Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 10:24pm
14th Nov 2024 10:24pm
Broken-record
I.
I wish I was a Witch
imbued through grace
beget by the knowledge of Truth
to combat ignorance
I'd proudly proclaim the title
bowing to Mother Nature
for gifting me the moniker
of so brave the women
—maiden, mother, and crone—
who suffered under religiosity
from pointy fingers
and judgmental tongues
condemning them to death
II.
...
I wish I was a Witch
imbued through grace
beget by the knowledge of Truth
to combat ignorance
I'd proudly proclaim the title
bowing to Mother Nature
for gifting me the moniker
of so brave the women
—maiden, mother, and crone—
who suffered under religiosity
from pointy fingers
and judgmental tongues
condemning them to death
II.
...
#magic
#pagan
#universe #witches
#universe #witches
414 reads
24 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 1:30pm
14th Nov 2024 1:30pm
The Truth Fairy
Under the pillow, a tooth was placed.
A child waiting, all snug in haste.
But a different fairy, with wings so bright,
slipped into the room in the middle of the night.
Not the Tooth Fairy with glitter and cheer
but the Truth Fairy, solemn and near.
With a sigh, she whispered, “It’s time to reveal
the secrets and truths that life may conceal.”
In dreams the child was gently led
to scenes of truth, both hoped and dread.
A mirror showed friends who might betray
and promises broken along the way.
Eyes...
A child waiting, all snug in haste.
But a different fairy, with wings so bright,
slipped into the room in the middle of the night.
Not the Tooth Fairy with glitter and cheer
but the Truth Fairy, solemn and near.
With a sigh, she whispered, “It’s time to reveal
the secrets and truths that life may conceal.”
In dreams the child was gently led
to scenes of truth, both hoped and dread.
A mirror showed friends who might betray
and promises broken along the way.
Eyes...
#childhood
#fairies
#magic
#memories
#philosophical
182 reads
8 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 8:06pm
12th Nov 2024 8:06pm
Cast Down
In shadowed glen where moonlight dies
And whispers rise to blackened skies
The heathen throng in secret meet
To bow before their gods’ dread feet
A crimson fire illumes the night
Its glow a curse, its warmth a blight
The air is thick with ashen breath
A hymn to chaos, wrought in death
Their chants, a wail of fractured tone
Do summon powers dark, unknown
With twisted rites and forms obscene
They crown the void their shadowed queen
The altar, stained with lifeblood spilt
Is carved with signs of ancient guilt ...
And whispers rise to blackened skies
The heathen throng in secret meet
To bow before their gods’ dread feet
A crimson fire illumes the night
Its glow a curse, its warmth a blight
The air is thick with ashen breath
A hymn to chaos, wrought in death
Their chants, a wail of fractured tone
Do summon powers dark, unknown
With twisted rites and forms obscene
They crown the void their shadowed queen
The altar, stained with lifeblood spilt
Is carved with signs of ancient guilt ...
#curse
#dark
#evil
#forest
#magic
74 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 6:53am
12th Nov 2024 6:53am
Sacrificial Monolith
Beneath the moon’s unwholesome light
Where shadows coil in endless night
There stands a stone of blackened hue
Carved deep by hands no man e’er knew
Before the Slavs, before the Magyar’s tread
A race debauched, both damned and dread
Did rule these lands with rites obscene
In homage to their shadowed queen
They danced beneath the gibbous moon
To pipe and drum, their foulest tune
Their bodies writhed, unbound by grace
A beast-like, dark, forgotten race
Upon this stone their rites did burn
Where life and flesh to...
Where shadows coil in endless night
There stands a stone of blackened hue
Carved deep by hands no man e’er knew
Before the Slavs, before the Magyar’s tread
A race debauched, both damned and dread
Did rule these lands with rites obscene
In homage to their shadowed queen
They danced beneath the gibbous moon
To pipe and drum, their foulest tune
Their bodies writhed, unbound by grace
A beast-like, dark, forgotten race
Upon this stone their rites did burn
Where life and flesh to...
