Best Brew Poems

Three busy witches stood stirring a stew
Cauldron filled with freaky things for a brew
Each Halloween they made
soup in their escapade
Adding ingredients to a brown roux

Jan, of course, as she always wants to do
added a bouquet garni of fresh poo
She said, "It's for flavour!
A taste that...

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There once was a friend of mine,
Who was famed for making wine.
Her visits were great,
As she brought a crate -
But I lost a week each time.


For Francine's Bottle of Wine contest, written 17th June...

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'Twas long before a Shakespeare play was quilled,
the fifth and sixth of deadly sins would prey
then dance with pride as innocence was spilled
upon the pyre where dastard evil plays.
The wicked toil around their witch's brew
of lies perceived as truths among their ilk
to spill the sloppy...

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A storm is brewing
 Yet there is an eerie calm
 skies are blue and the weather warm
 There isn't much of a breeze
 And even the trees seem at ease

 But this is just the calm
 before the storm
 An illusion of deceitful charm 
...

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The witches West of Wichita
Have gathered for the night.
Darkness is upon them, yet,
The moon is shining bright.

Hanging perfect in the blackness
Of the still October sky,
Casting shadows of a feline,
Her back is arching high.

A scream that breaks the silence
Of the stillness in the air,
Sends chills through...

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Halloween is dead without witches brew,
carefully conjured up to make the best stew.

Adding only the finest components,
making sure of its exact exponents.

No substitution is ever allowed,
a solemn oath all witches have vowed.

Steep slowly over the hottest coal,
the makings of the best mortal soul.

Check the brain...

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Outside, there is a small trail
and  six steps 
separating me from those that pass on by,

Impossible, to hide, behind my ruby house coat
and synthetic flavoured...  
bitterly savoured, morning coffee

An old man walks by,
paced, in slow - rhythmic strides
in order to balance three bags
his...

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The third Monday of January is often referred to as 'Blue Monday'.


Christmas is over
decorations packed away ~
all rooms lack sparkle


I step on the scales
new year resolution failed ~
I must have candy


huge bills now arrived
Christmas overspend ~
depression hits hard


bad weather’s forecast
rain clouds and dull dreary days...

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Her jack-o-lanterns flicker in the room
Bringing that eerie feel to those who look
The witch cackles as she stirs her cauldron
An evil brew which inside looks like gook

The smell is terrible, she laughs with glee
She knows what this potion can surely bring
A curse to an entire...

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A Home Brew Fiasco

My lips were parched, my tongue on fire
another shot I did so very much desire
Thank my pappy for this kicking home brew
O' Lord, how to make it, if only I knew!

Sun was about set into its rosy red glow
three hills over was...

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It brews

With the first arc of the sunlight
That lifts the sweltering night

It brews

Without a single cloud to offer comfort
The thick still air 
Only grows heavier
A weight you can see on the leaves of the trees
As they fold to the oppression
Hot like a wet tea bag
A...

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Trick or treat they always  would  say
Ghosts and goblins come out to play
Roaming the streets they haunt the night
Looking for  sweets they taunt with fright
As ghoulish shadows come your way


Werewolves growl,  at the moon they bay
  Bats prowl the sky,...

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Brew away sadness
stir it slow
Trees began to climb...

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Why is that when you look at me, 
you see my skin, 
why is it that every time I look at the tv,
its the same bland people.
What ever happened
to a variety?
Hasn't anyone 
seen a basket of fruit?
How do I live in a society 
that isn't...

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It was dead on arrival,
no chance of survival,
the tiny brown mouse.
She did it again,
my cat gifting friend,
at least it's not loose in the house..
Be it mouse or shrew,
would make a potent rodent stew, but
not so appealing to me.
Stir it until  blue,
and put it in...

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