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Witchcraft
In wicked league with the devil,
An occultist or an enchantress,
As an old ugly woman works on evil,
Powers of divination in pythoness,
Just an imagination,
Or a harsh reality ?
A myth or a fiction,
Black magic vitality ?
Dark as inside coffin stays the troll,
Candles lit around one browser,
Crystal ball and mysterious scroll,
Her magic wand, the real dowser,
Do you expect fortune and happiness?
Health fame and huge money ?
Adieu to all evil and darkness,
Romantic life sweet as honey ?
Wizardry, sorcery, take them as just words,
Twenty first century you ought to be smart,
Fortune tellers and those tarot cards,
Would you still believe in witchcraft ?
August 17th, 2014
For contest 'ABAB witchcraft poetry' by Alfred Vassallo
There was just one time I felt unwanted,
It was after my big sister was killed;
I can still hear my mother screaming,
Poor father with his weeping that chilled.
Chilled any heart with its raw emotion,
Father could be found in a bar drinking;
Mother was depressed and took to her bed,
I was confused and just stopped speaking.
Speaking softly one day grandma took me,
I liked the farm with grandma and grandpa;
But I felt unwanted by my own parents,
I was broken and only wanted to withdraw.
Withdraw to the attic where I found peace,
It was grandma who encouraged me to write;
Write your sorrow dear heart she whispered,
I would dream of mother and father at night.
Night was full of my little girl tears falling,
Then one day mother came to the farm to visit;
She told me that father had stopped drinking,
I went to my room and hid in the closet.
Closet was so warm, dark, quiet and safe,
Grandpa said that I was going to a new house;
Father came to get me with wide open arms,
All I said, daddy can I bring my pet mouse.
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November 5, 2015
Quatrain
For the contest, How does it feel to be unwanted
Sponsor, Alfred Vassallo
SECOND PLACE
grapes under green leaves
with diamond dew drops allure us
squirrels' busy night
grapes under green leaves
with diamond dew drops allure us
gardeners' sweet smile
grapes under green leaves
with diamond dew drops allure us
eyes who pass near by
For contest:
Sponsored by: Alfred Vassallo
Give me another life
God why did you give me life and take my heart ?
Without a soul, it's a dead feigned living,
Took away my love and forced to again start ?
How tough it is if I don't have a zing,
Days don't pass and nights are long,
No emotions, having lost interest in everything,
Maybe universe calling but I can't get along,
Not to appreciate yet constant stare at sky,
As if disowned by you, I don't belong,
Why not give me dreams and wings to fly?
Abundant desires but all are dead,
Why not awaken some if not imply?
Why not erase some grief and put zeal in head,
Replace great sorrows with some of joy,
Unveil dark clouds of past to clear present ahead,
God I am your living heart and no toy,
Help me, bless me, send some sunshine,
Few sparkling moments must to enjoy,
Ecstasy warm and rich as wine,
As unfurling jubilance of flag gets dues,
Vibrant sentiments will intertwine,
God let rains wash away all the blues,
Help delicate paints mingle to give newer hues!
Written September 14th, 2014
For contest' Terza Rima on anything' by Alfred Vassallo'
I don't want to
No I don't
Want to do it
Your way
Your way
Or the highway
That's what
I hear you say
So I'll pack my bags
I'll soon be on my way
You tell me
You don't
Mean it
"Please don't go away!"
If you do it my way
Perhaps then
I'll stay
You don't want to
No you don't
Want to do it
My way
In the end
I guess that's okay
You go that way
I'll go this way
We can choose
The games we play
I'll take my ball
You keep your bat
You keep this
I'll keep that
My mind feels skinny
I think yours is fat
It seems my mind
Has split in two
I was never me
I was always you
I can't leave
What will I do?
My options limited
Yet I have
Quite a few
Tell me
Tell me
What to do.
As I wrote this I thought of my friend Freddie who seemed in
a constant battle with himself. The world is less without him
in the game. I will miss him.
