Voodoo Poems

Bayou Bliss

Uh huh
Jambalaya
Uh oh
Crawdad gumbo
That spice
It’s Cajun nice

Girl there
With long blonde hair
She’s flame
and can’t be tamed
Legs long
Bayou beat song

So nice
Red beans and rice
Real sweet
With pepper heat
Hot day
Shrimp etouffee

So real
She makes me feel
Her eyes
Beautiful lies
Much more
Oh I adore

Love taste
Rush passion’s haste
Salt sweet
Such tender meat
De-sire
Swamp born fire

Hunger
Never sated
Give me
What she plated
Eat till
I’m full to burst
Need her
A voodoo curse

Gumption

With a hitch in my get-along
which set me wrong
my get-up-and-go
is sadly misplaced
it done got up and went
cannot be traced
it's really too tragic
my mojo is spent
I need someone who
versed in voodoo
will weave their magic
do some hoodoo
come through with the juju
who'll hand me an amulet
give me a charm
which won't go amiss
so I draw no harm
with a little

Albert Einstein 1879-1955

Altho' it's not E=mc squared,
Albert was heard to theorise
when he declared,
"Carrots are relatively good for the eyes,
it's a fact
they'll make you see well and look good too,
I'm blinding you with science,
it's not hoodoo or a voodoo act."
He then asserted,
with a wicked grin,
"It only hurts when you put them in."

Step Into My Voodoo Dream

I am the Voodoo Queen, draped in mystic skies,
Where moonlight whispers and shadows lie.
Beneath my veil, the arcane hums,
The pulse of the midnight, where the serpent drums.

Call me a witch, a name well-worn,
Where magics bloom, and curses are born.
But know this truth, as old as the sea:
There is more to my craft than what eyes

voodoo magic comfort

voodoo magic
frightening to those who dont know
a comfort to me

VOODOO SALAD

“ VOODOO SALAD “


 BLACK CATS IN THE WINDOW BULLET HOLES PAINT THE DOOR
 SIGN SAYS FORTUNE TELLER I WOULDN’T FEEL LUCKY IN THAT STORE
 THIS TOWN IS REALLY CREEPY I DON’T TRUST ANYTHING I SEE
 THE SLIPPERY WET SIDEWALK IS NOW STARING BACK AT ME
 WHATEVER WAS IN THE DRINK SHE MADE HAS ME

Swamp Witch

In the heart of the swamp where the shadows creep,  
Lives a witch in the mist, secrets buried deep.  
With eyes like embers and hair like night,  
She conjures her magic by flickering light.  

The cypress trees whisper her name with dread,  
As she weaves her spells on the souls

VooDoo Ranger

'nother heartbreak
sorry
never hid one red flag
or warning label
 ...yet she tried
so 
not all my fault
but it's a pattern

I think I might 
until I know I don't
some brutal honesty
I squirm free of the noose to
answer the call of the wild
and put 500 miles 
between us 
before I stop for the night

at some nomad campground
stirring the embers

Revenge is Sweet

The bullying and bruising
Went on and on for years,
'Til the time had come 
They'd atone for her tears

Aimed at those people
The cruel and the two-faced,
For revenge is sweet ...
And she wanted a taste

If only they'd befriended her
And if only they knew,
The humble, homely girl
Practiced a little voodoo 

All mouths sealed shut
And all eyes went blind,
The

Voodoo Wedding

A trip to New Orleans to be married by Bloody Mary
The iconic voodoo priestess of the irresistible charm of which she carries
A beautiful courtyard is the setting for the big event
Seats filled with family friends and from up above spirits sent
You could fill the presence of the spirit world in the air
A ceremony to be

Love Voodoo

God sent you 
into my life 
to wake me from the dead

But you broke my heart devoured my soul 
and dragged me through hell instead

Because you’re evil
You’re a demon
You’re a witch on the devils crew
You make me dance like a puppet on fire……
With the curse of your love Voodoo
 
I can’t break free
Of the spell

Flaming

There once was a young man named Lane
who literally was insane
	he wrote a billet-doux
	using words of voodoo
not knowing it meant to enflame!

Mississippi Masala

Hair as long as the Mississippi River,
Eyes as dark as a bayou on a moonless night, 
kiss as sweet as a honeysuckle flower, 
and as dangerous as a rattlesnake bite.
She's a southern sinful delight.
Baptized by fire, 
she ain't like any other, 
her kind of lovin' 
makes the devil run for cover.
 Dancing in the fire

Voodoo Poetry

Voodoo Poetry

She penned a poem, that had no rhyme.
Cheered on by her great, modern kind. 
Out to destroy, all forms, classic! 
With her own, voodoo, penned, magic!



Line 1- 8 syllables 
Line 2-8 syllables
Line 3-8 syllables
Line 4-8 syllables

           11/16/2020

Hindu Voodoo - With Apologies To Dylan Thomas

Tell me, my friend, when can I send 
My spirit gently into that good night? 
How many times do I have to die 
Before I get it right? 
Every car crash, train wreck, 
Overdose, misstep, 
Splintered bone, rug burn, 
Danger zone, poisoned cup, 
Open sore, bitter root, 
Slammed door, rotten fruit, 
Tool shed, chicken shack,

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