Long Hexes Poems

Various Heresies 11



The beauty of the flower fades,
its petals wither to charades...
—Michael R. Burch



the U-turn poem
by michael r. burch

Life so defaulty,
Life so unfair,
why do wee prize U,
what do U care?

LORD who lets unborns
drown in a...

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Mist, Mist..
Why not whisper, why not speak?
When upon thy shrouded depths,
Thou knowest truly, what we seek

Darkness, Darkness
Why be quiet, why not be shrill?
When your hoot and squeal and growls,
Shivers our spine, with unbidden thrill

Cat, Cat
Why...

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‘ Monsters, Among Us … ’

 Scatter The Creeping Vapor-Stench, Away
  Expose The Wake of  Eerie, Fog and Shadows
And Nightshade and Fiends, and Vile-Beasts That Bay
 Begone, to Taboo, Grounds, Unhallowed …

… for...

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TERROR, TERROR
Mist, Mist..
Why not whisper, why not speak?
When upon thy shrouded depths,
Thou knowest truly, what we seek

Darkness, Darkness
Why be quiet, why not be shrill?
When your hoot and squeal and growls,
Shivers our spine, with unbidden thrill

Cat,...

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twasn’t an absence of belief in
hexes or voodoo shit, black magic,
witches or warlocks,
which brought to mind the maddening
of the crickets, for
900 species of those sinister gryllidae 
couldn’t be wrong &
they came anyway---
chirping their nocturnal nonsense...

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A Gemini, I get bored faster than most people walk to their mailbox.
My hands are always moving- painting, cartooning, sewing, gardening.
One day I was stuck at work for eight hours, and no one wanted to...

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We’ve discussed this dream before
in long, subtle glances, 
sparked by mottled anxieties

And silent gestures
That have become a second tongue to us
Over sixteen years

For a time, we even touched the buds of promise
And planted a future...

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Oh no,
Ken messed up the audio,
This will instill rage into an introverted bro,
I'm serving purpose by not flipping furniture for show,
This show is worthless,
I'm perturbed,
Let's just play Pokemon Go!
I think mic's are magic cuz of...

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Human cannon
 They shot him out of a cannon and lost his legs
He flew low over a forest that took his arms 
And torso, his head landed in a hexes’ glade
From trees dripped gore like...

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I see her in her pure white dress
She is attractive but far from virgin allure
She’s like a paper doll delicate and quick to burn
Quick to drown under the dark cloud’s waters
A witch child among all...

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Crosses and x's burns and hexes 

Thread and rope nooses and cross stitch

Thread of time yet to unwind, to release the sands of time

Turn the hour glass to its side and hope to save some...

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Clyde went to London to get the best hat.
His note to his wife was swept under a mat.
He was missing for a week, but not a day more.
He came home by train, arrived a quarter...

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Hallowed Eve's, shuttering fright fest
Stealthy alias proffer lest
Ghoulish mavens chicanery manifest
Dupery, duplicity your mettle to test

Your makeup, clothes carefully screen
Bedeck your mask with orange and black sheen
Your collar coif, your black hair thoughtfully preen
Flowing cape...

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