Long Crones Poems

Did you ever notice
our vampire legends
are almost always patriarchal,
sometimes even princely
and excruciatingly royalist,
elitist?

While witches plot and evil plan
in coven craven circles
more undershadow than legendary.

Wizards might be BullyVampire Princes
while witches may be victimized and therefore victimizing...

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No One
by Michael R. Burch

No One hears the bells tonight;
they tell him something isn’t right.
But No One is not one to rush;
he lies in grasses greenly lush
as far away a startled thrush
flees from horned owls...

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ETHREE

Witch
Sneering
Bubbly
A pimply nose
To be feared by all
So Halloween friendly

More terrifying than ghosts
Placing eye of newt in cauldrons
Pure evil in our fantasy books
Horribly foul and mean in faerie tales.
A frozen heart places children in ovens

Crones of...

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(With Wormwood Dreams)
The fire and ice, heaven and hell equinox calibration of scales, scorched Earth
beneath a sky of epic fail of primary colors in triple beam, sale, cine-scene-
totem of hierarchial Archangels of Destruction of Kingdom...

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Call me little miss Dorothy from the wizard of Oz fame, for today I’m
Clicking my ruby red shoes, on the golden bricks on the sunshine path,
Ain’t no wicked old witch going to slow me down,...

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Five gray, silver, and white haired crones
Navigated slimy green stones
Like tight rope walkers
Having been summoned by the wind talkers
They crossed a shallow creek
Each feeble and weak
They entered consecrated woods
Wearing cloaks and hoods
Upon awareness of being...

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* Paid my heed my friends for the frost giants begin their march southwards, 
    * and their hounds of winter ,shall Slather and bay awaiting direction from their masters
  ...

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And there the story might have ended 
But the bite on Suzanne's thumb 
Throbbed and became distended, 
'I must say, I feel a little rum', 
she said and lay down on her bed, 
but as...

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Whatever you do, when you get near,
No matter what happens, do not show a whit of fear.

What? These are only old women, right? Crones, in my book.
I decide to take the challenge, jump right onto...

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Black Hotel
Immortal fear, 
blind rage appears on black rock… 

How does it rise along on a lonely beach?
…an outcrop of the night!

A black hotel looms like inevitable doom 
from the cloudy regions of the stratosphere.

It...

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Written: January 04, 2024
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Magnificent orchids are being flourished on this land.
Love lyrics serenaded for odd lovers of this land.

The...

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Loret, our lovely lithe flutist called the rest of us to the woods 
with her charming tune.
Melody called 'Song of the Women', 
it was uplifting and cheery; a break from our daily work.
Where are mamas...

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Imagine paranoid schizophrenia evolving
as Right-hemispheric totalitarian bipolarity
living in a rabid stress-filled ecosystem
of dismaying relationships
with human nature over-populating systems;
family and those other terrorist aliens.

Now imagine paranoid behavior's function
finds an entirely natural schizopathic response
to an abusive
marginalizing
institutionalizing cultural...

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Oh great eye of darkness 
Pour down milky glow 
My beacon of brilliance 
Begin the creep show 

Come my precious orb of night
Above the shroud of inky fright
Beam my silent pumpkin moon
Guide us as we...

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Miracle Soul Keeper of the Listening Oaks 
such a glimmer of hope 
glowing with fruition and joy

unseen by humans
always felt by empaths
feared by unscrupulous crones

Miracle Soul Keeper of the Listening Oaks 
She who nurtures the...

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Kelso has a boat
smeared to the gunnels,
with cawk and greasy weeds.
Kelso is old enough
to be free of care,

his dog don't care neither.

At the prow of dawn
he hauls dripping lobsters
in their pots
up the scummy steps
of the...

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A foggy morning with dreary overtones
Can cause the spirit to spiral downward
Eliciting slow-moving, guttural groans
A foggy morning with dreary overtones,
It makes us feel like decrepit, old crones
Roadblocks in the way of moving forward,
A foggy morning...

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I wake up in consternation, it is a day off. 
No schedule, no paperwork, no boss.
I smile as this statement amuses me.
I have a boss, but she is totally not bossy.
She is delicate with me,...

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In the woods lurks the grey angel;
Wingless and disillusioned, he awaits
The onset of diarrhoea,
Bismarck’s jocular displeasure
And the seagull’s lugubrious weightlessness –
Later than previously, he erects
A flag made of wormwood
Brought all the way
From the ceiling of...

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Witchcraft got a bad rap thanks to jealousy and beauty.
Male authors put women into books, calling them hags and crones.
Women read these books to their children in form of Brothers Grimm.
These adorable faerie tales gave...

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What is this curve of grace
	the mimicry of societies face
                         that...

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This poem was entered in Julia Ward's contest but I've decided not to write for her.

At the footbridge I pause for one last glance
at naysayers who never gave me a chance.

River rushes in a roar,...

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These leavings are devastating. 
I feel husked and scraped
The cobb cast on the bin
While destiny enjoys my entrails.
A continuos cycle of harvest
Where heaven recieves the best
And the living are trodden by fate. 
I have words...

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A Dark Spell

I dreamed I was a boy of ten
With hair of raven black.
I wandered down a faerie glen
And never made it back.

I met a pair of ancient crones
Their kingdom was a dell,
They lured me...

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With a nod to Macbeth's three weird sisters...


Midst rats, black cats, and screeching bats,
Cackling crones in pointy hats
Add a rag, a bone, a hank of hair
To a bubbling pot in their witches' lair.
Next a drop...

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