Witches Chant
Evening sighs with warlocks
Vapors of the coming bedlam
Punished like eyes of the nephilim
Born in test tubes
Contrived in Frankenstein incubators
Crossed with spider genes
Bitten by tarantulas
Severed into carbon oxide fairies
Wrestle with black figures
Tongues of snakes
Wet with swamp semen
Ghosts wanting warm bodies
Closets with eyes
Witches chant
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Bitten
Brazen glass moon like ice eyes
Fever in the chill of her gothic mask
Bitten by a creature of moonlight
Bitten and stung by her fire and touch
I am in the corridors of wet pain
Covens laugh in the theater of soul
Is this haven?
Is this shelter?
I walk where wind ghosts dance
Her high heels prance like panthers
Candles of cinnamon witches
Goddess of ancient fire
Her wolves are hungry pets
Released from cages deep within
Misty ravens of the labyrinth of sin
Some of us are afraid of castles
Some men are bound like caskets
She has taken the key from the dungeon
She tells me of kneeling
Now the moon rises over the castle
Red and black actors in chains
Dreams of her body of lace lust
Her spell cast in the moonlight mist
Wrestle with your will and her beauty
Bitten and turning into her night
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The Witches' Glen - An Auld Tale
Gather aroon the ingle nuek
For ae eerie tale I'll tell -
'Boot a glen whar a witchy spook
Cast folk in her terrible spell.
Her hair sae black, her eyes sae green
Black Meg she was the devil's queen.
Warlocks an witches dance at night
When the full-moon turns its ken!
Thunder rides on a bolt of light
The deil's in the witches' glen!
Her hair sae black, her eyes sae green
Black Meg she was the devil's queen.
Auld trees hang o'er the twisted wynd
An' blot oot the licht o' day;
An there, there's staring eyes tae find
A stranger wha's lost their way.
Her hair sae black, her eyes sae green
Black Meg she was the devil's queen.
Frae Grennan wood she hailed an flew
A flash thru the black night wind
Come witchin hour everyin knew
She'd get a' the folks wha sinned.
Her hair sae black, her eyes sae green
Black Meg she was the devil's queen.
They burned her on Kirkmaiden hill
An' they bound her on a stake:
She chanted spells that made 'em ill
An' they pray'd for Jesus' sake.
Her hair sae black, her eyes sae green
Black Meg she was the devil's queen.
When ere ye walk the witches' glen,
Whar branches stretch oot like hands
Tak' Bible, cross an' say, Amen!
An' heed the guid Lord's commands.
Her hair sae black, her eyes sae green
Black Meg she's still there tae be seen.
poem by Patrick Scott Hogg
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Bitterliciousness
Whatever is said,
To ignite their taste for a fight...
It will be stirred and heated.
And brewed overnight.
The more the petty,
It is better loved like that!
Easier to scoop wickedness to dish,
From motorized mouths cussed filled.
As if on their lips...
There is a bitterliciousness,
Craved.
And there's no getting enough of it!
Not these days.
Whatever is said,
To ignite their taste for a fight...
It will be stirred and heated.
And brewed overnight.
These warlocks and witches were bred,
To entice...
Incitement.
These warlocks and witches were fed,
To bite, sting and leave their evil.
The more the petty,
It is better loved like that!
Easier to scoop wickedness to dish,
From motorized mouths cussed filled.
As if on their lips...
There is a bitterliciousness,
Craved.
And there's no getting enough of it!
Not these days.
These warlocks and witches were bred,
To entice...
Incitement.
These warlocks and witches were fed,
To bite, sting and leave their evil.
And be praised for the blood that oozes.
No matter whose it is!
Or to whom their deeds are inflicted.
These warlocks and witches were bred,
To entice...
Incitement.
On hint!
