Best Cauldron Poems
It's so cold in this cauldron of sadness.
I'm drowning in a cesspit of darkness.
When will it rain to wash these sorrows free?
Before wicked waves drown me in the sea.
Emotions naked like an Autumn tree,
yearn to taste warm nectar from the queen bee.
Stubbornly silent, buried in past pride,
content to remain, till the soul has died.
Hollow heart hungers for a soothing voice,
so this solemn soul can dance in rejoice.
Bitter silence leads to further despair,
no words are left for this bond to repair.
Tears flow like floods, creating an ocean,
immersed, life flashes by in slow motion.
Silent One
Simple sonnet musings
15 December 2017
Jealous are my delusions;
demons possessive and breathing
with persistence personified — myself
in woes and throes of sorrow
seeing not so much as a sky-high tender tea light
through the crocheted canvas of darkness
even as your searchlight searches in vain
for a flash amidst the chop of frothy broken crests
it grows ever dimmer
across iceberg seas addicted to soundless sadness
smile’s slain, a face frostbitten;
even while I vow to thaw icy veins
destined to be drained
if the sun should someday stir the cauldron…
I secretly seize the freeze
for I cannot abstain
from the dark matter of my mind
Susan Ashley
August 17, 2019
Many brazen men have
failed to win her sanctity;
shouting foolish taunts
to vex The Fays of Chastity.
How eager they are
to gnash and gnaw
the bones of
The Strange-Very Strange,
and how willing they are to wager
away precious wit and whim
to win a prophetic poet bride
for the musing of Taliesin.
.
for my beautiful Mary Kate
Bubble and double, trouble and toil;
Smell the kettle as it starts to boil.
Rack-ety frack-ety, goopity-goop;
The witch stirs in liver, a toad, and some poop!
Rock-ety pock-ety, zim zam zoom zot;
Eyeballs, spaghetti go into the pot.
Tweed-lee dum-did-dee bake me a cake;
In goes a waffle, a yoyo, a snake.
The brew's almost ready and soon we will see
What the final ingredient is going to be.
Abracadabra and bib-bi-di-boo,
The final ingredient is (he-he-he) YOU!
The cauldron bubbles
With blackest of black
Boiling over the rim
Thick and tar-like liquid
As putrid fumes fill the air
It gags you, chokes you
Making you wonder
What is IN that
And you look around to find
A rotted, termite infested shelf
Coated with years of dust
Webs spun by spiders long gone
One jar is labeled: Serpent tongues
Cunning and slithering
With lies, deceit, lashing words
Next to it sits a tin canister
Curiosity gets the best of you
So you pull off the lid to find
Bulging, gluttonous leeches
Eager to suck out the life
To drain you dry until discarded
Until you are no longer any use
A wooden box sits waiting
The lid creaks open revealing
Black, shriveled, petrified hearts
Formed by spite and hatred
Rattling inside a can
Are enormous troll teeth
Rotten and black from years
Of ripping and gnawing of flesh
In a sack there seems to be marbles
But inside you find owl eyes
Harden from all the scrutiny
All the harsh, critical glares
Stunned, it hits you and you realize
These are boiling in the cauldron
What makes up the blackness, the smell
And on a gnarled table
Scarred and weathered
From years of hosting
Is a bowl waiting to be filled
For the brim to touch my lips
And the thick liquid to trickle
Down the back of my throat
Invading my body
To spread throughout
Wreaking havoc and devouring
Everything it touches
Until I am the blackness
Until I am the host
Of this vicious venom
To spread the infectious disease
Fear of this driving me
I grab the large pot
Searing the flesh of my palms
And push with everything in me
Until it topples over
Spilling out onto the floorboards
Seeping into the cracks
To never fill another bowl
To never be consumed
To never inhabit another
To never take over me
the Devil’s Cauldron
admire the untamed whirlpool
feel closer to god
*A local natural whirlpool named the Devil's Cauldron
Love had been illusive and then I had the notion
to dive right into a cauldron of magic potion.
Its scent rather exotic, its color, something to dread
I swam, hoping a lover would be drawn to my bed
I took a gulp in hopes its magic would work quicker
Maybe I would catch the eye of the new town vicar.
I closed my eyes and thought of a very handsome man
but when I opened them, the only one I saw was Stan.
He couldn't possibly be the answer to my love quest!
He's not exactly the kind of guy I want at my love fest.
He'd never spoken a word to me and hardly had any hair
I dived deeper, hoping he hadn't seen me swimming there.
Perhaps the potion is too old to work its romantic magic.
Another failed attempt to find love. Sigh... life is tragic.
I was climbing out and noticed my skin wrinkled like a prune,
dried off with a towel and heard someone singing a tune.
It was a male's voice crooning, 'I'm in the mood for love....'
and quickly, I said a little prayer, offered to Heaven above
A well-dressed man walked up to me and said, "Hello, miss."
I looked intently at his smiling lips, anticipating a sweet kiss.
