- I B Howlin' Wolfman
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I thought a little classic Shakespear would be fitting
I hope that in a chair, you're sitting...
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Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd
Thrice and once the hedgepig whin'd
Harper cries: 'Tis time, 'tis time.
Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights hast thirty one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hellbroth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witche's mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd saltsea shark,
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark
Liver of blasphemer too,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birthstrangled babe
Ditchdeliver'd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
I hope that in a chair, you're sitting...
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Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd
Thrice and once the hedgepig whin'd
Harper cries: 'Tis time, 'tis time.
Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights hast thirty one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hellbroth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witche's mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd saltsea shark,
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark
Liver of blasphemer too,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birthstrangled babe
Ditchdeliver'd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
Last edited by I B Howlin' Wolfman on Mon Oct 08, 2007 11:27 pm, edited 1 time in total.
- spookyboo
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Poem
By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes...
Excellent choice IBH....I adore he classics
Excellent choice IBH....I adore he classics
Wild Winds thou shalt blow
carry away my saddened soul
tis the time of Judgement
carry away my saddened soul
tis the time of Judgement
Moon rises
Turns the tide
Casts silvery shadows
Fills me inside
Stripped naked
Muscles tight
Poised hunter
Feeds tonight
In the distance
A lonely wolf’s bay
I hunt not for meat
You are my prey
Your face in my mind
Your scent in the air
Your body is mine
My senses prepare
To dine on your skin
Drink of your lips
Feast on your beauty
Reach for your hips
Surrender so sweet
As the world slumbers
Natural and raw
The wolf feeds his hunger
Turns the tide
Casts silvery shadows
Fills me inside
Stripped naked
Muscles tight
Poised hunter
Feeds tonight
In the distance
A lonely wolf’s bay
I hunt not for meat
You are my prey
Your face in my mind
Your scent in the air
Your body is mine
My senses prepare
To dine on your skin
Drink of your lips
Feast on your beauty
Reach for your hips
Surrender so sweet
As the world slumbers
Natural and raw
The wolf feeds his hunger
- I B Howlin' Wolfman
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Oh, no... I'd hate to have someone recognize it, and it come back and bite me in the tail. Nope, Wolfie does not claim Shakespeare as his own works. Even if the copywrite HAS gasped it's last.Dr Strange wrote:Good call Wolfman, but I would have claimed it; chances are someone here might have thought you wrote it.
Thanks for classin' up the joint!
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Doc, dude, I just saw your Haunted Horseman poem. I feel honored That's AWESOME. I love it. I'm printing it out and hanging it near my computer. You really are a master, my friend.
As always, Laurie, thanks so much for the encouragement, you are too kind.
As always, Laurie, thanks so much for the encouragement, you are too kind.
Because once you cross that bridge, my friend, the ghost is through, his power ends.
Some romance on Halloween
Your eyes so bright
They shine like candles
Brightly flickering they warm me
Your smile so soft
It covers my sadness
From the world it protects me
I want to feel your pleasures my dear
I want to taste your delights
I want to swim in waves of passion this Halloween Night
A witch’s brew
You have slipped me
Enchanted I fall for you
Be my Cleopatra
I’ll be your Marc Antony
Bewitched I fall for you
Your lips like rubies glisten for me
They dance like autumn fire light
I want them to consume me this Halloween Night
They shine like candles
Brightly flickering they warm me
Your smile so soft
It covers my sadness
From the world it protects me
I want to feel your pleasures my dear
I want to taste your delights
I want to swim in waves of passion this Halloween Night
A witch’s brew
You have slipped me
Enchanted I fall for you
Be my Cleopatra
I’ll be your Marc Antony
Bewitched I fall for you
Your lips like rubies glisten for me
They dance like autumn fire light
I want them to consume me this Halloween Night
- spookyboo
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poem
The Dark Prince of Halloween
Has chosen me to be his queen
He arrived one night by candlelight
a handsome visage in my sight
Upon one knee he offered me
a kingdom farther than I could see
He spoke so softly with alot of charm
and soon I fell into his arms
His strong soft lips devoured mine
and I felt as though I was drinking wine
Swooning in my lovers grasp
I did not know how much time had passed
When I awoke the sun did rise
and I saw the nature of his lies
For in my lap was a pumpkin shell
with a face I could surely tell
belonged to the prince that I had seen
Maybe he will come back next Halloween
Has chosen me to be his queen
He arrived one night by candlelight
a handsome visage in my sight
Upon one knee he offered me
a kingdom farther than I could see
He spoke so softly with alot of charm
and soon I fell into his arms
His strong soft lips devoured mine
and I felt as though I was drinking wine
Swooning in my lovers grasp
I did not know how much time had passed
When I awoke the sun did rise
and I saw the nature of his lies
For in my lap was a pumpkin shell
with a face I could surely tell
belonged to the prince that I had seen
Maybe he will come back next Halloween
Wild Winds thou shalt blow
carry away my saddened soul
tis the time of Judgement
carry away my saddened soul
tis the time of Judgement