Best Covens Poems

there once was an old witch whose pies

were unique in flavor and size

she delighted her covens

when she opened her ovens

with dozens of old crusty guys.
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In the dead of night veils uplift on Mid Summer's Eve,
still a time for a few live sacrifices, so tread warily.
A time when briefly the gates of hell can open 
and unworldly things spew forth intent on evil. 

Mid Summer Night dreams can come to...

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Trouble, trouble stirs the wind
ghastly ghosts rise and ascend
	warty toads croak
	vile spells are spoke
witches’ covens evil intend

Burbling, gurgling cauldron hot
with purple vein, red blood clot
	virgins hopeful eyes
	fear and dread belies
throw them in and stir the pot

Screeching, screaming banshee songs
garish ghouls with pointy prongs
	mulish mummies
	reeking rummies
to...

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I'd like to apply for a permit
for a protest march
on the Washington Mall.

Lovely idea.
But, we're only issuing Mall permits
for Song and Dance Events.

I think this might be a violation of my Rights
to Free Speech.

I see it more as a patriotic protection of your health care...

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Retro thrusters, smokey hot,
Thunder in the dim of night.
Sprouting things all green and broke,
Mutant brains are taking flight.

Mole like beasts with huge blind eyes
Push and pour from glowing holes.
Corpses scream with undead cries.
Gelatinous blobs expand with souls.

Bodies flail in polka-dot bikinis
While death rays rip through...

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It was May Day and Beltane was the time
Druid Arwn with flowing mane his Grove did call
With upraised arms he did chant in ancient rime
The Sun God ascendeth, but the Solstice marketh his fall!

The 21 of Jun, Alban Hefin will be in the heavens
And crown...

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Earth around me felt the lightning
Trees trembled, their new leaves bravely hanging on

Wildflowers, innocence awaked in beauty
Shined their light in gratitide

Ground mice, dodging the strike
Sought warmth in familiar covens

My hand, my own hand, part of the earth
Stroked the grasses within reach

The air filled my nostrils...

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Summer Solstice 

Abundance of fruits on summers days
How grateful are we for the sun’s rays
And at Solstice, the height of thanksgiving
Because The Earth we eat sweet melons
The highest northern point on it shines
The zenith point of celebration, god dines
In joy and happiness and praise.
As my...

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His seductive glow,
calls them without measure.
Covens of witches
must dance for his pleasure.



10/15/2015
Contest: Halloween Moon
Sponsor: Eve Roper...

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COPYWRITE 2014
MaryAnn Buchanan


OCTOBER SUNSET

We love the dying light;
The sudden nature of the golden day.
Then watch the weightless clouds 
Cover covens of moody hills,
Startup burning colors and 
Stalk the trees to smolder 
Under a slow burn that glows
Tints and frames designer eyes.
Behold! 
Watch it tuck its...

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We have to accept every religion with respect and open arms.
It seem like we are here to eat, make good and then to die;
Getting hate, fighting wars over religious made covens:
We stand far from seeing love, peace or acceptance;
If we can’t live up to appreciate...

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POETS ARE POOR


Omawumi birthed venom yesterday
She won't marry me again because
I am a poet, she said poets are poor
Is my pen not worthy to buy her make up?
If poetry gives no money I will still be one.


When the arrow of folly is carved
Wisdom back off...

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Once upon a ZeroTime
we suffered great terror and loss.

People,
animals,
and plants
refused to speak kindly with each other
because of a Big Bad Wolf
named Ms. Climatic Change 
by her delightfully demented transparents.

Most all credible scientists in that day
were prophets of falling timeless skies,
flaming forests,
failing aquifers,
fowl winds from Big...

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Wicked hexing creatures
Wagging their evil tongues
while casting ancient spells
Wart faced old hags. Women
who recite sorcery,  
with newt eyes in cauldrons
Wretches grouped in covens...

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Lame sunrises and midday sunsets
Fangs in words and perils in laughters
Sweet archs of smiling fires and silky shouts in talking forests 
I come from the bitter of cobstones paved down the coalfield 

Broken lutes and snoring cork oaks 
Freckles of lipstick and suckles of martinis
A...

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