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Warlocks, witches, wonderful woo, mysterious superior open voo doo
Misunderstood, persecuted, notorious view, garden lovers, children advocates too
Faerie tale nonsense gave them the screw;
they are often more kind than me, thee and you.
Controllers could not get them to do what they wanted them to do,
They stood up and were counted, and lead a group to
Listen to their hearts, which is always the right thing to do.
Drowning proved they were innocent, and to that I say "boo!"
Warlocks, witches, wonderful woo
Written 9-18-2018 Rhyme Battle Xi Contest
Edited for contest 10-6-2018 Sponsor: Juli- Michelle
An interesting woman
An interesting woman, a special personality, a bit tough, hm, cruel?
She talks to me sensitively, like someone who perceives everything
I know her, she has a brilliant mind, a charming, controlling personality
I like her for some reason, and I know that’s why become a friendship
She sees into my soul, I into her, but I will not be her subject of Wicca
It is strange, I long for her company, her kind words, her kindness, her goal
She is often in my head, I wonder who she is. A soul that sees there me
It's very, very good to hang out with her, she's attracted to me, and she knows it
Strange English lady, what do you want? The answer will be given in the future, that
I have been invited to a celebration,
A Midsummer Solstice says the invitation;
On June 21st the sun's power will be at its zenith,
That is scientific not just a witches myth.
The invitation asks me to bring my amulet,
There will be an altar quite elaborate;
With dried herbs, seashells, summer fruit and flowers,
And the colors blue, green and yellow have powers.
It all begins at noon when the sun stands still,
In the evening we will light a bonfire on a hill.
A candle burns all day to honor the sun,
Sun, fire we will praise you until the day is done;
In the bonfire burns lavender, sage and basil,
Many invited- from far off places they travel.
The sun gives all living things support and life,
Around the fire dancing shapes and colors rife;
Turn your face to the sun and evil falls away,
A summer solstice- oh, what an inspiring day.
Did you know Wicca is a pagan earth spirituality,
A religious craft that gives each member harmony.
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May 29, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Summer Solstice
Copyright Protected, ID 16-795-933-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written: March 12. 2025 For contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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I wonder if you cared when you cried,
I wonder if you cared apropos of your pride.
Maybe I was foolish for your narcissism,
Luxury once trumped passion and eroticism.
We are all bound by a burden of pain,
We bear suffering and raise his stain.
Amid our trials, there is no glint of hope,
In the depths of night, rebirth may grope.
You still need my avail express emotion,
I am navigating the ups and downs of devotion.
Dying is our beacon of hope and light,
the eternal path of righteousness and delight.
Signs and myths twirl in seamless discord,
Shades cover timid awe, grasps of pity chord.
Envy and resentment drove love to break,
Amid the gloom of a clique, sparkle may awake.
Witches and wizards mumble screams,
Warlocks generate visions of dragon flight.
Gypsy fortune-telling witch exudes delight,
Wicca magic casts spells under moonlit streams.
Druid chants echo through earth-based rites,
Typical magic thrives as crystal balls shine bright.
"Namaste" uttered in a cauldron of warm light,
The pendulum swings, revealing secret sights.
Acrylic nails click against the clothesline,
Rainbow fades away, but buzzkill cannot stay.
Attached to slime naturally bright day sway.
Reflect on regret while listening to forces divine.
Devilish life, oh what does this notion? Hmm, maybe evil life, or a diabolical life of bad human
I am this human, but no one thinks me a dark figure, because my style is great and my aura is bright
But this bright aura is a super shield, a perfect force field, a supernatural power of my mind, soul, and heart
Yes, it’s that, that’s why I am a famous witch, oh my life, oh, Christian life, my life is full of black magic and Wicca, black diamond and fire star
Evil life, my life is terrifying horror, dark soul, deep black space, even scarier than a black hole, indefinable cosmic world, but life
I am bad, I am wrong, I am satanic, I am demonic, I am horrific but peaceful as a lamb, I needed to be that, a Bible teacher, but my Gospel is my present life
Hmm, I wanted to be a Bible teacher, but psychologists here in London destroyed my life, because I didn’t accept their ideologies and “interesting” lives
Hmm, I sat in my room. Suffering and depression were my lifemates. Then a deep and kind male voice spoke to me. He said, I help you, just give your life
Satan spoke to me, he is the Master in my life. He lives in my heart, in my soul, in my mind.
Oh, my dear Satan, thank you for saving my life, I fly with you in space, in the sky
We are always together in the eternal, I work for you in your army, I am your man, demonic-like, can we do great things in the world, in the universe? Great games, worlds, power, and life, oh Satan! give me this life! Give me this life!
The astral eye of my astral body is red like yours and see everything, my mind becomes like yours, and will know everything, oh Master!
I want to live your life, but not alone, with another life, with my love, and we will be the first pair of people in hell, oh Master! Please, please, give us this life!
I see this woman in my dark soul. She is a bright flower, white like a bellflower, oh, Satan! Do you hear the ringing of bells in my heart? Can you feel my heart?
Please, give us this life, my life is yours, a lone soul in the infinite universe, a suffering spirit,
I have no family, and I have no stable home, please, oh Satan, give us this life!
7 Ravens
In a terrible time of famine, war, pest and inquisition,
a master Wicca giving homeless boys a apprentice permission.
