ALCHEMIST INFLUENCER-:-
mysterious
hype-ster
transformer
changing
malleable
to GOLD NECROMANCY
buzzing
social
sorcery
thaumaturgy
attracts
with STRATEGIC TRANSMUTATIONING
ambassador
curating
dwimmercraft
protoscientificist
niches
NATURAL, FEMALE she is poetry's core
A ROMANCE of the ages, now burned
But SEASONED SAGED to see what's in store,
New PAGE turned, lessons returned
She longs for the spew, the geyser's might
MA-GIVER of FIRE and true desire,
Soft as a woman holding the light,
Wet with the dew of the Amazon's pyre
WATER breaking, making draughters
To currents of talk, a blue blood stream,
Flumes flow below where futures expand
A broad expanse, a waking dream,
NECROMANCY on shifting sand
RHEOLOGY charts the change we know
MIDASOREAL touch, a golden sting
PUNCTURING darkness where seeds now grow,
NANOBOOMS echo as life takes wing
BIOLOGICALCOLOSSUS starts to creep,
BURROWING deep, the pulse we trace,
ELECTROGRAM where secrets sleep,
RAPIDPHOTOSYNTHESIS finds its space
A RUFFLE then a CHEW_SPIT, GUSH,
NANO_FISH swim, then ANALYZE we must,
IMBUE the worth that can be found,
DRESSED TO THRILL, returning dust to dust
EARTHEN MOUND, humblaia, mistress,
MATRIMONIAL HONEYMOON SEASONED ROUNDS, RUSH IN, the BY and BY
in a birthritten trust, where variety abounds
WHERE WE ARE FOUND,
EarThen Eye OfMined
Cleanse thyself in the black river.
A violent current, poisoned by radiation.
Let it absorb your waste.
Thou hast proven thyself.
Ambition, determination, and rage.
Now, arise from this sludge.
You lacked focus,
you were easily distracted.
But now, that glorious purpose has awoken.
As the river disappears,
there stood the fearless prince,
casting necromancy across the lifeless soil.
An army built on foundations of determination,
skeletons with unfinished ambition,
and the mighty prince,
consumed by the rage of shadow and flame.
Cali is a descendent of Babylonians
She practices necromancy
conjuring spirits of her ancestors
her rituals and spells are world-renown
bullies who misunderstand despise her
they fear her visions and insights
she often foretells what comes to be
This terrifies those who cannot
Ignorance often courts violence.
Cali’s spiritual guides warn her of the bullies
She escapes their ignorant pitchforks
Praying for their spiritual enlightenment
Pure necromancy
Quintessential spells and elixirs
Warlock is in awe of the seasoned witch
He stays his distance, and in hiding
Fearing her mastery of mysticism and sorcery
My devilish mausoleum painted
with bloodcurdling remains
Cobweb gives spine-tingling
in mummified body
Tonyx
The knowledge of necromancy
- unknown X ?
Macabre beasts, tyrannize
a world of exorcism
Anti depressants !
The galaxy grows cold and poor
GoRe, gorE ... GoOOOre
- destroy the planet
Haunted xanadu didilduX
my enewed refreshed resolve sparkles
like copper, aluminum, silver, gold, sequins
nourished by necromancy, I blaze toward victory
disregarding the naysayers, Shale and Granite
They lost their sparkle a long time ago, in the dark ages
I soar toward the path of freedom, loving my pure glitziness.
More alive than I have ever been.....
Sea of a form of Love,
formed of chemical
offspring of the deep,
pairing event, triggered to emotional release or equivalency.
Pops up like a romantic mystery
of awakened beauty
sleep of miracle, ability
that has it's own kiss alarm and timing of
when it leaks,
or thinks, you need
a revisiting.
Stored as treasure, that
sings of entranced ledger,
paper,
ink,
key drawing of doors of your identity.
Plugged in reserve of lifeline cable of stores,
broadcasts UrHtz radio signalling
your soul's more more encore encore.
To rerun as a Premiere snapshot in movie of an
intrinsic shiver-dance
of links of a core programming.
Not by chance but design of emotions,
connections
to every single damned thing.
Reflects reflections mirror of mystery direction by necromancy- electrode- brewery as Frankenstein
muckery
in the making a living creature,
rune sealed Mummy,
of take that feeds.
Given as a gift
But seen as punishment
He clothed them in skin
Bound with animal
To roam in fear
Manifesting man's sin
Self-preservation
Defensively moving
To find a place of rest
Knowledge for longing
That reached to take
What was NOT given or blessed
Insolence identifying
Pride roaring about
Against authority
Necromancy of old
Connecting the worlds
To gain the final majority
S...K...I...N...
Meant to be shed
For clear, strong connection
Moving in freedom
With FATHER LOVE
Ending possibility of insurrection
Do you still have SKIN...
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-13-2022
Many Gentlemen fancy Nancy
But for one Nancy kept her fancy:
Thirty- year old Gilbert Tansi,
Whose meeting with her had been chancy…
The- Interested-in-Necromancy,
Near a cemetery his tenancy;
Now, Nancy wants him “Necromancer”,
Leave his Hotel job as Hot Bouncer;
If Tansi does so, he’s paid her price:
Indeed, from Hollow Cup thrown Best Dice…
Nancy with Cancer might soonest die
But would still want his kisses like Pie:
A Necromancer- Necrophilia
Would match a Deceased Nymphomania.
Sporting in lightening spell bounds of nature
Caressing the coolness of the peaceful sky
Worthy stake embellish wings adventure
Cordially exploring weather so bright
Two placed up on high heaps wings sojourn
Innate drives mount the hope cum disturbed winds
Fright of possible fall is thereby spurn
They are the airborne rocking the headwinds
Masterminds of the muse behind aircraft
That clothes human envies to flying
Through necromancy braced up in witchcraft
Beyond imaginable horizon
Both enjoys the openness that caress the grace
Which journeys them along peacefully in space
In the methane blue
of Neptune’s stew
I wildly whip my wind lasso-
a-hunting for the Dragon of the Cloud!
Through icy fleece
I stalk the beast,
a thousand miles an hour at least,
beneath this sapphire atmospheric shroud.
I’m born of wind,
and thickly skinned-
with Neptune’s swirling vortex twinned.
I hurry hard and bellow out aloud!
To catch him fast
and so at last
undo his necromancy past,
and join again the nation of the proud!
A couplet's not all frills and fancy
Substance is needed, not necromancy
October 17, 2021
Your Best Rhyming Couplet, #3
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
Naught for the Faint in Heart
Harrowing bloodcurdling decapitations, decomposing cadavers, and spine-tingling minions of apparitions,
that unravels in this gothic horror too spooky for the sane,
a haunted house wizard's necromancy as orbs creeps out the culled to unnerving extreme conditions,
with levitations abound as specters possess those they drain,
a witch incantations o'er boiling cauldron with the eyes of newt, whorling bats, hooting owl renditions,
arched black cat hissing as the mangled mouse shrieks wane,
hair-raising tools of chainsaws, pitchforks, guillotines, scythe, thumbscrews, and fatal games of volitions,
petrified palpitations immeasurable to read a pulmonary vein.
2020 October 30
*5th Place*
8 Lines of Spooky Rhyme
~~Tania Kitchin
What necromancy is this sorcerer said.
Realizing his son could conjure up the dead.
No voodoo at all Fred said, his emotions lead.
Embarrassed he was caught, his face was red.
Did you learn this trick from your Grandpa Ned?
No from you, Daddy, little wizard said.
Paternal pride filled the sorcerer’s head.
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