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Post by wolf on Jul 28, 2022 18:42:21 GMT
Hmm....maybe a new narrative poem in the making.
It's merely a loose rough cluster of notes,
on theme and rhyme that came to me
to me this morning over coffee,
when I was thinking about good Will's MacBeth.....
"The Witches"
or maybe just
"Witches"
Wicked black hearted bitches,
the evil witches.
glitches, itches, twitches and switches.
spate of Hecate hate,
they drank in and ate.
good hearts, their counterparts
forging powerful arts,
thwart foil and spoil
malicious moil,
treacherous toil, and vile turmoil.
the hands of light soft white,
benevolent skills
curses disperse,
and the ill wills,
kindness and good prevails,
goes gone all ails,
grindings of tooth and nails.
end does the suffering's wails.
good hearted sorcerer slayers,
blue blooded mystic players,
in a roiling passion play,
bright gray magick's grand display...
- Wolf
Maybe I'll be able to turn it into something good and creepy. 😉 |
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Post by osnafrank on Jul 28, 2022 19:33:11 GMT
Hmm....maybe a new narrative poem in the making.
It's merely a loose rough cluster of notes,
on theme and rhyme that came to me
to me this morning over coffee,
when I was thinking about good Will's MacBeth.....
"The Witches"
or maybe just
"Witches"
Wicked black hearted bitches,
the evil witches.
glitches, itches, twitches and switches.
spate of Hecate hate,
they drank in and ate.
good hearts, their counterparts
forging powerful arts,
thwart foil and spoil
malicious moil,
treacherous toil, and vile turmoil.
the hands of light soft white,
benevolent skills
curses disperse,
and the ill wills,
kindness and good prevails,
goes gone all ails,
grindings of tooth and nails.
end does the suffering's wails.
good hearted sorcerer slayers,
blue blooded mystic players,
in a roiling passion play,
bright gray magick's grand display...
- Wolf
Maybe I'll be able to turn it into something good and creepy. 😉 applouse |
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Post by wolf on Jul 28, 2022 20:57:09 GMT
I'll get back to work on this, and other things I need to finish, when I can. 🙂    😉.....
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Post by wolf on Dec 5, 2022 22:23:54 GMT
"remembering the snows of Bellevue"
the white dunes of snow.
they are smooth and flawless ,
gleaming behind criss cross diamonds.
the chain links corral them.
perched atop its tall thin podium,
the light. Arc Sodium. mildly bright.
it sings out to the stark round masses.
sparkling sharp glints and points,
the white mounds tinkling glass responses.
the air is cold. still and crisp,
carrying tiny sounds loudly & far.
no sounds, all is calm.
i took a step out of the gate,
boot breaking new, virgin snow.
i wondered if the crunch is heard
miles away.
i looked up.
the sky is blue black.
Oranos, vast and deep,
looming behind the street lights halo.
begins the huge white flakes.
falling from the sky fast yet slow.
frenetic yet peaceful.
beautiful dancing cacophony.
wonderful heart moving action.
a silent symphony feeding hungry eyes.
such huge flakes.
fair to say they are striking,
and ever awe inspiring.
i thought to myself,
"this must be what its like.
.....to watch manna fall from heaven."
the place and time are forever,
always there.
past, present, future.
once upon a long ago i walked there.
i still visit,
.....in memories and dreams.
- Wolf
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Post by diobolic on Feb 14, 2023 3:07:52 GMT
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Post by wolf on Dec 14, 2023 14:45:17 GMT
“Another Monday’s Moody Lament”
Humbuggery!
Bughummery!
Horrid bumthuggery!
Monday tribulations.
Bathroom stall latibulations.
Dreams of faraway Friday’s
libation’s and jubilations.
Muddling through the day’s spuddlings,
tears streaming into massive puddlings.
I should have stayed home,
In bed with a grand tome,
or a little book of funny poem.
Happily Hurkle-durkling,
under covers lurkling,
cheerily smirkling.
But no!
AGAIN here I sit,
taking a gnarly s***,
and having yet another….
Monday at work weeping fit.
- Wolf
(…..Frank made me do it. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.  )
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Post by osnafrank on Dec 14, 2023 16:45:11 GMT
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Post by wolf on Dec 14, 2023 17:00:41 GMT
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Post by osnafrank on Dec 14, 2023 18:34:41 GMT
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Post by wolf on Dec 14, 2023 20:13:40 GMT
 ….k Thanks Frank 😆 You’re going to frame it and hang it in the bathroom at work 
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Post by Tanith on Dec 14, 2023 21:25:08 GMT
I want to go on record as saying I had nothing to do with this!
The only word I've been using a lot today is "commando".
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Post by wolf on Dec 14, 2023 21:50:37 GMT
I want to go on record as saying I had nothing to do with this!
The only word I've been using a lot today is "commando".  …..You brought “Hurkle-durkle” to the Cantina one day, and Frank liked it so much he brought it to Word Of The Day thread. It goes so well with ‘latibulating’ and ‘spuddle’. 😄 |
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Post by Tanith on Dec 15, 2023 1:12:00 GMT
I had to Google "hurkle-durkle" I had no memory of that. I'll have to remember to use it at work next week, how fun!
This is several words, but last night I used "bingle bongle dingle dangle yickidy doo yickidy dah ping pong lippy tappy too tah" on a Twitch gaming stream. And someone yelled, "My couch is floating now, help!"
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Post by wolf on Dec 15, 2023 1:18:35 GMT
I had to Google "hurkle-durkle" I had no memory of that. I'll have to remember to use it at work next week, how fun!
This is several words, but last night I used "bingle bongle dingle dangle yickidy doo yickidy dah ping pong lippy tappy too tah" on a Twitch gaming stream. And someone yelled, "My couch is floating now, help!"
Reply #2042
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Post by wolf on Aug 7, 2024 15:52:19 GMT
Well here goes for poem #1. I know it's lame to say, but feel free to critique in any way you like,good or bad,as its all part of the fun of writing and sharing. In my opinion,if you can't take the bad along with the good then why are are bothering sharing it? And if your not going to share it, why are you writing it? So i hope you enjoy, whatever your take. Most of these poems are from long ago, but I still like them. Southern Plague The girl – she wept. Her brother slept. The dog, it simply whined. The mother's dead. The father's drunk. The suns eye has turned blind. The flocks run wild. The airs blow mild, but stale with stench of rot. The rivers boil. The willows coil. The geese fall but remain unshot  |
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…..You brought “Hurkle-durkle” to the Cantina one day, and Frank liked it so much he brought it to Word Of The Day thread. It goes so well with ‘latibulating’ and ‘spuddle’. 😄
