Long Witches Poems
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Be especially careful on Halloween,
gather your children and rest serene,
for evil tenderly traces the darkness.
Tales tell what hides in darkest night,
witches fly dart-like in darkened skies
vampires that watch us with hungry eyes
those inhuman beings with unnatural reasonings,
who pounce with sudden, malicious impulse,
drawn by innocent breath and pulse.
Has anyone taken the time to explain
that witches are poisoned by sugary things?
Skittles, chocolates and marshmallow goo,
are toxins to werewolves and vampires too.
Simple exposure to sweets, like candy corn
will cause their skins to bubble and burn.
If you go out, to trick-or-treat - go with intent
- your lives may well depend on it.
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Songs for this:
Me and the Devil by SOAP&SKIN
I Want Candy by Bow Wow Wow
Once, inquisitors would torture a witch
and strip her naked down to the last stitch.
And fear in the people reached fever pitch
encouraged by the clergy and the rich.
It's like scratching that unreachable itch
crushing skulls of succubus that bewitch.
And procuring an informant or snitch
the church used faith as a means to enrich.
Burnt alive or hug, so's to watch them twitch
practiced for centuries with naught a glitch.
Finally, attitudes began to switch
and today, witches fill an occult niche.
With a witch, an itch, a glitch, and a twitch,
the war on women runs without a hitch.
Subjugated women are labeled B*tch
raped murdered and disposed of in a ditch.
(Monorhyme)
10/24/2019
Itch, witch, glitch or twitch Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
Suddenly, a vapid, rainy chill
Gives rise to woodsy fungal growth.
Make a potion large enough to fill
A cauldron, or grate pot, or both.
Tomorrow night brings us Hallowe'en.
On this night we will meet in nature.
Invisible, we'll gather here unseen.
Beware you ghosts, your spirits we may capture.
He-he, he-he. See the waxing moon?
We'll recall the clouds and bring back gloom.
He-he,he-he. We'll serve this food from our cauldron's spoon,
And then we'll eat this feast by Philton's tomb.
And to mortals entering our space,
If you feel a vapid, haunting chill,
Please understand we only ask for grace.
Our seance group won't return until
The mushrooms grow again in woodsy place.
The goblins were getting the house ready for Halloween night
They had placed their creaks and crevices with sounds of fright.
The jack-o-lanterns were lit, glowing with eerie all-knowing smiles.
The trick-or-treaters would be coming to the porch with big smiles.
The witches had made a potion that would give them a scare.
The gargoyles were in their places, puffing up in the night air.
October thirty-first had never been more compellingly eerie.
This house especially was deemed spookiest by Mrs. McLeery.
She had brought her children last year and left decidedly fast.
After a poltergeist hit her with a Dracula bite and a blast.
Our house was haunted by much worse than mere ghosts.
To many spiritual entities and demons we were the hosts.
You never knew when you stepped foot on our creaky old porch
Whether you would get a face of kerosene or merely a blouse scorch.
We did not know either, we were mere goblins and such.
But we do know a lost girl has been twenty years alive in our hutch.
There are weird things happening on this night of all devilish nights.
We see so many frights, and treacherously weird sights upon sights.
It is Halloween, so sit back and relax and stay home if you are scared.
Because this is the night for children to be quartered and pared.
Pumpkins carved and treat’s prepared
With costumes risky as we dared
Ghostly white sheets, hats and bats
Those scary witches with their cats
Apple bobbing is a fun autumn game
So it's trick or treats that we all proclaim
Travel in groups for the best effect
And always show upmost.l respect
Take with you adults, it's important you see
Not everyone likes it, not like you and me
Houses that decorate won't mind a visit
If they have a poster their wishes are implicit
Those who provide you with sweets and treats
Cakes, biscuits and all those nice eats
They make it special, on All Hallows Eve.
Pleases and thank you’s they must receive
Books, the paths to worlds that lie beyond our reach,
Great, important lessons they do teach -
Oh, to sit and read in nooks
On witches and crooks!
Man’s best friends -
Books
Style depends
As can be said by mooks -
"They are gold compared to looks"
Deep wonders will be unearthed in each!
Books, the paths to worlds that lie beyond our reach.
Andaree
Witches do not wear green I told the little blonde thing.
