Witch?

[anirbas]

if you mean me, sweet Mary...yesssssss...emotional could be tagged I...
but, only for a moment...as...I'm...about...to...holler...

TAG! YOU'RE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and you can't catch me, cause I'm about to phht! pop! disappear.......................................*

and reappear in a tub full of bubbles and delightfully hot water..................................

[Sam]

disappear.......................................*

and reappear in a tub full of bubbles and delightfully hot water....................

Boil and bubble.
Toil and struggle,
be gone!!!!!!!!
Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

You are so it!

Sam

[anirbas]

ggglgggl...yesssssss...that's the way the magic of hot water and bubbles works, Sammy!
and right you are, I am so it, this evening...feel like I've been shot at and missed...
and sh*t at and hit...I know that sounds so crass and yet, is a perfect description
of the way I feel...therefore, if the description fits, use it...t-hehe...ooh-la-la...
your poem, made me long for a bubble bath...

[Sam]

I work with the wicked witch of the west!
(I thought Dorothy wiped her out, but not.)
I come to the Land of Oz searching for peace,
now I just wish to find those ruby slippers
and get the hell out of Dodge, most days.

Sam

[anirbas]

t-hehehehehehehe...
this snippet of a poem
had me roflm*o, Sammy!!!!!
don't know why it is,
there always has to be
at least one, if not more,
wicked witches of the west
employed where we work...
this poem aptly described
a few where I do my best
to make a dollar, too!

[Sam]

I take the knife
and gently slice
my finger
left to right....
I silently hand
the knife to you
and hold my finger tight.
You take the knife
gently from me
and slice yours
right to left....
laying the knife
down on the ground
we sit motionless...
Then silently,
we turn and join hands,
smiling triumphantly...
awakening...
new blood sisters
into the world.



Sam (ouch)
Sissy!
Cry baby!
Big mouth!
Tattletale!
Goon!
Jerk!
I'm telling!
Sisters!

[anirbas]

*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!*

~*~

I hurt
to much
to chant
up a spell...
I feel like hell...
The back beyond of it, at that...
I know the fact this hurts so means
it was special, real and rare...
I feel like ripping my skin
and tearing my hair...
Rubbing ashes
into the grain
of the clothing
that I wear...
Either I'm in love,
or I'm one
dramatic
chick...
Could
be, both
I do swear
and troth...
ggglgggl...

[Sam]

Dramatic chick in love.......oh, my!!
I think you have your own answer!
"It hurts to be in love".

Sam

[anirbas]

Yes, it does...It hurts to be in love when you keep having to let the one you love go...
I should have kidnapped his ginger furred self and locked him in the closet...

[Sam]

Calling all witches!
Calling all witches!

Prepare your brooms
for flight....

We leave soon...

perhaps tonight
if the moon is right...

the stars are bright..

and the wolf howls
at the stroke of midnight...

I will seek you in the sky....

You will know me
by the sound of laughter

you hear in the wind...

Sam

[anirbas]

May 8, 2008 14:21:13 GMT -6 Sam said:

Calling all witches!
Calling all witches!

Prepare your brooms
for flight....

We leave soon...

perhaps tonight
if the moon is right...

the stars are bright..

and the wolf howls
at the stroke of midnight...

I will seek you in the sky....

You will know me
by the sound of laughter

you hear in the wind...

Sam

Ooh-la-la...I like this wicchee piece!!!!!!!

[anirbas]

~Song of the Witch

Prithee, drink from this goblet
I humbly set before thee
to the brim filled with a concoction
of warmed wine and cinnamon.

Tis also a magical potion--
the infusement of which bubbling
through your bloodstream
shalt cause wonderous
things to happen.

Dost thou wish devotion
from thy fey, fickle wife?
She whom hast cuckolded thee?
Her loyalty thou shalt procure.

Dost thou yearn to hast hair
long lost back in place
to match the luxurious
beard grown upon thy face?

A mane a stallion wouldst be proud
to own shalt upon thy bald pate grow.

Dost thou wish for riches
beyond measure?
A stack of coinage
shalt soon to thee appear.

Yay, this concoction
shalt cause all that thy
hast wanted to appear.

But, promise thee naught, wilt I,
that it wilt draw happiness, nigh and near.

For joy stems from inside
and needs only to be freed
to flow as a tide.

