Best Warlock Poems
The warlock said to the witch,
Man, ain't it grand living large like Oz,
being bigly Emerald City rich
The witch crowed back,
I get paid good for giving speeches
that have no policy incantation glitch
The warlock laughed hard and long,
then chortled with maniacal glee:
I like the way you got a huge fee
for selling that "Deal Me In" dirge song
The witch returned the faint praise
with a piercing scowl and a sinister smile
You got those lemmings running thru a maze,
chasing your tale that it's all rigged anyhow
The warlock started getting miffed,
and his hair began to burn with an orange glow
He mockingly said, Endora, all the polls show
that you're a walking political gift
The witch angrily retorted: What spell did you use
to make yourself become 50 feet tall
Oh yeah, that's right. Should Humpty Dumpty lose,
it won't be much of a fall off that stupid wall
The warlock let out a sigh, and said:
You know we have to spit venom
at each other on the campaign stump
That's just how it is, and has to be
The witch let out a sigh too, and said:
Since our youthful days of wearing denim,
it's something we can't tell the voting chumps
That we're really friends, you and me
Then they both hugged each other,
and said goodbye to one another privately
The witch winked at the warlock, and cackled this:
No matter who wins,
I'm offering well wishes to you
So don't forget to send me a mean tweet
The warlock nodded back at the witch, and bellowed this:
Once the results are in,
I'll reply with well wishes too
But of course, don't you forget to delete
The tide was getting rough, crashing into my body like a pile of rocks
And when I had enough, I morphed into a poetic warlock!
My pen became a magical staff, with such extraordinary power!
And with a demonic laugh, I sought out poets to eat and devour!
My pen seemed to glow a brilliant shade of blue like sapphire;
This lit up my studio with a bright hue that became hot like fire!
I took my wordplay and sentences of the dark, mixing them in a pot
Opening hell’s gateway, which ignited a spark and my poetry, got hot!
With my black cape, and magical pen, I stormed into the bowels of Hell!
I took duct tape, cast an omen and put the old devil under my spell!
I tortured the pathetic being and made him beg for my mercy.
Seeing is believing as I made him recite all my love poetry!
I returned to earth and had no more fight left in me
Reciting my incantation, I was rebirth and again took to writing my poetry
I regained a soul, but could still feel the aura of the aftershock
Every now and again, I still spin out of control for I’ll always be a poetic warlock!
Great Scot
that trot
on gnomes
and domes
Bamboozling, casting spells in dark site
Roaming and iridescent like sprite
Note: A "Warlock" is a male witch
I am the poetic Warlock,
Putting poets in a headlock
Spellbound? Just believe what you’re seeing
A morbid mind confined within my being!
Poetically I let the energy flow from me
To metaphorically turn me into a beast!
I spring from an altered reality
Blessed with immortality to be a priest!
Forget nine lives; I’m walking and talking, eternity
Where no poet survives outside this fraternity
Poetically, I’m committing a felony
Forcing stanzas into captivity!
From the push of my pen
Intertwined is every word
I play to be king among men,
Knocking those in first place to third!
You had better say a prayer
If you steal from my metaphor store
I’ll have you pulling out your hair
While you prepare for this war!
Poets, I’ve come to graciously slay.
That doesn’t captivate me so I read Hemingway!
But Edgar Alan Poe, just so you know,
Fuels the flow; he’s my sensei!
A poet with demonic entities in his corner,
I emotionally murdered my baby momma
And I did not even mourn her!
How I hate fake friends that pretend,
Especially when we were cool since childhood
I’d break a leg just to avoid them
Like the plague, they are no good!
Once again it’s time for Halloween!
Put on your masks and prepare to scare!
Heads will roll from my poetic guillotine
And this I do declare!!
TRICK OR TREAT!
HAPPY HOLLOWEEN
I WANNA FEEL THE PULSE OF YOUR HEARTBEAT!!
