I didn't drink the brew
because it made me twitch,
and break out in hives,
every where I itched.
She cackled real loud, a
high shrilling pitch,
and hit the broom stick
with a switch, and flew
away in the sky with out a glitch.
Must still be the season of the witch.
Eyes are bewitched by a twitch
a that has made a home
in the ever-twirling mind.
The twitch is both a she and a he -
it does not care whatever or witch,
It settles in the flesh-nest,
lays a soft-shelled egg there
a phantom birth of regret and fear.
Twitch names itself Ego
it is a shapeshifter and does not care.
it is a nail-biter and cares not
A twitching ego
is a clowns face that masks a clear mirror.
Twitch, twitch twitch
is how the ego goes.
Twitchy is it unnatural nature.
It struts or creeps
be it brought low or raised in triumph.
Light is shadowed by its crowing wings.
A ‘twitch’ is but a flip of an eyelid,
a fabrication in a fictional fantasy,
a creature in a children’s story
one that we tell ourselves
every night or day.
Sam and Twitch, two partner cops
bust the bad guys in the chops
they found corruption
and much disruption
in the NYPD shops
Sam was big, and loud, and gruff
with criminals, he was rough
tendency to curse
sometimes even worse
he’s the first to call a bluff
Where Sam was brawn, Twitch was smart
Angles were his state-of-art
twin pistols twirling
steady aim sterling
simple logic off-the-chart
With Al, confronted evil
sometimes causing upheaval
finding rotten cops
pulling out the stops
integrity retrieval
Their story stops in interrupt
as sales were not up to snuff
sadly the tale ends
without fair amends
their end was much too abrupt.
Why would you do that
After all we know
I watched you everyday
On the Ellen Degeneres Show
Watching you dance
Just gave me such ease
Now my heart hurts
As I ask for God's pleas
We all have a dark side
We just don't act them out
Now after hearing this news
It makes me want to shout
Think about your actions
They do speak louder than words
Do not ever let anyone's voice
Go unseen or unheard
It's up to us to question
And we should always be aware
But first and foremost
We should always be there
They might need a huge hug
Or maybe just a listening ear
Whatever it may be
Just try your best to be sincere
12-18-22, 9:32am, Sunday
Tuning in the universe
Purpose and design
Questing, ever questioning
Matters of the mind
Information sequencing
Deep within the cell
Irreducibly complex
Creator has a tell
To another woman he shall surely switch,
The present one definitely ditch,
His voice at its most embarrassing pitch,
Now naming her ‘White Witch,’
Soon renaming her ‘Black ,’
Curious passersby to never know “which? “
Nor why his nostrils flare and twitch,
A bit believing that this might be flesh and its itch
And a great deal surer that he’s stinking rich:
The level of Affluence judged a down-dragging hitch,
Worse than Tyson’s landed punch on Green Mitch!
When thoughts of you Soup ladies fill my brain
I tingle and twitch and forget my name
See what you do
You darlings you
You fillies are sweeter than a cup of aspartame
TWITCH
One two to five six done twelve dexies by midnight I am flying like a vulture combing land over Atlantic seas I see your great head stuck in the pillow face covered by feathers how I love your hair sticking out dreadies no comb put through it in months put pen to paper let the good times roll now I am really vibing got the dexies working ‘til after twelve midday yeah awake wide eyed child of your friend’s house we’re covered til winter summer close by we will go swimming in LA sands beachfront bulk great hilltop.
It’s time to drive to New Orleans tonight let’s get pilled and hit the booze joints with some cool jazz playing I’m a coming!
Sequin, the baby witch had a black kitty named Baby Twitch.
They were such a team, this adorable duo. Not a glitch.
They enthralled the grownups and made them smirk and smile.
They are the cutest, her grandma said, looking down the aisle.
Where Sequin and Baby Twitch were sitting on a pumpkin fine.
They grew up together, and loved each other, these babes of mine.
voluptuous voice elastic
rustling rhythm rustic
eerie extension etched
drooping callous crest
caressing glissando gulped
nocturnal octaves numb
lusty lyrics seeped'n
sumptuous squashed thrills
dainty dances drip
heightened fame fostered
vying veil triggered
hoisted days hanker
lofty twitch tossed
by blitzkrieg bought.
'20:03:06:13:45
Note: Dedicated to Sia.
Itch, Twitch, Glitch, Witch
In the middle of my back
I have an annoying itch;
It wakes me up at midnight
With a relentless twitch;
A glitch -my arms are just too short
To reach this little itch;
Maybe in a book of spells,
A remedy by a witch,
That can end the agony
Of my little itch.
Last night, riding across a full moon I saw a witch,
that funny move she made was a twitch.
Maybe her move was just really an itch,
the wooden broom she was riding on looked like a switch.
Could what I was seeing be a glitch,
my new binoculars must be on the fritz.
Date: 10/27/2019
Itch, witch, glitch or twitch not me which witch?
Dark mystic nights, shines so ever bright,
malignant supernatural prows,
Woman practicing familiar skills
Bewitching in out of darkest night
Awakens harlots journey arouse
Mixing potions grounding bone hawks-bill's
Itch, witch, glitch or twitch not me which witch?
Samantha Stevens, bewitching nose,
Administered her power her, twitch
A dinkle-dinkle-dink her nose goes,
Aunt Clara a witch whose witchcraft’s glitch
Itch, witch, glitch or twitch not me which witch?
Darkness surrounds the light just lit and…
all the creepy things that bumps and bites
Itch, witch, glitch or twitch not me which witch
10/17/19
Itch, witch, glitch or twitch Poetry Contest
Rhyme poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
An itch, a glitch and a terrible twitch
These are the ailments of a terrible witch
As she took to her broom abound for the sky
That itch in her knickers took her too high
She started to twitch as her nerves they were shattered
As she fell to the ground her broom lay scattered
That's whats she gets when her spells are all wrong
These ailments she has are all pretty strong
The Poor witch she is not very good
Took to her bed without any food
As she woke in the morning it was just Halloween
Then she remember it was all just a dream.
15/10/19
Sponsor Nina Parmenter
Sometimes I muse that life can be a *itch
When every prospect seems of rosy hue
From cerulean sky a fatal glitch
Precipitates its mischief; then I rue
That naive expectation of a child
On whom Dame fortune yet has only smiled
Then something in my skin begins to itch
In parts inviolate to ease of scratch
And paranoia whispers: “‘tis the Witch
Who cast her evil influence, to hatch
Black parasites that burrow in my brain
Contaminate all thought, implant a bane”
Should this dark image linger unrelieved
Or might a metaphorical light switch
Restore a life where hope may be conceived
So cradled safe and calm, with ne’er a twitch
Neath skies with butterflies where bluebirds sing
Believe that? Chance you’ll believe - anything
Date your poem written: 10 October 2019
Contest where Not Placed: Itch witch glitch or twitch
DATE CONTEST WHERE NA'D WAS JUDGED: 1 Nov.2019
Writing Challenge - December - Any poem NA'd in November 2019
Sponsor, Dear Heart- Wiishkobi Ode
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