Long Witchy Poems
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All I Have in Life
My joyful 'witchy' friend
thinks only good of ev'ryone
She taught me how love works
conspires constantly with angels;
captured my soul in water colors
She's the true spirit of friendship
My two sensitive new friends
have allowed illness to intrude
and all I have to give them
are paper orchids and good wishes
and butterflies of poetry
Now I hope they listen to their inner truths
They are the reasons for friendship
Then there are my false friends
They faded like fog from daylight
They mystified me, made me feel regret
I try, to seldom think of them
For they were not friendship
I have friends who are
drama queens, they add 'delight,'
my favourite word, and often they
can be as distant as mountains
and as purposely absurd
I treasure moments with them
They are the poetry of friendship
I have friends whose children revolve,
like tiny planets, around them
I have friends filled with passion
too deep for expression
and some who never seem to lift their heads
above clouds of depression
They are the longings of friendship
I have friends whose expectations,
I failed to live out, and so they left
I have friends in far away places that
I'm always promising to revisit
I have friends with whom I share a perfect affinity
but with no time left over to spend with me
They are the lost potential of friendship
I have had really good friends, until
our lives drifted apart and all of our longing
we kept hidden in our hearts,
expressed in imaginary cards
and letters we often failed to write
They are the regret of lost friendship
For me there can be no end to the cycle
of friendships -I am certain
For all I have to live for
is my friends.
Suzanne Delaney
Eden grassy walls stood stark,
In the noble bowers, of bending day
luscious fruit-in tempestuous talk
The inaccurate gaze led them astray.
Eve with picturesque temptress voice
Put in Adam's mind the godly tyrant.
Repentance implicit in her silence
She joins the wanton seductive serpent.
Infectious with death before the fall.
crawl with silken skin on Eden grassy verge
A devil who speaks transforms into Belial
upon his wounded knees the beggar surge.
For weed and wort, paradise was thwart.
With disability, we live in the lesser part.
Erotic connotation the notion brought.
Death of paradise portrayed from the start.
A place in dive bars and witchy urinal air
We fell into something drabber and daring.
Such modern methods may yet backfire.
And generations may see lust-inducing.
A threat of the demonic realm insane pain
Haunting malady from the power of the air.
The creation reform movement formed again.
with the irresistible figure in the atmosphere.
In a dark and shadowy forest, witches dwell,
Casting magic spells and brewing potions old,
Their cauldrons bubble with a ghostly hue,
Fiendish creatures roam the woods, bewitched,
By the power of these eerie enchantresses,
Who weave their sorcery through the night.
The moon shines bright upon this eerie night,
As the witches gather in their secret dell,
With cackling laughs, they work their witchy spells,
Creating brews with herbs and roots so old,
Their wicked chants leave all around bewitched,
As they conjure up a fog of ghostly blue.
Their sinister eyes gleam with a ghostly blue,
As they chant incantations into the night,
Their voices echoing, leaving all bewitched,
The trees themselves seem to sway and dance, under their spell,
Their ancient magic rooted in tales of old,
A power that is both fearsome and enchanting.
No mortal man can resist their enchanting,
Their allure as mesmerizing as the ghostly blue,
For centuries they've practiced their craft so old,
On moonlit nights they stir their cauldrons, casting spells,
Their power so strong, they hold the forest in their spell,
And all who tread within their realm are bewitched.
Beware all those who dare to enter, for they too may become bewitched,
By the witches' charms so beguiling and enchanting,
Their hearts and souls ensnared within a dark and twisted spell,
Their minds clouded by the witches' ethereal blue,
Their fates sealed by the magic of the night,
Bound forever in a world both new and old.
But should you find yourself within this eerie forest old,
Remember to be wary of the witches' spell,
For once bewitched, you'll never leave this night,
Enchanted by their magic, so hauntingly enchanting,
Lost in a realm of shadows and ghostly blue,
Forever trapped in their web of sorcery and magic spells.
In the dark and shadowy forest, witches cast their spells,
Brewing potions old, surrounded by a ghostly blue,
Their power bewitches all who enter, in a world so enchanting
A well-worn witch flits and twists through the indigo mist.
Gloating in genius, I look at my well-read list.
Bats shaken out of their sleep, come out to dive bomb.
I toast them with my dragon breath, singing a psalm.
The witch gives me a shake of her dirty little fist.
She makes me happy with her anger. I tie down her wrist.
Her pet crow dive bombs me as I add to the pyre.
I will lash him to it also, before I set the fire.
Do you think you are being too cruel? Little dragon asks me.
I roll my eyes, happy as I could ever and I mean EVER be.
My mind is made up. I am getting rid of all this garbage today.
My children are so crazy about these video games they do not want to play.
Halloween Horrors is the first video game to toss.
Followed by Witchy Wind Chimes and Ghost Busters by Ross.
I smile at the icons as they are deleted from my phone.
Now we can be a family again. Is that a ringtone?
Written: 9-13-2019
Contest: Welcome to My Random World
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Witchy Patty’s bulbous nose smelled smoked toad and horse livers.
Anticipating their sweet taste gave her the salivating quivers.
If they had bat’s tongue and owl’s beak she knew she’d get the shivers.
This insanely tasty fragrance was wafting up the entire length of Six Rivers.
As she flew her broom over the woods she got a quick peep
Of her craziest most unrelated cousins riding red and brown sheep.
She got so excited she gave a giant whoop and a giant airborne leap,
Falling off her broomstick, and landing next to them in a crumpled heap.
Her cousins raced toward her cackling; it was hilarious at first.
One of them honked her by her nose; another stole her pink clasped purse.
Little LuLu Witch was the first to finally begin hollering for an ER nurse.
They had actually filed Witchy Patty’s death. Frankly, there is nothing worse.
