Spells Poems

Monsoon passion when spells

Sky when with dense clouds abound,
Seeing which peacocks dance around
On tender-green-dress-bedecked a hill,
In such a stirring scene, love-bound,  
Which wayfarer wistful would not feel?
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Translation (Quintain) | 34.08.2025 | monsoon, Nature, passion, peacock, nostalgia

Note: Here is a verse (in Arya meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance).

Spring season when spells

Sweet-scented breeze when wafts around,
A thrilled Koyal breaks into song,  
On tree branches fresh sprouts abound, 
On her face, love-making gone long,
Pearly sweat beads do when alight,
To whom would a scene not delight?
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Translation (sestet*) | 33.08.2025 | spring, night, delight, nightingale, nostalgia
*Wonder, if it can be called a Sestetto Rima-- iambic meter

Dry Spells

Dry Spells 

There’s no action in the living room, no action in the kitchen, and no action in the bathroom. So, let’s be clear about the bedroom: keep your expectations realistic, nothing is going to happen.

When you pay rent of Hell

When you pay rent of hell a register appears in your house
A rent book and black pen
Your actions essence turned into knots that appear as black ropes 
Your thoughts noted in a book and weighted on the scales of the register.
Very dark in your eyes with visions of hell.
To break these knots, you need golden

How to make a spell

To make a spell to cast on your enemy
Without strings and things
For doing something nasty to you 
Take their photo
Write what they did on photo
Curse their photo
Take it to the graveyard
Dig hole and bury near entrance in soil
Curse something nasty happen to them 
Repeat what they did
At home 
Take a small cauldron 
Fill with water

Snippets of Spring vol 1

Blakean ghosts' boasts..frollicking in rollicking

Rolling hillock hosts..ripe shenanigans..perry toasts

Believing in hefty heaving heroes

Hallowed harbingers..halcyon hedgerows

Harbouring tranches of branches..ferry very merry berries

Majestic mosaic montage barge of balletic 

Incandescent flowers..weaving wherries

Showering prophetic kaleidoscopic poetic dreams

Streams through towering mesmeric green tunnels

Full to the gunnels..reams of sheens teem..flowing funnels

Bestowing.. glowing transcendent beams gleam kinetic

Luminescent aesthetic barrage..overpowering iridescent fluorescent flowering

Spells

Words,
Sniffed by open ears.

Tangled sounds, of throats whose thyroid pounds,
For sakes, palavers and second rounds.

Hearing me, I learn to hear of you,
Your words my throat encode.
Vocalizations, tell tales of supplication,
Certain senses must've forebode.

My Sisters

My sisters are my pride and glory/
An endless legion, woven into my story/
Our bond defies the boundaries of space/
A sacred connection no vastness can erase/
I dwell in shadows, a soul of the night/
Yet their love surrounds me, a radiant light/
No judgement do they cast, no fear do they bring/
In their embrace, my heart takes wing/
To

Weird Weeds - Mar 2

The witch of the woods watches from the window,
While willows’ webs weave wildly in the wind, 
And wicked whiffs of worm-water are wafting
From the whirling well of woe and wallow.

what was love Yeu la cai chi chi

2025.03.06
Dear God,
I humbly kneeled in front of you.
Please blessed and protected me.
I have lived many years,
Why did I develope this feelings?
To someone who had heart of coals.
I wished I could resolve and remove,
All the emotional pain,
And stick to my single life's plan.
Tomorrow will be another day again,
From sun rises to sun sets.
All I want is

Magical Spells

I dived into the cauldron of magical potion,
drank to the full the elixir that in an instant 
turned me into an entranced wizard.

And I saw …
In the desolate seashore of secluded island,
people built desire castles with dream sands,
with fervent care protected the fragile niches, 
but the breaking waves rolled over them.  
The surge washed

The Market Rasen Witch - Lincolnshire Folklore

upon the Rase a troublesome crone
who meddled in the Rasen folk 
for she a witch!
a witch! their slant and well
she laid upon a cow a cursied blight
a cursied spell 
and lo would not this neighbour’s cow
go to the milking parlour so
this neighbour’s daughter fraught and fair
to seek a wise man, she that hour
left in haste

Seven Magical Spells

I write to you from inside an empty skull
because Wednesday can be hollow and bony
as we all may well know.
I am a man of great hope,
not unlike those earlier alchemists
with their gathered elements about them,
their cauldrons and scales,
their mystic science brewing
into crescendos of disappointment,
yet always working toward
a transmutation to the gold
of one more legendary day.
I

Single Spells

(To the tune of “Jingle Bells”)


Dashing through my tasks,
In a cubicle so tight,
I hear the coffee slosh,
Another deadline fight.

Bells from emails ring,
I can’t ignore the sound,
Oh, what fun it is to sprint
Through tasks that come around!

(Chorus)
Single spells, single spells,
Typing all the way!
Oh, what fun it is to pray
For lunch to save the day—HEY!
Single spells, single

THE WITCHES BALL

The witches ball,

Halloween is drawing near
As the leaves begin to fall,
They`re flying in from everywhere
For the annual witches ball.

Toothless hags from north to south
And crones from west to east,
They gather on all hallows eve
To share a poisonous feast.

They circle above the forest
Where people dare not go,
And conjure up a coven
In the haunted woods below.

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