And that is the focus of their principle.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Think Im A Clone Now
Isnt it strange
Feels like Im lookin in the mirror
What would people say
If only they knew that I was
Part of some geneticists plan (plan-plan-plan)
Born to be a carbon copy man (man-man-man)
There in a petri dish late one night
They took a donors body cell and fertilized a human egg and so I say
I think Im a clone now
Theres always two of me just a-hangin around
I think Im a clone now
cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down
Look at the way
We go out walking close together
I guess you could say
Im really beside myself
I still remember how it began (gan-gan-gan)
They produced a carbon copy man (man-man-man)
Born in a science lab late one night
Without a mother or a father, just a test tube and a womb with a view
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
Theres always two of me just a-hangin around
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
And I can stay at home while Im out of town
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
cause every pair of genes is a hand-me-down
Signing autographs for my fans
Come and meet the carbon copy man
Livin in stereo, its all right
Well I can be my own best friend and I can send myself for pizza so I say
I think Im a clone now
Another one of mes always hangin around
I think Im a clone now
cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
Ive been on oprah winfrey - Im world renowned
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
And every pair of genes is a hand-me-down
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
Thats my genetic twin always hangin around
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Eyes
Eyes are blue
Eyes are green
Eyes are true
Eyes are mean
Eyes are bright
Give the light
Eyes are black
Like the night
Eyes are cold
Eyes are warm
Eyes are angry
Like a storm
Eyes are kind
Eyes are blind
Eyes are evil
Eyes of devil
Eyes are hungry
Eyes of walls
Eyes are empty
Eyes of dolls
Eyes are loving
Eyes are charming
Eyes are lying
Truth denying
Eyes are haughty
Eyes are naughty
Eyes are naïve
To all they believe
Eyes are strained
A fear remained
Eyes without hope
Ready for the rope
Eyes are vulnerable
Eyes that gamble
Eyes are sensitive
Eyes are attentive
Eyes are stubborn
Eyes are submissive
Eyes of a new born
Eyes are pensive
Loving eyes are true
Black, brown or blue
My eyes are green
A lot they have seen
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
January 11th,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Love is burning in the coal
Love
Is
Burning
In
The
Coal
To
Make
Life
Warm
Giving
Oxygen
Taking
Inside
Carbon die oxide
Dying
To
Extinguish
To
Ash
To
Finish.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Sexy Ida (Part I)
Don't give your love to sexy Ida
'Cause she's the sister of a black widow spider
Don't try your love on sexy Ida
You might as well try it with some spider
She's got this long black hair, it's a hangin' on down her back
Long black pretty legs and she walks just like a cat
Hypnotic eyes and a stacked up love sack
She not only wants your love
She wants your life after that...don't do it
Don't give your love to sexy Ida
'Cause she's the sister of a black widow spider
Said you better not try it
Don't try your love on sexy Ida
You might as well try it with some spider
She's got a king sized bed with satin sheets of love
And you'll never wanna leave, no
The web of love she weaves...but I'll tell you
Don't give your love to sexy Ida
'Cause she's the sister of a black widow spider
You better not try it
Don't try your love on sexy Ida
You might as well try it with some spider
You gotta beware of sexy Ida
'Cause she tries to look so sweet and kind
But her looks can be deceivin'
'Cause her love is like strychnine
So don't give your love now
So don't give your love to sexy Ida
'Cause she's the sister of a black widow spider
Better not give your love to Ida
Don't try your love on sex Ida
You might as well try it with some spider
No, don't you give your love
Don't give your love to sexy Ida
'Cause she's the sister of a black widow spider...
song performed by by Tina Turner
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Intoxicating
my eyes are heavy
wanting to sleep but can't
for the memory of yo is intoxicating
ingrained in my mind
the way your breath
(hot on my neck)
gave me chills
the way your hands
(iceicles on my flesh)
burned me
our secret sighs wispered into the air around us
as our bodies, pressed together
screamed for more
so now when my heavy eyes droop
the memory of losing myself
in your eyes
is intoxicating
poem by Mackenzie Scholte
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I Try To Think Why Her Answer Always Ends In A No
May be she is trapped inside a water droplet
Resting on a green leaf
Of a rose plant
in the eden garden
The garden has a fairy
the fairy has a curse
the curse has a name
the name has a price
There are witches in the story
The witches are very bad
They rob the the flowers of smell
And kill the fairy’s smile
One day, a little boy
with a little heart
and two teddy bears
walks along that way
He kisses and walk -
The jasmine and the daisies
The lilac and the lilies
The roses and the fairies.
The rose has a name
It holds a dropp of love
The kiss is a game
Pushes the dropp of love
The lady in the droplet
Falls down the leaves
The boy leaps down
To hold it before breaks
The droplet breaks
The water splinters
the boy drops his heart
and break it into pieces
The girl is freed
The boy is dying
The girl does cry
The boy does smile
The fairy is sad
The witches are mad
The fairies are hot
The witches are not
The flowers smell beautiful
The fairy can smile
The curse is broken
The price has been paid
The battle is set,
The flowers decide to bet
The fairies will rollover
But witches are no pushover.
