Long Hoodoo Poems

“Frequency” 

we are separated 
from the others
by a thin membrane

electromagnetic

we are receptors
unignited ununited
only tuned into our own

frequency

existing to be lit
the fuses touching
reaching delicately 

that which we do 
and do not see, 
believe

answers embedded
in tablets read...

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* Bringing this gem back in the hope Becca Teagan sees it and returns. We wrote this together, a labor of love. The poem ends with a moral lesson that humanity still hasn't learned, sadly.

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The Obeah Woman

Heavy musty air reeks with the Obeah Woman’s pungent perfume, 
sweat, burnt incense, bitter roots, and swirling black smoke,
dim light from a waning moon streams into the shadowy room;
and mirrors crack as restless...

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They want to cast spells through the songs they sing 
Subliminal mind control of those who buy their wicked cd’s
Their music has no meaning It won’t be a *hit
Remember Satan is the king of all...

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Well you better treat me good or I will
throw out an ancient Voodoo spell on you
dead men tell no tells especially when
at the bottom of a black water bayou
so you better treat me good, I’m...

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I met friends at ten o'clock for our rendezvous
so we could attend a Halloween party at the zoo.
What weird costumes and sights came into view!
Three wrinkled witches were stirring a bubbly brew.
One of them offered...

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Stomach-wrenching body blows dog those 
blighted by endemic fiasco,,
grim dervish whirl of death a maybe one day royal flush,
predicament that hoodoo mark in frozen ink,
cataclysmic episode relentless as unfolding bleak plot, 
monumental exploits somehow never...

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No one dare set foot in those woods there 
is evil far beyond our imagination and it's usually
up to no good. Some may call it pure fairy fable but it's
only because they haven't seen but...

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The boy was only four years old
but he’d watched Scoobey Doo
Seen them chase many a monsters
who’d escaped at the zoo.

The October sun was soon down.
His parents day was through.
His Mom had hand sewn his costume
SHE...

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It's the apocalypse of the antipoetic,
some are apoplectic, instead of apologetic,
this is no diplomatic 'dead poet's society',
but the anxiety results in notoriety,
increasing dubiety for word weaving variety.
The grammar police pursue like the four horsemen,
trying to...

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I can recall that night,
so vividly, still...

The salty ocean air on the 
tip of my tongue
as Atlantic winds blew her
ever closer to me;

and her scent-
a blend of seaweed and sand,
it whispered secrets to me 
(so...

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Want Black Magic?
Who knew I could do hoodoo?
I been doing voodoo since I was a kid in my room, dude,
Club Metz played with dolls, bruh,
Excentrix loves this nostalgia,
CrashTheGame may have caused these problems,
I don't know...

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Wearisomes travelers; who is blind and I Am not blind?!

Passing through gildeds secular anathemas open markets 
 
With countless sonorous voices calling from their ravens, hoodoo booths

Wishing to sell everyone these worldly visions amid obscures

Perverted...

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Few now look back on those times that are gone
When Hoodoo and Rudebaugh rode rough stock;
When Clantons and Cowboys carved out Tombstone
And the West was legend with Wyatt and Doc.

There's Jesse amd Frank and Youngers...

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Love Spell.        

By Pippa Gray 

He's the soul for which I wait.
I'll feed him darkest sabre grapes
and lead him to a bed of moss,
with velvet spread and moonstained...

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Wandering through the badlands
of the great south western plains
I happen upon a great assembly of
fairy spires, other worldly
wonders of rocky pinnacles
that dot the high desert landscape.

Strange oddities, these creatures
with their solemn, stony faces
staring toward the...

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Capt'n Jack ‘ere and dead I be
drowned in the Hoodoo Sea.
Fire lit the sky as we sailed by
not far from Bim’ni.

Dey say ders nothin’ strange out der
off de coast of Bim’ni.
But dey’v naught seen de...

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( to the novelist Arthur Flowers)

Ripened dreadlocks twisted of hope & filth
Ancient crevices trickle through brims of his glasses 
While his callused hands hold mystery & misery,
Any eye could see he’s a man of power
A...

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"This is the place." - Joseph Smith
(I'm not endorsing Mormonism, but I was blown away with our Utah visit last year and we'd randomly throw out that quote while we were there.)

This is the place...

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Your new bank card is on the way,
praise god for all his/her ways
if you can't beat 'em join 'em (I say)
Oh lord have mercy on me.

Relax  you've got mastercard,
New fan dangles is your fate.
No...

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A wandering heathen
compelled to wander and wonder,
clinging to the subjective notions
and half-baked personal philosophies
that evolve with each new day
and whisper with each pale night.
Away from the Kingdom Hall,
past temples more austere
and churchyards more severe
and cemeteries...

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we pass through the gates
we pass the kindergarten with it's colourful play area
we pass the primary school with the din of laughter 
we pass the middle school with the hubbub of whirlwind psychosis 

we are...

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Who knew that "Hoodoos" were here
Where 50 million year old totems appear?
An 1875 find by Ebenezer Bryce,
Sandstone spires that engage and entice.
Human shaped pinnacles of sediment stone
Ascending from canyon floors, standing alone.
Paiute powers may stir...

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Total abandonment of better understanding, unspoken fear and
wild eyed in disbelief, shadows in the cemetery, a lovers grief like the image in a broken mirror like a black cat crossing your path, blood stained tears...

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