Short Pentagram Poems

Wandering Willow

Roam into my heart to stay

Wisdom comes from thee

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Flowering Rowan

Pentagram in your berries

From thy rose, you come...

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Last Wednesday afternoon,
When I left my tomb,
There was a letter at the door-

Pentagram stamped,
Madame Rapoza's scrawl:

"When we last met,
Your heart was in the woods
And my cabin bare,
But how can I tell your fortune,
without you there?"

To be continued......

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Dried  Rain
David J Walker 

For the most part
We lived on air and 
Dried rain 

And the dried pain 
in the in between 
Times of rain 

Blown about by 
Pentagram clouds drawn 
By the hot south winds

Morphing into storms over
Someone else’s lands

The dry rain holds a wake
For the lives clinging to dust...

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13 Scratches an evil number.
Blood on your back while you slumber.
I thought I would be safe here,
I guess not.
Welts on your skin.. Burning hot.

Leaving the demon pentagram
Now this time you will learn.
Not to play with something
This evil, it will burn.

Turning my back
Running away.
From this evil thing
Don't come or stay....

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Sloth-toed ivy flutters
in lissome breeze,
each pentagram the pinion
of a jade butterfly
clustered on a brick wall.
In the throes of spring
they sojourn
from dark loam
toward shingled firmament,
past celestial windows
pewter with light
as they besmirch
diaphanous peril,
imagining
when they reach heaven
they will repose like angels
in the shimmering damask
of God's aura.

5/23/18...

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Someone once burned a pentagram outside my friend's apartment 
the day after, in the courtyard, he stripped off all his clothes 
silently perching on one leg by the edge of the pool
A faceless neighbor giggled "he's gone flamingo".
after a brief scuffle -they carted him off to jail...
Hesitantly I posted bail I couldn't afford
the very next day 
he stood on two legs
and put in a 
honest days 
work....

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The Power of one - is a Solitary Witch.
The Goddess helps - her life to Stitch.
The Power of two - is our Goddess and God.
In whose path - we now and forever trod.

Maiden, Mother, Crone - is our Triple Goddess She.
With her we always have - the Power of three.
The Power of four - is where our Elements are.
Each one a different point - on our star.

The Pentagram - is our Power of five.
To find a higher sense of Spirituality - is what we strive....

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Forklift tongue ... 
snaky false pallet walk
be a paralyzing pulse dead stop
Viper lung flung from the bottom rung,
slithering slyly to the bury top

Pentagram aborted delivery — 
Fake salvation 
is morgue bad news 
bifurcated breath received

Cottonmouth spitting graveyard shifty
labor blues,
Exhaling extortion sin wage scale dues

Forklift tongue
belly rolls across a serpentine cargo corpse bay
Anaconda pallet walk
got a hangman’s boa rope choke swinging sway...

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