Best Spells Poems
Blue skies and rainbows
Science fiction and fables
Poetess and poet are making love
She’s writes the verses to undress me
Great lines that flower in her hair
Her lips of ink are red and rosy
Each stanza goes straight to my head
I want to read and read her
Over and over
Every day, any time
From cover to cover
She writes of loneliness and sorrow
Of broken hearts that never mend
She is the dream I need each morning
Moon captured by her spells
I want to read and read her
Over and over
Every day, any time
From cover to cover
Blue skies and rainbows
Science fictions and fables
Poetess and poet are making love
Welcome my dear
what can I do you for?
I offer spells and charms galore
A love philter you say?
I know just the thing
When I am done
to you he’ll cling
When sun takes its bow at the close of day
In a place where ocean waves meet bay
Let curtains close to mortal sight
Behold
desire’s flame ignites
Employing drift wood
in the sand
Inscribe his name
Feel heart expand
Stir 3 times in clockwise motion
Whilst we brew this lover’s potion
A drop of blood
a strand of hair
Will free you soon from your despair
You’ll feel the warmth spread through your
being
You’ll both find this most agreeing
Feel wind’s breath upon thy cheek
Sacred words you now must Speak
Tell the Earth, the wind and fire
Inform the water of your desire
Let Cupid’s compass spin once more
For His benevolence you must implore
East and south
West and north
Spirits of seduction I call thee forth
Hark to the rhythm of the drums that pound
Thrashing out the heart beat
of the one to be spell bound
Whilst the bonfire slowly dies
Images flash before his eyes
Untie him now
He will behave
I have cast a spell
He is enslaved
Hit him now with passion dart
And then my dear you have done your part
All that’s remains is for you both
To gulp it down
Let’s have a toast
Before you do you will pay me now
There are others who need me anyhow
His Affection will grow like weeds
I must away now to do good deeds
Will my enchantment stand the test of time?
I hear you ask, Well they’ll be just fine
Sleep now children in my domain
I promised to free you from your pain
Their lust will last eternally
Till I dump their bodies in the sea
17th October 2019
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Dark Spells
As a clock running in black circles down
Distant stars lighting reddish fairy gowns,
Earthen pastures in darkness all aglow,
Awaiting dawn's eager cock to thrice crow.
Two wagging tails on huge fantastic birds
flying with dust stirring African herds,
For life in wailing pain must thus this bring,
curses spun from magical, hellish ring.
Night-winds ill blowing with green, nasty stench
coming calamity, sure-fire cinch,
Time and Fate conspire with evil blood-lusts
removing hope and adding deep the rusts.
Dragon pair emerging to life consume.
Old hag weaving spells on wicked loom.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-31-2016
The Faeries Are Still Outside
Trying to cheer a garden up from the clay,
But the crabgrass won’t part
And the trees are snickering
At the art-
Less way the faeries
Sway while chanting,
Casting their spells—
Such an untalented group!
Out of tune, with
Too often the lyric,
“wha’ ta’ we all do?”
Stuck in a measureless breath
And beyond any rhyming lure to
The sprouts for any wanting to grow!
Wise, the trees lean, whining,
Slow whispers that, “
The faeries should go!
Back to their wizards
For more lessons in garden growth. “
The aged trees are exasperated; after all,
There’s little more to it
Than spreading the
Spell of encouragement, because
The sun and earth are already there prepared
For the growing…
So the trees advise,
“Raise ye’ stems around us trees.
We’ll keep the winds
From blowin’ ye’ over!
And keep the sun from
Parching your leaves.
We’ll sing lullabies to the herbs,
“Hush a-bye lurra lu,
Rest now your intake of green.
Be doodle-ye-do get ye’ ready
For droplets of dew
Diddle-eye-done
Dew comes after your dreams
Along with the rise up of the sun.”
Then the trees applauded
Among themselves, promising
That as soon as
The garden grew a bit,
The trees would tell all those little plants
Just how Spirit
Lives inside their stems, their flowers and leaves,
Where the spells of the faeries cannot reside…but,
“Deed le-dee see la so sigh.” Fine,
Let the spells be sung.
“‘Tis a task the faeries prize,” and who knows if it won’t
Help the clay to crack,
“Fiddle diddle perhaps a fact!”
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(C) sally young Eslinger 9/30/21
Thanks be to God
Eerie
Witches
Ugly
Creepy
Freaky
Sneaky
Floating
Chanting
Cackling
Laughing
Broom sticks
Flying
Moonlight
Passing
Shadows
Waving
Witchcraft
Praying
Evil
Lethal
Hexing
People
Wilful
Wanton
Values
Rotten
Cats and
Magic
Crazy
Manic
Fear and
Panic
Wicked
Antic
Spell cast
Spoken
Lotion
Potion
Hocus
Pocus
Witchy
Slogan
17.10.23
Her love spells
Lashings Obsessed with Virile Endurance
Her eyes
Engulf You in Elegant Seduction
Her lips
Love Infused Passion Sweet
Her body
Beautiful Offering of Divine Yearning
Her wants
Warring Affection Nuclear Towards Satisfaction
Her needs
Nurturing Embrace Enrapturing Desire's Surge
Her dreams
Dangerous Romance Entering Another Midnight's Sacrafice
Her mind
Magic Intent on Nude Destination
Her soul
Savage Optimism Unafraid of Losing
My heart
Heated Enlightenment Affixed to Rare Touch
J.A.B.
