Long Witch Poems
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"Light the fires, we hunt a witch tonight,
under the light of a pale blue moon
We're the masters of all that is right
Join with the righteous as we sing our tune"
The woman a healer, with ancient spells
Living in the forest, amongst the trees
With herbs and crystals the future she tells
She is so disturbed, by all that she sees
Why are so many, now coming for her
It's not her intention to do them harm
Within her mind the images all blur
All of the forest is under her charm
"There in the distance we can see her house.
Wrapped amongst the branches of all those trees.
We will approach as quiet as a mouse,
then like lions we will do what we please!"
She steps out the door to address them all.
"Do not approach if you know what is best!"
The leader laughs as he makes his own call.
"We are here to put a stake through your chest."
With a wave of her hand, the trees all dance.
Gnarled roots start grabbing up from the ground.
All those evil men didn't have a chance.
The forest filled with a horrible sound!
Within the wood you can see their hands.
As well as faces contorted and dark.
They chose not to listen to her commands.
Eternally entombed within the tree bark.
Disclaimer: No witches, mortals or tree's were harmed during the
writing of this poem. In no way does this poem demonstrate a
belief in the occult but is merely for entertainment purposes.
It does however show that not all who believe they are righteous
Are truly righteous. Many things in history have been done in
the name of God by truly depraved and ungodly people. They
convinced many people to follow in their paths.
You can return to earth for two days they said,
but not in that worn out body.
I knew that; and I was glad; it was almost blind,
and had a touch of dementia any way.
You have to go incognito, they told me.
They were stern, and stuck up angels,
Not the kind I was expecting to meet my
first hour in heaven. Assertive even.
Here were my body choices: fourteen year old boy,
red hair, freckles, square chin.
Eighty-nine year old body, old lady, wrinkled,
spotted hands, sweet smile, looked serene.
Or two-year-old female, blonde hair, plump and perfect.
I could not see their eyes, for the eyes do not appear
until you enter the body suit.
Two-year-olds can be dancy-prancy. But that would mean
I would have to have gatekeepers in the form of parents,
probably, and I wanted two days of freedom not naps.
Being eighty- nine did not appeal to me at all.
I have never enjoyed arthritis in my feet or a humpback.
“Fourteen year old boy,” I told them. They nodded,
being smug angels, and my self-chosen-spirit-guides for many lifetimes.
All of my relatives stared at the giggling freckled
red-haired teenage boy at my funeral.
They speculated that he had escaped from the
boys’ group home on the corner.
Every time one of them got up and said something
nice about me, the boy burst out laughing.
They did not escort him out, because weirdly enough,
he had my witch-laugh, and it comforted them.
Ever since I was a child
I fell in love with the Halloween Night
Is it not a moment so wild
One worthy of being seen as infinite
This year's halloween has me all perked up
With my own peers I would party and sup
Deep into a dark and desolate forest
Somewhere further away than civilisation's crest
I dressed as a witch
The one who was killed by Gretel
I hoped to make all those who saw me itch
Should they resist me, I would ask them for a duel
We walked down the streets
Children ran everywhere with bags full of sweets
It was a night oh so lovely
I felt like I had begun to live, oh how lovely!
We reached our destination, the lonely forest
It was so silent, nothing moved, not even the trees, the largest
We reached a clearing
And we settled for some dining!
It would have been still so lovely
But Oh how gruesome
It came from nowhere, a beast so fearsome
And made of my peers a meal so hearty
It was so huge, with eyes so red, with teeth so sharp
He let me live, for from my mouth, prayers I did warp
Then I felt it, a hand lifting me up from my near death
Taking me back to the security of home, as if giving me a new birth
Oh for a halloween, it surely is the most deadly one I have lived
My peers are gone, I hope that beast as well no more does breathe!
It seems head witch Della had a yen for a fella,
Who thought of himself as a catch.
He thought to woo her and then just to lose her,
But in Della he'd met his match.
Although she was smitten she's no new born kitten,
And she's been down this road before.
Knew he was a user, had heard his accusers,
And this little witch knew the score.
