Short Mediums Poems

Celestial bulbs
Bright ivory mediums
Alive from dark ink...

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seeing what we miss
supernatural babies
more psychic than us

many will relearn
taught reality is wrong
ignoring their eyes

some retain their gifts
believing in what they see
psychic mediums...

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living in boredom
soul screams for activity
turmoil requires rest

happy mediums
exist in cloud cuckoo land
life's pendulum swings

enjoy all the ups
enjoy the extremities
enjoy all the downs

Ivor G Davies...

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What am i

trapped in my own body

and them mediums to set me free.

to my fortress of comfort

in mine dimension .

mine creation of peace

mine to meditate and free me fully

to my desolate chamber of discovery

my very own doom...

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Oh, cloudy days... 
Why do we constantly block divine rays? 

Oh, selfie society... 
Why not less ME and more WE? 

Oh, foggy haze... 
Why are we walking around in a daze? 

Oh, social mediums of triviality... 
Why are we drifting further from reality? 

Oh, doleful times
Why isn't there more love in our hearts and minds? 

Why oh, 

Why oh, 

Why?...

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Mediums of Winter parse
translucent runes on the tines 
of sloping firs basking like mallards 
in March's brusk sunshine. 
Arctic oracles echo on the lake's hard sapphire 
with pearl crests punctuating 
Spring's arrival while cat tails exclaim 
nascent umber banks. As teals float 
in a tarot of amulets tanagers preen, 
imbuing remnant frost with scarlet omens....

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We are like whales,
Bleating out coordinates, thoughts
Communicating through our mediums
Touching through internal sound

Moby Dick is my poisonous pride
Aghast, I will chase the prize
With bugle call and torn ship
Never stopping....

She reaches through the screen
I cannot understand what she says
Of the future
But i can hear her heart bleating
As we merge beyond words...

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Ah! Should I predict my luck
by searching a crystal ball?
Why be curious and know...
days that run like sand? 


Prediction must be divine,
coming from His holy mind...
and who can know tomorrow
without trusting Him?
  

I won't be tempted to look
into that huge crystal ball 
that mediums use for gain...
it would be foolish! 


Written by Andrew Crisci
for Linda-Marie's contest,
" Crystal Ball "...

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People who claim to have encountered vampires:

a are crazy
b are liars
c 'necks' question please

People who claim to have seen ghosts:

a are confused
b need glasses
c are mediums (or maybe even larges)

People who claim to have seen the Loch Ness monster:

a are dreamers
b work for the Scottish Tourism Board
c need to be 'loched' away

written 28th January for Suzanne's Multiple Choice contest...

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It swallows everything in its path,
even man's breath! As it slowly moving along the streets,
only mourns and screams you hear; deaths happen 
during victim's broad vision. Survivors of the traumatic ordeals
claim that fading, whitish figures tear flesh with their long,
crooked nails; in some cases they slit victims' throats - the slitting
has an eerie, audible voice. Until now, exorcists and mediums avoid
this town........

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Surmised, assumed 
 Foreboding shadows brood 
 Like omens without mediums 
 Their strange impressions loom

 Blind they seem 
 Gloating as they gleam 
 Rippling, murmuring 
 Stifling a scream 

 On the brink of speech 
 Their mutterings recede 
 Occupied by the thoughts 
 Of the lost and in between 

 Conceit or dream 
 Mythic or obscene 
 They coddle with a moonlit bribe 
 Confiding the unseen 

 Written by © Raven Drake...

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