She had swept in on a broom with a ring-a-ding-a-ling.
Laughing at my absolutes, she stuck her tongue out at me.
She is your idea? Trixie, my muse asked with a bit of glee.
She came from my imagination, I admitted, but I do not know her.
The little witch did a fancy no-hands trick and gave us a purr.
She sounds like a cat, I would watch out if I were you, Trixie said.
I picked up a pencil and began drawing to get her out of my head.
I will just draw her up fast, I said to almost no one at all.
She did a few extra loop-de-loop tricks, but in no way did fall.
Let’s just ink her up, Trixie coaxed me, I knew she wanted to paint.
Of course I made her green, in honor of St Paddy’s day, Saint.
Lost in echoes of darkened time
dampened, dithering, dazed
wet withered witches mime a dime
fearful, I’m mazed or crazed
Calling Divinity, voicebox shut
eyelids glued, nostrils stuffed
lips zipped with copper thread
eardrums worrisome waned
Where are chiming confluent clocks
highways and internet ?
shadows dim whisper, “badly blocked,
pointless you bet, get set !”
Surely I paid every debt
learnt my lessons very well
trusted faith, no futile fracas
rose from every slothful rut ~
LOST, part of adventurous life
to find own lucid laws
undoing inner sceptic strife
opens all barred doors …
Skipping thoughts across gelatin rings.
Into the reservoir of Lethologica
freezing-mirror- reflecting.
Nothings back to me.
What once was so lucid, liquid transfusive, a free flowing mainline of Offering, conducive to something.
A hopeful seminary seminar.
Priestly Dreams: Turned Cold:
WaxingColdOfPrisonOfShielding
Unseen:PulseStar Bard
Hands:Snatching Shards of Fleeced Gold, of my mind as a drunkard reeling.
I looked to the Sky:
Milking the udder of strange new Principality:As Abductee
Parseic layers onsites-between.
Exposed:Exposing
Themselves:In HiveMind
DemonsTake-AI-Host, Coast to Coast, raping with frequency
The Dark Spectrum:
E Spells:Algorecium
Ghost in the Machine:
Seizing Domain:Leasing Pay for Plug and Play
While Silicon Valley burns
Fires rolling, dancing, caroming pyres of turning man, mid-orgy
Free-Association, only for the initiated, the initialized agenda
Mitigated, pseudo-pre-arbitrated
Alarm set to 1 minute to midnight, alarming, arming Mercenary
LiberalMalefactorial
Mine Crypto ID farming:not arbitrary, quite the Contrary
Derision, division, blurred vision.
Monopolistic-air-intrusion.
From the Dragon of Old
Tele-InPrompt-To-talking point decisions, prepared by The Institute that gives The Institutions asylum and Island screams
In Thunder-Domes beneath Catacombs.
Windows, gateways and corridored rooms become alleyways and byways and by the way...boom
Of trafficking everything dark, everything that can be found in a deal of a backroom or redroom
Mad Max-Headroom meets Terminator meets in the middle,
Of Pentagram
A Witches Platoon on the deserted battlefield of treasonists and the FBook-A-wall
Controllers of the atmosphere, Dune, expand the disband, gasp, sprawl
These dry bones will be awakened soon.
Why wouldn' t you expect it?
Shifting sands, sifting uncover truth.
In fact the Vultures of Man's Desert will Direct It.
DUNE
Destruction, thy name is wrath!
By God, do the math!
Walk thee down the warrior's path?
Take a bloody bath!
Chunks of bodies broken?
A fight! To reason stand!
What hath Hell awoken?
O Hel, call thy warband!
Twilight of the elder race?
Blast off into space!
Tortoise, polish carapace!
For agony brace!
What goals see tomorrow?
I'll bet I know a few.
Beggar, can ye borrow?
O money lenders, mew!
Thunder, roll for pity's sake!
How much can we take?
O for vampires on the stake!
Heart within all, break!
Dragons move in armies?
Only once in a while.
Witches, cast thy charm, please.
What need have we of guile?
Moving on? Just sac the pawn.
Blow the end a kiss.
Morning, hast thou need of dawn?
Serpents, time to hiss.
Choices. How they haunt us!
Another place and time!
Bongo drums for blunderbuss?
Cold confusion. Crime...