At dusk they start to come out into the night
Each holding a jack-o-lantern with power
The witches have silhouettes that produce fright
Making people to falter, fall, and cower
The witch’s mate, a warlock, looks inside a sphere
To curse the heartless people, to make them fear
Witch delivers the package of a pumpkin
Where the spirits of the dead live deep within
Russell Sivey
THE TRANSMOGRIFICATION OF THE UNICORN IN THE WARLOCK’S GARDEN
Sabien, Sr. gathers his weapons to join his son.
In his quest to depart knowledge, he must be the wise one.
His son heard him speak that Sabien II was the Unicorn in the
Warlock’s Garden.
Sabien II slept silently amongst the flowers and the trees.
Thus far, he had not been transmuted.
His father promises his faith.
He would change him into a much grandeur state.
As the night became day, Sabien, Sr. finds all the herbs that will be
needed for transmogrification.
He begins to fulfill his promise.
He will sup with the Unicorn.
At eleven-thirty a.m., Sabien, Sr. beacons for the Unicorn who was
patiently waiting under his favorite tree.
He responded by entering the Warlock’s Vicinity.
The feast started at noon with drink, meats, breads, berries, and so
much more.
The Unicorn spoke to his father.
He was not aware of his metamorphosis.
He had transformed to his human image,
which is Sabien Allegra Baldwin, II.
The splendor of glory shows his father to be a powerful Warlock.
Magnificent are both in their opulence.
Sabien, Sr. speaks and proclaims his son as the next Warlock.
Sabien II recognizes himself as a young man.
He stands and accepts his position as the Warlock’s Apprentice.
They embraced militantly and voiced their creed…
Our spirits must be with the heavens and terrain.
Our focus is terrestrial.
This is our garden that we must protect.
A superfluous and superlative existence we have.
Sabien, Sr. speaks, “The revelation of your crossing, Sabien II, is superb.
You came as I knew you would.”
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PENNED JULY 15, 2014.
(For the first part, please read the Unicorn in the Warlock's Garden!)
The wind blows
Through the dark forest
Where they reside
The witch and the warlock
Fierce in their evil ways
One holding a skull
The other with a spell book
Looking for victims
When a black raven
Comes by their evil sides
Wanting to curse
A curse for those unwary
Bringing hate to their souls
The pain they inflict
The witch, warlock, and raven
Hurts for a long time
Russell Sivey
This eerie night when the moonlight drips down
Tips of the stars reach out to all this night
Darkness has its reign during this night’s crown
Showing Halloween the master of fright
Took the last pumpkin to its resting place
They’re lit for respect of the dead tonight
All are glowing wildly within their space
Alight to bring awe and joy from this sight
Children love to see the path of pumpkins
Frightfully dressed to scare with all their might
Some of them look like they have rotting skins
To front porch they walk smiling with delight
They get their candy and scream to enjoy
The night sure adds to the fun with their joy
Russell Sivey
Next to a flask of a potion
Stands a man of pure emotion
He holds a wand in his right hand
And a carved pumpkin to expand
Candles surround, sure devotion
The man moves like locomotion
Lightning quick for a promotion
Casting spells to take hold the land
Warlock takes aim
Warlock moves just for his motion
If he wants you, you are his sanction
He will pump you full of dark sand
He does have his coven, his band
Evil kills if it takes notion
Warlock takes aim
Russell Sivey
Hey WARLOCK! Why don't you and I take a little test;
Separate ourselves from the rest, to determine who is best.
I grow weary of waiting for P.D. to respond to my battle cry.
So, don't be shy, and please don't lie! Would you like to battle THIS guy?
I took a little time to see what you had to say.
I don't know about Nate the GREAT, but Doc the POET wants to play.
Let the SORCERER and the SAMURAI battle for the top spot.
Now show me what you got, by taking your very best shot.
I guess you believe that you deserve to wear the crown,
But, like the Kidster and the Clown, you,too, will be shut down.
I am not a punk, so please don't underestimate my power.
My goal is to devour, and I get stronger by the hour.
Once upon a time, writing sonnets was the plan,
But, now, I seek the challenge of DESTROYING any man.
I have a humble arrogance, when it comes to writing rhymes,
Which is why I will accept any challenge any time.
YES! I think I am the best, so don't even bother to ask.
But, the question that I have for you is, "Are you up to the task?"
