Short Brooms Poems
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Frolicking in the Dark
witches on wild brooms,
black cats with red, hungry eyes -
daylight on the way
Wiccans do ride,
Our full moon tide,
Happy Halloween,
Magic is our scene,
Potions and charms,
Despite flabby arms,
Big girl britches,
Brooms aloft, attawitches!
Munching on spiders and nibbling on rats
Riding spiked brooms high in the air
Back in motion in the witches lair
to bring my cauldron to a boil and feed my black cat
Wicked women cast spells
Wearing black pointy hats
With warts and green faces
Warming bubbling cauldrons
Waiting for their potion
While luring bats and frogs
Whisking away on brooms
Under the Broom
Listen to my screwy code
No thief may download:
To conceal from rookies
Under brooms I keep keys;
Knowing, the slovenly lot
Will never touch the rot!
JM
04th March 2014
Witches are wizened hags
With long nose and loose hair
Wart nosed ugly spirits
Wicked ramblers of night
Who ride on bristly brooms
Wielders of black magic
Weird sisters in Macbeth
A shadow in the wind,
a speck of dust in a room filled with brooms.
A silent whisper yearning to hear
confused,alone to each its own,
far from home.
My fear to hear my flowing tears,
to see and know i'm not alone.
Someone is here.
Little moments; big ideas; grand schemes and flops!
Intimacies shared; secrets held; pennies saved in a box.
Friends laughing; enemies kept close; bills; brooms and Mops.
Every breath a different thing; a rose; a bird; or an Ox!
Fun
Aspects
Survival,
"Good riddance" said,
Divorce Court Barbie,
Diversity Mattel,
Plastic fantasies couple,
Parked him in husband day care bar,
Should have party, no more ball and chain,
Don't need spaceship, navel gazing on brooms.
Witches pitched against witches…
Itch of teacher to tell
them the truth.
There are no brooms
in the closet,
only dupes
and solid students,
with their thoughts flying
opening their eyes for the first time,
as if reborn into a life of love and light.
'Tis the season of the spooks!
Don't look into dark corners or nooks.
Laughing pumpkins and witchy hats,
Dancing brooms and flying bats.
Evening teas with Casper and Frankenstein,
Don't look under the bed once the clock strikes nine!
Some ladies enjoy riding on their brooms
All over the house, into all the rooms
Gran rode the ironing board
Only skis she could afford
Off she'd ride, before ironing resumes
Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lisa YY
July 17, 2022
Witches love Halloween,
When it's their time to screech
With their old, worn-out brooms,
Willed to fly through the night
Wild flocks of bats in tow.
Wrapped in the full-moon glow,
Weird scenes repaint the sky.
1
"Darling, this is the place where my dead body was kept before burial
Let's have a kiss in this dead room before spooks get in with brooms"
2
"Spooks die in beetle soup and beetles die in spooky poop under Encounter Group"
3
"..and they die happily ever after"
With their carnival of colors
they glitter the grass and the gutters,
till brooms, offended by their loitering littering
brush them aside,
till stray winds and wily stepping strides
scatter them back where they belong
as the foreground to scenes of order, and creativity
confounded my tug of entropy
Halloween is the time of the witches,
Of the zombies and demons galore.
On the brooms to the ball of their wishes,
To the Bold Hill they fly and gallop.
There the moon will be hidden by clouds,
There the howls and the screams will reside.
All of us want to be there, no doubts.
And for that we will swap paradise!
( HALLOWEEN )
H- Horrid monsters walk the streets
A- Asking for blood and bones.
L- Lurking in the shadows afar
L- Lamplights offer the light.
O- Ominous creatures slither slowly
W- Working through the night.
E- Eager witches get on their brooms
E- Empty promises not fulfilled.
N- Night of nights its halloween
Listen to poem:
The witches' ball met with a glitch
And tempers were raised to high pitch.
For all the brooms flew
And nobody knew
Just which switch was which witch's switch!
Halloween Lim - Old Or New Poetry Contest
Joseph May
11.10.20
Halloween Inspired Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
syllable count : 88558
Listen, chicks and girls,
All around the world,
'Tis Happy Halloween,
This is our one true scene,
A time for our ghouls,
And spiders' drools,
By candlelight,
Charms recite,
With female energy,
Fly broom to me,
Then uppity,
Fly so speedily,
Across the moon,
Reading this rune,
Away we'll zoom,
All our cars are brooms!
I passed a store that just sold brooms
On Granville Isle, B.C.
Two sisters weave them in Vancouver
For their company.
I marveled at the many styles
In varied shapes and sizes
That many folk no longer use
As home life modernizes.
I rarely use a broom myself
But, swept up by temptation,
I bought a mini version
As a kitchen decoration.
The witches have now gone on a huge labor strike.
They are more difficult now to double cross, let alone like.
They are wearing socks that have a weird pattern of stripe.
Their underarm odors are notorious foul, irritating and ripe.
They are driving bat mobiles that make their brooms passé’.
I am glad not to be around any of them at the end of day.
The Sandman tip-toes into the room
on that night when witches fly by on brooms
His task, alas, is daunting tonight
with ghosts affright, jack-o-lanterns alight
Yet tired trick-or-treaters soon enough
long for the comfort of their pillow's fluff
That's when the Sandman makes his move ~
tender eyelids grow heavy, magic touch again proved
Gone are the times when we did play
when laughter swept us through the day
when sunshine filled the world we knew
with petals wet from morning dew
with lilac trees and sagebrush brooms
and e'er the sweet honeysuckle blooms
What would I give
to relive
an hour of bygone days
when sunshine filled the world we knew
and laughter filled our days.
Halloween is coming
you can feel it in the air
Everyone is trying
to give you the biggest scare
The wind, it whispers secrets
the moon lights up the night
Witches ride upon their brooms
taking advantage of the light
Ghosts and goblins run the streets
collecting goodies door to door
Monsters of every shape and size
which ones scare YOU more?
baby owl was sleeping on his October broom
we saw him fly by while we were visiting on Zoom
Is he asleep? Some of the old women said.
He might fall off and hurt his head.
I cannot control the brooms in the sky
my husband told them, for he is not shy
They wanted him to run out and save baby owl’s life
But how could I even reach him? Guess I’ll ask my wife.