Vampire Iran is sniffing out Israeli veins
Xi buzzards are circling the lotus Taiwan
Putin is feeding on the flesh of Ukraine
Nuclear wizards are waving their wands.
we want to be wizards stated the young owl
He meant he did, also his sidekick, T.V. Mowl
Mowl did whatever Henry wanted to do
He did not have a mind of his own, dendrites were few
Why wizards? I asked Henry, the lead owl always.
We think it will make October more fun, in several ways.
Can you name one of them? I asked him, wondering why.
We heard it will get us free cookies, cakes, and lemon pie.
I have no idea who told these owls this weird stuff.
Told them so, and Henry walked out in a huff.
T.W. Mowl stuck up his beak before he followed him.
He always mimics his much smarter friend.
the ghost was slippery, he outfoxed the wizard tonight
Took over the cauldron, for he was big, bold, white and bright.
The other animals were astounded that he got his own way
But this ghost is overbearing, every night, every day.
He poured in some liquids and said words no one had ever heard
They thought for a while he was being silly, rather absurd
Bubbling and swishing suddenly in the cauldron occurred
Something amazing was happening, we were all reassured.
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!!
Halloween is on its way,
Who shall we meet today?
We are up for trick or treat,
Spooky people we can meet,
Witches fly in, superior,
Wizards floating from exterior,
Goblins, ghouls, creepy ghosts,
Pumpkin parties eat their host,
Wiccans are all here to stay,
Halloween is on its way!
Party invitations popped up in everyone’s hand.
The Wizard invited everyone special in the land.
With magic galore, it was destined to be grand.
He made sure good fairies and elves were banned.
To respond they were invited to RSVP The Wizard.
On the menu would be yummy fricassee of gizzard.
And a huge bowl of sautéed toad eyes with lizard.
The host planned it was held on a night of a blizzard.
All in readiness as the guests were arriving first.
Were offered blood cocktails to quench their thirst.
Little did they know the drinks were cursed.
Sit tight you haven’t as yet even heard the worst.
For entertainment a banshee wailed a blood curdling song.
Dracula danced with Medusa to slow songs all night long.
When he tried to bite her neck, her snakes came on strong.
Witches and goblins, ghosts and ghouls all shared a bong.
Pinning the tail on the donkey beware as the donkey kicks.
Not bobbing for apples in a barrel, these were live chicks.
There were ghastly horror movies playing, Taylor Swift flicks.
All had nightmares after the party the Wizard was up to his tricks.
Grand Puuuuba of the Wizards League
With his ebony cape, often did intrigue
He wore a charm that brought in good
Strange the cat was stiff like wood
He arched his back and felines sighed
Cross eyes for sure! A troll-monger cried.
I was terrified of the Grand Puuuuba
His ambiance was scary, his temper raw.
Other feline groupies followed him from town to town.
Many were easier than paper towels, one was a clown.
But Grand Puuuuba only had crossed eyes for me.
Halloween was the night for me to flee.
he tells the tale, a wizard, he used to be, but not now
witches come in with owls, bats, and one – a cow.
They listen to his tale, feeling a bit of satisfaction now
For they were the ones who turned his wife into a sow.
Warriors of the ancient world
Unsheathe your swords of fire
To battle death and Dragons breath
Mercenaries for hire
In darkened hallways danger looms
A Sorcerer weaving spells
Magic cast from shadows past
As scripture once foretells
Caught amid the Wizard's web
Just pawns to take the fall
A futile plight but still they fight
With backs against the wall
Stoically they hold their ground
Behind bloody sword and shields
No kingdom stands with crimson hands
The moment courage yields
With Angels on their shoulders
The Wizard's spell was broken
Kneel and pray men win the day
Victory now awoken
No witnesses to celebrate
The mountains so many climb
History bleeds with valiant deeds
Now lost in sands of time
Nature
You’re the puzzle that baffles the wisest of men
You’re the mystery that guards the sacred scroll
You’re the beauty that inspires wizards and bards
You’re the bait that lure enlightened souls
You’re the guardian of the secretes —known and unknown
You’re the past, the present, the future and beyond…
The great and most powerful wizard of all wizards is a badger actually.
This was whispered to me by the wind blowing through a hollow tree.
Where do I find this wizard of a wizard? I asked, through animal telepathy.
The answer was immediately mind communicated deep with my psyche.
The badger wore no crown, but his position of power was immediately clear.
Animals that surrounded him were fox, mouse, squirrel and mule deer.
He said, “yumbo humbo kumbo, human animal, please come over here.”
I turned tail and I ran, for his power was something of which I had great fear.
I dreamt a wizard gave me a chart
So, I could find my way back home
I read it twice and learned it by heart
So, when I awoke, I could start to roam
By midday the hillcrests are within reach
At nightfall I descend the hills
My house must be set down on the beach
I keep forging on with a will
Dark clouds gather in an ominous dome
Seagulls squawk their ancient call
Where is the house I thought was home?
It had never existed at all!
I dreamt a wizard gave me a chart
So, I could find my way back home
1/18/22
The house shelters me with a thatch:
A building with a terrible patch
But with a good door I could latch
Against foes who troubles hatch
And powers only Jesus can match:
The wizards not letting go their first Batch
Seeking to every Living Soul catch
And me specifically snatch…
You see, when the best is not available
I let the Available remain usable.
Peek-a-boo lights glitter in "Never-Neverlands" night
Mock the silent stirring of sparking envious stars
Paths of enchantment glow through lush gardens that invite
Tempting us with desire to dance to warm guitars
"Love", the wizard casts his spell with idyllic moonlight
As our hearts swell in charmed gardens of dreamer's delight
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He speaks of the soul that must,
laid aside all emotions and its dust.
That balance which cannot be shaken,
by misfortunes and its taken.
Before one can see the world of magic,
realizing its virtues ecstatic.
For that within to become an outer gateway,
the peace in itself as determined pave way.
Windows of the soul and solution door,
threshold that provides always more.
The borrowed nature of sublimity,
caught in loving caring spirituality.
The heart hears it and the soul dances,
strength in humility advances.
The exaltation of human soul is divine,
a time and space at hand design.
The wizard climbs through space,
and accomplishes in time at place.
The ever moving life as nature,
providence glorious moments labor.
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