The fight is fought
The witches are lost
The fairies win
And everybody grins
The boy is dead
With a broken heart
The fairies believe
They can bring him back
The fairies promise
About magic and sorcery
The life is simple
We can buy again like grocery
The shopping is a trap
You buy one
You get one free.
Here the witches are free
The girl is trapped
Between pain and love
She things again
And decides its a no
poem by Chelliah Pandian
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Coal Black Night
Lighthouse lit amidst the clouds
Waves of ominous soul quell
Ships as abstract as ether
No stars shine on hell
Universe of lust
Lost in feasts of sumptuous gold
Draconian masters of pleasure
Tonight no blue flowers rise
Do you believe in possession?
Ghosts in closets
Dark tiers of sullen forces
Anger as deep as snakes
Sleep in the tangled bedrooms
Suicide amidst your fornication
Tired of love
Tired of righteous pursuit
Champaign glasses of dark crystal
Lavish red carpets
Semen stains lapped by devils
No morning sun shines on the pit
She bids me to join her lair
What goes on in the human fall?
Hearts covered in temptations call
Sleep with your snakes of love
She is attracted to my dark wings
Her icy nipples touch my gargoyles
Statues of vampires on fire
Rings old with spells sired of blood
Candles burn with crimson ceremony
Hallways between ancient graves
Have you felt the cold veins of time?
Murky eyes where light no longer shines
Verlaine is never dead
Rimbaud reads Byron
We are the decadent side of time
Have you ever laid a witch?
Silk stockings smooth like horns
Dark eye shadow carves my skin
Only the sound of the sea is human
The sounds of a whip hypnotize
I embrace the coal black night
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Scary Treats - Halloween Poem
The Moon is full and ominous
Conspiring spectrums in the mist
With terrors mortals should not know
Catastrophes within the soul
Tarantulas the size of hounds
Creep and crawl on window silhouettes
Their hairy bodies cling to pangs
Waiting to eat you with their fangs
Green Witches read their almanacs
Enchanting riddled vulgar tongues
Cauldrons boil evil potions
Frogs and crows with one eye sockets
A piper hymens a devils tune
Inside the shadows of the woods
Where pyres burn of pagan rites
Draw rings around the whicker man
In the forest the fairies meet
Whispering their dark treaties
Too ensnare the little children
And keep them forever yearning
The Goblin King goes 'trick or treat'
As spring healed Jack jumps on his feat
Leaping and bound across the land
Biding to his masters command
Skeleton Ed says 'Hello my friend
And bows for courtesy with his hand
'We'll dance the dead eternal waltz
Embracing the darkness in our hearts'
So have a happy Halloween my friends
May you find the trick to scary treat
poem by Kevin Patrick
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Carbon
carbon made found her at the
end of a chain "time to race"
she said "race the downhill"
behind crystalline irises
loons can drive
where the world bleeds white
just keep your eyes on her
keep
don't look away
keep your eyes on her horizon
bear claw free fall
a gunner's view black and blue
shred in ribbons of lithium
blow by blow
her mind cut in sheets
layers deep now unravelling
just keep your eyes on her.
get me neil on the line
no i can't hold
have him read "snow glass apples"
where nothing is what it seems
"little sis you must crack this"
he says to me
"you must go in again carbon
made only wants to be unmade"
blade to ice it's
double diamond time
and keep your eyes on her
on her eyes on her horizon
song performed by by Tori Amos from Scarlet's Walk
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A Dream Of The Flesh
we are in the river
naked
our bodies meet
like
one body
missing
another body
and the river
becomes
one warm
water
trickling down
our two bodies
body to body
flesh to flesh
hands
to hands and
arms entwine
like some
chains of
daisies
to our necks
this oneness
that we
finally make
eyes to eyes
closing
and lips to lips
searching
tongues
we dare
search
our souls
if they
are there
too
in this
fusion
for the
meantime
we have no time
to ask
the river
has no name
even
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Snakes! Snakes!
Though it was a nightmare, yet very close to reality,
It is too hard to decide,
Make difference what the world was,
Where I was placed.
A patch was no more than an acre but full of snakes,
They sit coiled very close to one another,
Those which crawled, crawled with slow move.
They were of many colours, form and shapes;
Some were gold shining and some dark green,
Some were glassy transparent,
Trailed their bodies behind their thick necks,
Lashed flexibly if made of ploythene.
