Seance Poems - Poems about Seance

“The Seance” It was macabre you see, we were all summoned, and therefore found ourselves in the front parlour of Ballylee; In our dreams we thought we were poets of fabulous notoreity, the head ghoul set us straight on that. The planchette was placed just so below all underlings’ fingers gathered lightly sat, while only one was given the Master’s pen and through automatic powers...

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The sun was blinding but not as much as your rounded oceans Sparkling like a firecracker Like the first tinges of a lighter Hold it up to me and see my eyebrows twitch As the footsteps hitch And I raised a glass to the great unknowns But I didn’t mean this And your alcoholic whispers Turned...

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The air was damp inside the house, chill creeping through the walls Swags and Tails with dusty eyes seep through the faded falls. The garish group sat silently hands splayed upon a table square Whilst the caller whispers low and weak, “Is there anybody there?” They wait and listen in the dark then shake in startled...

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october octave seasonable spirit speaks held by halloween ghostly gibberish a disembodied spirit a spooky séance...

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“The Séance of All Things” Fingertips touch lightly receptive of all, open to messages from Beyond receptive of all, open to messages in our dreams elemental, we meet magic speaks underwater, the séance of things what is written, heard and received 3 (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) Lux Vitae ljb mlb-klb-llb “Underwater”, Sun’s Signature / Elizabeth Fraser https://youtu.be/e0f-gwU5dhI "...what are thunder and lightening to fearless girls who are used to carrying entire storms and...

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Energy pranced into the room at a rapid clip Window slammed shut Items lifted off shelves, into the air Whooshing of the wind heard in my ears Swirling inside crystal ball transmogrified into her face She began accusing me of things I did not do I understood then what my unrest was all about I have a traitorous sister who lies about...

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Beside midnight's minting bare branches Dead fingered messages on bedroom pane scratches Four awe struck teens oija board captured Followed fast spelt results, from rock star sanctioned ...

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The minds assembled of the hard-edged kind Sidewalks teeming with gawkers curious, lined up to witness a 'seance,' a freak show unprecedently cruel Would Helen Keller be maligned, now she's not deaf, dumb or blind...

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Six friends met for seance brought their dolls placed ring-a-rosy in the center of a table dolls holding hands. Lights were dimmed and seance session started guests cast their voices as ventriloquists to the dolls without moving their lips. The dolls gossiped among themselves. No one knew who made which doll speak. At first it was a fun a round table chat. Some tried different voices. But then,...

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Tiffany roses circle in séance, cut crystal vase in a sparely lit room, round antique table opal in nuance, ivory candles with saffron in bloom. Raven shadows deepen the ambiance. Ashes of roses in draperies loom. Onyx spinet plays deceptive cadence. Sequined masquerade masks heighten the gloom, reflecting with vermillion radiance the flickering flames of marigold plumes. Masks on the wall traipse in amaranth dance as...

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Spiritualist is what I’m not: Trusting forces nonspecific. For scepticism is my lot: Anti guff non-scientific....

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so much talk poetry’s dead, poetry’s dying I live with the dead know the dying in myself so I lay a braided scarlet welcome mat at the door and welcome all for this marvelous seance and metamorphosis step right up the plasticine academic gold butterfly returns to the vile chopped red neon street tranvestites ask directions and wink as the mint girls turn their heads shake their...

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