"witchdoctor" poems
never thought to see an advert for black magic
here on hello poetry
are they really a shaman
witchdoctor
or is it another tiresome scam
another tiresome scam
tiresome scam
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
Standing naked on the porch
New gold rings on my fingers
Morning mist in the valley
I couldn’t stop myself.
I couldn’t even try.
Call the healers and call the medics.
Send for a witchdoctor.
Someone needs to wake her up
Morning sun in the valley
It’s gonna be a hot one.
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC
I think I may have a small insight into that manic madman, madwoman,
you know the one; love potions and abortions all at the same time.
He, She, obviously reads poetry here and taking it all literally thinks we are all in need of a witchdoctor to cure us from love lost, love to gain, or purge us of any love child.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
Once he
held it
he knew,
he just knew
he was going
to the top,
of that there is no doubt
from the time
he started
his mojo working
he was walking, talking
all about...
that time
when he was
reading tea leaves
he
was
voodooing ,
just using
his imagination
he travelled far,
that train whistle blowin'
sowing the seeds he was sowing.
then, while listening to bob dylan
he had what they call, an epiphany
he started growing mushrooms
to see what he could see
when the results came back
he said his epitaph
just has to read
'Down Through The Years
The Lord Has Been Good To Me'
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 5:49 AM UTC
His strategy has heart in it
Imbued with a just and compassionate spirit
Putting all at the heart of his endeavour
To ward off the ominous, evil weather
That doth the truest path inhibit
Love conquers all, as Shakespeare said
A truth to bring life to the dead
Who have the spell of evil read
Around them the sublime hippie treads
Weaving souls together with magic threads
Their awakening the evil dreads
But minds will open, hearts will see
Mouths will speak, we will be free
The 5000 fed with a loaf of bread
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
I fell in love with the witch doctor
The first day I laid eyes on her
I fell upon the decision that science and religion were not for me
In the end, they seem equally wishy washy
And the witch doctor had taught me spirituality
“Believe what you feel” she said, then anything may be true
This creates a reality that is totally up to you
Alluring is this sense of choice and grandeur
But it creates a slave who is his own master
When it is to simple chemicals in the brain that you pander;
I fell in love with the lie, that what you feel is what you know
I fell in love with idea that there may be choice in this violent ebb and flow
But as the cycles continue I see my agency grow less and less
As the world tosses both I and the witchdoctor in a frenzied pirouette
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
Worshipping and demonized,
Force fed and forbidden,
Since stone age,
Interwoven irreversibly,
Hands in air, like
Trying to stab the night's sky.
You dance like snakes would,
You maintain an ironic hipster pose
For everyone, at all times,
Standing, bright in this
Dingy old house.
Blowing air kisses and out
Sliver smoke rings, all night long,
You are the gum snapping stranger,
Pacing up and down the hall,
Wearing a tight t-shirt
With daises,
And tighter jeans.
Calling for your taxi
In the near morning,
From the door, in freezing rain
You somersault from place to
New and exciting place,
Give to you to drink mandrogora,
Until you are muddied and slow,
Like a double-decker bus.
Hypnotic and hallucinogenic,
Unsure if this is legal,
As if you really care,
Thinking you are so very
******** like some
Witchdoctor or Voodoo Priest,
This was not what you expected,
The journey through the living room walls.
-Jamie F. Nugent
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
can relate to tommy, i used to drive my parents up the wall, i told mum i want to stay home,
when she shops, which was fine, but then, dad asked me, and i sobbed giving dad the impression that i never knew mum left, i was crazy, dad used to use smacking discipline
and he called me a fool, not his fault, i threatened him numerous times, i was jealous of my brother
who i seemed to be listened to by my father, and i was different, my previous lives, as patrick dunbar, my dad was a **** always in los angeles, while we're in wisconsin, i never saw him, my male role model as patrick dunbar was his grandfather, but still, the witchdoctor grabbed me and murdered me, my next life as greame thorne, my parents were a little too nice, but they lived in low income properties in sydney, and when we won that sydney opera house money, i as greame, was told to shut up, because they want to kidnap my sister, but eventually they grabbed my life as greame thorne, asked for ransom of the winnings and
then next thing i knew i was thrown to the sharks, this life, i get very emotional, if i upset someone, and most of the time i worried about annoying someone, or worrying about being teased, or losing my job, i was a crazy person, grabbing kids, and letting them go, i was like tommy, i couldn't understand why my dad and mum, tried to encourage me to fight, because
i was unaware, about how i felt about fighting as a kid, if you have problems, mentally, think
before you erink alcohol, i did, and yes, i have some neat little songs about drinking
i would love to have a beer with brian
i would love to have a beer with him
i was kidnapped at age of 8 twice
my future is totally cool
i stopped drinking heavy's
cause it affects with my meds
i would prefer to have a COKE with brian
cause he gets really wild
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 3:20 AM UTC
can someone get a potion from that witchdoctor
a spell that will stop all the unwanted advertising
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
Once he
held it
he knew,
he just knew.
He was going
to the top
of that, there is no doubt.
From the time
he started
his mojo working.
He was walking, talking
all about...
that time
when he was
reading tea leaves.
He was voodooing,
just using
his imagination.
He travelled far,
that train whistle blowin'
sowing the seeds he was sowing,
then , while listening to bob dylan,
he had what they call an epiphany.
He started growing mushrooms
to see what he could see.
When the results came back,
he said his epitaph
just has to read.
"Down Through The Years
The Lord Has Been Good To Me"
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC
The poor child groaned
while his mother moaned
''Ah, he's possessed,
Oh, he's been bewitched'',
Superstition bemoaned
. To the witchdoctor she sped
and was back with murky potions
such yucky stinky lotions
Those mythical concoctions
The woman obeyed the wily witchdoctor
Placed belief in that traditional healer
and the poor child still groaned
but his mama no longer moaned
After two days of tribal treatment
and no lessening of predicament
she thought he needed something more potent
When all it turned out to be was a cavity dent!
But she would hear of no dentist
Like all quacks her witchdoctor had fooled her five senses
For his spells and his chants
and his mystical dance
held her too in a trance
Quite a weird ****** is he
Beware the medicine- man!
The devious cunning shaman
Beware that vodoo magic and witchcraft
that so survive on the gullible and the daft.
Yet I was warned to be wary of pharmaceuticals too
They can be harmful chemicals in the long run for you
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 4:51 AM UTC
time is my enemy death is a Friend
a friend that will not be my beginning
but my end
A friend that is heavenly send,
and no one can take a stand.
the Rich never have enough,
the poor never have too little and everyone has to settle
it will relieve me of all my pain, disgrace,my embarrassments and my debts.
a friend that is a sealed fate,
but we don't realize the date,
For no witchdoctor or prophet can tell us when it was set.
when l die l hope reincarnate as a cat
for he has 9 lives and stays as the pet.
l live everyday like it's an eternity
for if l lived it as my last,
will l not disturb my sanity.
if wishes were horses and time machines could fly through time,
l have only one desire
to warn my self "watch out for the wicked
and never retire".
For the Strongest face the hardest fight.
and the realest live the hardest life.
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 3:38 PM UTC