"covens" poems - Hello Poetry

Penelope Cruz Used to muse On the use Of oversized microwave ovens In the covens Of Barcelona. Give them their due They know how to imbue Broomsticks with fresh belladonna!

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Mar 28, 2014

Mar 28, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC

david-alexander-jackson

Penelope Cruz On The Idiosyncratic Use Of Broomsticks

Penelope Cruz Used to muse On the use Of oversized microwave ovens In the covens Of Barcelona. Give them their due They know how to imbue Broomsticks with fresh belladonna!

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Out in the children’s playground On the wasteland, near the flat, There once was a shiny roundabout They called ‘The Witches Hat’, It hung from a greasy centre pole And would spin, just like a top, For once that we set it spinning It would take an hour to stop. They painted the Hat in black shellac So it gleamed beneath the sun, But stood like an evil entity, in the dark When the day was done, We never ventured abroad by night For the land, we thought, was cursed, With the Witches Hat a reminder of Just what had stood there first. Once it had been a Magic Wood With Elves, and Grimms and Ghosts, Witches covens and Goblins ovens We heard about the most, The land was cleared for a new estate And they called the land a park, But nights you heard the muffled shuffle Of dancing, in the dark. It was then that they set the Witches Hat Up on a pole to spin, One of us ran around with it While others sat on the brim, We always ran with it clockwise Then stood back to count the spins, For Mother Malloy had warned us Never to turn it widdershins. She said it would stop the earth, and that The sun would go back down, The Prince of Darkness lay in wait For the Witches Hat, his crown, We thought that she must be bonkers And we laughed each time she frowned, But never would spin the Witches Hat Not once, the other way round. But then on an Autumn afternoon When the nights were coming in, Mother said, ‘Take your brother out, Go take him out for a spin.’ She wanted to clean the house, she said, ‘And you’re always in the way!’ So I took young Robin out with me, He’d just turned four that day. I put him up on the Witches Hat And I spun, and spun him round, But Robin was a querulous child And he cried, to put him down. So then in a bloody-minded mood And after a dozen spins, I stopped the Hat and I turned it round, And ran with it, widdershins. It must have been almost dusk by then For the sun dropped into the ground, The Moon came up with a silver beam And it lit the whole surround, I ran as fast as I’d ever run And the Hat spun like a top, Robin sat on the opposite side So I’d see him, once I’d stop. I ran until I was out of breath Then I stopped to watch it spin, But no-one was on the Witches Hat And I felt the fear begin, I searched and scoured the land around And I crawled beneath the Hat, The little fellow had disappeared So I ran back home to the flat. I’ll always remember that awful day, The day when the fates were cast, I’d spun him into the future, or I’d left him there in the past, I shouldn’t have turned it widdershins But now can’t bring him back, At night it gleams in a pale moonbeam That terrible Witches Hat! David Lewis Paget

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Dec 27, 2013

Dec 27, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC

david-lewis-paget

The Witches Hat

Out in the children’s playground On the wasteland, near the flat, There once was a shiny roundabout They called ‘The Witches Hat’, It hung from a greasy centre pole And would spin, just like a top, For once that we set it spinning It would take an hour to stop. They painted the Hat in black shellac So it gleamed beneath the sun, But stood like an evil entity, in the dark When the day was done, We never ventured abroad by night For the land, we thought, was cursed, With the Witches Hat a reminder of Just what had stood there first. Once it had been a Magic Wood With Elves, and Grimms and Ghosts, Witches covens and Goblins ovens We heard about the most, The land was cleared for a new estate And they called the land a park, But nights you heard the muffled shuffle Of dancing, in the dark. It was then that they set the Witches Hat Up on a pole to spin, One of us ran around with it While others sat on the brim, We always ran with it clockwise Then stood back to count the spins, For Mother Malloy had warned us Never to turn it widdershins. She said it would stop the earth, and that The sun would go back down, The Prince of Darkness lay in wait For the Witches Hat, his crown, We thought that she must be bonkers And we laughed each time she frowned, But never would spin the Witches Hat Not once, the other way round. But then on an Autumn afternoon When the nights were coming in, Mother said, ‘Take your brother out, Go take him out for a spin.’ She wanted to clean the house, she said, ‘And you’re always in the way!’ So I took young Robin out with me, He’d just turned four that day. I put him up on the Witches Hat And I spun, and spun him round, But Robin was a querulous child And he cried, to put him down. So then in a bloody-minded mood And after a dozen spins, I stopped the Hat and I turned it round, And ran with it, widdershins. It must have been almost dusk by then For the sun dropped into the ground, The Moon came up with a silver beam And it lit the whole surround, I ran as fast as I’d ever run And the Hat spun like a top, Robin sat on the opposite side So I’d see him, once I’d stop. I ran until I was out of breath Then I stopped to watch it spin, But no-one was on the Witches Hat And I felt the fear begin, I searched and scoured the land around And I crawled beneath the Hat, The little fellow had disappeared So I ran back home to the flat. I’ll always remember that awful day, The day when the fates were cast, I’d spun him into the future, or I’d left him there in the past, I shouldn’t have turned it widdershins But now can’t bring him back, At night it gleams in a pale moonbeam That terrible Witches Hat! David Lewis Paget