The ritual, started with the influence of scarecrows
They taunt, they slyly work their way through a spell
Their eyes glow, they have razor teeth waiting for flesh
Human flesh is their delicacy, eating straight through hell
Yellow is their color, power is from the fires below
Destroying, casting, waiting for the atrocities of night
Keeping promises, promises of death and destruction to all
Opening nothing but the gates, the gates of hell tonight
Passersby that wander, they love to grasp their souls
And cause evil splicing, to pounce on their somber innocence
Unlike the witches that come by, irritating they are
For they compete, to take away the stock of the human sense
Jack-O-Lanterns surround, the scarecrows concentrate
And the crows, they love the night’s evil of departed souls
Tombstones move, underneath the soil becomes very loose
And out comes the nature of the spells, the hurtful ghouls
Evil lives, alive and free this night of Halloween, fear abounds
Love is not safe, it will not save you under the moon’s glow
The fire rages, carries over the temperament of death
They all dance, dance to the rhythm of hells fury below
Russell Sivey
When I call you in a dream
Hear what I have to say
As hot blood runs through my vein
Do not turn your heart away
In the exile of your soul
let the midnight stars shine bright
let my arms be a warm pillow
in the dark thought of the night
Let the magic of believers
be the shadow on your wall
Let this whisper in your ear
keeps you coming back for more
When I call you in a dream
from the breeze upon the shore
Leave your window slightly open
Fly with me forevermore
witch
cauldron
eye of newt
her magic spell
sweet
Slinking silently through the night
on tiny tipped toes, claws withdrawn.
He mustn’t sleep until daylight’s dawn,
prudently prowls, avoiding light.
Clever, cunning crones craft a spell
to purloin his priceless powers,
control them in Eve’s evil hours,
condemn powerless prey to Hell.
Hither, fine ferocious feline.
Soulfully sing your sacred song.
Whiskers hoary, lavishly long
subtle signs of ancient bloodline.
He will not succumb to witches
who wish to control, to command.
Here he makes a substantive stand
to thwart wicked witches’ wishes.
Cruel claws render stinging slashes
slitting through wrinkled, withered skin.
They shrilly shriek their dying din,
melting ghoulish, gray-green ashes.
As golden sunlight
streamed through the curtains
A vision touching deeply
As birds began singing adoring sunlight
Looking into your eyes enters
A treasure in the heart
one true gift
within a thousand dreams
Holding hands
Ever so softly whispers
Standing before me
Delicately breathing
everything that is beautiful in life
Love you are
an angel on wings
who holds majestic
the soul ever so warmly sings
Flooding with deep magic
surrounding the heart
captured kisses your grace
Joy dances on each skipping beat
Ancient Trees, Cast Your Spells
O' where are the very ancient trees swaying
moon beaming with band of coon hounds baying
Crystal nights casting shadows from tree to tree
earth crying out so for man's spirit to just see
Olden glades that stir the heart's lovin' ardor
make a man sing out and race on all the harder
Twisting undergrowth so magical in the making
Nature's harvest sitting there just for the taking
'Call of the wild', leaping about each aging giant
stirs man's heart to fire up to be brazenly defiant
Mighty woods standing against attacks by evil foes
cuts and gashes upon ancient trunks everywhere shows
O' when will man's great follies ever dare to cease
Protect such aging beauties by giving ever sweet relief
Robert J. Lindley. 07-25-2014
note:
Decades of Rampant Clearcutting in Our National Forests Is
Ruining America's Last Wild Forests.
America was once covered with one billion acres of towering
primeval forests. These forests were teeming with plants
and animals, a treasure-trove of evolutionary diversity
and biological richness. Giant, centuries-old trees had
trunkside and soared to the height of 30 story skyscrapers.
In the past 500 years, aggressive logging and development
have destroyed over 95% of these original forests.
The last remnants of America's virgin and natural forests,
with their unique and irreplaceable life, reside mostly
on our national forests. The 155 national forests cover a
large portion of our country, an area about the size of
California Oregon and Washington combined, and stretch
from Alaska to Florida. Most states have at least one
national forest.
No action in the living room
No action in the kitchen
No action in the bathroom
What are your expectations for the bedroom?
Keep your expectations realistic.
(Nothing going to happen)
A vicious spell has been cast
into a black cauldron to boil
Trouble and toil attempts to spoil
The snake is beginning to uncoil
He will keep you up late reeling in hate
continually accepting the dangling bate
Post twelve o’clock chime precisely timed
his louring voice will play games
behind the candles flickering flames
In the Nelanther Isles a sorcerer Azrael practices his skill.
Fire and water combines at his will.
Bolts of lighting crash to the floor.
Molecular elements studied, bound by truth.
Arcane Magic inborn in youth.
Azrael hidden in the darkest of realms.
Powerful force in the palms of his hands.
He shall master this feat like no other sorcerer can.
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