Short Sorcery Poems
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What kind of sorcery is this?
Why would you love anyone unconditionally?
Do you expect him to change into a prince?
I do not know but it is a start, right?
Yes, it is.
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
Wicked hexing creatures
Wagging their evil tongues
while casting ancient spells
Wart faced old hags. Women
who recite sorcery,
with newt eyes in cauldrons
Wretches grouped in covens
Sassy soothsayer’s sorcery vexed the man
He belittled it as only envy and jealousy can
The rest of the village recognized his usual hit tune
He is the kind of devil who hounds at a harvest moon
Sassy soothsayer’s sorcery vexed the man
He belittled it as only envy and jealousy can
The rest of the village recognized his usual hit tune
He is the kind of devil who hounds at a harvest moon
Cunning Sam craved to catch caged canary,
feigned sly not to be overtly scary.
He sneaked with dinner in mind,
caught in cage, Sam starved confined.
The bird performed Houdini sorcery.
Mortals come & mortals go
Wry life will ever pillage,
The sea and mountains remain
And will remain the village;
Memories lace old pathways
With a painful tear or two,
Lo dried with a mystic touch
Fine sorcery time can do.
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Her magic held captive.
A strange feeling lingers in the air.
The saints take blame for the sinners sins.
There is sorcery everywhere.
They light fires.
They burn witches.
What goes around comes around.
She has a temper that can burn down bridges.
ALCHEMIST INFLUENCER-:-
mysterious
hype-ster
transformer
changing
malleable
to GOLD NECROMANCY
buzzing
social
sorcery
thaumaturgy
attracts
with STRATEGIC TRANSMUTATIONING
ambassador
curating
dwimmercraft
protoscientificist
niches
Cut these verses into my stone
And let life cast its cold eye,
Until, it gathers mortals all
That they be brought here to lie;
To peruse my somber lyrics
So sculpted upon their bed,
It is but divine sorcery
Which helps resurrect the dead.
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Cut these verses into my stone
And let life cast its cold eye,
Until it gathers those living
That they be brought here to lie;
To peruse my somber lyrics
So sculpted upon their bed,
It is but divine sorcery
Which helps resurrect the dead.
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Bootlickers and bandits
Brutalising the poor
Impoverishing [poverty
Preachers and prostitutes
Partisan puppets
Promoting political promiscuity
impunity
Right brothers so tight with sorcery
Bribery and forgery their mockery, I dread
Robbers of my bread
In spring Isweat.
Sorcery
When he entered and put on his hat
Lights were twinkling like stars
Audiences sincerely abide his spell
And she whispered;
'Can I ask you the whole Universe'?
He uncoated his longevous sorcery with glitters of love;
'Don't you think now we two make whole Universe'?
The Super-hero swings his sword
Down clang, clang, clang,
It rang, rang, rang,
Went bang, bang, bang
On his foeman’s thick, thick skull.
The publishers commission more
Such tales, tales, tales,
(More sales, sales, sales!)
And males, males, males
Will imagine they’re Conan or Kull.
The Super-hero swings his sword
Down clang, clang, clang,
It rang, rang, rang,
Went bang, bang, bang
On his foeman’s thick, thick skull.
The publishers commission more
Such tales, tales, tales,
(More sales, sales, sales!)
And males, males, males
Will imagine they’re Conan or Kull.
The Super-hero swings his sword
Down clang, clang, clang,
It rang, rang, rang,
Went bang, bang, bang
On his foeman’s thick, thick skull.
The publishers commission more
Such tales, tales, tales,
(More sales, sales, sales!)
And males, males, males
Will imagine they’re Conan or Kull.
By the shadows of summer
I declare war on spring
Winter gave me passage
While my true heart appears missing
the sounds of the evening town
Over the poplars
The things that go missing one-by-one
make patches of muted sound, while
The things that add up day after day
Float like a watery memory
Oh what of tomorrow's sorcery
Love is a mystery
Entwined in threads of sorcery
Like a beautiful scenery
Laced in baffling embroidery;
Only a heart of mastery
Can tame the course of its misery
For the lure of its debauchery
Can bind a soul to slavery.
October 4, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
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a phone call
a text
a stroke on my cheek
the way you weep
your sarcastic guile
a cheeky smile
you melt me
unambiguously lay my fear
at your feet
that hat tossed about
your head
your cherub nature
a tarnished sweetness
assails my heart
sorcery, magic, the dark; dark arts
whatever that is
is you
whatever will be
is you
Two of these
One of those
Take with food
One more dose
Swallow it down
Like magical spells
Self-medicate
To make yourself well
Tail of newt
Wing of fly
Take everyday and
you won't cry
Lock it all up
Behind chemical walls
Don't read fine print
Across ceiling crawl
Pharmaceutical cauldron
Sorcery lab
Not just broken body
Your soul's on the slab
Something has changed
That happened too fast
Something did came
Time's blown into dust
Maybe it's magic
Or sorcery perhaps
It does defies logic
And it takes time to last
I know it wasn't a dream
As it was crystal clear
So surreal it may seem
So intense I cannot bear
Maybe time has the clue
To reveal this affection
As love made for two
I know it's the right direction.
Surging fire upon the land,
A dragons breath close at hand.
The gleam of a sword may catch your eye,
Or the sound of a siren, sweet cries.
Elevish sorcery in your midst,
A beautiful illusion caught up in your tryst.
Beyond the darkness beauty lies,
Cascading white rocks hypnotize.
Still around the corner, there may wait,
A new road, or a secret gate.
-Micaiah Price
Tears of an Orphan
is sorcery and black magic
that brings down the insolent
Laughter of an orphan
is fresh rain from the sky
that waters gardens of the kind
Those who torture the tortured
Those insult the worldly insulted
prepare oven by piling wood
where their blessing will burn
and burn, and burn uncontrolled
until they wake up in ashes
of destruction and gloom
By then, too late!
Boom! Alas! Magic!
I’m stunned by your spell.
Your sorcery charms me
It’s so hard to tell.
Roving at streets
searching your presence
Like a pooch sniffing sideways
This thought makes just no sense.
Fascinating yet deceiving,
complimenting a narcissist.
This potion captivates me
Why this madness ever exist?
Sorceress paramour
I am cursed to like you
Drunk with folly
Fated to woo you.
The family album from times ago
Has faces I never knew,
Except…for a tint-type I feel I know
From eighteen fifty-two
The mouth is like mine and eyes as well—
Our cheekbones are high--the same;
But he was reputed to pact with Hell,
And shamed our honored name.
And I shrink at the mention of sorcery—
(The Devil’s work on Earth!),
But whisperings in our family
Have shadowed me since birth.