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readily acknowledge our highest standard of luna loving madness we treat our luna connection with equality - great affection as well as sensible trepidation, for its transgender nature, though well disguised, is but surficial, that we all ken, when compared to ***** bewitching covens who in the forest deepest dens, exclaim their aroused allegiance over and over and over again but so so many lunatics lurking in the poetic coven, who knew! do not ask all the luna~ticced poets to step forward, unless you wish to crash the internet's servers whom I'm told, who too, are silent secret devotees who among us has not scribed truth and lies, when standing outside, greeting the divine presence

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Jan 7, 2018

Jan 7, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC

false-poets

Lunar-tics! Everywhere! Who knew?

readily acknowledge our highest standard of luna loving madness we treat our luna connection with equality - great affection as well as sensible trepidation, for its transgender nature, though well disguised, is but surficial, that we all ken, when compared to ***** bewitching covens who in the forest deepest dens, exclaim their aroused allegiance over and over and over again but so so many lunatics lurking in the poetic coven, who knew! do not ask all the luna~ticced poets to step forward, unless you wish to crash the internet's servers whom I'm told, who too, are silent secret devotees who among us has not scribed truth and lies, when standing outside, greeting the divine presence

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The sky was green, the trees were red Folks were rising from the dead I guess I should have stayed in bed Things were going on in Salem Zombies walking through the town The inside of my shorts was brown What once was up was somehow down What was going on in Salem I'd heard a tale of witches three Who died in sixteen ninety three They all were hung from a tall tree In a spot outside of Salem I checked to see they weren't around They were still buried in the ground They lay there silent, nary a sound But, what was wrong in Salem Covens, witches, fake or real Red trees, green skies was quite surreal For zombies, I might be their next meal The was magic out in Salem I did some research and found out That spells recited round about By witches reinforced with stout Would ***** things up in Salem You see, a spell from in the past would never work, nor would it last Especially if it was cast By a drunken witch in Salem We found her dancing in the park She'd gotten drunk just for a lark She'd been drinking hard since before dark To cast a spell on Salem The cops came in and charged said witch For casting spells while drunk, the ***** Forgot the rules, there lies the hitch Of casting spells in Salem Public Intoxicantation , the charge was laid For all the mischief that she made Three nights in jail, a fine was paid Now all is well in Salem

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Jul 16, 2012

Jul 16, 2012 at 7:00 PM UTC

roger-turner

Intoxicantation was the charge.