My confidence is high, so my bravado is strong.
My skills have been sharpened, so I can do no wrong.
My words will rain down, like a storm upon your head.
My bullets will separate the quick from the dead.
My Tetractys and my Cingku are sharp and strong as steel.
My Dodoitsu and my Choka will make sure that your fate is sealed.
I can slice and dice your limbs with these four Japanese swords,
Then, with a Haiku, politely sever your spinal cord.
So when it comes to courage, my friend, I tell you I have tons,
And from no fan or no man would I ever run.
If a battle is what you seek, then you are welcome to fight me,
But please, my friend, please do not try to take me lightly.
So unto you, WARLOCK, this challenge has been formally issued.
But, before you accept, you might want to stock up on your tissues!
If I were a warlock,
just casting my little spells,
I'd reserve for you,
my love,
one special last one,
to you
and heart it would pray tell.
Then abacadabra, hocus-pocus,
here's my alluring brew,
you are made for me,
and I am made for you.
These magic powers would become obsolete,
I wont need them anymore,
cause it would be your love, you see,
that would be all I'll ever need.
My warlock ways and days are done,
cause I have my soulmate,
I'm the lucky one.
a warlocks magic
cannot compare to witches
wands now in battle
as she transmogrifies him
he quietly creeps away
Warlocks, witches, wonderful woo, mysterious superior open voo doo
Misunderstood, persecuted, notorious view, garden lovers, children advocates too
Faerie tale nonsense gave them the screw;
they are often more kind than me, thee and you.
Controllers could not get them to do what they wanted them to do,
They stood up and were counted, and lead a group to
Listen to their hearts, which is always the right thing to do.
Drowning proved they were innocent, and to that I say "boo!"
Warlocks, witches, wonderful woo
Written 9-18-2018 Rhyme Battle Xi Contest
Edited for contest 10-6-2018 Sponsor: Juli- Michelle
Let me metamorphose into my alter ego, so prepare yourself for a shock.
I'm the great great grandson of Edgar Allen Poe, So call me the Poetic Warlock!
Beware of my stare for I will hypnotize; This is a poetic warfare so get in your battle stance.
This slam to you is just for exercise, so don't you dare sh#t your pants!
This is just a poem to make a souper laugh; So boy I hope that's okay with you.
After I'm done, I'll send you my autograph, because I don't wanna get too close to doo-doo!
Don't you dare soup mail me again, looking to battle with me.
Boy you know you can't win, you just want a souper to tattle on me!
I've slammed you from here to Bangkok, and used several different poetic forms as well.
You still haven't got enough of the Poetic Warlock, so now I am taking you to hell!
I'm pulling a Charles Manson, so pick up a gun and put it to your head.
On your grave I'll be break dancin, you're now dealin with a poetic thoroughbred!
So to help you write a slam, you got help from your lil brother????!!!
I'm pulling out the pentagram and putting a hex on you like no other!!
You saw what I did to your teacher, and she took it beyond poetry.
It was a triple - x feature, and I was at the center of envy!
Why are you back for more embarrassment, are you a pain freak?
Soupmailing me so much is borderline harrassment; next you'll be following my technique!
No no you can't sniff my boxers dude, you need to step up off my jock!
You know I tend to be a lil' crude for I am the Poetic Warlock!
Boy I'm smoking you like a Cuban cigar, and the taste is bittersweet.
This Halloween will be poetically bizarre, so TRICK - OR - TREAT!!
*Response to my buddy and his lil' brother's slam;) SLAM?????? lol
Here lies the Poetic Warlock, a poetic rhyme slayer;
From the U.S. to Bangkok, he was an international game player!
He was born Jimmy M. Anderson, and he overcame all adversaries.
His slams were very contemporary, and his word-play was extraordinary!
He was the great, great grandson of the legendary Edgar Allen Poe.
His poetic guns had more ammo than the military and yet he was kinda a Romeo!
He chased the ladies, like Georgie Porgy Puddin Pie.
It is said, he was born in Hades, and that's why he was a demonic poetic samurai!!
Wrote strictly for Andrea Dietrich contest "Poetic Epitaph"