The witch ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ (the withered hag)
¦¦¦ wash ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ with pail and rag,
Was once the beauty Abishag,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ pride of Hollywood.
¦¦¦ many fall from great and good
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ doubt the likelihood.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ avoid the fate.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ die late,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ die in state.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ stock exchange your own!
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ occupy a throne,
¦¦¦¦¦ nobody ¦¦¦ call you crone.
Some ¦¦¦¦ relied ¦¦¦ what they knew;
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ simply being true.
¦¦¦¦ worked for them ¦¦¦¦¦ work for you.
No memory ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ starred
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ later disregard,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ the end from being hard.
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ go down dignified
With ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ friendship at your side
Than none at all. Provide, provide!
(Blackout of Provide Provide by Robert Frost)
Witchy Longstockings has three wildly competitive cats
They like playing on her ginger braids which extend to the flats
She knocks them off gently, and they always land on their feet
Then she mentions their kibble and they trot off to eat.
She thought
her idea
wonderfully brilliant,
he could only defenestrate
any
thought not
his own, and so, bag and baggage
she became the homeless
slightly loco
witchy
woman
of forest glen,
legendary tender
of fair magical mystical
critters,
secret
Elven friend and full moon dancer,
silly mushroom picker~
but I just call
her Mom.
Witchy Gives Birth
The following Halloween Witchy gave
birth to a handsome Magic Picture Frame. She
was so so angry she missed the Grave
Halloween Party in Hiss; she
spent the whole night locked in (no one
came!) the Elmwood Hospital room One
where she had to choose a name
that the Jovian doctor, the father, the Knave,
didn’t think was lame.
Witchy women soar,
Magic enchants, must hocus--
Halloween convenes.....
One wish
When I leave my body
When I enter yours
Wish back the brave
Watch the day roar
The sins warmth gone in a wicker haze
Done with sorcery
Watching your body become mine
Iam walking up the river
Ill be at your place tonight soon
At least by the end of time
Take me back to when there was nothing but fun
Bring me one wish
The clothes that you wear
The freedom I feel
To be with you
I want to.live beyond the power of threads and threats appetite and meds
Eerie
Witches
Ugly
Creepy
Freaky
Sneaky
Floating
Chanting
Cackling
Laughing
Broom sticks
Flying
Moonlight
Passing
Shadows
Waving
Witchcraft
Praying
Evil
Lethal
Hexing
People
Wilful
Wanton
Values
Rotten
Cats and
Magic
Crazy
Manic
Fear and
Panic
Wicked
Antic
Spell cast
Spoken
Lotion
Potion
Hocus
Pocus
Witchy
Slogan
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Smiling made her tired
I feared a frown was all
she could spare.
More than same than
different
what would
cause a person
to ask
Might she labor to
have discussion
one might think
she was making
him feel specials.
Yet to warn those
who didn't know her well
those who knew
her first would warn
When she makes you feel as if
you are number one
her first chose
or someone specail
she will crush your thoughts
she'll darken the brightest
day with her
meanest
and make the prettiest
flower coil.
her grin could turn milk into
clavor, curds and whey
she could sour a bag of
sugar
a glare turns to an
evil stear
you'll turn your head as a looker
when she grins run away
spare your feeling man
she is mean and uncaring
only a fool would like her kind
The bleak sky
begins its heavenly cry
as loose leaves burrow
in the marsh.
Pour another cup,
fill it with my lust for
choosing rain.
Sunken branches sway,
the wind breaks their trust.
The longing for despair,
the longing for disdain.
Promise me, a fool,
a tool in your game,
that your falling ivy
won’t bury me with dust.
Cradle me with fear,
cradle me with touch.
The chore of keeping
our core together through the pain
The frost on the pumpkin has yet to appear
In the forecast no 'partly witchy' tonight
Though goblins and ghosts decorate lawns
Thoughts of Halloween (still) seem to be yawns
Yet today a jet-black cat crossed my path
And a crack in the sidewalk caused me to stumble
But it's just too darn hot for this stuff... Do the math
At 85 degrees angry bees can still bumble
Witchy Witchy is so twitchy
Her colorful broom is also glitchy
They are a team
on Hallows mean
We see them flying high in the midnight sky
And the children scream “We are going to die!”
But wait, says the cat.
Who knows where it’s at.
She is not that bad, just married to a cad.
Hold up! Yells a small warlock. That is my dad!
So, the fight is on.
To the death, and the cat is gone.
The warlock yells, "Down here Mum!"
And witchy witchy heads south to get herself some
Delicious girls
With dark brown curls.
Ugh! They taste awful! She says to her son.
I know, he replies. But I thought it would be fun.
And the girls reattach the limbs she spit out.
They hurry home to tell everyone about…
Witchy witchy and her broom which was twitchy glitchy.
Three rather out-of-date witches
Faced small unexpected glitches
Cursed the night they were burned
Eternally they yearned
For youthful beauty and riches
Witchy Patty’s bulbous nose smelled smoked toad and horse livers.
Anticipating their sweet taste gave her the salivating quivers.
If they had bat’s tongue and owl’s beak she knew she’d get the shivers.
This insanely tasty fragrance was wafting up the entire length of Six Rivers.
As she flew her broom over the woods she got a quick peep
Of her craziest most unrelated cousins riding red and brown sheep.
She got so excited she gave a giant whoop and a giant airborne leap,
Falling off her broomstick, and landing next to them in a crumpled heap.
Her cousins raced toward her cackling; it was hilarious at first.
One of them honked her by her nose; another stole her pink clasped purse.
Little LuLu Witch was the first to finally begin hollering for an ER nurse.
They had actually filed Witchy Patty’s death. Frankly, there is nothing worse.
Written by Gail DeBole
on March 12, 2020
The witch loved to fly on her broom.
It fit like a cozy old shoe.
Magic led her the way
As she flew in the day
And zoomed on her broom to the moon.
No electric transport for her.
Her broom hid her in a blur.
So fast did she fly
In the blink of an eye
All you heard was a magical whrrrr.
I know I am being witchy
My glare is strong angry even
But do I stop?
No.
I am not ready
To get over this bad mood
Holding on to it
For silly reasons
My husband asks if I want anything in the store
Just to be able to stay in the car I reply
The second he gets in I ask "Did you get any potatoes?"
He looks at me for about half a second
Before we both start laughing
End of bad mood
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