oskar
Poem Published
30th May 2022 7:23pm
30th May 2022 7:23pm
confused mind
Confused mind
He walked into a kaleidoscope, stunned
around and threw up colourful vomit.
Carrousels, blinking light, not his scene.
He intended to climb mountains.
For a berg goat, our world looks pathetic
yellow eyes of tipsy cherubs.
Celebration of something in his village
singing drunkenly, rockets kiss the air.
When the cacophony ends with jubilant
voices, this is not Idlib.
He walked into a kaleidoscope, stunned
around and threw up colourful vomit.
Carrousels, blinking light, not his scene.
He intended to climb mountains.
For a berg goat, our world looks pathetic
yellow eyes of tipsy cherubs.
Celebration of something in his village
singing drunkenly, rockets kiss the air.
When the cacophony ends with jubilant
voices, this is not Idlib.
#fate
#apocalypse
#luck
#dystopian
#curse
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oskar
Poem Published
27th May 2022 1:20pm
27th May 2022 1:20pm
peculiar things
Peculiar things
It has been raining so much that the lemon tree
is taller than a building of flats where we live.
A neighbour who was hit by one of its fruits
is still uncommunicative.
A flat battery in a jaguar is a sight to behold
when sitting in a bough of a tree.
The aroma of lemon juice wafts through the building
the restaurant in the basement sells fried fish
Quite fitting since it is Friday,
I like eating pork chops while driving a porch.
It has been raining so much that the lemon tree
is taller than a building of flats where we live.
A neighbour who was hit by one of its fruits
is still uncommunicative.
A flat battery in a jaguar is a sight to behold
when sitting in a bough of a tree.
The aroma of lemon juice wafts through the building
the restaurant in the basement sells fried fish
Quite fitting since it is Friday,
I like eating pork chops while driving a porch.
#fate
#apocalypse
#luck
#dystopian
#curse
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LightningBug
Poem Published
21st May 2022 1:29am
21st May 2022 1:29am
Dead Zones
Of sleep it can be said
Dreamless states beyond life,
Experiences of the damned
Sequentially unfolding in rifes.
Plethoric memories
Processes in dark trance,
Endemic visions
In brain waves steeped by romance.
Yet sleep that feels real
Often is enhanced by beliefs,
As though the blanks also feel
Part of currents and realities motifs.
Sometimes the waves aren't yours
But, an overlay of anothers theta
Waves of awareness,
Gone away to forgotten input data.
Dreamless states beyond life,
Experiences of the damned
Sequentially unfolding in rifes.
Plethoric memories
Processes in dark trance,
Endemic visions
In brain waves steeped by romance.
Yet sleep that feels real
Often is enhanced by beliefs,
As though the blanks also feel
Part of currents and realities motifs.
Sometimes the waves aren't yours
But, an overlay of anothers theta
Waves of awareness,
Gone away to forgotten input data.
#dark
#emptiness
#curse #dawn
#curse #dawn
316 reads
7 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
1st May 2022 5:12pm
1st May 2022 5:12pm
The Seiðkonur
The Viking Seiðkonur, at midnight came
Alluring beauty clad in mantle blue
Translucent raiment baited graceful frame
Bewitched by all her treasures in full view
With shoulders bare and bosom pert and proud
And cold blue eyes, their glacial frost impart
By mystic lust-filled longing now endowed
She cast her spell upon my craven heart!
Not yet lost, I dared approach the witch
Too weak to thwart her carnal energies
She captured me with such a fulsome kiss
It took possession of my memories!
With lust for all eternity I’ll burn—
...
Alluring beauty clad in mantle blue
Translucent raiment baited graceful frame
Bewitched by all her treasures in full view
With shoulders bare and bosom pert and proud
And cold blue eyes, their glacial frost impart
By mystic lust-filled longing now endowed
She cast her spell upon my craven heart!
Not yet lost, I dared approach the witch
Too weak to thwart her carnal energies
She captured me with such a fulsome kiss
It took possession of my memories!
With lust for all eternity I’ll burn—
...