They had to maintain a household in an isolated place,
working very hard to earn some recognition to face.
Collecting woods, herbs and edibles to survive
building a garden, harvesting some fields to strive.
When the moon was new the master summonsed the boys,
teaching them the art of magic, using dark power like toys.
The very same power was keeping those young men imprisoned,
some tried to run away, but got lost and ended up same place wrested.
He turned them into ravens, spying on innocent prey,
and gave them that illusion of freedom that they can fly.
The deeds of darkness had its toll and innocent hearts rebel,
they could not take the viciousness by mental means able.
The Wicca promised them the virtue of ultimate power,
focusing only onto the abuse by tragic endower.
The ravens tried to work together against the masters will,
but could not fit his evil visions to conquer the needed bill.
In disguise of 7 Ravens they had to visited villages,
creating distractions for the dark master to take advantages.
One Raven got injured during some chaotic rage,
a maiden of gentle touch, nursed the captured creature in a cage.
Not knowing that a boy is in this disguise of a bird,
and the young man was in awe of all he heard.
She was talking about a charming prince she dreamed to meet,
giving her the stillness for the loving longing as a deed.
The raven recovered and the boy’s heart was enchanted,
flying back to the brothers and the master will granted.
He told his fellows about the beauty he is feeling,
and knew it is the way to conquer all fears and controlled stealing.
They decided to fly to those villages to find some maidens of charm,
exchanging bodies to create loving features with no harm.
Soon they hearts where all full of joy and virtues abilities,
much against the masters witching capabilities.
His own manipulation fell against him by circumstance,
leaving nothing left to do, giving those young men the advance.
They swore an ode, never to use the art of dark power,
living a life with the meaning of celebrated love in any hour.
Still hearing from time to time the voice of a Crow,
sounding like the croaking noise of…. nevermore, nevermore.
Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe
during the Eves of festival
a broad shouldered man
came into or near
the Layer were Witches were said to dwell
He came there to challenge
the Goblin who made
pots in the cave
Witches, Witches ask him here
cast your spell and make him appear.
I wish this Goblin to weave my baskets
I ask you witches
to tell him and ask it!
Spear, spear, sword
and arrow.
the becks of hawks, eagles, and sparrows
said the Wicca Witches.
weave your own baskets to
use as bags
to fill with stones
so heavy one must drag.
snails, and worms, and lizards to
if we were married now we're through
mount your horse and be on your way
be gone, be gone
hear what we say!
then suddenly the goblin appeared
and challenged the broad-shouldered man.
the tumbled
and fell on the baskets and pots
the grappled rolling around
non-stop.
the broad-shouldered man
grabbed a bag
and placed on the Goblins head
to calm his mad!
he told him he'd
feed him and cloth him
if he came to
weave his baskets
the Goblin grunted
as the Broad-shouldered man asked it.
he took him off
to make his baskets
a bag over his head
they mounted the horses
and off the fastest.
Weeks later
here again they came
the witches were in any mood
for these foolish games.
they casted a spell
and the broad-shouldered man fell
and became a frog
that with a tail
the Goblin grunted
and returned to the cave
making the Witches pots
like he were there slave!
Strengthening chants --- sinister spells
To make life on Earth an easier Hell
Stuck in a book to learn and to teach
Not my place in a church to be preached
Alone in a basement --- a sacred spot
For determining Wicca --- from dot to dot
Keeping the knowledge deep inside
Not mixing knowledge with any of my pride
Regenerating heart keeps getting worse
Too many relationships the same I get to rehearse
Not doing anything but manage to cry myself to sleep
Drowning in a well with all the tears I weep
Remembering vividly what life I have led
Reminds me of who I am when I go to bed
As I lay my head to sleep
Nightmares find their way and creep
Trying to break me every day
Barely holding on --- wondering why I stay...
The festivities of the autumn equinox begin.
Wicca acknowledges this yearly event as Mabon.
The fruits of all who labor are gathered this night.
A coven encircles an old oak tree in the moonlight.
Giving thanks and praise to all spirits is the reason.
At this Sabbath, summer passes into the fall season.
The witches gather as a full moon shines in the sky.
As the summer departs, there is a chill in the air.
None in the congregation feels it, or seems to care.
Among them is my red-haired doll I see with my eye.
Sky-clad, they are not naked any moment.
They wear the moon and the stars for a garment.
Each gives me jitters with their strange incantations.
Skyward, they brandish their athames and oblations.
For this red-haired beauty, there is a growing yearning.
Never let the flames die. Keep them forever burning.
I accuse you, she yelled, pointing to those who thought her dead.
Cowards, they had sailed away after proving her innocence.
Her family was horrified, because now it meant she was a witch.
They screamed and ran away, leaving her behind. She cared not.
I ACCUSE YOU! She screamed at the men on board the ship
Her anger was a bellow across the water. A wise woman came to her.
She put her arm around her and led her to her haven in the forest.
"What is wrong with my people?" the girl asked.
"They know not, what they do," the crone said, her face was harsh
But her soul was kind. The girl sobbed herself to sleep that night.
Left in the forest with a stranger, for her family was too afraid to
Allow here back into the family. Afraid of her witchcraft.
The crone taught her how to garden, gather seeds, fix poultices.
She learned to love the forest animals, the fox, and the squirrel.
She learned what she needed to survive, which was much
As she was alone now, shunned by her family's terror of witches.