The sky was green, the trees were red Folks were rising from the dead I guess I should have stayed in bed Things were going on in Salem Zombies walking through the town The inside of my shorts was brown What once was up was somehow down What was going on in Salem I'd heard a tale of witches three Who died in sixteen ninety three They all were hung from a tall tree In a spot outside of Salem I checked to see they weren't around They were still buried in the ground They lay there silent, nary a sound But, what was wrong in Salem Covens, witches, fake or real Red trees, green skies was quite surreal For zombies, I might be their next meal The was magic out in Salem I did some research and found out That spells recited round about By witches reinforced with stout Would ***** things up in Salem You see, a spell from in the past would never work, nor would it last Especially if it was cast By a drunken witch in Salem We found her dancing in the park She'd gotten drunk just for a lark She'd been drinking hard since before dark To cast a spell on Salem The cops came in and charged said witch For casting spells while drunk, the ***** Forgot the rules, there lies the hitch Of casting spells in Salem Public Intoxicantation , the charge was laid For all the mischief that she made Three nights in jail, a fine was paid Now all is well in Salem

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The Full Moon Brings to mind red eyed vampyres witches covens wolves howling but to me it is beautiful ,a soft cool wind black pinpricked skies the flickering red/whitelight of a passing jet the distant view of a thunderstorm nothing is nicer than to view the world at night

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May 5, 2013

May 5, 2013 at 6:21 AM UTC

david-rooke

full moon

The Full Moon Brings to mind red eyed vampyres witches covens wolves howling but to me it is beautiful ,a soft cool wind black pinpricked skies the flickering red/whitelight of a passing jet the distant view of a thunderstorm nothing is nicer than to view the world at night

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Delicacies of darkness, Intricacies of energy; Witches of woe Insinuating that nothing we pass is past, As all beginnings were long since begun. Protecting an abnormality, That would rather be condemned, By self-centered ambition of men. An insanity that turns her right, round again. Now if now only. Living by wick and glee of natural ability. You would come and dare, Old sentimentality and whimsicality, Rampart of myths and misconceptions. To indulge in mischievous play Under the indigo sky, By the light of a spiral of far fire. The journey starts by stealing hearts If only now you would come I should be happy.

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Dec 3, 2016

Dec 3, 2016 at 4:39 AM UTC

NeonRobinson

Covens Conquest

Delicacies of darkness, Intricacies of energy; Witches of woe Insinuating that nothing we pass is past, As all beginnings were long since begun. Protecting an abnormality, That would rather be condemned, By self-centered ambition of men. An insanity that turns her right, round again. Now if now only. Living by wick and glee of natural ability. You would come and dare, Old sentimentality and whimsicality, Rampart of myths and misconceptions. To indulge in mischievous play Under the indigo sky, By the light of a spiral of far fire. The journey starts by stealing hearts If only now you would come I should be happy.

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Crouching trees congregate in covens -- witchcraft

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Nov 27, 2012

Nov 27, 2012 at 8:51 PM UTC

dena

Haiku

Crouching trees congregate in covens -- witchcraft

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By Arcassin Burnham I gotta be a man for you, Eliminate The circumstance for you, There's no other quick way to prove, How deeply I'm so in love with you, We create our own little horror story, Witches and covens make the best out of a love spell, I couldn't tell, You give me no hell, But you make me tear up when I stare down at you, Watching the light as it propelled, Giving pride to others when you react alot, Serving the audience like giving out crack, In plastic bags where the dreams grow, So does the shrums, I swear your ambition can consume, Replace my fragments, Kissing would be hell and heaven, Screaming back and forth, Arguments, We'll never get into one, I love more than the sun, If I could blow it for you I would, Maybe, Do something your feelings never could, I miss you violet.

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Jul 1, 2015

Jul 1, 2015 at 3:45 AM UTC

arcassin-burnham

"Violet"

By Arcassin Burnham I gotta be a man for you, Eliminate The circumstance for you, There's no other quick way to prove, How deeply I'm so in love with you, We create our own little horror story, Witches and covens make the best out of a love spell, I couldn't tell, You give me no hell, But you make me tear up when I stare down at you, Watching the light as it propelled, Giving pride to others when you react alot, Serving the audience like giving out crack, In plastic bags where the dreams grow, So does the shrums, I swear your ambition can consume, Replace my fragments, Kissing would be hell and heaven, Screaming back and forth, Arguments, We'll never get into one, I love more than the sun, If I could blow it for you I would, Maybe, Do something your feelings never could, I miss you violet.