#sonnet
#witches
#curse
564 reads
2 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
21st Apr 2022 11:12pm
21st Apr 2022 11:12pm
Carved heart on the tree of time
Tattered strands of time blow in the wind
Parts of the strands breaking and flowing away
There's no end to the height of this tree
Thousands of words in thousands of languages
Make up it's rugged bark skin, reminiscing of old books
You could spend a life time making out the stories
Of those that came here before you
You even walked the desire path to the tree
Foot prints worn deeply into the earth
To finally see the endless tree of time
The closer your feet take you the taller it seems
With the whisper of cloth parting you pull out the...
Parts of the strands breaking and flowing away
There's no end to the height of this tree
Thousands of words in thousands of languages
Make up it's rugged bark skin, reminiscing of old books
You could spend a life time making out the stories
Of those that came here before you
You even walked the desire path to the tree
Foot prints worn deeply into the earth
To finally see the endless tree of time
The closer your feet take you the taller it seems
With the whisper of cloth parting you pull out the...
#dreams
#universe
#LifeChangingMoment
#escape
#curse
330 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
14th Mar 2022 8:57am
14th Mar 2022 8:57am
veracity
Veracity (story)
A horse galloped across a snowy field at the end of the pasture,
a fence jumped over a crazy gallop into the woods
came to a shuddering stop when meeting a moose
the moose charged the horse fled deeper into the woods were
the horse met a troll who took the animal into a cave and
served a bucket of hot chocolate drink
since the snow was deep that year, the troll also fitted the horse
with snowshoes and let it back to the field.
When the farmer came to the field and saw the shoes,
he had a nervous breakdown and was...
A horse galloped across a snowy field at the end of the pasture,
a fence jumped over a crazy gallop into the woods
came to a shuddering stop when meeting a moose
the moose charged the horse fled deeper into the woods were
the horse met a troll who took the animal into a cave and
served a bucket of hot chocolate drink
since the snow was deep that year, the troll also fitted the horse
with snowshoes and let it back to the field.
When the farmer came to the field and saw the shoes,
he had a nervous breakdown and was...
#fate
#mythology
#luck
#dystopian
#curse
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
10th Mar 2022 10:49pm
10th Mar 2022 10:49pm
The Haunting Of Tituba (The Awakening IV Of IV)
Salem Village, Massachusetts
March 1962
The Salem Witch Trials of Tituba, Sarah Good, and Sarah Osborne
Presiding Judge; Judge Hawthorne
Sarah Good
The villagers know me as Sarah Good, I am homeless, my mind is unstable and questionable, but if I could
I will never practice witchcraft, no one in this village ever would
Sarah Osborne
I was falsely accused
I will never cause anyone Injure or abuse
Tituba
She is lying,...
March 1962
The Salem Witch Trials of Tituba, Sarah Good, and Sarah Osborne
Presiding Judge; Judge Hawthorne
Sarah Good
The villagers know me as Sarah Good, I am homeless, my mind is unstable and questionable, but if I could
I will never practice witchcraft, no one in this village ever would
Sarah Osborne
I was falsely accused
I will never cause anyone Injure or abuse
Tituba
She is lying,...
#evil
#pagan
#magic
#witches
#curse
448 reads
6 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
10th Mar 2022 00:19am
10th Mar 2022 00:19am
The Haunting Of Tituba (Mysteries Given From The Skies III of IV)
Danvers, Massachusetts 1692
Deep In The Forest
Betty Parris and Abagail Williams
Betty, if I can see my fate, when I crack this egg
May the yolk in the glass give my love to me without having to beg
Well go ahead
Oh no, Abagail, I see a coffin
My fate is doomed, and why is everyone laughing
It’s just a silly game, Abagail as we sit around the fire to pass the time
Your prudish father, if he finds out will beat our hides
Tituba
Look into...
Deep In The Forest
Betty Parris and Abagail Williams
Betty, if I can see my fate, when I crack this egg
May the yolk in the glass give my love to me without having to beg
Well go ahead
Oh no, Abagail, I see a coffin
My fate is doomed, and why is everyone laughing
It’s just a silly game, Abagail as we sit around the fire to pass the time
Your prudish father, if he finds out will beat our hides
Tituba
Look into...