[Sam]

Which witch would you prefer?
I have many faces...
Many have been seen,
but many remain hidden
from the mortal human eye.....
Though exposed to them everyday,
you walk quickly by me....
watch out....I might reach out.
I have to smile.
though my patience grows thin
from mortal ignorance,
and I find myself
showing parts
that are best left alone,
hidden from view,
safely inside
far away from people like you...
who can still not accept
anyone different.
It's nothing new....

Sam

[Sam]

Well, well. well.....Look what time of year is rapidly approaching......

Ghosts and goblins are already running amuck in all of the stores.....

Monday is the first day of autumn...

Time is flying....

Shall we join it?

Sam

[Sam]

Monday is the first day of autumn, already.

Time is flying...

Shall we join it?

Sam

[anirbas]

Oooooooh-la-la!
I do so love
autumn...
And the holiday
it brings is my favorite...
No, not Thanksgiving...
Hallowe'en...

[Sam]

I have a "new" favorite movie: "Practical Magic"

The temp got down to 47 last night!
I thought I smelled smoke this morning
as I walked to the bus stop....
Someone was up early
enjoying the crispness
with a fire in their home.
The leaves are turning
this year!
Perhaps Nature is smiling
at us now.

Sam

[anirbas]

Practical Magic is the bomb!
Loved it and love it!

The weather is nicer here in Texland, now, too...Tolerable during the day...
No, triple digit heat waves...Nice and cool in the evenings and early mornings...
But, I wouldn't call it light a fire weather, yet...Our lowest temps are hovering
in the mid-sixties in the early mornings when I leave to go to work...

Good to see you hovering about the halls, again, Sam...I've missed you, sweet sweeting!

[Sam]

Wow!!! Here comes our favorite time of year again!

Time for magic....

Sam

[anirbas]

gigglegiggle...yessssssssss, Sammy, Hallowe'en draws nigh and near!!!!!
I've already started wearing my hallowe'en t-shirts, bat and cat pins and earrings, this year!
bought the coolest, shroud looking material to hang over the stair rail outside.

but, this little witch is tired to the bone and is ready to fly straight to bed for r&r.

oh, Sammy, you should see Ivy and her homecoming mum! the dratted thing is 3/4's
of her body length and frilled to the max! her galpal's mom made it for her and it
is something else! creative, I can claim to be, but, crafty I'm not. the lady made
five of them, each individual in its own way and each one will make you ooh and ahh!

okay, enough yakking about my babygirl! time for some zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz's

[anirbas]

~for the next Hallowe'en
*or*
~woes of a New Age witch

spiders
crawl the bannister
and the wall, too

fuzzy wuzzy
critters of purple
and black hobby fur
or plush velvet

webs festoon
the front door
corners
fashioned
from glittering
black pipe cleaners
with fat purple
plastic arachnids
perched amongst
the nascent threads

a grapevine wreath
also graces the door
ensnaring a collection
of flying bats
and hissing cats
in shades of onyx and jet rubber
interspersed with floating ghosts
and a host of leering pumpkins

trite decorations to honor
this magical, solemn occasion
the ancient ones among us
remember best as Samhain
El dia de Muertos

the ancient ones

those among us
still harboring memories
of when witches took to the sky
on simple brooms of straw and wood
sweeping the face of the moon
as with gleeful abandon
they cackled
in joyous
unison

revered
crones amongst
us as they remember
when we used a broom
for more than something
to sweep the floor
of a room

I envy them!

gladly I would wear
the quilted mapwork
of wrinkles they sport
for one solid memory
of freely sweeping
the face
of the moon
with a broom...

I rue the night
I was born
a New Age witch

now, all we do
is cast spells,
shake spills
of augered bones
from cups of stone
read the cards
practice a bit
of white or green
healing magic

feats any self-respecting
gypsy could accomplish

but, once upon a time,
into the nascent, starshot skies
we could climb one night out of the year

and the other three hundred and sixty-fours days
of the year, we lived for the next Hallowe'en
when the coven could do it again

~*~

this one is for you, Sammyantha.

now girlfriend, throw one back at me!

[anirbas]

Soon comes the eventide
when upon my broom
I shall ride, ride, ride!

My silhouette
in bold relief
shall haunt
the face
of the moon

This laughter-
the sound of rocks
shaken in a metal canister
will rend your dreams
and tear them into nightmares

Yet, I am not the one
you need to fear, my dear.
I do not eat children!
Perish the thought!
That's gross!