The witches finger
When night time falls on Halloween if you`re near the woods don’t linger
For if you stand to long this night you`ll feel the Witches finger.
It`s long and crooked with a pointy nail its skin is rough and grey
It comes alive on Halloween night but dead and black by day.
She wakens up but once a year from her cold and icy tomb
Then she sharpens up her nails and sits upon her broom.
She screams a deathly cackle as she adorns her Witches hat
Then summons from the depths of hell her big black evil cat.
It stretches and it yawns with its mouth so big and fat
Then gobbles up the cobwebs and the spiders from her hat.
With jagged teeth and razor claws and a pair of fiery eyes
It sits upon the Witches knee as they take towards the skies.
The crypt doors they burst open as her finger points the way
She`s hunting for some victims before the break of day.
She`s flying through the night sky with evil in her eye
She’s hunting for lost children as she passes by.
She needs to be replenished with her heart as dark as coal
She’ll put her finger on your chest and steal your mortal soul.
So when you’re trick or treating in your Halloween disguise
Don’t wander in the shadows where the witchy has her eyes.
Don’t go down dark or unlit lanes where children should not be
Stay in the light stay with your friends where you can clearly see.
But when a shadow falls across the moon and you hear the witches scream
Your legs are frozen to the spot and you pray it’s just a dream.
Her dark cloak flutters in the wind her broomstick whooshes by
She has rotten teeth a crooked hat and she only has one eye.
So hold on tight and run for the light and do not be a hinder
Because if she catches up with you you`ll feel the witches finger.
THE END
I suppose,
as a pretentiously self-uberespecting Wise Elder,
I should be alpha-embarrassed to admit
my youngest son,
unable to speak or even sign,
unable to even successfully chew and swallow food,
unable to walk without warm-embraced assistance,
is also my guardian angel.
Without him
I would undoubtedly forget
each day and night
is a re-newing challenge
to laugh with others' screeching terrors
and shared miseries of sobbing tragedy,
to listen patiently,
maintaining eye contact as best you can,
as long as necessary,
appearing to actually be interested and following,
or, even better,
actually become totally immersed in hearing
resonance and dissonance and timbre,
resolution and irresolution,
rhythm and patterns of song and dancing relationship
and absence of healthy co-relationship,
all before we speak,
or squawk,
as in the case of my guardian angel,
Who also occasionally graces us with shared laughter
about how silly we all are together,
or how great the front porch breeze feels
up against the birdsong.
My nearly egoless zero-sum WinWin mentor,
my youngest sacred graced perfection son.
How would I ever have survived his sister,
who is my Egyptian Princess AlphaPharoah BiPolar *****,
in a kind of a Nubian DiPolar Witchy Wu-Wei,
if you know what I mean.
Kind of like living with a five-year-old Donald Trump
if he were also a fifteen-year-old transexual
with bipolar oppositional ***** disorder.
I just read that to my guardian angel.
He didn't think that was funny,
so I thought I would share it with you,
while he's still listening,
in his guardian angel graced way.
We each take only what we yang and yin need
and do our best to cooperatively re-invest
all of it,
including the ecopolitical ****.
her power is in her finger tips
she is concentrating, with closed lips
there is intent in her half smile
if you are scared, better run a mile
for witchy woman flies on a broom
she can catch you with a simple zoom
her eyes are black, her hair is red
she can conjure a spell to raise the dead
her incantations are right and strong
she has the force, she can’t go wrong
witchy woman, you scare me a bit
your familiar Cat stares me with a hit
you are formidable, not unassuming at all
Your cauldron is full, your spells are a call
I am terrified when you get down to biz
Your incantations better than a whiz
your power is vast, your stare is lighting
frankly, woman, you are a bit frightening.
Look at me, no hands! Said Witchy Randing.
She could ride a broom while standing.
The other witches did not dare to try.
Watching her zoom high up into the sky.
Her familiars were holding on mighty tight
A crow, an owl, and a smug cat, all white.
Witchy Randing held her arms up tall and wide
Feeling mystically powerful all inside
she felt as if she was one with the wind
confident flying fish, prettily finned
the crow gave a caw, the owl threw out a hoot
cat snorted and gave off a dainty feminine toot
Look at me! No hands! She yelled to the sky
Silver stars smiled with nary a try
She rode her broom to another planet serene
The last time the four of them were ever seen.
Her pale, porcelain skin, a bright contrast to her raven hair
That fell about her shoulders, in a curly flair
Her bright eyes, that ensnared me so
Were they hazel, or emerald green, I do not know
Her ruby smile, those wicked lips, that kissed my heart
The turned down look, and the adventure did start
Her shoulder exposed, the neckline leading down
I remember so clearly now, her eyes were a golden brown
She had a curvaceous waist, that made me sway
I tried to see more, but at her belly, my gaze did stay
I forced my unwilling eyes, to embrace her shapely legs
They started at the rump, and led all the way to sex
My mind a haze, my world a daze
I remember now her wicked ways
Her arms encased me, while my world collapsed
Falling ever more, till my heart was trapped
Our love would last forever, it would seem
I remember so clearly now, her eyes were brilliant green
Her tender touch, was a cutting knife
Digging in her nails, she gave me life
And in a flash, our everlasting love was gone
After a year and a day, our precious time was done
Her soft and tender glow, was turned so soon from me
I remember so clearly now, her eyes were blue as the bluest sea
Forever until eternity, my heart lies entombed
Within the walls of a love, that is sadly doomed
Will it rise once more I ask, like the fiery phoenix
Oh I hope and pray, to my lady, the Goddess Nyx
Return to me, my raven haired girl
With the witchy eyes, and skin of pearl
Return to me, my angel of light
I pray, my Goddess of the night