Best Sorceress Poems

Badabee bada boom

Cabaala vroom vroom

Up in the sky

I fly on my broom

Valleys and vales

Over dry hay bales

On wispy clouds

My twitchy broom sails

By the moonlight dim

Those sighting Grimm

I search far and wide

They’re my next victim

Dissecting their hearts

Burying other parts

Potions I make

For my dark arts

Green red golden...

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sorceress
magical skills
mystifying, disillusioning, obfuscating
very crafty, distinctively dressed
witch...

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Prophetic powers draw dark
eyes toward opportunity
hidden in ball of fire
predicting future.

Sibyl speaks.  Boldly foretells
her lift over the threshold
and willfully conjures a
hunk of burning love.

Graceful, posing hands present
a strikingly handsome face
uplifted—scrutinizing
the love of his life.



Caryl Ramsdale
Copyright © 2011  All rights reserved.
Dodoitsu Poetry Form

September 6,...

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The Scroll of Sorceress:
I do dark arts,
I do allure men to beat drums,
I cast spell through evil eye beads,
My dirty tricks no one reads,
I am someone who never cheats.
I am dark art goddess,
I am wise sorceress!!
I am black magic woman,
I can shun every omen,
I purify...

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When nylon nights
trade crystal colours 
in the stalls of nimble 
butterfly wings, 
I blossom as an 
irenic origami 
fervently fabricated 
with snowflakes of 
greedy gloom, 
stealing royal violets 
from the smokey estuaries 
flowing beneath the 
heavens befogged 
with indigos, glistening 
in periwinkle-arcs of 
abstract auroras....

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A touch of furious desire,
Burns me badly from within,
As you step into my dreams;
Can you be the one I seek?

Each moment I see you pop,
Wish soft light of salvation,
Conjoin us in seamless joy;
Playing to the destiny gamble?

The queen of hearts is my soul,
Life in selfless...

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Maybe because I have on my public health hat,
my ego searches for more ecotherapeutic subclimates.

Maybe because we wear our ego/ecotherapeutic climates inside,
Real Whole EarthTime bilaterally searches 
for wealthier public hat health.

Maybe because I'm reading Sorceress and Her Wandering Apprentice:
Gaia and Her Wondering ReSourcefulNest,
Iain McGilchrist's neurological...

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What could I possibly wish to say...
too much, too much but never a perfect way to word it
Perfect...I curse the word yet like a dart
it's quick to part my lips to prick the target of my desires
What do I desire
to finally sketch a page of...

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Having sated his desire,
and having mastered her own,
The Sorceress rose from The Sorcerer's loins
and stood tall with his power, now hers.

From above and beyond the battle,
she cast spells to win it for some
and to end it for none,
and weak and mighty fell alike.

Her voice insouciantly...

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Oh well and the first time I ever saw you
an Ocean of emotions came crashing down
upon me it was magic by the full moon and
waves off the velveteen sea
You took me by the hand and led me into
the deep somewhere around the Octopuses’
web and the...

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Kiss me goodbye
And come no more,
You wretched mistress;
Take your eyes off
And seek me no more,
You devilish sorceress!

Whatever trick of lust
With which you lured me,
Is alas plain before my eyes;
Cursed be every moment
You have spent with me,
May all perish with your lies!

Kiss me goodbye
And come no...

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It so happened some years ago,
a story of the past it seems,
the room was wide and huge,
absorbing the echoes of her screams.

Her tale is told in those corridors still,
where she roams, almost as if free,
the ghost of her bolting/shutting doors,
what happened that night, I couldn't...

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While Skye danced free among daisies and daffodils, cloaked in mink
Unwary daydreams of a princess in exuberance singing and dawdling
Damsel snatched in two hufflewinks and one rinkydink tiddlywink

The wicked sorceress on her fiercest dragon, captured Skye in a wink
In her darkened heart, how long she...

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Long ago in a land not near,
There was a young man whose looks made people sneer.
Through the whistling forest he went to find a sorceress out west,
“Sorceress please make me look the best!”.

He shot up and became much taller,
In town everyone but his true love...

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