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Follow me, me, me, I shall lead you to the parting of the seas, I shall be the one Day and night, fluffy clouds of living wool and ticks we are, not in the sky, but grounded in green grass around, We follow you, You I have never known, never seen, but leader by seeds of my ancestors sown, I have grown with the herd, all I have known. The shadows are watching, Wolves across the darkened prairie, Awash in the milky white of moonlight, They hunt by night, These wisps of fright. You Leader, Oh most Invisible one, at the front of the run, wolf-wary and toiling under the sun, And moon. The wolves are always looking to the sky, I wonder why ? Then so did I. For the first time ever a sheep has never Has actually looked up high, Into the starry hea’ens, studded glimmers on a wolfs black coat, the wisened old hunter, the cunning wily, a secret of the cut throats long known, peers down on me, their stories, older than my oldest me. For the wolves know, my leaders head is low, That we move into the fields, there by the northern star, And there will be a gathering, A feast of lamb to behold, For the collection of wolf covens of old, Our pastures of peace lie to the east, By my reckoning of the stars, But my leader follows the reckoning of old, A forgotten past, A legacy that goes to our death every year To feed the wolverines that costs us dear.

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Mar 27, 2010

Mar 27, 2010 at 10:47 AM UTC

justin-blaauw

Follow Me

Follow me, me, me, I shall lead you to the parting of the seas, I shall be the one Day and night, fluffy clouds of living wool and ticks we are, not in the sky, but grounded in green grass around, We follow you, You I have never known, never seen, but leader by seeds of my ancestors sown, I have grown with the herd, all I have known. The shadows are watching, Wolves across the darkened prairie, Awash in the milky white of moonlight, They hunt by night, These wisps of fright. You Leader, Oh most Invisible one, at the front of the run, wolf-wary and toiling under the sun, And moon. The wolves are always looking to the sky, I wonder why ? Then so did I. For the first time ever a sheep has never Has actually looked up high, Into the starry hea’ens, studded glimmers on a wolfs black coat, the wisened old hunter, the cunning wily, a secret of the cut throats long known, peers down on me, their stories, older than my oldest me. For the wolves know, my leaders head is low, That we move into the fields, there by the northern star, And there will be a gathering, A feast of lamb to behold, For the collection of wolf covens of old, Our pastures of peace lie to the east, By my reckoning of the stars, But my leader follows the reckoning of old, A forgotten past, A legacy that goes to our death every year To feed the wolverines that costs us dear.

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Eye of nywt, tail of lizard, Bat wings and vulture gizzard, Steam, boil and bubble, Witch’s recipe for trouble. Cuts of nail, strands of hair, Remember the green eyes, what a pair, Stir and mix this Witch’s stew, Watch it foam, see it brew. Revenge is cooking up so sweet, Another touch of magic will knock him off his feet. Rituals, Incantations and Spells, Serving him a batch of Hell, Demons rise to my aid, Crucify him, make him afraid. Worlock’s and Witch’s from covens far and near, Help me with my Rites, help me spread fear, Snake venom and coffin dust, Make him pay for his selfish lust. Spirits of the ****** reach out, In agony I want to hear him shout. Nightmares of ghastly ghouls, Knives sinking in ****** pools, Always haunt him, torture him! Make him know; ******** me was a horrific sin.

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Jul 8, 2010

Jul 8, 2010 at 5:49 AM UTC

nichole-north

Bitch’s Brew

Eye of nywt, tail of lizard, Bat wings and vulture gizzard, Steam, boil and bubble, Witch’s recipe for trouble. Cuts of nail, strands of hair, Remember the green eyes, what a pair, Stir and mix this Witch’s stew, Watch it foam, see it brew. Revenge is cooking up so sweet, Another touch of magic will knock him off his feet. Rituals, Incantations and Spells, Serving him a batch of Hell, Demons rise to my aid, Crucify him, make him afraid. Worlock’s and Witch’s from covens far and near, Help me with my Rites, help me spread fear, Snake venom and coffin dust, Make him pay for his selfish lust. Spirits of the ****** reach out, In agony I want to hear him shout. Nightmares of ghastly ghouls, Knives sinking in ****** pools, Always haunt him, torture him! Make him know; ******** me was a horrific sin.