#dark
#death
#evil
#forest
#magic
95 reads
4 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 2:01pm
7th Nov 2024 2:01pm
THE FORCES OF HEKA
Through the veins of kings and mortal men,
Flows the ancient spark of Heka’s ken,
A magic deep, a fire within,
A force so potent, God tremble in its spin.
In cosmic scripts, the words unfold,
A rebellion of mankind, fierce and bold,
The eye of Re-Atum, creator’s gaze,
Falls upon the world in sudden blaze.
“Beware,” he warns, “these mortal hands,
Hold spells the gods may not withstand,
For Heka’s spirit resides in flesh,
Binding cosmic law in human mesh.”
With magic gained, the mortal king,
Gains...
Flows the ancient spark of Heka’s ken,
A magic deep, a fire within,
A force so potent, God tremble in its spin.
In cosmic scripts, the words unfold,
A rebellion of mankind, fierce and bold,
The eye of Re-Atum, creator’s gaze,
Falls upon the world in sudden blaze.
“Beware,” he warns, “these mortal hands,
Hold spells the gods may not withstand,
For Heka’s spirit resides in flesh,
Binding cosmic law in human mesh.”
With magic gained, the mortal king,
Gains...
#magic
#mythology
56 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 5:17pm
1st Nov 2024 5:17pm
Rites of Ascension
In hidden vaults, where shadows seep
They sing the rites of crimson creed
The ancient tongues in murmurs creep
And call to bones that never bleed
Through sacred dark, where secrets lie
In consecrated rot and dust
They chant beneath a starless sky
To raise the flesh dissolved by rust
With sigils drawn in ashen trace
And holy oil upon the stone
They conjure forth a lost embrace
Of spirits bound by oath and bone
Anointed blood in chaliced hands
They lift to Him who waits unseen
To rouse the buried from...
They sing the rites of crimson creed
The ancient tongues in murmurs creep
And call to bones that never bleed
Through sacred dark, where secrets lie
In consecrated rot and dust
They chant beneath a starless sky
To raise the flesh dissolved by rust
With sigils drawn in ashen trace
And holy oil upon the stone
They conjure forth a lost embrace
Of spirits bound by oath and bone
Anointed blood in chaliced hands
They lift to Him who waits unseen
To rouse the buried from...
#death
#evil
#magic
#religion
#rhyming
89 reads
0 Comments
rubyredheart
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 7:03pm
31st Oct 2024 7:03pm
Miracles
Long ago
I lost belief
As every miracle
Turned to science,
Happenstance
Or the yin yang wheel of life
As language grew
So I knew
The fantasy of Santa, elves & fairies
And why they skipped my home each year
Their magic was not real
Yet I knelt in prayer each day
Asking for a miracle—
Miracles of speech & survival
Miracles of kindness & forgiveness
Those Prayers misplaced the power—
The strength I found within
To begin Again
Yet now I find again a prayer ...
I lost belief
As every miracle
Turned to science,
Happenstance
Or the yin yang wheel of life
As language grew
So I knew
The fantasy of Santa, elves & fairies
And why they skipped my home each year
Their magic was not real
Yet I knelt in prayer each day
Asking for a miracle—
Miracles of speech & survival
Miracles of kindness & forgiveness
Those Prayers misplaced the power—
The strength I found within
To begin Again
Yet now I find again a prayer ...
#dreams
#IMissYou
#magic #memories
#magic #memories
83 reads
MalcolmG
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 8:22pm
30th Oct 2024 8:22pm
In the Shadows of He
In the dim light of ancient halls,
He whispers softly,
We hear his calls,
a friend clothed in shadows,
in smoke and fire they say,
keeping the church alive,
a warm embrace for cold fears,
preaching hellfire and brimstone,
a spire of dread pointing skyward,
where the devil dances,
a charred marionette on strings of sin.
Oh, false doctrines rise like smoke,
a specter, a finger-wagging savior,
teaching dagger and cloak,
“Beware! The adversary lurks,”
they warn with trembling lips,
“He,...
