The midnight hour is near
prepare your spell and let go of your fear
But before you cast and light the candle
think of the three-fold rule, if you can handle
©P. Bunnykins
The Craft
Mother Nature
I find happiness at the sight of the blue sky
while taking a bite off my favorite egg pie
I find happiness at the smell of the evening breeze
that comes from the wondrous seven seas
Wine and Love
Wine comes in at the mouth
(drunk brunch with good convo and good vibes)
and love comes in at the eye
(the beauty of your face melts into mine)
I mixed Alexander Bentley and W.B. Yeats poems to create a simple Found Poetry.
© Alexander Bentley
© W.B. Yeats
Poetry Day Seven, Found Poetry
The Magical Window
Every time I look outside my window at night
I’m always in awe of such a magical sight
of beautiful geese flying in the moonlight
and night flowers blooming calmly in sweet delight
The fascinating feeling doesn’t end there
for when the moonbeam starts to glitter in my hair
I would hear nostalgic music in my ear
making me dream and float in the air
It makes me travel far away
that I would be gone for more than a day
or maybe I could had long slept
but please, don’t wake me up just yet
© P. Bunnykins
Poetry Day Six: Enjambment
When Nature Hits Back
Sometimes when the world wanted you to quit
The best thing to do? drink red wine and sit
Sit and just laugh at the world
For you will never get hurled
Proudly you walk, then you stepped on some shit
© P. Bunnykins
Poetry Day Four: Limerick
Wow! Limerick is a little hard, don’t you think? 😛
Sunset
The sunset glows like a fire in the sky
glistening the waters as it waves its goodbye
Before darkness starts to wrap the world like a blanket
it paints the heavens first like a beautiful palette
© P. Bunnykins
Cobbie
C-obalt blue dragon
O-ffspring of the four ancient guardians
B-orn as the prophecy had written
B-ringing balance to the kingdom and other dimensions
I-mbibe with you the secret of the elements
E-nding the reign of the black orcs and sirens
© P. Bunnykins
Poetry Day Three: Acrostic
The Mermaid
Freckled face freewheeling her fancy French-blue fishtail
© P. Bunnykins
Poetry Day Two: Alliteration
Her Soul is like Water
Her soul is like water
ice cold as the winter
or burning hot like the sun
she is owned by no one
She is versatile
like a river that can flow an extra mile
or she can be stubborn as a marsh
strong-willed, but a little harsh
© P. Bunnykins
Privacy is Lost
Privacy is lost
to the gods of social media
as people share their drama
to get noticed at all cost
and when people judged them back
for the crazy things they posted
they wished to take it back
too late, it’s already exposed
© P. Bunnykins