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Ringing in the background. It follows me around to announce itself Uninvited, to fill the gaps of my distraction. It reminds me of what I have yet to achieve Yet I argue back my lack of energy We settle on coffee. Once a week or twice I seek to bring about a daily change That laughs in the face of painful reality. So until it happens, I'll watch the grass The wind the moon the goddess Her welcoming my change.

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Nov 27, 2020

Nov 27, 2020 at 12:48 PM UTC

BattyHatter

Covens

Ringing in the background. It follows me around to announce itself Uninvited, to fill the gaps of my distraction. It reminds me of what I have yet to achieve Yet I argue back my lack of energy We settle on coffee. Once a week or twice I seek to bring about a daily change That laughs in the face of painful reality. So until it happens, I'll watch the grass The wind the moon the goddess Her welcoming my change.

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Squalls shadow petulant March with outrage ... The incendiary finger of God striking the fearful world .. Blackbird covens proclaim their insecurity at tempest edge , charcoal leviathans loom , ever radical and ominous ....

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Feb 20, 2016

Feb 20, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

The Turbulent Dusk

Squalls shadow petulant March with outrage ... The incendiary finger of God striking the fearful world .. Blackbird covens proclaim their insecurity at tempest edge , charcoal leviathans loom , ever radical and ominous ....

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What is it like The moonlight on her skin Surely it must dance Some spectral movement A longing that only The forest would know Deep secrets whispered Beneath its bows Ancient recollections of Sweet footfalls amid the duff and Arcane choired reverances Echoing a covens embrace around Samhain fires Charming the spirits arise and Make light the growing darkness But time is cruel and She alone now stands Testament to the cycle ******** in the dew Singing the old songs In the old ways Enticing that old wood wake and Take heed the coming dawn

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Oct 29, 2020

Oct 29, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC

WordsandotherTrash

Mooon Witch

What is it like The moonlight on her skin Surely it must dance Some spectral movement A longing that only The forest would know Deep secrets whispered Beneath its bows Ancient recollections of Sweet footfalls amid the duff and Arcane choired reverances Echoing a covens embrace around Samhain fires Charming the spirits arise and Make light the growing darkness But time is cruel and She alone now stands Testament to the cycle ******** in the dew Singing the old songs In the old ways Enticing that old wood wake and Take heed the coming dawn

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For Freedom Most will Live and Die for Justice Beauty, None shall Lie Some say they stand for Truth, not Strife From Cowards Pulpit, **** Pure Life A bomb on earth Is held in Mind And like this peeping, not meant to find Hiding Calls the Angels Death In Mind, then Earth, and then the Breath A Soldier , Witch, or Spy can See Own Limits, not Loves Mystery Some want to stop the Death of Earth It's JOY , not spying that brings Forth Mirth A Covens Shield Will fail all Hope When Greed within is made the Pope This Hiding, Spying, Curse does Fail For all whose Life has Felt Christs Nail The noble Soul is not afraid To stand the Light that Freedom's Made Sad, spineless, fearful , means reveal Impure intention, reach to steal.. You say I lie, what lie is that? You say that all behind my back I welcome all hiden cowards Now To face and Lead with God's Great Vow But none have shown, True leaders Skill In Arts of Soul without fights drill If Dare this shame meet now as we An Easter Miracle, it shall Be

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Mar 23, 2016

Mar 23, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC

kw3

Coward

For Freedom Most will Live and Die for Justice Beauty, None shall Lie Some say they stand for Truth, not Strife From Cowards Pulpit, **** Pure Life A bomb on earth Is held in Mind And like this peeping, not meant to find Hiding Calls the Angels Death In Mind, then Earth, and then the Breath A Soldier , Witch, or Spy can See Own Limits, not Loves Mystery Some want to stop the Death of Earth It's JOY , not spying that brings Forth Mirth A Covens Shield Will fail all Hope When Greed within is made the Pope This Hiding, Spying, Curse does Fail For all whose Life has Felt Christs Nail The noble Soul is not afraid To stand the Light that Freedom's Made Sad, spineless, fearful , means reveal Impure intention, reach to steal.. You say I lie, what lie is that? You say that all behind my back I welcome all hiden cowards Now To face and Lead with God's Great Vow But none have shown, True leaders Skill In Arts of Soul without fights drill If Dare this shame meet now as we An Easter Miracle, it shall Be