I couldn't find a word to speak. I just stood there like a mute.
Oh, how embarrassing it was because this guy was so cute.
"Have you been testing the potency of my new love potion?
We could go for a swim together, if you have the same notion."
I nodded as he took my hand and once again, I dived right in.
The water was warm but there were goosebumps on my skin.
I finally found my voice and we talked on and on for hours.
I can't deny the cauldron's love potion had magical powers.
A witch is a witch, which cannot be switched,
No change can arrange, forever stay strange.
All lies to the eyes, empty dark skies,
Don’t trust, it will rust and end in disgust.
A disease that will please, fill happiness with ease,
Look past just as fast as you are looked past.
Those lips sink ships, sending hearts to the crypt,
I find that you’re blind, no time left to unwind.
A lyre sung by fire, no begging so dire,
You feel what’s not real, use blood as your seal.
You deny, yet cry, just leave it there to die,
Stones and sticks, there’s a wizard in the mix.
I am a smoldering cauldron of verbs
Confined in a disturbing squadron of nerves
So I use a glistening array of words
To keep them listening as they observe
Attempting to explore lifes tabooed pleasures
So tempting these doors like much wooed treasures
Unwilling to ignore resembling intense peer pressure
Willing to mentor the cunning presence of a hustler
Adamantly grasping for more precise understanding
Savagely gasping no advice just demanding
Carving patterns in your mind like a space ship landing
A starving lantern but I shine so I dont need handling
In death words become unequivocally timeless
So my breath wont succumb to the blantantly lifeless
If our lives have a code we are not who designed it
Will we survive to decode bet the answer is priceless
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion and…
out came a bass guitar
Deep Purple called me up
and asked me to be their Star
So zoom zoom zing
I started to play that thing
when my mentor came to me
and asked me to sing
Sure I will Glenn, anything you say
I can play this darn bass for hours of the day
But my voice is a little rusty even though I’ll try
Please don’t feel sad or even go and cry
Now the magical bass was hopping
And all the women were sobbing
Listen to my bass lines roar
And get to dancing with the bopping
Here we go, Halloween is here, finally
I sure look forward to these happier nights
A wondrous short segment of reality
A grand time brought to us full of sweet delights
Outside where the lamppost rests are spider webs
Waiting for the fog to reach, perfectly said
And the great aura that Halloween night shows
I completely and wholly desire to know
To feel the awesomeness, the fully dark sight
The bleak wind slowly breezes its way inside
I devour the nature of Halloween night
Sometimes I find myself wanting to abide
Giving all of me into the creation
Pumpkins becoming a delightful nation
Sitting next to the sleek lamppost they’re glowing
Halloween’s got its powers and is showing
It reaches a nice place so perfect and true
This night is special, cool in its unique way
You want to display everything that’s brand new
A brand new Halloween which you see today
There’s a cauldron near the lamppost just sitting
Whistling a tune from over its hot kindling
The scene with the webs, pumpkins, and a cauldron
Bringing Halloween its power, just hang on
Russell Sivey
The cauldron of magic potion
I dived into one time.
It bubbled with such effervescence
that I could not resist.
It drew me into the potion
– as do the waves
of the sparkling ocean.
With its most delicious taste
my lips were kissed,
for the potion is passion-sweet,
but you will discover
if you dive into it too,
romance you imbibe will be fleeting.
For love to be complete,
you must find the other cauldron
whose magic is a love that is true!
potholes of panic-
in the tunnel of my mind
a glimmer of light
Inspired by Raul's latest photo
-Nip At The Cauldron-
My mind full, like the moon outside. My brethren say; '’Sleep well, worthy adversary.’’ As he ventured forth unto his domain, for a final nip of the cauldron before hitting the sack.
I lay restless, unable to commit to my new found lover. Lest it shouldn’t be so. I am you. A demon rung the bells of my adored solitude and grasped away at thee. The pungent odor of Sulphur filled my lungs heavy with soot.
The night remained an insomniacs dream as I heard the succubus calling. The energy piercing my skin, as I called the enchantments that my father once taught me. I was protected, but not invincible.
Hear and there, a shadow standing over me. Whispering indistinguishable language, that no man would want to decipher. Tapping the furniture to make sure of the unbearably long night ahead. Feeling the entities hatred. Limitless burden, all I wanted was calm silence. But, I can also hear my horse carrying the same unease as I.
Or at least, I did for a time. I can no longer hear of the outside world. Only the whispers. The sound of silence twas' no more. It grew louder and louder. As if, my horses fate was in spite. It threw its head on my lap. To enlist my heart with fear. The darkness grew as I came to realize, I was dead.
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion
and cast a spell—
Abracadabra
Poof
You appear,
as if not a single day has passed
since you went away.
My eyes, wide as saucers,
soak you in.
You look at me with a big grin.
“I appreciate you, Mommy,”
you whisper,
leaning in for a hug.
Poof
You disappear.
I dive into the cauldron of magic
every single day,
believing in miracles—
one so magical.