It wasn't long before he sang his song,
To another who'd caught his eye;
But she too was a witch and a bit of a snitch,
And told Della they shared the same guy.
He'd thought he'd keep her guessin' but she taught him a lesson,
And never a tear did she cry.
Her heart filled with anger, his life now in danger,
She'd cast her spell by and by.
His pleading she rejects for he is an insect,
And she won't forgive him his lies.
Now all who see him refuse to receive him.
He's no longer a man, he's a fly.
Green faced lady who owns a sweet calf
You are truly frightening my other half.
Your elongated face is much like a giraffe.
And we are both terrified of your laugh.
Green faced lady, you look like a witch.
We shudder when you come by to ding doing ditch.
I have heard that you are a tattletale and a snitch.
Your pimply face looks like it has a perpetual itch.
Green faced lady, you are more than the status quo.
I spied you in my dried-up garden, way down below.
You were chewing up my beans, the ones I would like to hoe.
How soon you will change back into a frog, we will never know.
Ditsy blonde mother of Red Riding Hood
Sent her little girl alone to the wood…
Once upon a present time
That would be a heinous crime,
Mom and grandma for neglect would be sued.
Cinderella story, of poor and rich,
Used and abused by stepmother, a witch!
The orphan’s mere breakthrough -
Lost and found crystal shoe,
Another parable of system glitch!
It gets better with a Snow White story,
Her dear stepmom’s nothing short of gory.
Epitome of chill -
To kill or not to kill.
A horror or a fairytale glory?!
And last not least, Hansel and Gretel grief,
Against good natured humankind belief,
Parents, biological -
Utterly illogical,
Kids saved by their own wit! What a relief!
The sconce opens with Mushtin and Scobell in a heated discussion about her duties and her new relationship( YinsTill is his name)
(the Well dressed woman wishes to seduce away her new lover might she become pregnant)
La cosa peggiore sono io che desidero averlo
il suo sorriso da baciare
che lei non sappia nulla
a lei il suo vantarsi di lui
e c'è un amore speciale
per cui io possa ridere e scrollarmelo di dosso
poi tutta sola
lui è mio
un sorrisetto o un sorriso
oh puttana tua
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Il peggio sono io
o dovrei osare
amare qualcuno
a cui sembra importare
il peggio sono io in queste circostanze
un bacio e un sussurro
uno sguardo giocoso
il peggio sono io
credere
che lui mi voglia bene
e non lasciarmi mai
essere così gentile
ricevere il suo amore
che mondo pensare
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Yins Till's Song
Il peggio sono io
che fingo di preoccuparmi
dell'amore delle donne
che sembro condividere
Il peggio sono io
che si sappia
in ogni tono
Il peggio sono io
che il mondo sappia
che un cattivo o un cattivo
l'amore rende tutto così
Wost is Me (ciercles,cercles)
Written By:
Cantor Scrivnota
"Bespoked"
Cantor Scrivinota
Dramma Giocoso
Due Dive e un Divo
" Grandest Show"
Haute Couture
a fashion model falls in love with
a Arch creator
but an Actress wishes
to become pregnant at the same time
that his fiancée does: in spite of anything
Her reasoning of doing is that she knew him first.
The scene is the actress holding a broom to the
woman suggesting she is a witch..
Ultra violet light is the sound of
the violens
and the woodwinds need the light
photosynthesis is heard int the flutes
down to the tubas
the percussions are the raindrops.
They hope to never expereince drought.
Il vero motivo per cui quest'opera fu scritta fu una battuta
fatta da Lord Enrico Ashton, che disse che
il modello aveva un sedere ossuto e che i due scandinavi avrebbero dovuto condividere un godemiché. He is to play the clown, he refuses to wear the waredrobe assigned to him.
He sneared with curses.
