A luminous glow
lights up the night
bedazzled I swoon
this midnight delight

ghosts of the timber
are grey in the dark
until the silence splits
with a victimized bark

shadows duck shade
and dance on thin air,
malcontents shudder
as feet jag a snare

beautiful cannot
describe what I see,
a garden of Eden
has been set free

the light coming down
our tide- orb above,
cast all in magic
its night-time I love

i.

I think perhaps
a whisper
is enough ~

my awakening face
sliced from the womb
this first day

will you be my clever man
my man
of high degree?

I erupt in lush vegetation
a secret serpent
coiled

ready to strike
a deadly embrace
bowl-shaped hollows

Kantju
Kali-tongue
flicking

ii.

"LEAF LIFTING, LIFE"
Margaret Ann Waddicor 12th October 2011.

Like a leaf lifting in wind
life spins
the coin is tossed
the heads the tails
upside down
downside up

Fates whims
its seasons varied
dull and bright
alights on shadows
dimmed

Autumn's fairy
shreds the leaves
worn soft as silken dresses
realities shrouds of death
their breath now stolen from the mist

He was but a vampyre
in every sense of the word,

living life vicariously
through her to the absurd.

When he finally had her
under his powerful spell,

he continued to keep her hostage
subliminally, so she couldn't tell.

His passion's hues so very dark
she longed for his embrace,

she yearned to play within the shadows
where light was but a trace.

In the dankness of each evening
when the air began to cool,

she couldn't help but plead to him
to stop treating her so cruel.

Augusts’ dark dying

The sirens pass by the
lived in shadows
Frozen, the streets that
could have been wider
he had perceived

His dying was going to
be messy with noise
Surreal my mindset he laughed
with a pained expression,
so saddened to be leaving
her alone
Against an August world
still dark, unsafe.

Bad Witch/Good Witch

sisters of the cauldron
stirring potions in the night
eye of newt and bat wing
for your ghoulish appetite

when brew 'tis made and done
they will happily conspire
a deadly spell of malice
while dancing round the fire

on night of All Hallows Even
drawing magic circles in the sand
they rise and play joining
with ghost and skeleton band

Good witches which there are few
on this night don't stand a chance
for all their deeds of good
should avoid the evil dance

Yeah,

I roam the world
and my cat’s whiskers;
give me the wisdom,
to follow you or any one...
Now I have seen Bombay 17 times
in my life...
ask me where you stay
and,
I will tell,
within
one hundred miles
I maybe wrong
hahahaa.....

I like and
I love
those who love me,
as friends
as I am only love hungry
I eat little
far less than what's needed for my age...
you all are lovely friends of Neopoet
So I love you all
from this far distance

With a sky so grey,
       clouds arrive to break
                up its monotony,
with a wind so cold
       to an unseen
                stretch of limbs, howling
with a lake so hungry
       stealing shadows
                of wild geese, passing

I have a cat
upon a mat
that is too fat
and that…is not salubrious.
It eats the rat
and eats the bat
and leaves the scat
and that…is downright tedious.
Its charm is flat
for such a brat
and will not chat
and that…is just discourteous.
So time this prat
became a hat
that I shall pat
on head and that is surely the end of this small poem.
(prat- buttocks [slang])

Assonance and Consonance

Poem 1
I don't think there is a boy
who doesn't crave a brand new toy
and will use whatever ploy
to gain the toy he will enjoy

Poem 2
If on arriving at work later
you find your work-load that much greater
you may consider driving straighter
than a frustrated restaurant waiter
or a seriously drunken skater.