I had hardly a spot to place my feet,
At each step I was stung with deadly fangs,
At the bitten spots I felt the trouble as someone,
Placed the burning coals;
And in the veins my blood ran,
As boiled water runs in the tubes.
At last a big black serpent bit the spot at my chest
Where my heart pulsates underneath;
I fell back upon the creeping reptiles,
And they covered my body from all sides around.
As I wriggled to come out of their grip,
I awoke with a sense of pain.
Though the nightmare was fleeting yet it left behind,
An effect of permanence.
Now when I sit alone with lose thoughts,
And relaxed mind,
I feel the same titillating moves on my body,
I can not decide where these reptiles creep,
On my body or in my soul, but snakes impart me pain.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Breaking Free
The heat begins as the movement starts,
Two bodies, two hearts,
One place, one dream,
The sweat becoming a steady stream.
One against the other skin pressed,
Their bodies together, both undressed,
Together they move, together they feel,
Both wondering how this feeling could be so real.
They lay together fingers raoming, tracing,
Bodies steady, minds racing,
Bothe wanting, both longing.
The feelings so vivid, the so taunting.
Lips roam over features, memorizing turns, dips, taste.
Bodies tangled together, hands laced,
Breathing so uneaven, yet so right.
Together they stay, through the long night.
Moans break through the air,
Into eachither they melt, into their eyes they stair,
Both so lost, yet forever lost in one place,
Skin together as one, as hearts race.
The bodies meet and one enters the other,
Both in pain, both in longng for the other,
Both wanting more, bothe lost in their dream,
as they melt together soft as cream.
Their eyes flash bright and open,
Both hoping, both wanting to feel it again,
Together they smile, love is all they now see,
Their eyes close, their hearts slow, they break free.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Night Fog
Fog rises
to black space.
The sea
overpowers
the sky.
Vapors swamp
unsuspecting stars.
Ethereal waves
wash
against night's
mystic shore.
poem by Steven Federle
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Wrestle Them Out
this is the puzzle of the wrestle.
no, it is not the mortar and pestle.
not the usual metric matter, but something
beyond what your eyes can see,
a fusion and diffusion of arms and legs,
muscles and cartilages, you look for
the abdomen hidden by an abdomen,
there are no mouths, strictly no tongues,
but there are lots of fingers and toenails.
whose face is that? it is twisted.
Whose mouth is that? it is twitching.
whose faces faces whom? Butts
and bottoms. Could be robert's?
Could be ric's? Two bodies wrestling
fate. The stars bet their light. The moon
is awed. The night gets darker.
No one wants to go home. Everyone
is watching the wrestle. All flesh.
The pressure builds like a muscle.
My neck is bound by an elbow.
The elbow is bound by the thigh.
There is prison and bars and rings.
Knobs. Locks. No keys.
We struggle to be free.
We hold and then we loosen.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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From Dusk To Dusk
The dazzling star
went through me.
I was undemanding
from dusk to dusk
hurting myself, not anybody.
Time to meet my twin,
to set he black on orange.
My guilt, my fear, my foreboding.
Let go off, my sap in the twigs,
fruits were coming down.
Under the guise of innocence
eruptiness entered into non-thought.
One by one snakes unrolled
with black eyes, under the succulent breasts,
the black poison clapping the pink lips.
The dirt was spreading
on the hands of unborn children.
Their eyes searching the seeds.
On dark beads of mother.
Father had been killed in a cave.
poem by Satish Verma
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Beauty Defined
Fountains of crystal purple stars
Adorned with purpose and beauty
Turquoise eyes seeking the forms
Aristotle contemplates
Newton investigates
Today no conscious pain
No semen stains
I am pure and noble
Like a Bach composition
Tarantulas crawl on the banana tree
Tonight you shall arise in wanton roses
Your voice of harlequin silk
Your bed with dreams of satin paradise
Like the moon floating in liquid
Beauty shall be defined differently
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Untitled :Rosy Mirror
Rosy mirror: an ugly image
That appears in the black background,
Blood weeps from broken eyes
Blaspheming plays with dead snakes.
Snow runs through the staring shirt
Purple over the black face,
That breaks in heavy pieces
From planets, deceased and strange.
A spider appears in the black background
Lust, your countenance deceased and strange.
Blood runs through the staring shirt
Snow weeps from broken eyes.
poem by Georg Trakl
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