Short Ouija Board Poems
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Trump asked his trusty Ouija Board,
"When will I get the Peace award?"
The spirits replied,
"Your request denied!
A virus is your just reward!"
ouija board sally
setting spiritual guidelines
shes séance savvy
soft black cloth
small silver bell and candle
silent visitors
they ask their questions
the pointer spells out a name
deception or truth
Transylvania twilight's, blue blood bridal box....
Nightwing sorcerers gathering at, her ravens dark
Pond crimson silhouettes his dagger pleads; of butterfly
Witches their ouija board breeds ? Spirits, this material world
Craven kings entombed these, conqueror worms: Love's, red rabbits.
Form:
His heart was a philosopher's stone
that broke down happiness
to it's components
of sex and being alone.
Her skin was the Ouija board
he used in order to receive
messages beyond her soul.
And when they were rapt
in their circle of consummation,
they found the face of
erotic compassion.
Form:
The White House has COVID-19
As face masks were never routine
Red hat or red tie
He'll laugh while you die
Our death toll is clearly obscene*
*Melbourne, Victoria, Australia, just
celebrated 0 infections 0 deaths by
following pandemic practices instead
of Trump's Ouija Board predictions
In my friends old farm house out of town
Messing around with a Ouija board, a frown
A spirit claimed it was ten years old
And was killed on the property, sold
He came to say his last goodbye,
Knock was spelt on the board, a sigh
Three raps on the window pane
A hand running down my mane.
29.10.2020.
Spooky Rhyme.
Lips mops caress waterfalls crash metallic nerve laughing gas confession
watermelon sugar sister scissors
clocks tick loud like shaved ambergris
Laminated kerosene lamps illuminate
Evanescence oblivious presence
Skull bird knives spike of peachy creamery
Pentagram ouija board machinery’
Throats chokes, nose pinched in bleached milkshakes. tiny ears buried speechless
Mousetrapped.
I gave it all
The Halloween party needed a scare
Someone said the ouija board for a dare
But bad spirits came knocking
Their foul language was shocking
And caused many to soil their underwear...
The putrid air now turned rancid and thick
And to smash it you'd have needed a brick
Then they all started leaving
As they left they were heaving
And on the rooftop laughing was Old Nick...
Written 9th October 2020.
Love,
you can keep it,
it makes me feel sick.
It's not good,
it's an evil trick.
Just like playing on a ouija board,
it's not your dead relatives,
it's a dark overlord.
It's not when the wind finally ceases,
it's when it returns and violently increases.
I fell for its lure,
I fell for its charm,
it did me no good,
all it did was harm.
So, no thanks love,
I know the real you,
go show someone else
the wonders that you do.
It started with a Ouija board:
it seemed like harmless fun,
the messages at first benign -
it said it was a nun!
Obsessed, I spent more time with it
but scary stuff began:
I heard a laugh, saw shadows move
and knew it was a man.
The figure stepped towards me then
and rooted to the spot,
I felt it push inside my brain,
my body cold, but hot.
"And that was how I killed the girls."
The judge just shook his head.
"I swear I woke and saw the blood...
the prostitutes were dead..."