Donald John Trump, meet Percy Bysshe Shelley
You might have missed him since he's not there on your telly
He shows up in one of those things you held up in your hand
They're better read right side up than at Lafayette's last stand
Now Percy's man no longer stands 'cept in imagination
But what he stood up strong and tall befitting of his station
Is left in its inscription that you might do well to study
Like the writing on the wall where feet of clay turned muddy
Mistaking feats that magnify for feet that fate can't glorify
Leaves features that ironically will serve naught but to horrify
Historians and poets, even patronizing patriots
Even zealots, fans, and delegates won't help you dignify
THE WIZARD
Maxwell is a jolly old wizard
One day he got caught in a blizzard
never again will he go
to a place where there's snow
Prefers to lie in the sun like a lizard
SAT AT AN ANGLE
Perhaps this story I should not be sharing
Nothing under his shorts was he wearing
when he sat at an angle
from his shorts it would dangle
Not bothered not a sign he was caring
BLADDERWRACK
A group climbed up a high haystack
Then consumed a plate of fresh bladderwrack
constipation relieved
expected outcome achieved
They are now all feeling quite laid-back
DAISY
There's a myth surrounding old Daisy
reputed she was always quite lazy
always dux of her class
every subject she'd pass
The evidence seems to be hazy
A FULL BLADDER
Decided she'd climb a five metre ladder
Thirteen rungs up !! Bursting!! She's got a full bladder
peed from way above ground
many ants they got drowned
Job done she's now feeling much gladder
Voices in the head, play dead.
River, rib, rill, red.
Thunderbolts within the tread.
Gold, be made to lead.
Tornado, blue widening gyre.
Belladonna, byre.
Lyrics of the liquid lyre.
Orange funeral pyre.
Mandrake, when you start to shriek.
Canine, thy bad bane.
Feline, tremulous top teak.
Wading through green rain.
Paranoid, schizophrenia.
Thought-spark, white shirt hurt?
Lachrymose the languor law.
Arrowed, O black quirt.
Severance? Gone, thine own way.
Hell and Heaven, hay.
Doubt, dread, doom, dung disarray.
Away from me stay.
Coral reef, the legal brief.
Cases, caught a cold?
Cannabis, thy pressured kif.
Brown the grizzly bold.
Nanotechnological?
That means very small.
Mother Entropy, your call.
Sword, halve. Vine, vinall.
Tyrannosaur, how you roar!
Kill floor crimson gore!
Lava volcanic null door!
Wind up war before!
He's a whiz of a wiz
and what a whiz he is,
when he gets, sets right down,
and puts his mind to it,
with a trick or two up his sleeve,
he won't hesitate or dissimulate, he'll just do it,
and your eyes you really won't believe.
When his magic hat and he
had a holiday in Hawaii,
where, as he sat beach-side,
a Mai Tai to drink,
asked a local moke,
“Is it all mirrors and smoke?”
He reproachfully replied,
'Now, what do you think?
Have no illusions,
I'm not a prestidigitator,
with sleight of hand,
intended to obfuscate,
I've taken the oath,
my secrets never to reveal,
however, I can say this,
you may speculate.'
in all of the magical bogs in Mystical Valley
there resides a Wizard Frog whose name is McNally
McNally keeps his ideas to himself, and acts silly sometimes
But the rest of us know he can out-magic-all of the nines
The nines refers to the coven of witches up on the hill
Their magic can turn you into a lamp or moonshine still
McNally’s gifts are held secret by those of us who want to live
But he is more powerful than the rest, said my cousin Miv.
Oh, great wizard, expelled from Oz,
expounder of nature's laws,
could it possibly be,
if we open our eyes to see,
you are a crazy loon,
a grandiloquent buffoon?
wizard cat would not reveal his recipes or spells to any
I was not born yesterday he told his cousin Nosey Winnie
Winnie was irritated, because he had the best magic of all.
And he made wonderful cakes, none of them would fall.
The poet, a spellbinding wizard,
Experiences the magic power
Of creative imagination as it
Vigorously knocks at
The present moment, inspiring poetic
Truth or fantasy with striking
Imagery and genuine feeling.