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The treasure chest Her ((Piece De Resistance)) French skills of perseverance She was a hollow crown of jewels Not the zircon bright yellow The darker to see you my dear near my pillow That death by chocolate how she craved those sweets Graveyard shift current events Those men dark Batman suits water skiing and internet surfing That bat eye batmobile showdown missile Cells and locks to open the gate and keys A hell of a wish never on Sunday to ring her bell the Siren She made their hair home Sunday dark gravy Lips were too thin and skully Was a cycle her lowdown Shot glass don't touch my Philly So gravely razor suit and a shave Her mouth Tornado But the vivacious Viking Crypt look hellhole The gathering dead again Santa dead pole couldn't stop bickering No-one cared to notice her dreadlocks "The Cryptocurrency" what urgency She was drawn into the Arsenic and Lace Viva Las Vegas roll the dice Cryptic engraved cellar Like the maestro was playing his serenade She-devil Pillar catching her death of cold Feeling high winding staircase Wearing her gown ripped lowdown Being blown off the town lace Oh! Fiddlestick with the ***** of light Breaking free from husbands sight The rise of the current storms heads up she drinks Grand dead Marnier Took over such a restraint This wasn't black and gray spray paint What a fiercest most recent ancient current events Reptilian and it was the family of witches and covens Words engraved so cryptically She was wearing her snakeskin bag signature The body of dead sea such rapture The fire feet stepping over seashells Takes the hell out of Sahara snakes She got a backdraft Black widow of waistlines 13 inches Spyder Graphics Those shifters and heretics He was the Rocky face The shorelines those laugh-lines Sad clown dark eyes scratched The cat feline Her addiction was the guylines Crypt crooked cop fines Another startup kit The dark edgy women her legs just fit

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Jun 18, 2018

Jun 18, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC

robinHelloRow

Crypt Look So Current

The treasure chest Her ((Piece De Resistance)) French skills of perseverance She was a hollow crown of jewels Not the zircon bright yellow The darker to see you my dear near my pillow That death by chocolate how she craved those sweets Graveyard shift current events Those men dark Batman suits water skiing and internet surfing That bat eye batmobile showdown missile Cells and locks to open the gate and keys A hell of a wish never on Sunday to ring her bell the Siren She made their hair home Sunday dark gravy Lips were too thin and skully Was a cycle her lowdown Shot glass don't touch my Philly So gravely razor suit and a shave Her mouth Tornado But the vivacious Viking Crypt look hellhole The gathering dead again Santa dead pole couldn't stop bickering No-one cared to notice her dreadlocks "The Cryptocurrency" what urgency She was drawn into the Arsenic and Lace Viva Las Vegas roll the dice Cryptic engraved cellar Like the maestro was playing his serenade She-devil Pillar catching her death of cold Feeling high winding staircase Wearing her gown ripped lowdown Being blown off the town lace Oh! Fiddlestick with the ***** of light Breaking free from husbands sight The rise of the current storms heads up she drinks Grand dead Marnier Took over such a restraint This wasn't black and gray spray paint What a fiercest most recent ancient current events Reptilian and it was the family of witches and covens Words engraved so cryptically She was wearing her snakeskin bag signature The body of dead sea such rapture The fire feet stepping over seashells Takes the hell out of Sahara snakes She got a backdraft Black widow of waistlines 13 inches Spyder Graphics Those shifters and heretics He was the Rocky face The shorelines those laugh-lines Sad clown dark eyes scratched The cat feline Her addiction was the guylines Crypt crooked cop fines Another startup kit The dark edgy women her legs just fit

