Long Potions Poems
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Verse 1)
Witches roam in cloaks of black,
Mixing potions out back.
Ghosts float in with shots of rum,
Skeletons bangin’ on a drum!
(Chorus)
Hey hey, shake them bones,
Rock that graveyard, rattle those tones!
Spin that broom and lose control,
We’re rockin’ with the undead soul!
(Verse 2)
Skeletons slide in two by two,
Clickin’ heels and tappin’ shoes.
Jack-o’-lanterns flash that grin,
The party’s wild come on in!
(Chorus)
Hey hey, shake them bones,
Rock that graveyard, rattle those tones!
Spin that broom and lose control,
We’re rockin’ with the undead soul!
(Bridge)
Broomsticks parked out by the door,
Vampires passed out on the floor.
Bartender laughs, “Just one more?”
Ain’t no night like this before!
(Chorus)
Hey hey, shake them bones,
Rock that graveyard, rattle those tones!
Spin that broom and lose control,
We’re rockin’ with the undead soul!
(Tag / Outro)
Now the clock strikes half past three,
Graveyard crowd still swingin’ free.
If you hear that ghostly moan
It’s just the sound of dancin’ bones!
Chapter and Verse
Borrowed words
Overdue loans
On faded words
Tears melting ink
Wisdom's die
Collection time
Bankrupt soul
With no words to share
Overdue books
Wine splashes the pages
Of my mind
Melancholy whispers to me
Here, here
The past sings me a song
Withered books
Our collective memories
Buried in the pages of history
Sad Chapters
I danced
I drank
Love and wine
Penelope Sosa
Stole heart and mind
Debts paid
Her beauty refined
Lonely betrayal
I dine on sad chapters
As wine still splashes the page
The last Verse
Mathematical potions
Equations that dream
A soft kiss lade upon my sleeping heart
Is it you? Is it you that lightens my soul?
Spread your wings for me
I shall smell the sweet scent
Of your poetic juices
As we lay entwined
Inside the last verse
Love's the key that can unlock every door:
giving you access to another's heart.
Yet, to a hopeful soul, it's so much more:
without love, forever dreams drift apart.
I pity those who have never known love:
it is the pentacle of emotions.
And can lift souls to the heavens above,
or drown lonely hearts in tear-filled oceans.
Shaping two hearts till they fit like a glove:
love's stronger than hope, or magic potions.
And strengthens its bonds should push turn to shove:
for love's more than going through the motions.
Without love, you're only half of a soul:
and though you're alive, you'll never feel whole.
Shakespeare was a famous man
Known in every single land
For writing the greatest stories
Leading him to lots of glories
So I will try the best to do
An interpretation just for me
Of a quote that says so much
As I add a unique touch
IF YOU PRICK US DO WE NOT BLEED
It is so easy to read
In between those words and find
This world needs to be more kind
And not hurt or injure others
We are all sisters and brothers
So don't make us bloody red
Stop this hate, lets make it dead
IF YOU TICKLE US DO WE NOT LAUGH
The best medicine is in this craft
Smiles are a way to show
Love and friendship as we grow
So use it every time you see
Someone who's in misery
A laugh will go a long long way
To brighten up a dreary day
IF YOU POISON US DO WE NOT DIE
Maybe everyone should try
to kill poisonous acts before
It's used to even up a score
Lets kill off all these bad notions
Of using poisonous potions
And try caring for a while
Instead of callous and so vile
IF YOU WRONG US DO WE NOT REVENGE
We need to take a stand and send
A message revenge is not
A good action and to start
Righting wrongs by saying I
Will find another way to try
Fixing problems without any
Pain or sorrow, there is plenty
Of approaches to be taken
Like talking it out and hand shakin'
Lets be smart and know there is
Something more if we can give
A little thought to all we do
This world has a chance to pull
Through all the bad and horrid things
That people in this world can bring
(Intro)
Hello……..my friends.
(Chorus)
It’s nice to see you
After all this time……..once again
Where has the time gone off to
Are our memories of yesteryear
Still as fresh as the lingering pain
that flows like a sorrowful tear
Must we keep our emotions at bay
hidden securely behind a cerebral barricade
that’s built up behind a facade
started decades prior to yesterday
(Verse 1)
It’s anger that goes deeper than the oceans
It’s the splatter pattern on the wall
It’s the buried and pent-up emotions
that destroy everything like a raging flood
It’s the rage down the hall
t’s the satin sheets drenched in blood
(Chorus)
It’s nice to see you
After all this time…. once again
Where has the time gone off too
Are our memories of yesteryear
Still as fresh as the lingering pain
that flows like a sorrowful tear
Must we keep our emotions at bay
hidden securely behind a cerebral barricade
that’s built up behind a facade
started decades prior to yesterday
(Verse 2)
Smoking and drinking away life’s bitter potions
Like the needle to the groove,
That repeats the same stagnant track.
Never moving forward, always pulling you back,
through a life that you struggle to improve,
as you wither away in the putrid mud
Lyricists Inc.
