"twigged" poems
Haunched like a faun, he hooed
From grove of moon-glint and fen-frost
Until all owls in the twigged forest
Flapped black to look and brood
On the call this man made.
No sound but a drunken coot
Lurching home along river bank.
Stars hung water-sunk, so a rank
Of double star-eyes lit
Boughs where those owls sat.
An arena of yellow eyes
Watched the changing shape he cut,
Saw hoof harden from foot, saw sprout
Goat-horns. Marked how god rose
And galloped woodward in that guise.
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Her wide-brim hat was pointed, and worn with ne'er a tilt
Her midnight robe was flowing, and wove from satin silk
Her Besom broom was hazel-hilted, twigged with fresh cut birch
As she flew o'er the hill, until she spied a rocky perch
The hill was trapped in moons light, caught in its silken nets
And grizzled trees were swaying casting eerie silhouettes
A howling wind came moaning, as it wailed a haunting sound
When her swishing broom came whooshing, as she swept o'er the ground
She alighted on the hill top, landing dainty on her toes
And took a tattered grimoire which she held up to her nose
She raised a magic talisman and cast an ancient spell
Then she waited through the gloaming, till midnight chimed its bell
The hill stood gravely silent, as the wind restrained its breath
The grass and flowers wilted and released their scent of death
The shadows neath the trees became alive and took on shape
And ghostly figures rose, as Hallows Eve called them awake
The sounds of horse drawn carriages, came trundling up the hill
Whilst babbling jeering voices exorcised the silent still
A sudden gust of wind called out the names of those condemned
Each manacled and chained up, as they rode to meet their end
As time echoed its memories, she watched the scene unfold
The victims forced unwillingly, to climb upon the scaffold
Some offered up the Lord’s Prayer, and ne'er a word was stumbled
They took a final breath of life, and into hell they tumbled
Their bodies swung ungainly, as they swayed a ghastly dance
With lifeless spectral faces locked into a stone-like trance
Their deathly shrouds were pale, reflected in moons silken sheen
And she watched as they cavorted, ne'er attempt to intervene
They slunk back into shadows, at the fading of the night
The hill reprieved from darkness by the early morning light
The ritual was completed, as she whispered them goodbye
And she climbed onto her hazel broom and kicked into the sky
On Gallows Hill neath stars and moon they hung
And ne'er a one had done the world a wrong
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
The good looking kids NEVER have pimples!
Have you noticed... How the Banks ALWAYS back the big money?
Have you cottoned on.. To the fact that the VERY RICH always come out on top?
Surely you have twigged to just how easily the BEAUTIFUL girls get the very best of everything?
How about that LAST table in the restaurant? Has the ordinary guy got a shot?
When was the last time you saw a POLITICIAN back a little guy?
Notice how the Priest smiles WIDEST when the Wealthy contribute to the plate?
Who gets the BEST DEAL when they buy a new car?
Preferential treatment at Casinos...Free this, free that....?? The SUPER RICH!
Complimentary tickets to the game?..FAT CATS!
...and who wins the armchair ride to Heaven????
...THE WELL HEELED BUGGERS WHO CAN AFFORD THE TICKET!
So should we, the habitually poor, deprived, ugly sector of society... Feel shortchanged ?
.....or should we be smugly aloof in our tolerated, noble deprivation?
**SHORTCHANGED YOU ******** AND THE DAY OF RECKONING IS NIGH!**
Marshalg
Just a bit of fun.
11 February 2013
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 2:51 AM UTC
yes they are doing their best,
knew their priorities,
copy that, check.
The man have no reason,
to do the so-called crime,
why back stab, why fine?
Dearest Squadron
why so resilient?
need to feed,the white recipient?
We see the struggle,
yet we choose to be silent.
he knows scripts, now what happens?
Hail the racial comments,
twigged upon personnel,
strikes you from the back, oh poor camel.
full of humps and bumps,
your plunge into the dessert.
strive for satisfaction, but you get all the dirt.
