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Poems with a Humorous Twist!
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SONGS OF
A METRIC WICCAN
by: Jack Day © 1999
farmacy@iweb.net.au
ICQ#6561685
http://members.iweb.net.au/~farmacy/index.html
VISIONS
I meditate on Michael, Archangel of the South.
That fiery gleam, the Hebrew nose.
The firm, unsmiling mouth.
The vision's nearly perfect -
that's one thing I can boast.
I can even smell the fire . . . . .Oh, shit!
I've burnt the bloody toast!!!
AS YE SOW
Cast your bread upon the waters;
Three times back is what you get.
But... who but ducks would want
three loaves of bread
That's sopping wet?
SANCTUARY
Athame, athame, in my right hand,
Scribe me a circle as quick as you can.
Draw it around me and hide me;
you see, I think the goddess is looking
for me.
Magickal Cure
Eye of Newt, toe of frog,
Hair of the head of an old black dog,
Bat's blood blue, a blind worm's head . . .
Are you sure you wouldn't rather take a
Tylanol instead?
AUTUMN EQUINOX
To celebrate the harvest is an age-old
fling.
Passing cakes and wine around -
you know the sort of thing.
But the way I feel this morning is most
certainly a sign
I should have drunk the salt-in-water,
instead of all that wine.
INVOCATION
Circle!
Tetragrammaton!
Triangle of Art!
All their correspondences!
I'm ready for the start!
Slowly, surely, confident
Begins the Astral probe.
(Ye Gods! If something DOES appear,
I'll wet my bloody robe!)
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