Changeling Poems - Poems about Changeling

Don’t try to reason with them or you will be called ULTA MAGA! Never try facts or logic to dissuade them or you will be labeled ULTRA MAGA!! Forget discussing social issues with them, for you will be called a racist and an extreme ULTRA MAGA! Don’t you dare wear a red hat -you’re a sexist, Irredeemable, deplorable white supremacist, even if you’re black,...

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gestures of west travels materialize his intentions. treasure escaped him. an evil baby. he reached to the highway. to receive beads, rings, weed and young woman as expressions. the casinos always sell beer to minors. fairies restored the worry with hope. life had intention. a renegade formed his mind. the burden of a childhood car...

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Some wanted to be tigers. The angels talked a few out of it, Two were led away, because they had a ridiculously silly hissy fit. Six were given tiger-status, and sent to an Indian village. I hoped they would be safe if guerillas came to plunder and pillage. My best friend chose lion, and was soon waving a...

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His policy views shift randomly with the ever changing political winds Whatever he ousted yesterday — tomorrow, presto change-o ... tweetle de dum, it’s blowing back in Mirror, mirror chimera, a thousand faces that constantly change Mirror, mirror chimera, your countenance of pride remains the same In a planning Session, he vows to stand by you Promises are arbitrarily given Then in a tweet message, he...

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CHANGELING CLOUDS Changeling cheered her doubts Afeared mother of many clouds Secretly placed by a wand’s haste A godmother who’d offered to help ~ Coin of flipped fate - dark cloud cataclysm ~ 6/3/2017...

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It is a story in many different forms of culture that gods walked the earth a folklore if you will shaman belief of soul retrieval a healing technique similar to Buddhist know at reki where the two meet common culture is sleep lucid dream with in lucid dream is something known as shoden and...

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She danced upon my sleepy knife-edge Rem sleep concealed; my hollow tin ledge Was the naked girl who stole my show Labanotation echoed her tarred shamed knees Free falling from grace, cumulating fees Have every my gutter pushed so low? Integument tally, a dollar per pound Rumoured lies within; no truth found Flesh voucher paid in Bordeaux So I flickered in though Scar tissue...

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I am the newly born face of munificence, unquenchable beauty. My tides are full with bountifulness, like an orchard to the table. My fleece radiates guiltless white, bestowed like a lamb, fresh upon its mother. And the flight of a newborn world is upon the wing My once childish demeanour has grown into a handsome face, with...

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CHANGELING photos strike me and everything is beautiful… I find books mark passages with pencils pens and paperclips all blue a favourite color into the bathroom shut the door locked it twice adjusted water red the hue the knocking commenced felt intense faded into a backward hum to match the drum in my dead head just one focus on slivers of stainless steel and everything becomes real again I feel fine just fine… and you? are you...

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I go away down I tell you I go away down to the river Leaving the vulgar world behind I need to go down alone Alone with the roots That grown strong then old I need to think about me Will be a second me? Will be one who will look Like me before I'll return? When the last drop of a star Beginning to fill...

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Changeling Tis our imagination in the halls of the dead, at a place called Limbo where nothing is said. There’s a great table, where twelve often sit. If your names mentioned then you’re in the pit. T’would be an invite to dinner you’ll come, with plate’s of gold and lots of rum. Do you feel the icy wind of loneliness and despair? Do you feel the spirit guide holding hands at...

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Deep in the dungeon in the back left corner Was a mere shell of what was once a man. He was shackled to the wall of his own design By the love of his lady so fair, and divine The queen of a land so far away in time With a king who held her ever so dear Locking...

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Dancing with the darkness Accursed creature of the night Wearing a mask of humanity To hide that twisted trickery Then playing demon music Pipes wail a beauty's curse Stealing life and children From our loving tender kin Twisted vile changing Go back to darkened dreaming...

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The air was filled with sparks so bright as ash and flick'ring fire abound The night was filled with fairy light and from deep down the drumming sound. And all about did wander round in forms both large and shimmer small walked spirits old of yesternight to lend a charm to each and all. The sky o'er head was filled with light and...

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Somewhere hiding in the shadow of mendacity, the unsightly gosling awaits the storm to subside. Gathering knowledge and experience to survive, she is besieged by thoughts about “how to”. No matter her direction she faces a wall. Dilemma after dilemma solved by trial and error. Exhausted she turns to the lake for comfort. The silky sensation of caressing water calms her. Forgetting all...

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