Me and Erso

 I walk into the big show

My calf all ready to go

Brothers gave her one last blow

I walk in, judge says hello

Will I win? I just don’t know

Mouth in a smile, eyes aglow

We stand ready for the slap

People clap, me and Erso

~Cass

The History of Magic/ Strolling With the Moon

 HELLO to ALL

I HAVE RETURNED~~

Sorry for the once again lateness I was yet again traveling the world to wonders never before seen by teh human eyes- aka I got to go on a road trip to see one of my close relatives. :) 

So anyways since I have already used my short time limit up, I want to get this up a bit fast. Hopefully next time I can take the time to write one more story before my blogging days come to an end. It has been great to story with whomever, whoever, or whatever reads my rambles. So without further ado let me tell you about the history of magic, and things you must know when strolling with the moon...

The (short) History of Magic

A hopefully short-ish history of magic (A

Read again and again through stories told and re-told (B

Forevermore learning beyond knowledge unknown (C

To men and women across the world (D

As tales are woven into curious minds (E

Slowly gaining more aspect of dichotomous perceptions of reflections (F

Peculiar minds sparking questions of stories unknown C

Soon to be spread to beings across the world D

Tipping barriers between fictional and real, factual and magic A

Continuously questioning true intentions of rulers reflections F

As slowly yet surely each perspective changes from mind to mind E

Opening possibilities as each new story will soon be foretold B

As beings realize the truth behind their knowledge, no-one minds- E

Accepting the new advancements of the soon to be less unknown C

Working through wonders never familiar to the world D

Hoping wholeheartedly throughout the word would be re-told B

So it reached each new person with never seen before reflections F

Bursting and bubbling with each new understanding of beautiful magic A

Time continues on and more understand what is at stake for the world D

Realizing without the wonders no stories could be told B

Imaginations would be bleak, minds- E

Put to rest- upon altars of monotonous, stone reflections F

So each person forgets the weird and wonderful, mystic and magic A

Until finally our history becomes unknown C

Then up from the depths sprouts a seed, crammed with knowledge to be re-told (B

Though, no being realizes this knowledge form the old world (D

It’s been gone so long the stories have become unknown (C

So at last we grasp onto innocent, old reflections( F

Thinking this fact we talk about is just a fantasy- just magic (A

So we hire incredible storytellers to break this knowledge into the starving minds (E

Years fly by and people start to see truer reflections (F

Even if they are weary of these tellers intentions- as each being sorts their way through minds (E

Listening wildly as tales are told (B

People once again start to question the absolutely unknown (C

Continuously finding a new world (D

This world is false- in one’s imaginations but at least it's stayed unfaded-magic (A

Soon enough only young minds choose to see the purest reflections (EF

Of what was truly real- as parents tell stories of mystical creatures unknown (BC

Listening, with wondrous belief about their own “fantasy world” until one day society dims their belief of

miraculous magic (DA

Strolling with the moon

Mindless melding magic’s moons

Singing sweet so silence swoons

Dancing daintily down dunes

Bellowing bouquets of boon

Jumping joyously in June 

Knowing needs near never’s noons

Finding fixtures for fawned fools

Peculiar placed pools plead “poons”

Bouquets- an expression of approval or compliment

Boon- a thing that is helpful or beneficial

Poon- a person who is simple and foolish

Well, I hope you enjoyed this shortish- yet slightly confusing bit of wonder. I quite liked writing these this year and I hope down the line I can look back and smile at these tidbits of fascination! Well, my time has come to once again leave! So as always, dear readers(who have stuck around until the end notes) , stay magical!!

~Ms. Magic~

Dance Practice

 Dance practice

Practice my favorite dance

I find myself in a trance

Tells a story of romance

Here I go taking the chance

Just hook by taking one glance

 People stopping in a stance

My passion has no end

 body bends to dance again

-E.T

Cyrch a Chwta Poem

 I sit up, pushed off the sheet

“It’s time for something to eat”

They are made of mostly wheat

Tapping my foot to the beat

Walking down the cracked stone street

I arrive and take a seat

The shiny plate slides by

The plate with circular sides 

-Alli

Walks on the Beach

The beach is my happy place

It saves me without a trace.

It takes me to outer space

Reminding me of sweet grace.

I look around to embrace

The life around me in case

It turns to a memory

With treasury from my face.

By: Essie

Dance feeling

 

Practice my favorite dance

I find myself in a trance

Tells a story of romance

Here I go taking the chance

Just hook by taking one glance

 People stopping in a stance

My passion has no end

 body bends to dance again

- E.T.

The Winning Pass

A wave rushes over me

As we stand there patiently.

Watching the football fly free.

Pom-poms shaking constantly.

In the endzone, we see the

Winning opportunity.

As he catches that thrown ball,

We stand tall in victory.

-S. Weenie

Music

All music is beautiful

The song choice which you control

Smooth rhythms to go with soul

Rough rock to go with that roll

There’s a playlist to get swole

One for an evening stroll

Music is a form of art

Listen ‘till your heart is full

 - A Desperate Man Who Forgot To Blog

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Money

Walking through woods freezing cold,

Expecting trees, but BEHOLD!

Stumbling along some gold

At last, cash in my billfold.

To college, I´ll be enrolled,

My financial debts controlled.

All the dollar bills on earth,

This was so worth being bold.

~G.E.S.

Time

What is it like to watch it

Like a summer night, moonlit

To what end is benefit

Mortality is unfit

Only to remain sunlit

The is sun setting, moon lit

Hold your breath now count to ten

That’s it then, how nice a fit

~ Yours Truly

Cyrch a Chwta

Limited days together

And nights soft as a feather

Disappear into ether.

Happiness and warm weather

Cloud around in the nether

Calming like supple leather.

Emotions: hopeless, lonely

Are the only- together.