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hello all,
one of my homework assignments was to incorperate some other aspects of interests of life into a magic effect.
through a story or patter involving something I do other than magic or what ever creative way we could come up
with to add meaning to an effect. I decided to use poetry as this was my first love. I thought I'd share my outcome
with the good people here, hopefully to serve as inspiration for new ideas.

I'd like to tell you all a story, if you'll listen close to me
how anything can happen, how anything can be.
I've been searching for this answer, since the days of my youth
How to do what can't be done, and make it be the truth.
The answer I discovered, and you'll find it to be true,
that magic does exist, it's in every one of you.
If you'll believe in the impossible, and how it makes you feel
If you'll believe in magic, then magic will be real.
nothing is impossibe, believe this of yourself
this knowledge leads to power, and power leads to wealth.
So as you plan your life, and think what you could do
know that anything is possible, and magic proves it's true.
Pray for help and guidance, and you'll have a great reward
for all things are possible, to them that love the Lord.
(matthew chapter17vs20)

this is my personal writing that I would use around people I know that are of the same faith.A close circle of friends that wouldn't take
offense to the religious reference being made here. in a unknown audience it would end at the magic proves it's true line.
I haven't worked out what effects to put with this yet or even if I'll be able to effectively with the timing and such, we'll see comments welcome thanks for reading..May your everyday be Magical

I now feel deeply moved..

I'm not offended but I would leave out the last line. And on my first reading a rope routine of some sort comes to mind.

Overall well done.

thanks for the comment like I said "in a unknown audience it would end at the magic proves it's true line." I think that starting with a rope routine is a great idea for this thank you! I suppose since this is mostly an unknown audience, I should of left out the last line here too, anyway that was the original it could be used with gospel magic or just omit the last two lines.

I'm not sure if this would interest you, but here is a gambling themed poem by one of my favourite magicians Martin A. Nash.
There is a video of him reading this on one of his DVDs.

“The Loser
A dim light flickered above his head,
Sheets are rumpled on the bed,
A deck of cards clutched in his hand,
He was the best damn cheat in the whole damn land,
He would practice dealing both day and night,
Learned every move and every sleight,
Seconds, centers, bottoms, Greeks,
Gamblers cops, and gamblers peeks.
Never had a family, never had a wife
For the way of the cheat is a lonely life.
As he would silently sneak from town to town,
Seek out the marks, then take them down.
Now another player has joined the game.
Can’t see his face, doesn’t know his name,
But it’s Father Time, and he’s out to win,
As he makes hands grow stiff, and the eyes grow dim.
The cheat reflects on his checkered past,
His time is coming he cannot last,
No longer deal the cards that win,
And Father Time sits back with a twisted grin.
Now he’s spent every nickel, squandered every dime,
So he must play the game just one more time.
He tries a second; it’s just not there.
He grabs a bottom, and just grabs air.
Now where can he go, where can he run?
The game is over, his deal is done.
So he gently lies down on the bed,
And puts a forty-five up to his head.
A dim light flickered, and then went out.

Martin A. Nash June 96″



As for your poem... I don't know enough about poetry to offer a critique, but I enjoyed reading it. I like that it is biographical, about your experiences with magic but then relating it to the listeners.
Certainly keep the last line if that's how you feel. It's your poem, and I would have though that poetry is about expressing yourself.

I like it alot thanks much

another new original done with heavy irish accent

when I was a young boy, just a wee little lad
I learned me some card tricks, to impress me Dad.
I'd be cuttin' the cards, at just the right places,
I'd always be cuttin' em. right to the aces.
He said that's a fine trick, it's really not bad,
but you'll have to do better, to impress your Dad.
So I pulled out me coins, and showed I had many,
then changed a chosen nickel, into a bright shiny penny.
He said that's a fine trick, I'm proud of ya lad,
Is that the best trick, you have for your Dad?
I said that it's not, there's another I do,
I been saving it up, especially for you.
I presented more coins, and he chose anudder,
then I chose one, and so did my brudder.
We each signed our names, across our coins back,
so there'd be no switchin', or nuttin' like that.
Then I placed Dads down, under an overturned glass,
to be joined by one of ours, no way could one pass.
then in an instant, with no cover at all,
brudders coin fell inside, and Dad saw it fall.
but there were no holes, not one in this glass.
solid through solid it, shouldn't have passed.
He said now you've done it, I'm really impressed,
when it comes to magic, you are the best.
my job was not over, my mission undone,
it will be even harder, to fool me Mum.
She is so keen, and she is so clever,
to get one past her, will be an endeavor.
what one shall I do, I thought very hard,
and then I asked her, to please pick a card.
had her then sign her name, across her cards face,
and return it to the deck, in a random place.
I then shuffled the cards, and shuffled them good,
I mixed them up thorough, like anyone would.
I then reached in my pocket, and pulled out a box,
it was sealed up real tight, with several locks.
I asked for a favor, and said would you please,
just open this box, and I gave her the keys.
inside the locked box, her signed card was then found,
and her bottom jaw, nearly dropped to the ground.
Now I had done it, I passed me own test,
I pleased both me parents, and that was the best!