He whispers softly,
We hear his calls,
a friend clothed in shadows,
in smoke and fire they say,
keeping the church alive,
a warm embrace for cold fears,
preaching hellfire and brimstone,
a spire of dread pointing skyward,
where the devil dances,
a charred marionette on strings of sin.
Oh, false doctrines rise like smoke,
a specter, a finger-wagging savior,
teaching dagger and cloak,
“Beware! The adversary lurks,”
they warn with trembling lips,
“He,...
#devil
#God
#magic
#mythology
#religion
89 reads
0 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 12:03pm
30th Oct 2024 12:03pm
The Spoken Spell
In whispered words, a cry takes flight,
“Avra ke-davra, I speak to ignite.”
Voices woven, reality they weave,
On kosher parchment, our truths we believe.
Kaptsiel, Malakhel, guide my way,
As you did for Abraham in the light of day,
Unmask the thief, draw near, behold,
Kematin’s secret in the tales of old.
Circle the suspects with the rooster's grace,
Let it leap upon truth in this sacred space.
For small and big burns, a spell we invoke,
Ancient names whispered, our healing cloak.
Agrifuk,...
“Avra ke-davra, I speak to ignite.”
Voices woven, reality they weave,
On kosher parchment, our truths we believe.
Kaptsiel, Malakhel, guide my way,
As you did for Abraham in the light of day,
Unmask the thief, draw near, behold,
Kematin’s secret in the tales of old.
Circle the suspects with the rooster's grace,
Let it leap upon truth in this sacred space.
For small and big burns, a spell we invoke,
Ancient names whispered, our healing cloak.
Agrifuk,...
#curse
#Halloween
#magic
71 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 4:05pm
26th Oct 2024 4:05pm
Night Of The Witches
Wicked
witches
wove
Dark
magic,
potions,
and
spells
Scary
Halloween!
by Jemia
witches
wove
Dark
magic,
potions,
and
spells
Scary
Halloween!
by Jemia
#Halloween
#magic
#witches
70 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 10:45am
21st Oct 2024 10:45am
Hostess with the Mostest
Twinkie the kid was excited to shoot his cream into the Happy Ho-Ho
This made Captain Cup Cake upset, since his backside and frosty top is usually filled with so much creamy goodness from "The Kid"
I guess "The Kid" found a new fling
Captain Cupcake knew that he'll need to call in Fruit Pie the Magician
This magician dabbles with the black arts
He once turned a Cup Cake into a Yankee Doodle
A Ding Dong into a Ring Ding
And a Ho-Ho into a Yodel
Drakes Products have nothing on Hostess and Fruit Pie the Magician knows it
The...
This made Captain Cup Cake upset, since his backside and frosty top is usually filled with so much creamy goodness from "The Kid"
I guess "The Kid" found a new fling
Captain Cupcake knew that he'll need to call in Fruit Pie the Magician
This magician dabbles with the black arts
He once turned a Cup Cake into a Yankee Doodle
A Ding Dong into a Ring Ding
And a Ho-Ho into a Yodel
Drakes Products have nothing on Hostess and Fruit Pie the Magician knows it
The...
#fiction
#food
#magic
#parody
#sex
103 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 2:03pm
18th Oct 2024 2:03pm
Lamb
Contain
the heart and the cut.
Contained heart
in what you are looking for,
silent by passion
that emanates from him
unable to get his wish.
You presume to reach the stars,
ascending pride,
pulled to the lowest level.
Loved like a lamb
with the heart of a panther,
you want to reach stars.
Heart in hand
like the purest clay.
No accumulation of wonders
about him.
Because in the center
the name is protected.
Beloved, like scarlet
on the edges of the lips.
Glowing like fire ...
the heart and the cut.
Contained heart
in what you are looking for,
silent by passion
that emanates from him
unable to get his wish.
You presume to reach the stars,
ascending pride,
pulled to the lowest level.
Loved like a lamb
with the heart of a panther,
you want to reach stars.
Heart in hand
like the purest clay.
No accumulation of wonders
about him.
Because in the center
the name is protected.
Beloved, like scarlet
on the edges of the lips.
Glowing like fire ...
#curse
#dark
#magic
#mystery
#witches
74 reads
4 Comments
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