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All is fine, on the other side Misshapen cats and dolls Those tricksters have it all In empty spaces and pillow cases Lighting striking twice, now thrice Creating avenues that illuminate handsome jackals that ********** All is fine, when dead inside The furnace lights itself From the pain I solely dealt Naked and afraid; with complete dismay Nothing as long as that eternal song commemorating an epic tale blurred by time’s murky veil. All contrived, within my mind Galvanized heart beats Occupy walls of streets To love and not be loved What remains from ink stains? A tongue well-lubricated with wine Spewing quotidian antidepressant lines All is said, while coaxed in red The deniers of vices both flesh and soul Instilled from the burnt bridges toll So torn and ***** so wanting of *** So lavishly beaten. Pleasurably defeated. A thousand eyes poking from brick ovens Summoned through muck and devil covens All inside, my guts and mind. Lungs full of American Spirits cigs Scalped head like an old lady wigs Birds of a feather, doused in boiling weather Flock together with kids forever All my exes live lives I could not give them And I live alone, denying I miss them. All is fine, on my side. All is fine, really. All is. Fine...

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Oct 11, 2017

Oct 11, 2017 at 8:32 AM UTC

trevor-gates

All Is Fine, on the Other Side

All is fine, on the other side Misshapen cats and dolls Those tricksters have it all In empty spaces and pillow cases Lighting striking twice, now thrice Creating avenues that illuminate handsome jackals that ********** All is fine, when dead inside The furnace lights itself From the pain I solely dealt Naked and afraid; with complete dismay Nothing as long as that eternal song commemorating an epic tale blurred by time’s murky veil. All contrived, within my mind Galvanized heart beats Occupy walls of streets To love and not be loved What remains from ink stains? A tongue well-lubricated with wine Spewing quotidian antidepressant lines All is said, while coaxed in red The deniers of vices both flesh and soul Instilled from the burnt bridges toll So torn and ***** so wanting of *** So lavishly beaten. Pleasurably defeated. A thousand eyes poking from brick ovens Summoned through muck and devil covens All inside, my guts and mind. Lungs full of American Spirits cigs Scalped head like an old lady wigs Birds of a feather, doused in boiling weather Flock together with kids forever All my exes live lives I could not give them And I live alone, denying I miss them. All is fine, on my side. All is fine, really. All is. Fine...

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Eros, Your Wife Do Craved My Lovers Touch Falsetto, Your Daddy Aspired My Bodies Mind Horrorus Your Mommy Cries the Knife She Held Camera Unbeknownst in The Grave A N D The Chorus Sings!! Watching i S H e e Stalking Marks Unseen Of INK staining Pretense Unseeing Covens White Vapor Pumas Hour Glass NOW

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May 28, 2016

May 28, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC

kw3

iSHee

Eros, Your Wife Do Craved My Lovers Touch Falsetto, Your Daddy Aspired My Bodies Mind Horrorus Your Mommy Cries the Knife She Held Camera Unbeknownst in The Grave A N D The Chorus Sings!! Watching i S H e e Stalking Marks Unseen Of INK staining Pretense Unseeing Covens White Vapor Pumas Hour Glass NOW

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I silenced myself myself and others lovers to brothers I made them deaf I silenced my voice and voices of mothers my sisters’ covens and covers of the never ending choice I stepped in silence to not have to answer what and why and why her and what happened to my lens Silence for my eyes that need not to see it all silence to my ears dull and my mouth full of honest lies I want and will be silent to those who do not wait to those who wait I may whisper part-truths of repent Where’s the reason for my silent (do not) ask, I do not know under pressure, I bend and bow guilt of hope lost makes me violent Wounds I don’t see, silent there I wish to draw, thousand lines smelling iron, liquor and pines caring enough not to care Silence, voices, winds and hums so loud that I cannot breathe deafening so that I flee feeling my fleet running past A last drumroll, silence dear to be honored, to get big I’ll switch gears, clothes, wear a wig tongue on the floor, silent fear Silently dripping, drooling red silence clicking, rhythm lost for the silence, hidden costs here I’ll sit down, sound is dead

