Best Warding Poems

Whisper's of October  

Whispers in this soup bowl
20 minutes after its muse explodes,
Daylight remains nothing more than a dream 
Warding off the howling sound...

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WHAT HAPPENED

Darkness is enveloping sinister 
and frightening,
Elusive, alluring, captivating and
Inviting,
Every night it falls like a 
clock that is punctual,
And we accept it as a part...

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The Obeah Woman

Heavy musty air reeks with the Obeah Woman’s pungent perfume, 
sweat, burnt incense, bitter roots, and swirling black smoke,
dim light from a waning...

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Halloween 

Haunting monsters roam on an October Halloween spooky night

As munchkin stroll dress in their costumes that fright  

Large carved pumpkins laugh as inside...

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Menacing black eyes that penetrate so deep
Searching my soul for the answers he seeks
I will not reveal
Nor relinquish my silence
My secrets confined to a space...

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OCTOBER PANTOUM


Rufous luster of Autumn on October allures assures romance under azure sky. 
         
 Celtic seasonal...

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Gargoyles
Water Spitters
Seething, Guarding, Vexing
Warding Off Near Evil Spirits
Legends...

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Yellow chard stain index finger smears my logic puzzle,
Sour cream cilantro splatter quite the quaint “addition” 
juicy brain pump lemon zest solution that I guzzle,
number...

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we live such fragile lives
subject to earth, wind, water, fire
alive in a universe we barely understand
despite all our probative energy
attempting to stay the hand of...

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A Blustery Autumn Day

Mischievous bursts of autumn’s laughter
Pulls down the last of the season’s bright artistry
 Carried away on blustery gusts,
  Weaving a tapestry...

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She lets Atlantic waters
Shape her rugged shores
From sandy unspoilt beaches
To her mighty Granite towers
Warm breezes from the Gulf Stream
She welcomes when they arrive
Even though they...

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After the storm, my brother
(all gangly knees and elbows)
bore the brunt of its ferocious aftermath.

Every day after school
I watched his wiry biceps bulge a little
as...

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My GRANDFATHER loved to work. His schedule from 3 am till 6 pm we were farmers
-we is a lot of people who's here?- He asks....

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Ages there are in which the ration'l man 
And th'intuitive stand side by side, the one 

In fear of intuition, or scorn for abstraction; 
Irrational...

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