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UnderYourSpell

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The next challenge subject is 'A superstition you have' if you don't have one go and research and write as if it's yours (you may admit this!)
Ten lines minimum, Twenty max, no new players until this one is finished, drop poems by midnight Sunday, last poet to post picks next challenge conditions as well as new title.
 
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https://www.dailywire.com/news/38440/dillon-australian-universities-are-threatening-ban-kassy-dillon

https://www.sott.net/article/400736-Australian-Universities-ban-sarcasm-as-form-of-violence


microaggressions are the new wave
of superstitions
witch hunt trials
are alive and well
as they seek every behaviour
that might potentially hurt someone's feelings

as if words are now
axes
guns and
bombs
wielded by verbal jihadists
simply waiting to prey on the innocent
within range of their high end
blast radius

as if offence is the new
thing we need be protected from
with the hand wringing of
a paternal instinct

how long until
silence has become
our native tongue
 
The Flower


I wish my flower could be
down in the meadow by the river
where soon Spirit Sun takes away
cold smoke in the morning,

but Uma, see how Krah smears blood
on claws of the short-faced bear
as Tunka plucks the petals
to burn for Spirit Moon
that he not fear Zar anymore.

The pretty petals are dying there,
just as our sister Manah did
in the Great Pit wearing the hide
we dyed with plums and carrots.

Tunka will burn the petals in his cup,
but Uma, sshh, tomorrow
come with me to the river to see,
wrapped in a tree leaf hidden there
behind the Great Rock of Zar
among the many smaller ones,
Uma, I hid the seeds.
 
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latin and incense
superstition
chicken blood and drums
superstition
saluting magpies, horn-fingers,
faggot-piles with their human torches
superstition
stroke your rabbit's foot
on its silver chain
string garlic and kiss the cross
just in case - yanno -
superstitions
as diverse as widespread

now wait, superstition
just gotta pull up my lucky pants
 
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butters said:
latin and incense
superstition
chicken blood and drums
superstition
saluting magpies, horn-fingers,
faggot-piles with their human torches
superstition
stroke your rabbit's foot
on its silver chain
string garlic and kiss the cross
just in case - yanno -
superstitions
as diverse as widespread

now wait, superstition
just gotta pull up my lucky pants
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Love it, especially the last two lines :)
 
Mixed Berry Pie Slice

Fork poised and ready.
Tines spear, plowing deep
Impaling, clinking
As the prongs hit the plate.
I pull the fork forth,
Separating and setting aside
That tiny flaky triangle.
Fruits tangle and spill,
Glistening with sticky goodness.
Eat the tip last.
It brings good luck!
That's what my dad said.
And I've done it ever since.
 
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Superstitions: folded blitz

Whisper Country

Black cat, black wind whisper
whisper spells, whisper tales
tales told, tails in a crack
crack mirror, crack a joke
joke track, joke away chills
chills for shadows, chill pill
pill phobia, pill bug
bug nuts, bug light
light snow, light sensitive
sensitive seance, sensitive to suggestion
suggestion therapy, suggestion and reaction
reaction time, reaction risks
risk assesment, risk factor
factor eerie, factor thing
thing amagig, thing finder
finder purse, finder what?
what fun, what shit!
shit bird, shit house
house of horrors, house mouse
mouseketeer, mouse hole
whole grain, whole hog
hog it up, hog wild
wild child, wild country
country charm, country quiet
quiet charm
 
you changed the ending :D but it works with the title, shades of quietude
 
Smudging

Gathering a sweet bundle of sage
wrapped tightly with purple perle cotton
breathing in the aromatic scent of the high desert

Time to cleanse this space
chase out the darkness and toxicity

A simple thought held in my mind
as the bundle catches flame
and the smudgy smoke envelopes me.
Stepping across the threshold
silently repeating the blessing
carrying the smoking bundle into every room
every corner, every shadowy space
and then burns through night
until sage infuses the building
leaving no space for evil to remain.
 
todski28 said:
https://www.dailywire.com/news/38440/dillon-australian-universities-are-threatening-ban-kassy-dillon

https://www.sott.net/article/400736-Australian-Universities-ban-sarcasm-as-form-of-violence


microaggressions are the new wave
of superstitions
witch hunt trials
are alive and well
as they seek every behaviour
that might potentially hurt someone's feelings

as if words are now
axes
guns and
bombs
wielded by verbal jihadists
simply waiting to prey on the innocent
within range of their high end
blast radius

as if offence is the new
thing we need be protected from
with the hand wringing of
a paternal instinct

how long until
silence has become
our native tongue
Click to expand...

