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My Evil Demon



There's an evil demon lurking On the edges of my soul I try my best to push him off He's stubborn, very bold He tries to sway my thinking And how I look at things I tell him, “Take a hike! Get lost, you ding-a-ling!” He never seems to listen He insists on causing trouble It's his role he always says I'm about to burst his bubble Demons don't tell me what to do Don't need these guys to coach My standards are extremely high My actions beyond reproach There's an evil demon lurking On the edges of my soul But this here dude's not worried I'm the guy that's in control! © Jack Ellison 2012


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The Day the Boys Set Out to Fly

Larry was the oldest,  seemed every day he grew 
Bubbling with mischief,   like a cackling witches brew 
At the time just  10  or so,  but that’s a long way back 
Humorously independent,    the joker of his pack. 
And then came Jan,   smiling face of missing teeth
Radiating   freckles,  a  tomboy underneath  
Followed by little Davey,  and his demon  dog named  Stiff
Really good at misbehaving,  or some real mischief. 

There are potent spells a witch can cast, riding on her broom
Sorcerers tricks from ages past, weaving trickery  on her loom 
To ferment a brew with some illusion, and  a spell or two
With spirit salts and then confusion,  to make her schemes come true 

Johnny was the toddler,  did pretty much as told
Shook his rattle,  sucked his thumb, let his world unfold 
So that’s team, the whole groundcrew,  dynamic  young and bold   
With dreams and schemes of their machines, something to behold
 With sticks and gum  and elastic bands,  a runway made of tiles, 
Perched upon the old shed roof,  it could be seen for miles 
Gleaming in the evening sun ,  the plane was quite a feat
A firecracker in an  upturned pail, as an ejector seat
 
A barnyard roof may not seem high,  20 feet I’d guess, 
The main thing was to make dad proud, something to impress
But to the boys quite high enough,  for their first flight test
To  act like men by doing good,  and sticking to their quest.
The plane was much too hard to move, even with all  three trying  
They ignored the pilots grumblings,  leaving Johnny close to crying  
What it really needed was a magic wand, the ones that sorcerers use,
One with proper magic powers,    that could also light the fuse. 

One more shove is all we’ll need,  lets give it one more try 
I’m guessing theres  trick to  this,  to making this  thingfly.
Then Abracadabra  he had the thought,    that used a pole and levers.
Come on now,  You’ll all be proud, we’ll show them non-believers
See it’s already at the edge,  nothing can stop us now.
But as the plane started to tilt, sweat  on the pilot’s brow
Litltle Johnny  started to sob, and could not hold back his tears,
And within the nearby kitchen, the cry fell on someone’s ears, 

What wicked spells a witch can cast, as she rides apon her broom
Using evil tricks from ages past, and illusions weaved by loom 
But that’s no match for a prairie  mother, running with a scream 
With terror in her eyes,  to end an evil scheme. 


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Sir Archibald and the Black Knight - Part 1

Let me sing you a tale, a story of old,
Of a man without fear, of a knight brave and bold,
He sought out adventures, whenever they called,
And the name of this knight was Sir Archibald.

Whilst out riding his horse, a steed of great power,
He saw in the distance a creepy old tower,
At the top of this tower lived a pretty young maid,
Who was cold and was lonely and longed to be saved.

“Oh Sir Archibald, won’t you please rescue me?
I’m stuck in this tower and there’s nowt on TV.
I’m forced to stay in here, and wash all these socks,
While the evil Black Knight holds the keys to the locks.”

Sir Archibald loved the maiden so fair,
With her glittering eyes and her long golden hair.
“Of course I will save you!” was the knight’s brave reply,
“Or at least I shall give it a jolly good try!”

Sir Archie rode onwards, as fast as he could,
Until he came to the edge of the wood,
And there stood before him a terrible sight,
The tall, strong and mighty, the evil Black Knight.

The Black Knight was massive, someone to be feared,
With a scar on his face and a huge tatty beard,
Our villain’s description is only complete,
When we mention his dark eyes and big smelly feet.

“What do you want?!” called he with the big booming voice,
Of a man you’d avoid if were given the choice,
“You’ve got a young girl there, who you must set free.
Let her go now, or else answer to me!”


Details | Limerick | |

The Joker 1

(Limerick) Batman and Robin sped to their car But the Joker outran them by far Joker got in it But he didn't fit Then yelled" Guess have to throw my guitar!" Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 09.16.2014


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An air raid

Even an invader's air raid
can be, as we're told, for aid.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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An anti-Semite

For a Semite a mite 
is an anti-Semite.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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The Mind

The mind holds terrible things
We wish no one could see
It tells a flattering story
As flattering as can be
Deep dark secrets fulfill
This space of air
When we think we are loved
The mind says; I don’t care

In this empty space we
Somehow call our minds
Deceive a person’s heart
And somehow keeps them blind
We will never know
 The inner thought
Buried deep within
In a selfish twisted mind
That somehow has no end

In a quiet place is when
The mind works best
It always distinguish itself
From the boundaries 
Of all the rest
It sees things that ordinarily
Shouldn't be
It feeds on overload and
And why, we cannot see

You thought lies, envy, jealously
Always come from the heart
It always starts in the mind
The utter most selfish part
There are two things in life
You will never ever know
How the mind functions and
And how evil in the heart grow

You would be surprise all
The things the mind occupy
And all the dark evil to
The heart it can supply
It buries things you simply
Would never and cannot see
It’s like a silent hill and
A hundred year old tree
So never underestimate
 The power of the mind
It somehow brings out
The worst in all man kind




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Hear No Evil

This Is Inspired by the joke posted by
"The Incomparable Mystic Rose."
She is a MUST read for All Souper's
Love that sense of humor Rose and Thanks


Mrs. McGuire concerned as she was
Always the proper lass
Went to see Dr. McGee
Hoping to stop passing gas
She explained, it always was silent
and odorless she was quite sure
In fact, she had passed gas
Several times since she came through his door
McGee scratched his head and then nodded
Then handed her, a bottles of pills
Take these and come back in a week
For now this will handle your ills
When McGuire returned to the Doctor's
And ask what was wrong with the pills
For although her gas was still silent
It stunk as high as the hills
McGee looked up at her sternly
But his voice was soft and endearing
Now that we've cleared up your sinus
We will go to work on your hearing


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The Halloween Evil Witches

The witches are brewing you know something,
And from all over the world they're coming
As they're as happy as they can really just be
This is their favorite night, and they can do anything.

They're brewing for you double and double trouble,
With magical potions, bat wings and lizards to gobble
They're casting for you more and more double disaster,
As they all mix their potions and chant to their DarkMaster!


Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2014

September.13.2014