#evil
#pagan
#magic
#witches
#curse
528 reads
12 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Mar 2022 8:55pm
8th Mar 2022 8:55pm
The Haunting Of Tituba (The Witch Cake II of IV)
Salem Village, Massachusetts
1692
Nathaniel Ingersoll's Tavern
She’s a witch screamed the gathering in the center of the village
Let her blood seep while her body twitches to death before her charms to our souls over spillage
I does not harm no one I look after these master’s girls
Ailed them in sickness with herbs, roots, pulled from the bed of da earth
A tradition in my world
Isa learned deem signs of da sun from me mistress from morn to night
Casting deeds when people fell ill and cleansing da souls with my hands not in...
1692
Nathaniel Ingersoll's Tavern
She’s a witch screamed the gathering in the center of the village
Let her blood seep while her body twitches to death before her charms to our souls over spillage
I does not harm no one I look after these master’s girls
Ailed them in sickness with herbs, roots, pulled from the bed of da earth
A tradition in my world
Isa learned deem signs of da sun from me mistress from morn to night
Casting deeds when people fell ill and cleansing da souls with my hands not in...
#evil
#pagan
#magic
#witches
#curse
577 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
7th Mar 2022 7:26pm
7th Mar 2022 7:26pm
The Haunting Of Tituba
So, you want to write me story my child
To see how I mystified those Puritans with my sorcery lies
I could tell the wicked hour by the high moon in da sky
When the roosters crow by and by
Give you life, kiss your soul with death
Bid at my feet, untie my hands with one blown breath
In the cathedral of downfalls by that ole Masters’ will
Sacrifice to the land, wind, and earth, before the spirit kill
In ethereal of channeling, you summoned me to give unto your contingency passage to shine
Giving reprieve to my wandering soul through the...
To see how I mystified those Puritans with my sorcery lies
I could tell the wicked hour by the high moon in da sky
When the roosters crow by and by
Give you life, kiss your soul with death
Bid at my feet, untie my hands with one blown breath
In the cathedral of downfalls by that ole Masters’ will
Sacrifice to the land, wind, and earth, before the spirit kill
In ethereal of channeling, you summoned me to give unto your contingency passage to shine
Giving reprieve to my wandering soul through the...
#dark
#pagan
#magic
#witches
#curse
618 reads
12 Comments
CherryDEmoKid
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2022 6:16pm
2nd Jan 2022 6:16pm
Consumed
If you could see where I would be
The dark, deep beneath me
Keep me consumed by the judge
Jury of my soul
Continue to grasp me the dark, deep
Like the depth of the sea
The quiet rath, the only path...
The dark, deep beneath me
Keep me consumed by the judge
Jury of my soul
Continue to grasp me the dark, deep
Like the depth of the sea
The quiet rath, the only path...
#despair
#emptiness
#nightmares
#curse
#bittersweet
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oskar
Poem Published
1st Jan 2022 12:03pm
1st Jan 2022 12:03pm
Boby's Fatt's adventure
Boby Fett’s adventures
I used to be a friend of Joseph when he was a bank robber
when he robbed a bank in Tbilisi, I helped him to get away
the money he said was to help his cause.
One can say he owed me a favour, which came in handy.
There was a revolution and Joseph became a president
that was ok, but he became brutal and one evening
when we sat drinking Georgian wine, we had a discussion
I called him a butcher.
I thought I was going to be shot, but since he owed me a favour
I was sent to Siberia with a bag of potatoes. ...
I used to be a friend of Joseph when he was a bank robber
when he robbed a bank in Tbilisi, I helped him to get away
the money he said was to help his cause.
One can say he owed me a favour, which came in handy.
There was a revolution and Joseph became a president
that was ok, but he became brutal and one evening
when we sat drinking Georgian wine, we had a discussion
I called him a butcher.
I thought I was going to be shot, but since he owed me a favour
I was sent to Siberia with a bag of potatoes. ...
#apocalypse
#nightmares
#curse
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