Treatment cannot be tossed.
white man hero is a hoax.
walk the talk, fix your bearings before you get lost.
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 6:01 AM UTC
Dearest Love
My archive comes to me
Memories of my path of acts
I twigged you vividly in absentia
Glazing your file ribboned with golds
It's more years and six
We bade to say adieu
Oh love! Sweet love
When again shall I feel you skin
Is it still skinny fresh as your youth
With the micro-pores breathing fresh air?
Oh! Sweet Love, my pearl
Do that pink lips exist fresh?
Little blustery, many zypher
The words that therein, I recall
Behind, laid a glowing teeth
Set of bullets in your arsenal booth
How many times has your tongue
Licked my coy blushes?
Oh! That damning eyes of yours
The mirror I see my face
How many winks of your beauty,
As recorded to me the smiles?
Your touches rose my hairs.
My dearest, I have given you my love
I have seen many cute faces
But none is rated than yours.
Have you ever felt same as I
Ploughing on our twins day
My lay ups, your dunks
On spirit court we rollick our love
Which profers like an everyday neon
God be with us till we meet again
My naming-sake got this
Adewumi *Adewale...
St. Ylexinho
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC
My archive comes to me
Memories of my path of acts
I twigged you vividly in absentia
Glazing your file ribboned with golds
It's more years and six
We bade to say adieu
Oh love! Sweet love
When again shall I feel you skin
Is it still skinny fresh as your youth
With the micro-pores breathing fresh air?
Oh! Sweet Love, my pearl
Do that pink lips exist fresh?
Little blustery, many zypher
The words that therein, I recall
Behind, queued a glowing teeth
Like bullet set in arsenal belly.
How many times has your tongue
Licked my coy blushes?
Oh! That damning eyes,
The mirror I see my face
How many winks of your beauty,
As recorded to me smiles?
Your touches rose my hairs.
My dearest, I have given you my love
I have seen many cute faces
But none is rated than yours.
Have you ever felt same as I
Ploughing on our days
Moments we rollick our love
Which profers like an everyday neon God be with us till we meet again.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC
Attention all HP Poetess
Be on the look out for
The Skull
Do not be fooled
By his Vocabulary
Circumventing
Your state of marriage
Well known to make
The women laugh
He'll put your mind
On a flirtatious path
He'll lead you to
The edge of your seat
As he blindly sweep you
Off of your feet
Beware his smooth words
And don't look in his eyes
The time is set
And you'r on his mind..
Contact the authorities
If he comes :D your way
Live your life without
A broken heart today...
Also be on the look out for
The Skull accomplice:
Sticky aka twigs
Suave, debonair, and loyal too
Just like his canine wards
Composing words designed to woo
Not using ropes, or cords
He knows just what to do
Earning, your prizes and rewards
He'll soon have you without your clothes
Slicker, than a come to Jesus minister
So ladies, hold your virtue close
He's really not that sinister
Providing you a giant twiggy sappy dose
Something, he's happy, to administer.
Get your alarms turned on
Practicing better security
Not to be bound by the Stick's
Twigged deviant, impurities
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
God knows I tried
I've done my best,
Restored our pride
Aced every test.
Who only knew
Who could have guessed,
What lies would spew
From Socialists possessed.
The vote was rigged
The Media lied,
My fans all twigged
But cast aside.
The courts were bought
Judges aloof,
No cheaters caught
Democrats screaming "Where's the proof?"
My wife fast packing
My kids all gone,
Fast losing backing
But “bring it on”!
They think I'm done?
Washed up to rot?
Again I'll stun
Enact my plot.
Just lie in wait
Watch Biden flail,
All will then gyrate
Back to me, the holy grail.
Until then a little fun
Parties galore and adoration,
Florida golfing in the sun,
Itching for that call to lead the Nation.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 11:04 AM UTC