P.S. Awtry Poet Rhyme

Ghosthunters' Game

We've overheard some learn-ed men
dismiss as myth evil and sin.
Of Hell and grave they have no fear,
explaining all there is is here.

Yet those from ages long ago
believed that things weren’t just quite so.

Priests and seers, shamans and all
calmed many souls cursed in the Fall
with spells, charms, and often praying,
through prophecies or soothsaying.

Still every tongue that man can speak
has words that make his heart grow weak.

For modern prophet know-it-alls,
PhD’s behind ivy walls,
when they scream out, “Who’s there?” in fear,
We whisper, “Ideomotor” in their ear.




Ghosthunters and Spriritualists Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
Date:  10/6/2018
2nd place

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Line Gauthier October 14, 2018 at 1:55 PM Well penned. Congrats on your podium finish, PS. P.S. Awtry October 14, 2018 at 2:44 PM Thank you so much!

Wren Rushing October 13, 2018 at 11:27 AM Congrats on win! P.S. I told you, I think. P.S. Awtry October 13, 2018 at 12:29 PM Yes, you did. Thank you

Gary Smith October 13, 2018 at 6:12 AM Much enjoyed P.S, congrats :) P.S. Awtry October 13, 2018 at 8:09 AM o good! thank you :)

Jesse Rowe October 12, 2018 at 8:22 PM This is such a clever and witty response to the idiomotor challenge. Loved the ending lines. P.S. Awtry October 12, 2018 at 8:58 PM Thank you :)

Wren Rushing October 6, 2018 at 8:35 PM P.s. very clever poem. Good luck in the contest! P.S. Awtry October 13, 2018 at 8:10 AM thank you Wren for the luck :)