I carry them home
as kitty snacks
for my pet cat,
Lucifer.

~*~

hehehehehehe...wicked sounds of laughter erupt from the witch,
until she hits a tree and is thrown from her broom
to land in a ditch. up she rises from her ignominious
ground perch, down the road to sway and lurch.
disoriented and lost, thinking she's home, she enters a church.

and then...

(your turn to take over, Sammy. finish the story, girlie girl!)

[vulture]

~what is

no magic spell
that can quell
the roll
of reality

prayers
are useless
when reality
comes to call

wishes
a naive
adversity
to what will be

even wizards
are helpless
confronted
with what is

witches
and warlocks
alike bow before
the present moment

the moment the seer didn't see...
more potent and powerful than what was seen...
the split second that became this instant...
the one no one was expecting...
that happened into being
when no one was looking...

the reality
unpredicted is...
what is...

[Sam]

I never left you
though it would seem..
I have been with you
through everything...
For good friends
do not have to speak
mere mortal words,
your heart cries loudly,
my soul has heard...

Sam

[aims]

Deadly Nightshade
Witches Brew
transverses reality
thru and thru
alien experience
don't know what you feel
but that you do
up is down and down is into
beauty become hideous
unbearable view
oh wicked wicked witches brew!
How accursed you make all things New!

[anirbas]

~Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!~

Way to go, AC! I do believe this is possibly the first time I have seen you flip the box over in your head and see what fell out in this genre...Fabulous first effort! Count me gobsmacked! lol
btw...EXALT!

[anirbas]

~Malificent the Bad Fairy

Univited to a christening near you...
Sure to doom any dinner for two...
Emotional baggage spilling out everywhere!
I'm Malificent the Bad Fairy.

Can't take me anywhere, I swear!
I've got tangles that have tangles in my hair!
Why chaos haunts me I haven't a clue...
Other than, I'm Malificent the Bad Fairy.

I've tried! It's true! I'm unable to fly straight!
I will always show up at the ball without a date!
I can't help it! To my own funeral I know I will be late...
Because, I'm Malificent the Bad Fairy.

But, you've got to admit...
When I'm hanging out and about...
I mean, come on! Gimmee some credit!
Life is rarely dreary when I grind my angst...

Afterall, it isn't easy being
the Magnificent Malificent-
One Super Bad Fairy!
Woe is me that I do it so well!

~Anirbas.

*Greetings, my fellow earthlings! lol
Yessss, it's that time of year, again!
My favorite holiday of all! Hallowe'en!
Greasepaint, masks and free candy!
What's not to love??
Hope you will treat me
and share a Hallowe'en,
Dia de los Muertos,
or October inspired poem
within the confines of this thread...
Share two or three or four if you so desire...
Even if you do not treat me I will not trick you...
Or will I?? Muhahahahahahahahahaha!
In the meantime, Happy Hallowe'en Poetical Folks!

[aims]

Love that bad fairy I hit the exalt!!! now let me see. . .Oh hell let me tell you about the kid we went to "Halloween & More" the local costume store but the costumes are either to big (adult) or too small (kids) so we bought her a scary mask with hood and a fake Axe and fake blood, plus a voice distorter (she's 10 now by the way) and then we went to the fabric shop and bought some Halloween fabric, it is black and looks holee but it has a red translucent layer which shows through the holes she'll wear black stretch pants and wrap the two yards of that around her she wants to trick or treat then go to the graveyard!!! LOL!! so we'll go there and I'll say okay here we are, . . . nothing happening here!!
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Haggard face
ashen,
bubbling with warts and wrinkles,
somewhere a wind chime eerily tinkles.
she coughs, she growls,
with those hideous jowls,
eye of a newt
foot of a toad
in a cauldron far from any road,
no path leads there
no mortal would dare
accessed by air,
broom parking is over there!!

[anirbas]

rofl...totally laughing, Amy at both your story and your well turned poem! thanks for sharing in this odd and offbeat thread! merry xms! always a treat to show up and find you here amongst us!

[anirbas]

bump bump bumpity bump
another one of those things
that go bump in the night-
this thread lol

I am missing you Sammy,
wherever you may be...

Earth to Sammy...

Ssssaaaaaammmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeee

Can you come out to play?