Write me a white whimsical poem
With fairies unicorns and wizards
May all the men be kind and strong
And the grandmas never cook gizzards
And the children always play outside
Doors of the houses are never locked
Games aren’t on phones computerized
With joy playing ball and hopscotch
No war crimes and no school shooter
We all smile in the coolest clothes
Riding bikes skateboards or scooters
Happiness is what we all know
Looking back it was a fantasy
To live in a simpler time yesterday
Perhaps we can learn to be
As free if we dream and find a way
Willy the wisecracking warlock
was wordy, wild, wonderfully willfully
welcoming, and a wee bit whacky.
Willy widely wasted wonderful witticisms
on Wellington’s willing wealthy.
Great Scot
that trot
on gnomes
and domes
Bamboozling, casting spells in dark site
Roaming and iridescent like sprite
There once was a clumsy warlock named Sam
One day he turned a young goat into a ram
The next day he made a sheep part lamb
He asked his mom” why am I the way I am?”
She replied “ go ask your big cousin Pam”
Pam replied” must be because you ate clam”
“ What does that mean?” Just leave and scram”
“ Legend says some of us are allergic, no scam”
a warlocks magic
cannot compare to witches
wands now in battle
as she transmogrifies him
he quietly creeps away
I would like a tiny drop of warlock brew.
He looks at me with fierce eyes of blue.
Are you sure you know what to do?
If the brew grabs and gets the best of you?
Irritated now, I begin to stew.
Just give me a taste, and I’ll show you.
The warlock brew puts a hole in my heart and shoe.
I am terrified and do not know what to do.
This is where they burned their witch,
Half crazed, half starved Old Mother Gee,
Whimpering as they dragged her forth
‘Tis not me not me not me not me,
Then stood bound there
As if in a loutish dream
And endured those flames
Without a single scream
Causing those citizens, gathered
There to abuse and jeer,
To stand and mutter and watch
In abject horror and cankerous fear.
Twas my little poisoned needle
Driven swift and deep to the heart
So that she almost instant died
With just a silent little start
And I tied her corpse
To that burning tree
And only I knew that
She’d been set free.
I am the witch finder to seek them out;
Most nights I ride these skies enhanced
By the sacred mushroom power as down
Below my body lies held in deepest trance.
I ride those winds and I swoop and glide,
Play hide and seek with a midnight cloud
For I am the Warlock and do my will, and as I
Fly to the stars laugh my contempt out loud.
Dark Days of Yore
Knew No day should be evil
Only people dwelling therein
In its steep lights are casting
Dark spell and curses upon it
The warlock is out loose in wild
Bringing back the dark old days
More than evil we've once known
Lurking in the faraway woods
Cursed land of the abhorred
Left to the mutant creatures
Known only to our doomed
And untamed Imaginations
The evil wizard has escaped
He broke the old tired chains
Heading into the cursed woods
To cast his carnage upon us
Nocturnal serpent is coming
Creeping up and slithering
Beware of its kiss of death
Sending you to great beyond
Conscript us back into the past
Calamity is turning back the clock
Like the world is aging in reverse
Malevolence of dark days of yore
She is a red-headed witch he was told
But she does have an interesting mind made of gold.
Oh, sure. Smart but not pretty he thought.
He was not a warlock easily bought.
I’d pay for your supper they said with a wink.
She probably was uglier than a Thanksgivings day sink.
He hated being this way, but looks meant a lot.
To this warlock who was more shallow than they had thought.
No thanks he said, I am too busy washing my hair.
He said it without malice, giving it not one more care.
So he did not get a date, and his mouth was never kissed.
If you look up at this photo, you will see what he missed.
If he gets a step closer I will pulverize him.
Winsome Witch Wisteria White whispered to Big Jim.
Lightning lit up the sky, and they saw the warlock’s face.
He was masculine, kindly handsome with sexual grace.
You can’t keep this one! Big Jim said with clairsentient alarm.
She laughed and greeted the warlock, all tingly and warm.
I’m going to keep you forever, she said, giving him a flirty wink.
The wily warlock laughed, and thought that’s what you think.
He had been sent by the Warlock and Witch C.I.A. to spy
On Witch Wisteria White and this weird Big Jim guy.
If she got out of line, he was pre-cleared to atomize.
These two settled down and fell in love, no big surprise.
With a crazy weirdo witchlike stare
She said “Break this stale and stifled air”
The crow landed softly on autumn’s mare.
And drove his talons into her soft hair.
With cheer and tidings greeted
The warlock felt slightly irritated and defeated.
He had taught his offspring to fly; brooms meted.
And here she was on soft horse seated.
Squirrels felt alive in October grand.
Brisk the smile and crisp the hand
Jack-o-lanterns displayed, trick-or-treaters shaking
Daddy’s hands extended, quick for shaking
Those sparkled eyes and sunny faces duly greeting
On Halloween night met with joyful spirits meeting
Daddy Warlock was proud as his little witch flew in on broom.
Her autopilot license alive and well. He watched her on Zoom.
Warlocks, witches, wonderful woo, mysterious superior open voo doo
Misunderstood, persecuted, notorious view, garden lovers, children advocates too
Faerie tale nonsense gave them the screw;
they are often more kind than me, thee and you.
Controllers could not get them to do what they wanted them to do,
They stood up and were counted, and lead a group to
Listen to their hearts, which is always the right thing to do.
Drowning proved they were innocent, and to that I say "boo!"
Warlocks, witches, wonderful woo
Written 9-18-2018 Rhyme Battle Xi Contest
Edited for contest 10-6-2018 Sponsor: Juli- Michelle
The Witch and the Warlock
By Franklin Price
10/9/2016
The witch and the warlock
Each run for president
Halloween has come quite early
Their curses have been sent
They vilify each other
That's what it's all about
It's trick or treating time again
Have brought the toilet paper out
Have brought the eggs and soap along
For the Senate and the House
Brought skeletons from closets
And they've cursed each other's spouse
Coming to the voters' doors
Have masks upon their faces
Makes them most unworthy
And as candidates disgraces
When this Halloween is over
And November's vote is done
Will it be the witch or warlock?
Which one's curses will have won?
No matter who's the winner
Witch or warlock in this fuss
I hope in the end it is a treat
Not a trick that ends on us
The mists of the stars are transcendent
With them the ice shard in the heart is finally absent
The math in the book of reverie is brilliant
It responds to souls’ every movement
Can we trust that our eyes tell us truth of things to be?
Or is it simply shadows of reality we see
Are we mere pawns of destiny?
But beyond the shadows lies truth with all its majesty
The magnified cells can be vision math simplifies
And the true power of it reaches to the skies
The most surreal the unfathomable there lies
It increases as the time flies
The warlock fights to reclaim his soul
With being beyond any destiny is his goal
But with math on his side who knows what can be under his control
For the mind is deeper than any black hole
At dusk they start to come out into the night
Each holding a jack-o-lantern with power
The witches have silhouettes that produce fright
Making people to falter, fall, and cower
The witch’s mate, a warlock, looks inside a sphere
To curse the heartless people, to make them fear
Witch delivers the package of a pumpkin
Where the spirits of the dead live deep within
Russell Sivey
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