Scrying Poems - Poems about Scrying

Crystal ball I am waiting for the smoke to clear. Once it does show me the Wood Brownie Banquet hall. Crystal ball As I recall The Queen of the Brownies was wearing a Gorgeous outfit of sheer. Crystal ball I am waiting for the smoke to clear....

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the following quite quirky epistle may not exhibit the ordinary characteristics of poetry, but i decided to share this self made challenge (where every word begins with the letter "S" - no explanation can be offered why such self cerebral torture imposed, nor what motivated me to focus on the nineteenth letter of the english...

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Sirens sounded secretly securing source. Strait sacks swooshed scamps scaling sensitive sentries (simply spayed seals) surveying surrounding staked spy sotted sham semicircular slipshod shelter. Snappy, Snippy, Snoopy suited Skyhawks surprisingly swooped somnambulant senseless scriveners. Sargent Salemander slipped shiny shimmering shellacked Sheppards Shutterfly sidearms sized simulated small skyscraper slinky, soapy, spooky squarely summoned, sentenced, sacrificed see...

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You look through the scrying glass See your life from a far away tower Does it matter if you are top of class Knowing what before you in this hour Stuck with memories of pain in past Doesn't mean your future in the past Before you turn out tomorrow light As tomorrow future is in your hand Leave behind the bitter past tonight Walk...

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And it comes to me but in the mist of a shadow....this image I see, so profound, so mysterious....moving within the darkened forest....for it is there where many secrets are hidden and passages unseen by others........

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MIDNIGHT SCRYING In the telling of the tea leaves from the light of candle flame, is the vision of the coming of more ways to stay the same. From the fragrance of more incense and the taste of sacred wine, is the knowing of the reason God will never make you mine. From the praying to the candle, in the lighted crystal ball, is a love...

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Silently sat beneath moonlight the air is sweet with jasmine's scent I look into the waters of night. Silently sat beneath moonlight and there I see you in my sight my lady hears my heart's lament Silently sat beneath moonlight the air is sweet with jasmine's scent. In scrying pools my astral flight, silently sat beneath moonlight, she takes my hand as I recite the words...

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