(Dedication: For Freddie, aka Alfred Vassallo,
RIP, dear departed prolific PoetrySoup poet.)
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At PoetrySoup, we each pen verse;
Voice in a troupe as poets observe.
Brief passage here where poetry speaks;
Fond message cheers as muse funds peaks.
At curtain call, each soul must leave;
One last footfall for train stays brief.
Our earthly days are numbered well;
Each to end play at final spell.
Gone from this site your touching lines;
Here we recite verse strokes that sign.
Freddie the man who wrote a lot;
Your poems attend odd place and spot.
Gone from this site, no words or lines;
No verse to cite, none left behind.
You journey home from dark to light;
No more to roam through earthly nights.
Free from all pains of mortal flesh;
May you attain a brilliant flash.
May joy and peace, fine grace delight;
May love increase soul's sacred flight.
May angels bring you to fond rest;
Where love can sing sans mortal quest.
Now Jan has seen your YouTube clip;
Deep pains within on this earth trip.
We come to see your words of pain;
Rest now sweetly beyond these plains.
Leon Enriquez
30 October 2014
Singapore
Both sides of life
Depth of a loving heart,
Immeasurably truer,
Can make you rich or poor,
Both sides of life!
Shine of a peak sun,
Intensely bright,
Can make you shimmer or blind,
Both sides of life !
Attitude is all that matters,
Gala or sad,
Good or bad,
Positive or negative,
Both sides given,
Take you may whatever,
It's your pride !
Cloudy haze of sky,
Gloomy sight,
Can make you dull, others revive,
Both sides of life !
It's all about the road taken,,
Walk merrily, with confidence,
Or slowly in disguise,
Choose one ,
Why ponder on both sides ?
There will be times in life,
When it's tough to decide,
Both sides seem perfect,
Have faith in God
And enjoy the ride !
Written on 26/7/14
Contest - Both sides now
Sponsor - Alfred Vassallo
I HAVE BEEN TWO PEOPLE
I have been two people, maybe more,
devised ways to meander through the
lives of those I’ve touched.
These encounters have not all been pleasant.
I have been defender, protector, anger’s liaison,
pained deflector of the sanctimonious rhetoric
of the shameless.
I have been lover, consort, friend, mentor,
comforter and comforted, stood strong in
the face of weakness, my own and others.
I carry the beatings of life’s whipping post,
lashes applied in my youth, consequences
of lasher’s lack of conscience.
I have become a divided house that
must stand alone. I have cowered
courageously, stood defiant in cowardice.
I am the hard muscled sentinel,
sharp eyed searcher, scanning
for the signs of evil’s stealth.
I am the hands that hold a baby’s breath,
the eyes that see not what might be, but what is,
the voice that hums a gentle song of peace.
I am the steadying shoulder for the old to lean on,
the unknown snow shoveler in the night,
the song of comfort in an old man’s dreams.
“I have looked at life from both sides”,
enjoyed loves clouds and rain,
I have been two people, maybe more.
John G. Lawless
7/23/2014
contest – Both Sides Now
sponsor – Alfred Vassallo
When I was young and so in love…
I felt my heart melting with a glance.
But as I grew older and observed all I learned of…
I recognized the consequence of being askance.
When I touched another’s soul…
I knew the meaning of sincere hope.
Yet time cleared the fantasy from all I console
And I felt wave upon wave of rejection’s kaleidoscope.
When I reached out with a tender touch…
One warm hand seemed to feel my truth.
Then came a time when the silence was a crutch…
With the cold hand of miserable uncouth.
When sunlight glinted against my skin…
Warmth filled me from deep within.
But winter’s chill came with a spin…
That even the seasons only just begin.
When time passed by me with its moments…
There were changes I could not undo.
With every new dawn there was absence…
Of gentle dreams passing on through.
Without second thoughts or second chances…
Would the wisdom of age conspire to succeed?
With only those first small glances…
Would we ever reach what we truly need?
Written on July 29th, 2014
For: BOTH SIDES NOW - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Alfred Vassallo