This made me go and write something in the same vein elsewhere, really touched a nerve somewhere.
 
My Ex Mother in law, she of strong
Irish Catholic descent,
but before I married her son,
would never let me be first
over the doorstep on New Years Day.
Blondes were unlucky she said,
so there I stood banished, hoping
the postman was brunette
or any other colour, until growing
impatient dragged a neighbour
out into the snow and over her sill!
 
The Séance

Summoned a third time this month
To conduct a séance at the Factor's House
the psychic was weary of this journey.
Planchette at the ready,
guests gathered in the parlor
around the candle lit table
anxious to speak to the spirits,
and communicate with the dead.
Heartbroken Dr. Tolmie seeks Jane
earnestly calling to his wife
letter by letter 'till the table tips
all hands flat on the wood surface.

Seems even Jane is weary of talking
as the letters slowly spell one by one:
"B U S Y D O I N G G O D S W O R K"
A spirit wind blows out a candle
and the table remains still
no matter how many more letters are called
and the planchette scribes gibberish.


https://www.kew.org/blogs/library-ar...d-spiritualism
 
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Dithyramb Remix

I finally know why the universe spins,
for science explains the what and the how.

The laws of science you can't disavow
because you want angels dancing on pins.

I can make robots that play violins,
grow vast timberlands from twigs on a bough.
I finally know why the universe spins.

With science I know I'll always know how,
so why would I make up devils or jinns?
Why kill the Buddha or follow the Tao?

Yes, there's no silk in the ear of a sow,
but I can make purses; I can clone twins.

Since science explains the what and the how,
I finally know why the universe spins.
 
Black cat blues

Had to cross paths with that black cat
cause I really needed tail,
walking the tracks with eyes closed
missing every second rail.
ducking under the ladder as I go
kick over the salt pail
toss a pinch over left shoulder
and cops take me off to jail.
Littering son, they tell me and
the judge he don’t grant bail
and now you broke that mirror
so you ass they going to flail.
 
Piscator said:
Black cat blues

Had to cross paths with that black cat
cause I really needed tail,
walking the tracks with eyes closed
missing every second rail.
ducking under the ladder as I go
kick over the salt pail
toss a pinch over left shoulder
and cops take me off to jail.
Littering son, they tell me and
the judge he don’t grant bail
and now you broke that mirror
so you ass they going to flail.
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Your turn to chose Piscator :)
 
UnderYourSpell said:
Your turn to chose Piscator :)
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Last I checked it was not yet midnight in the US. and the Americas. As I post (edit) this right now it is 8:00 PM PST (my time zone) - and there are at least 2 time zones to the west of me in the US (Alaska and Hawaii)

It is Sunday per our own time zone, correct?
 
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Changing My Stars

It was one of those evenings
Whereby hindsight illuminates
The follies of my desperation
To change my unwholesome stars

I walked under the landscaper's ladder
Aghast, I quickly prayed and spun three times
As was proscribed to avoid ill luck
But that was by no means all, oh no

At our dinner, I spilled the salt
Forthwith. I grabbed the family black cat, Tillie,
And tossed her over my left shoulder
But sadly, fate was not done with me

Later that evening, the neighborhood owl
Hooted away atop the old cracked chimney
Recognizing my peril, I quickly ate a spider
Nauseating yes, but I know what to do

Weary, I prepared for my nights long sleep
Alas my luck, the mirror broke while I shaved
In my astonishment, the blade fell from my grasp
Picked it up, went to bed, and slept with my feet towards the door
 
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