaken
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Posted: Oct 2013
Post Commenttrick or treet
Dressed in costumes
Ready to play trick or treet
Some wear black witches outfits some dressed as pumkins
Some ghosts
With goblins
With there trick and their treets and buckets
They knock on unwanted doors
They shout trick or treet doors open eyes peer out
What you want go away not tonight
Trick for you misses
A nasty spder through your letter box
With glee and delight
The next door they knock
Through the letter box the owners peek
Mmm a squirt of toothpaste for you misses
Onto the next door they knock
Mmm a ginnie does pop out he belows what you want
They all shout wishes we want
Mmm says the ginnie ok
What's you 1 st wish they all shout candy and lemonade
Wish no 2 we want to go to disney world
Wish no 3the ginnie belows out loud
To fightend to ask for more they start to move a way
The ginne laughs out loud don't go away I'll make you wish come true
Lots of money and toys and posh holidays the kids scream gennie belows trick for you hehe
Ready to play trick or treet
Some wear black witches outfits some dressed as pumkins
Some ghosts
With goblins
With there trick and their treets and buckets
They knock on unwanted doors
They shout trick or treet doors open eyes peer out
What you want go away not tonight
Trick for you misses
A nasty spder through your letter box
With glee and delight
The next door they knock
Through the letter box the owners peek
Mmm a squirt of toothpaste for you misses
Onto the next door they knock
Mmm a ginnie does pop out he belows what you want
They all shout wishes we want
Mmm says the ginnie ok
What's you 1 st wish they all shout candy and lemonade
Wish no 2 we want to go to disney world
Wish no 3the ginnie belows out loud
To fightend to ask for more they start to move a way
The ginne laughs out loud don't go away I'll make you wish come true
Lots of money and toys and posh holidays the kids scream gennie belows trick for you hehe
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Posted: Oct 2013
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