D.A.P. / Digital Analog Productions
David A. Porter
9/13/17
Wizard Dream Feather
Four ancient stone cups filled with potions
Distinctly different spells filled to the top
Consumed by a bearded, ancient, wrinkled man
Downed from left to right in perfect sequential order
Down to the wizard mystic world enchantment spot
Old man breaths in powdered breath of blue
Above a pewter plate of silver gray
Molecules take on the magic of the mystic dish
Commingled atoms swirling
Wood table brightly lighted in the lab/library room
The dream feather comes from within
Hovers above the empty saucer sacred air
From nothing appears a spark of life
Nowhere in nature is it found but floating there
Empty plate displays a bird like invention clear
Plume curved slightly up and tall takes form
Stands two inches high in full rotation slow
Spiral like, soft on the edges brown and light
Scarlet red fills in the feather center
Neon yellows round out the shape
The lesson of the day is full deduction
Where does this rare duck specimen belong?
What is the origin wright or wrong?
This ornithological exercise still to be determined
Measured to conclusions on feathered strength
Wizard dreams puzzle to that end
A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until
he begins to blame somebody else—John Burroughs
Blame
Underneath a belt of stars in stratosphere’s arena
There, blood rushes within each lover’s heart
Veiled by the silky fibrils of the cortina
A solid dome in the deep vast expanse, heaven’s vault
Ever debuts Dante’s Paradiso,
Where angels fear to tread, far off and away
they stay from the milky orb, be it so, and instead,
for fear of the mid-night’s enticing allure, and
love’s lasting doom, they…
Blame the Moon
Orion rises in the Orient East,
it sets in the wide Occident West
Antares only rises once Orion sets, vice versa!
Spellbound, forever severed, and a lunar eclipse longing
An affair’s unrest, not potions nor a test or curse, ah
Their quest to finish weakened minds
Seduced by halos ivory glow in twilight
Lusting mortals, passionate kinds
Held captive, never to unite ‘neath
the pearlescent orb’s sheen at midnight
Gold-leaf doors unbarred, luminous lune art
Seduced as pleasing colors meld white to blue
Ere a raging tempest rips apart the seether
Empyreus, quintessence, searing crimson love they’ve fallen into
True Aristotle’s aether
in bloom,
Hark! Blame not each other…
Blame the Moon!
The Trolls of NeighCassier smiled
as they undermined.
They acted sweet and welcoming
:but they were mean and rude and
unkind.
The evaluated situations with
prowess and assortment and hust
they made enemies of the dwarfingdores
and smuggled there squashes and stuff.
There women acted like witches
there men were shy and mean
they raided fields in the evening
and at night
they'd wear twigs to be unseen.
Potatoes and zucchini were
field sweets
they'd take from the farmers fields.
They help themselves to the smoked fishes
that were smoked and cured on reels.
When the witches of Worsten
thristed for love and drink
they dress as there lovers
and rub there faces with garlic
so they'd stink.
They'd consort to make evenings
where men would dance and sing.
They corner potential lovers
with potions and spells
and things.
One rubbed a toad on
a trolls lips and asked him to kiss him
beneath the wreath.later on in the evening
when he was drunken and sleep
they'd go on to the homestead
and smuggle his hogs
and sheep
Toadwart he'd awaken
and not remember a thing
to find his livestock
and treasures
were taken he
would think he was jinxed.
To stay weary of the demons
he'd tie Ruppler bark
around a string
to thew it in the yards
of the witches
to had lofted him
with not ah thing..
Curses: curses he stand
there yelling.
While witches
mused and laughed.
Cooking up the grub
acting whorish and fass.
He promised he'd be redeemed
and cursed them with
a spell.
Then he left them heartbroken.
And went where Sorcers dwell.
"Eric's Second Fundamental Theorem of Love"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Love is....two minds plus two hearts
It's you plus me to the first power, there's no division in this part
It's the sum of two Souls, this equation is the best
It's the quantity of you and I, minus all the rest
It's respect and compassion over spells and potions
It's when you divide all the negatives, and integrate the quotient
It's the only thing that's given in any ship's relation
And only a well-calculated attempt will balance It's equation
It's emotion and devotion intersected by stress and pain
And It's only calculated naturally so it always yields a gain
It's a bi-product of lust or sisters and brothers
And It is always squared in the eyes of a mother
It's Faith Times Forgiveness, The Product Of The Word
And in It's simplest form, the bees and the birds
It's my blood, sweat and tears raised to the power of you
And since we both give it to all, it is inversely received by just us two
It's the rate of instinct, the highest power of dedication
It's The Derivative Of God, our Angle Of Elevation
To me, It's only known as you, the constant known as my better half
It's not hard to figure out, are you ready to do the math
Ink of life cannot bleed for eternity,
so I place dried petals in between,
crucial chapters of my memoirs.
When we stop breathing poetry,
our crestfallen pen, left in silence -
where do we poets go?
Is there a special place,
where the ink flows forever,
like waterfalls of mercy -
where thirst quenches
through poetic potions.
Releasing unspoken words -
can you hear the messages?
Floating in the tepid breeze,
brushing against your face,
forming goose pimples.
When our spirits make love to poetry,
we radiate like rays of sunshine
warming the world.
We do not speak poetry,
it whispers to us,
like spotlights in the sky,
soothing scars upon the moon.
When we cry poetic tears,
we pour like raindrops,
refreshing seasonal blossoms.
Our muse battles storms,
like lilac lilies in the snow.
We illuminate like a timeless rainbow,
absorbing all spectrum of vibrancy.
Glistening after clouds clear,
from red to yellow to green.
We the word collectors,
soul connectors,
forever weaving like
spiders spinning cobwebs.
What becomes of us
when our pen's shadow
no longer appears.
We may never write the perfect poem,
but poetry reminds us we are alive -
as our words become immortal.
Simple Musing
Silent One
25 November 2020