Best Channelling Poems

Spatter, standard, seen before
Said nobody
Trajectory, tools, talent
Said the air around me
As I whisked around
Slammed, splashed and slashed
The mood of the movement 
Reflective of the observers
Doubters and believers in equal measure
Madness and genius
Talent and folly
Creation and destruction
Drying time
Where only I have seen
Tense, pure, can anyone rely...

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Always fond of painting,
my preference, Realism,
I did a portrait of Bidden – 
but the nose kept going 
beyond the frame – so, with 
desire for the problem to 
tame, naturally, I got an-unnaturally
larger frame. Soon, with necessary, 
repeated application, the wall gave way,
and the nose...

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The first 'real' poem I wrote
shook me to the core.
I say I wrote it but really
I think I was channelling it.

I was a fifteen year-old girl
and I wrote a poem about a soldier.
I penned it in quatrains and in rhyme;
it almost had an Irish accent.

To...

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Channelling a King 

(A regal voice whispers)

Oh Here
She Comes

Oh Here
She Comes

Oh Blessed Be
Oh Blessed be

Tonight the Goddess of Fertility and Motherhood

Appears on her white charger

To enchant and tempt all
Who wishes to follow her

To her Faeryland

Ashera
The Goddess
At this dire hour

Comes forth

And rides in front
For all the...

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