Whether, positive or negative,
Personal or social,
This experience silences the world
Instantly to create.
Words are like delicate butterflies
Fluttering slowly in a sealed jar
Until the lid is carefully opened.
Words rhythmically ebb and flow,
Loop around,
Wrapping and linking,
Binding proudly,
Beaming with simplicity and splendor.
Written 11/11/2025
Warlocks, witches and wizards appear,
as they do this time every year,
exposing craggy faces, screeching sounds,
and sowing blood magic as fear abounds.
Guarding my head with pillowed quilt
hoping my craven face won’t melt!
But I cry out panicked! Horrified!
They pass me by on their frightful ride.
White-hot power rends me paralyzed
and by despair and anguish traumatized.
Terror races through my iced blood
reverberating a tortuous thud.
Ghouls and zombies teeming around
burgeoning in and out around town.
I pray to survive till sun arises
and confront no more horrid surprises.
Halloween is suitably scary.
I am vigilant, and wary.
Once-a-year is enough for me.
I savor being eerie- and freaky-free!!
Meet Midnight the sorcerer's cat
Magical brews and potions are his specialty
Finetuning his spells and curses
the owl wizard is coming! A nocturnal whisper, so no one sleeps
this frantic call went through the forest in whistles and peeps
the owl wizard flew past a deer and her fawn with brown spots.
this is a warning to all of you, he highlighted with precision dots
the hunters will be here by four-thirty, their blind is up there
No one should be anywhere near here; so now, take care
Giving them what they needed, the owl flew off to sleep.
The rest of them scattered, the deer ran off with a sheep.
A tribute to "STARGAZER" by Ronnie James Dio
Where are you in the constellation
Where do we fit in the whip-chained nation
Towers of stone and flesh and bone
Can’t bring the sun from the shadow
Won’t save the sun from the shadow
And time has no meaning
As the dead are all leaving
Leaving all the living behind
Their voices echo in my mind
The desert sand spins
As we come to our ends
And we leave all the living behind
With their voices echoing blind
Is it far, is it far
Tell me how far
To your constellation high in the stars
Our time has come
And then passed us by
Leaving but a memory
Beneath a Neptune dark sky
Is it far, is it far
Tell me how far
To the wizard’s constellation
Witch Wilma’s accurate abracadabras no longer work
Wiley wizard had jinxed her, that mean little jerk!
She had to give up favorite kinds of bewitching
Which made her pimply purple nose go wild with twitching
Incantations and spells are now a thing of the past
Mumbo jumbo sabotage of that little creep better not last!
I, too, have been to the land of Oz,
where everything is
that never was,
where nothing is never
anyone's sole endeavor,
and where whatever is
is never just because.
When I arrived in the land of Oz,
I met a guy who claimed he wasn't who he was.
And neither was he who he'd been.
So, I was very confused when he did begin
to explain why he thought I was his next of kin.
Winky claimed she spent the night with the Wizard of Oz,
who graciously invited her to partake of his noz.
But she declined, saying, “Oh, Mr. Oz!
I can't do that ~ because~
I'll never again be the same as I was.
The way it is it never was
in that funky land we know as Oz,
where girls are girls and boys and boys,
and girls play with their dinky toys
to condemnation or applause.
One day in the Land of Oz,
I got hit in the back of the head by a big bag of fuzz.
And this is the first thing the doctor said,
when I woke up in an Oz hospital bed:
"At least now we know what getting hit in the head by a big bag of fuzz does."
Wizard cat was the only cat allowed to grow a beard at Mount Murreeor
To distinguish him from ordinary Toms, for he was by far superior
seventh son of the seventh son of the seventh son, he was a soothsayer
He could have been a bear, tiger, lion, crocodile and dragon slayer.
Wizard cat chose a quiet life; he gave advice to those who sought him out.
Never gave tips or ideas, even to those who tended to pout.
wise enough to realize you cannot be sold, you have to want to buy.
his life was easy and peaceful; he got along with people with barely a try.
good at listening, many said, amazed he could sit and listen for hours.
And he is great at helping you patch your roof before the coming showers.
Wizard cat was revered and respected at Mount Murreeor for many years.
Even dragons liked him, for he never bothered them, alleviating their fears.
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