Short Necromancy Poems
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G ray garbles glowed genealogy
R ays retain reminiscence royally
E mber emancipate ebullient eulogy
E missaries embraced equity
N ations nullified necromancy
Pure necromancy
Quintessential spells and elixirs
Warlock is in awe of the seasoned witch
He stays his distance, and in hiding
Fearing her mastery of mysticism and sorcery
A couplet's not all frills and fancy
Substance is needed, not necromancy
October 17, 2021
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The magician blew clouds of dust
from the ancient spell book:
‘Necromancy: Satisfy Your Lust.’
He chanted long and hard, but came unstuck,
and cried, ‘My strip-o-grams are rotten. Yuk.’
For Barbara’s Clouds contest
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What necromancy is this sorcerer said.
Realizing his son could conjure up the dead.
No voodoo at all Fred said, his emotions lead.
Embarrassed he was caught, his face was red.
Did you learn this trick from your Grandpa Ned?
No from you, Daddy, little wizard said.
Paternal pride filled the sorcerer’s head.
my enewed refreshed resolve sparkles
like copper, aluminum, silver, gold, sequins
nourished by necromancy, I blaze toward victory
disregarding the naysayers, Shale and Granite
They lost their sparkle a long time ago, in the dark ages
I soar toward the path of freedom, loving my pure glitziness.
More alive than I have ever been.....
Halloween
Hocus pocus hexing spells
Apparition screams and wails
Lantern O Jack roams the earth
Living dead Hallow Eve rebirth
Occult supernatural yearly show
Witches silhouettes in moonlight glow
Eyeballs eerie bloodshot stare
Evil presence every where
Necromancy summons dead to awaken
.............restless souls undead celebrating
29.09.20
Cali is a descendent of Babylonians
She practices necromancy
conjuring spirits of her ancestors
her rituals and spells are world-renown
bullies who misunderstand despise her
they fear her visions and insights
she often foretells what comes to be
This terrifies those who cannot
Ignorance often courts violence.
Cali’s spiritual guides warn her of the bullies
She escapes their ignorant pitchforks
Praying for their spiritual enlightenment
In the methane blue
of Neptune’s stew
I wildly whip my wind lasso-
a-hunting for the Dragon of the Cloud!
Through icy fleece
I stalk the beast,
a thousand miles an hour at least,
beneath this sapphire atmospheric shroud.
I’m born of wind,
and thickly skinned-
with Neptune’s swirling vortex twinned.
I hurry hard and bellow out aloud!
To catch him fast
and so at last
undo his necromancy past,
and join again the nation of the proud!
Its over and over well done
Blown bridges over blood vessels we've sunken
Hieroglyphics elaborate on our wedding tomb, we yearn
And like so many before, ashen lips bedeck our urn
There's no love lost between our petrified hearts
In separate spells we've cast our parts
And so this dry necromancy has ran a four course
Desert anyone? Blind these eyes to our own faults, devour the corpse
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Yes, I'm back!
Desert is spelled like that on purpose ;D
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