Bewitched Poems

Bewitched

tears salty or sweet
combined with green destiny 
soul stirred in caldron 

Bewitched

Daylight may softly whisper it's but an hour away

But such is the spiritual power of your divine company, 

I will stay

Transformed emotionally beyond all known boundaries of esoteric norm 

By your captivating form

While your carefully chosen words like spoken spells

Holds me and unfolds me
And it's where I want to forever stay

An hour away from sunrise,

Eleanor Knightley

Previous nights were mellow and true –
Love had been tender,
Nights had never been blue –
Gentle as the dance, we swung
I hold Eleanor Knightley in my loving arms.

Crystals, amethyst and pearls she wore,
Around her neck diamonds were
Gold as her crown radiated with luminescence,
Extravagant as Egyptian Silk embraced her figure
Carelessly our bodies rhythmically swayed along.

“May I have

The Past That I Remembered

Sometimes back, I used to be...
A role without a model, a student without success,
Where “sounds great” was a phrase I struggled to express.
But sometimes back, I used to be...
A star in my childhood memory,
Chasing dreams without courage, not quite brave, not quite free.

Sometimes back, I used to be...
Lovable, tangled with awkward unity,
Where harmonious smiles lifted

bewitched

amazing summer
no longer chilled to the bone
bewitched by nature

Bewitched

She flew around me,
dripping all kinds
of trouble.

She began to grow fingernails
inside my head,
they tore away
clumps of caution,
shreds of decency.

The hook in my mouth
slipped out,
about the same time
her ex showed up.

They left in a beat-up Chevy,
leaving me stuck to a wall
fumbling for
a light switch,

but damn she was good.

MINICHU - MAGIC

Lustrous eyes bewitch me
As if a spell of gratifying love is cast
I can't flee

I have no hold
And control over my actions
Untold

To take
Counter steps to
Break

Lustrous eyes bewitch me
And control over my actions
Break 

As the year ends, its hues trickle down into a bewitched sunset

As the year ends, its hues trickle down into a bewitched sunset,
Beneath autumn's brown cheeks, the sky is boldly dusted,
With summer's goodbye in a yellow garb, it laid over the lands,
The earth's heart in seed, for bouquets shunned, from desires begged.
Trills of roses, entangled in the pretentious bloom of narcissi,
A swarm of dandelions that detach

Bewitched Basements

Let me be the first 
 to have the audacity to translate, 
This piece of mystery molded 
         in a magical meadow of mistakes,
The reckless subject, there,
      just standing still like a landscape of order,
Disfiguring a flow of ridged ribbons 
 

She Wore Brocade

She wore brocade of red with silver threads
A tight fit, clinging to her shapely hips 
A matching shade of lipstick on her lips 
The lady was determined to turn heads
And turn around they did, news quickly spreads
On the cruise ship she both stunned and bewitched
She wore brocade.

The dress was split both sides to top of

Bewitched

ode to the gentle moon
as she rises to meet the midnight breeze
a trace, a graze, a whisper
then leaves behind her warm caress



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Posted on September 19, 2022

A Muse Bewitched

A Muse bewitched one gloomy night
Dozed off to sleep ‘midst a write
A letter to her dearest friend
Perhaps, she penned, I near my end 

Ensconced in dreams, the Muse cried out
But no one there could hear her shout
Muffled by three layers of down
From quaking fear, about to drown

When of a sudden a light went on
A beacon

Bewitched

Thoughts start to invade my mind, 
Mixed emotions embraced my heart 
Lost self, where can I find? 
Swollen eyes, where are you staring at

Locked inside a four-cornered room 
Tangled chain tightly grasping my wrist 
I wanted to escape this harsh world, 
I wanted to live on a faraway land 

Looking outside the window, 
Staring at

Bewitched

A spell cast
A promise of a hundred years 
 I am for you at last
Will follow till the end 
Of time.


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Bewitched

The sparks in your eyes,
the persuasion in your voice,
I’m bewitched and it’s out of control;
Kamikaze pilot right into this spell, 
becoming your submissive voodoo doll;
 
Left incapacitated by your fire
you walk me over such white hot coals;
Inhibitions melting under your wanton gaze, 
I kind of like all these pins and needles;

I don’t want to comprehend

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