The last resort of the department store
Purchasing my bones in the flesh
Native thorns contempting robes
Reciprocities without enough city
Familiar silvers behind glass windows
Tracking of least haunted strain
Fellow of coal
Liberty absconds the brazen doors of eden
Bludgeoning heart muscle of castings lapse
Strung letting of hummingbirds pain
Calling froth of tomorrow
Beastly hauling of coppered stones
Blanks of tomb
Witched at birth
Categories:
witched, absence, abuse, allegory, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Leftward went his stride, counter to the sun he strode.
They said he was magicked hence by the fairies
or was a mechanical manikin
witched up from a pot of spells.
Old widdershins had a stove pipe hat
and his clothes were plucked from a crow
he was a longshanks, and wicker-boned,
when he circled a church counterclockwise
old wives muttered about the ‘devils work’
but he was just crook-legged and addled.
Queen Mab midwife of the odd and less ordinary
made him from willow cane and burnt straw
and when he circled the wrong way all day
it was only to stabilize the penny-farthings
that roamed around country churches back when.
The land, despite dire warnings,
did not lose itself in a maze of sorrows,
for all was an enchanted misdirection
a hocus-pocus roundabout detour,
a contrary conjecture
that right was always right despite,
and left was just a gauche and a gangly wish.
Categories:
witched, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Coastline
I fell in love with her on a December morning.
I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty,
her power.
I walk quickly to her,
she was dancing on the shore.
Nothing could equal her beauty.
I gazed in wonder for hours at her, sitting on the sand.
How could I have not escape to her beauty before this day?
Now I walk up and down the shore,
watching the waves.
The beauty of her be-witched my heart.
I knew when I left her,
I would yearn for her sight.
Never be complete till she was dancing my feet again.
My love was the Pacific ocean,
the peaceful sea.
I wish to be with her today.
Coyote
December 1992
Categories:
witched, angst, love, muse, ocean,
Form: Prose
MY RESOUTIONS
Today, I resolve to evolve
An evolution that puts an end to my revolving around the same problems
Today, I dissolve the fragments of my past resolve
As 2016 dawns, reality downs too
That twelve months lie in the shelves intact
So, I salvage the aura of good tidings
But first, I choose to solve the looming glitches
I remember dissolving in my own tears
Like wolves on a hunt, I wailed
Beating my chest so hard and swearing so loudly
Absolving myself from all the blame of what befell me
Twelve months I wished for a silver lining
Twelve months I witched on the success of others
Twelve months I wrought nothing
Mediocrity becoming the only proof of the twelve months in 2015
But today I resolve
I resolve to get more involved in solution finding rather than problem creation
I resolve to devolve myself from the counsel of the wicked
I resolve to put a valve to the stream of mockers
I resolve to delve more on the paths of success
I resolve to shelve the unfathomed hatred and;
I resolve to evolve into that which I am to become
Today, I shove the bad and convolve with the good
I am simply EVOLVING
Categories:
witched, desire,
Form: Narrative
Darkly glancing dragon eyes
Dancing pools of fiery light
Sparkling gems witched from the skies
Emerald, pearl, and ruby bright
Opal, sapphire, amethyst
Coyly blend their crystal beams
Diamond spheres by heaven kissed
Doorways to a thousand dreams
Wild -- undreampt since Ancient Time
When the dragon ruled the night
Words were Magick, Music, Rhyme
Bardic songs set hearts aflight
Man and Woman ruled as Kings
In that Golden Paradise
Soaring high on dragon wings
'Til the snow-white moon would rise
Gone -- Lost in Night's endless deeps
Yet its phantom-image lies
Where the waiting dragon sleeps
Deep within your dragon eyes.
Categories:
witched, fantasy, love, mythology,
Form: Rhyme
Oh! How I wished to hear your voice
By the incessant calls I placed
To your phone… witched off!
Well, be it low battery
Or intentional act for privacy
I just called to say…you are my poem
Categories:
witched, fantasy, love, passion, romance,
Form: Light Verse
I've been buzzing around for hours
In and out of the flowers
Having a grand old flit.
I'm all covered in pollen
My legs are quite swollen,
But I do enjoy doing my bit.
I've been under the flowers spell,
Bee-witched by their colour and their smell
But I'm a bit bothered by what's happening to me;
My head's going round and round
Can't quite find the ground,
I'm bee-wildered,feel all at sea...
I'll take just one more dip.
Then I think I'll have a kip
Before I go home to tea...
Oo-er Ive come over all funny,
(Hic) never mind the honey
Think I'm a drunken bum-ble bee.
Categories:
witched, funny
Form: Rhyme
Witches delight burns through midnight
Candles burn my hearts desire
Incense fragrants the room
My runes are thrown music is played
My mind is powerfull
Spells are chanted not for the weak hearted
Inspiration is reborn till dawn
Petals are scattered
But not torn and tattered
My lover will soon knock at my door
My alter has his picture
The touch of him, inside the chant
I bind his lust and kiss of passion
God and goddess bind us as forever one
chant chant chant....
Words of our magick turn us spellbound
I visualize his near presence
His overwheming lustfull lesson
His strong hands sweeping my nakedness
His kiss indulging my bareness
Chant chant chant
With each candle flicker of the flame
I call his name
I bring no pain just a lovers gain
My power is deep
He will wake in his sleep
My spell is done
Now forever bound
A witched delight throught to morning light ....
Categories:
witched, passionkiss,
Form: Light Verse
Sir –
You saw the drizzles
Before the rains –
The early clouds moved you not!
Now, in a monody
You sweat in singing the solace?
Sir – dear father of new rivers,
The kids saw the stars, your strange stars
Twinkling from their darkening horizon
– Stars with dimmed faces! –
Hiding their stereoscopic visions
Under their dark clot of dimmed lights:
Indeed we saw them twinkling
Coming to the representors –
Then while night fully sucked
Their lights into dead stars,
They witched off some voicy lads
Into their catabolic dungeon –
Oh, Sir –
Those lads situate among the representors
Who defied the coaxing secret treaty;
Sir, they whisked them off
Into the torment dungeon:
Creating a half-empty sky of representors!
Categories:
witched, education
Form: I do not know?
The sun is rising in the sky, such a beautiful sight,
He came with no warning and stole the day from night.
With his coming birds did sing, clouds dissapeared, and bells did ring,
The dogs did bark, people spring, what a glorious thing.
Happiness in the world today in man and beast the same,
Men and women working while their children are playing games.
Throughout this wonderful day joy turns to sorrow,
For they all know and fear what comes before tomorrow.
The vengeful moon and her creatures of the dark,
Cat eyes glow green, and bats flutter in the park.
Werewolfs and vampires, witched and wizards,
owls and snakes, coyotes and lizards.
She comes almost unnoticed, and attacks him from behind,
Knocks the sun from the sky and takes her place in time.
If tomorrow he decides he should come and rise again,
The vengeful moon shall return with her evil creatures of sin.
Categories:
witched, depression, mystery, sad, time,
Form: I do not know?