Short Enchanter Poems

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Behind closed doors
and red exits
we must all come
with our teeth gritted
our eyes slitted

Before yellow bushes
and maple desks
we have all been
to face the tormentor
to see the enchanter

Sacred hope
you who lies buried
beyond the oleander tree
arise and guide us
to the final path

Amen

© M Braimah Saaka  

The illusion of probability
Art of dark light fate
Hex of great misery
Enchanter of doom 
That sleeps time at no cost

Merciless orphan of wickedness
Barren monster in Paradise
Hunter of the living
Clinch of horror
The May morning destroyer

Stasis of goodness
Asunder of Unity
Pillar of Halloween
An indelible mark of pain
A Vague population regulator

© Ediruma Edward Eric  

long, the shadows with morning dew

          herringbone clouds like gossamer lace

               airbrushed above on the blazing blue

     blooming as morn on your angel face

sunrise enchanter with skin, unleaven

          tenderly daubed with a kiss ... of heaven.




November 7, 2025
For the “Bite Size Contest Number 127” Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor

© Gregory Richard Barden  

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                                enchanter thick

                                      unafraid

                          plaits 'to pluperfection
                                        withal
                              mirrorz manacle'd 

                                        enlist'd 
                             hern frenetic thicks
                                        touch'd

© James Peranteau  

Vallaha as Valkyries scream from
the depths of hell.
Charging out
into the vacuum 
of an unoccupied mind
deafening all who listen
to their monstrous cry
from the bleak wilderness 
called Vallaha.

Scream out to Odin
the scourger, charmer, enchanter.
Bewitched sinner sirens,
resonant, ensouling the strings
of unattended souls.
Lyrics whispered into
the trance of an ephemeral ballet
yet, appearing
epic in length and nature.

© Bill Doggett  

The Good Artist:  Carl Barks
(1901-2000)
(for Donald Duck)

The wry old enchanter wove dreams
For the thousands of children now grown,
Immortal fun enjoyment that seems
The dearest that we’ve ever known.

He took us to everywhere fun
Atlantis—the moon—at top speed
And now his last pages are done
We read and re-read and re-read.

He made sure the heroes prevailed,
At least every time that he could;
Though sometimes they stumbled or failed,
The laughter, and lessons felt good.

© Steve Eng