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Nov 16, 2020

Nov 16, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC

andTilly

silencing

I silenced myself myself and others lovers to brothers I made them deaf I silenced my voice and voices of mothers my sisters’ covens and covers of the never ending choice I stepped in silence to not have to answer what and why and why her and what happened to my lens Silence for my eyes that need not to see it all silence to my ears dull and my mouth full of honest lies I want and will be silent to those who do not wait to those who wait I may whisper part-truths of repent Where’s the reason for my silent (do not) ask, I do not know under pressure, I bend and bow guilt of hope lost makes me violent Wounds I don’t see, silent there I wish to draw, thousand lines smelling iron, liquor and pines caring enough not to care Silence, voices, winds and hums so loud that I cannot breathe deafening so that I flee feeling my fleet running past A last drumroll, silence dear to be honored, to get big I’ll switch gears, clothes, wear a wig tongue on the floor, silent fear Silently dripping, drooling red silence clicking, rhythm lost for the silence, hidden costs here I’ll sit down, sound is dead

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Hi ladies and gentlemen Let me public backbite this one. Yes, yes this one, this one! Do you know him! My God, one day I video called him! Yes, two second his phone was off! Yes, they said he fell and his phone was off! I asked them why? They said "he saw your wife and think is Beyonce" Ladies and gentlemen do not think this one is Jayz. (Yes, Yes, yes is Jayz woooh Jayz!) No guys let me tell you guys! Me, you see me! I do not know how to backbite! Yes, I do not know how to backbite! You see, I am forced to tell you the truth! My God, My God this people! My God, My God your people! The guy, the guy who fell is is .... No, I say, ya I say the guy who fell Is m-y my, no the greed guy. Living next to me, my neighbour! Yes, he used to stay somewhere somewhere at Magic City... And cheated with my girlfriend. And this day he was shocked he is my neighbour. Let me warn all the people of magi city. Me, you see me, I am a native doctor! I say, I say I am a classic doctor! Him, he is a western doctor! And, and that guy who witch us He is a traditional and outdated doctor! So, this guy he once worked as a western doctor! Where, at the capital city; And later he resigned, why because of his calling! You know where, I am going! This guy, he was once a prophet! What happened, he failed to be patient! You know what he did! He started killing people, why? He wanted to be rich; and me yes, I! I started calling him an outdated doctor! And her colleagues decided to call him a traditional doctor! You know where I am going! I do not know to back bite! Some people have shrines, from where, from the devil! Are they real shrines, no! But what? just coven's! Are they called covens, no! But what? Churches and so forth! Lord forgive me, for my sins Thank you Lord! Written By: The Senior Date: Undefined

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Apr 18, 2023

Apr 18, 2023 at 5:17 AM UTC

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He Fell

Hi ladies and gentlemen Let me public backbite this one. Yes, yes this one, this one! Do you know him! My God, one day I video called him! Yes, two second his phone was off! Yes, they said he fell and his phone was off! I asked them why? They said "he saw your wife and think is Beyonce" Ladies and gentlemen do not think this one is Jayz. (Yes, Yes, yes is Jayz woooh Jayz!) No guys let me tell you guys! Me, you see me! I do not know how to backbite! Yes, I do not know how to backbite! You see, I am forced to tell you the truth! My God, My God this people! My God, My God your people! The guy, the guy who fell is is .... No, I say, ya I say the guy who fell Is m-y my, no the greed guy. Living next to me, my neighbour! Yes, he used to stay somewhere somewhere at Magic City... And cheated with my girlfriend. And this day he was shocked he is my neighbour. Let me warn all the people of magi city. Me, you see me, I am a native doctor! I say, I say I am a classic doctor! Him, he is a western doctor! And, and that guy who witch us He is a traditional and outdated doctor! So, this guy he once worked as a western doctor! Where, at the capital city; And later he resigned, why because of his calling! You know where, I am going! This guy, he was once a prophet! What happened, he failed to be patient! You know what he did! He started killing people, why? He wanted to be rich; and me yes, I! I started calling him an outdated doctor! And her colleagues decided to call him a traditional doctor! You know where I am going! I do not know to back bite! Some people have shrines, from where, from the devil! Are they real shrines, no! But what? just coven's! Are they called covens, no! But what? Churches and so forth! Lord forgive me, for my sins Thank you Lord! Written By: The Senior Date: Undefined

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