NO FEAR OF JAMAICAN JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY MARTH BREA WITCH OR THE MINUIONS PLOTTING TO MURDER ME FOR MY GRANDFATHERS HIGH HEIRARCHY IN ROME OR MY AMERICAN POETRY OR MY VIETNAM POW DISABLED HUSBAND I WILL NEVER EVER FEAR YOUR CORRUPT ABUSE OF POWER TERRORISTS THREATS IN AMERICA BACK OFF JAMAICAN SKANK YOU KILLED RASTA ANDREW MY STEP SON NAVANTE FREDLOCKS LEADING TO BLAKE BEING SHOT SEVEN TIMES IN HIS BACK WHILE SITTING IN A CAR WITH HIS THREE KIDS I KNOW ABOUT YOUR BRUTALITY EXCESSIVE FORCE BADGERING BULLYING NOW CONNECTED TO JAN 6TH ATTACK ON WASHINGTON DC ITS CLEAR YOU ARE DOMESTIC TERRORISTS ABUSING YOUR POWER 222 MY FIRST RESPONDERS FROM LAKELAND FLORIDA OH NANCY OH NANCY ORGANIZED CRIME AND CORRUPTION WHITE ELEPHANT SALE BUY SELL TRADE FLORIDA POLITICAL FROM WISCONSIN I ALSO WORKED WITH THE GANG TASKFORCE THIS ENRAGED THE GANG MEMBERS EXPOSED WITH NY BEING AN FBI INFORMANT I AM UNAFRAID OF TERRORIST THREATS FROM GANG MEMBERS FROM CATRINA BELL MCKISSICK MY FATAL ATTRACTION STALKER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY PERPUTRATING IDENTITY UPON ME SEVERE INTIMADATION DATA BREACH OBSESSED WITH NY AMERICAN POETRY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY CIMPLETE SCUM OF THE EARTH JAMAICAN DEALERS STRIPPERS FROM TAMPA IMPERSONATING ME THIS IS THE MOST EXTREME IDENTITY FRAUD SHE ARRIVED WITH AN ASSASIN TO END MY LIFE I SURVIVED SHE GREW BITTER SLEEPING WITH MY HUSBAND THREATENED MY LIFE YOU FLED TO MILWAUKEE HIS HOME TOWN CASHING CHECKS ON BEHALF OF MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY FROM ALLSTATE INSURANCE COMPANY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY GREW ANGRY AND BEGAN STALKING IN FLORIDA BREAKING IN MY HOME THREATENING MY DISABLED HUSBANDS LIFE AS WELL THIS VOODOO SKANK FROM MARTHA BRAE RIVIER IN JAMAICA I WILL NEVER FEAR THIS TRASHY SKANK I FEEL SORRY THST SHE DON'T HAVE A LIFE UNLESS SHE IMPERSONATE ME SHE'S SCUM PARASITE CANKER SORE SEEPING PUS SORRY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY YOU WILL NEVER EVER STEAL MY LIFE HENCE MY DEATH I AM AMERICAN
On Christmas Eve a call went out from the Pole.
Santa was sick, we needed a witch, faerie or troll.
Someone who could substitute and take his route.
The reindeer were on the hunt, the elves were out.
Santa panda flew in on a magic carpet with a loud brag.
I can do better than any faerie or witch, they mostly drag.
North Pole Council took a vote an appointed him for the day.
At midnight he flew off with a cocky smile in Santa’s red sleigh.
The next day, most of the children of the world were sad.
Accusing their mothers, their uncles and maybe their dads.
Of not wanting them to have presents, wails went up to heaven in threes.
For that silly Santa Panda had gotten lost, and was now stuck in two trees.
It’s Halloween and Winnie the Witch
flies on her broomstick with O’Bramovitch
mid-flight puss acquires a nasty twitch
both his nostrils flare, he begins to itch
his pitiful me-ow rises to fever pitch
shame cat's aren't fitted with an on off switch!
A Halloween black cat, folk may say is kitsch
poor Bram needs help, Winnie flies to Ipswich
landing at the home of a vet named Mitch
Mitch quickly mashes up some roasted flitch
Bram gobbles it all up without any hitch
he says his twitch and itch were just a glitch
Alas, Bram’s pre-flight meal - a Beluga sandwich
was the tasty snack which gave Bram a stitch
Mitch declares that cat caviar is far far too rich
so this Halloween treat Win will now have to ditch
Bram’s irate, caterwauling that Winnie’s a snitch
hissing all the flight back to their home in Bloxwich
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