Familiars Poems - Poems about Familiars

why does she get two familiars? The other witches asked their Daddies. They had no idea, but her parents did drive three brand new Caddies. Perhaps they are on the take, criminals, one suggested with glee. Poof, the little witch turned that Daddy into an elm tree. Maybe she did something wonderful, another Daddy said. Little witch thought he was...

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We witches in training all chose a familiar. It was the rule at the School of the Transvillar. I chose a gray bat with a broken wing. Taylor selected a crawdad that could sing. Molly picked a toad with an enormous toe. I switched out the bat for a broken mule from Idaho. Samantha chose a taxidermied man from Kalamazoo. He had...

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Winnie was luxuriously enjoying her bath of bliss When the cat and kits came in to snarl and hiss Out! She said, but her familiars did not give her the time of day. They confidently began to slip and slide and chase and play....

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Come one, come all To hear the family call We count every head Reminiscing about our dead Play our games With important names Casting out the slain Who wants only gain We decorate our leaders Wealthy little feeders Our birds have open mouths Right under their spouts Pestilence are fixtures In a poor man's mixture Orderly houses crafted For God's only grafted ...saints Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-10-2023...

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“The Apocrypha of Familiars” Wings hover light luminescent revelling sprites dark pearls Corvidae shades of a family highly functioning dysfunctional plural morphing unobserved perceived non-unique spiralling into shape more black and grey than white spills from their eyes light from their shining hidden away intelligence sharp beaked tapping codes, self-aware, they recognise themselves cloaked and disrobed in the mirrors of others' tomes children produced from opposites ruthless reigning raven and...

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I met Lydia when I needed a friend She was always quiet, and hid under the bed I learned how to watch what would happen from her. I was always happy to see a familiar face Coming through the door or window frame Never to stay for long, just to let me know she was there Babs died and at...

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Ah, here you have come again, Again you sit in this chair, How familiar this room so is, So solitaire in your life, ha, how fair it is, How you engulf those emotions in bitter fire, Drown your frown in a realization of emptiness, How you realize the loneliness and abandonment of your mind, Your hope and wish to fill the empty,...

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