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	<title>Comments on: Your Poem Gives Me the Creeps</title>
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		<title>By: And the Nominees Are&#8230;</title>
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		<dc:creator>And the Nominees Are&#8230;</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 20:57:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Thomas E Jackson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Thomas E Jackson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 07:41:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>10/27/09 7:12 am 
 
It&#039;s approching that evening, yes that special hour
where, with Will and Focus, I&#039;ll call forth the Power
a declaration of Intent, summonning Spirit&#039;s to appear
into my triangle at this time of Year
When the vail is quite thin, and the Portals are open
Ghoulys and Monsters fill the streets just a hopein
to slip into young Minds, lest parents refute them away
I&#039;ve one under my bed to this very day!
This Masterfull being, who I&#039;ve chose to Evoke
of undisputeable Magic, a Magnificent folk
to harness his Secrets, his Mastery of Words
and Create One&#039;s own Pantheon, Man, Fin, Fur and Bird
Down to my Temple, It&#039;s time to begin
connect with the Highest, admit to my Sins
through Fire, through Water, and Banishments too
with Azreal&#039;s aid, the rest is a breeze
as that chill down my spine, tell&#039;s me whom I&#039;m to please
My Heart how it pounds, to each tic of the clock
I sense now he&#039;s closer, my Neshamah took stock
from my Triangle echos an impaitent knock
as Mel Blanc burst forth shouting,&quot; eh..Whats up Doc?&quot;
Share your Secrets (spoke I) here&#039;s Eleven Gold Debloons
Said he &quot;Kid,it&#039;s Samolions, and your LoonyTunes!&quot;
as he made his departure, Bellowing &quot;Break this Halloween habit!&#039;
But I miss my old friends, next up......Jessica Rabbit!!</description>
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<p>It&#8217;s approching that evening, yes that special hour<br />
where, with Will and Focus, I&#8217;ll call forth the Power<br />
a declaration of Intent, summonning Spirit&#8217;s to appear<br />
into my triangle at this time of Year<br />
When the vail is quite thin, and the Portals are open<br />
Ghoulys and Monsters fill the streets just a hopein<br />
to slip into young Minds, lest parents refute them away<br />
I&#8217;ve one under my bed to this very day!<br />
This Masterfull being, who I&#8217;ve chose to Evoke<br />
of undisputeable Magic, a Magnificent folk<br />
to harness his Secrets, his Mastery of Words<br />
and Create One&#8217;s own Pantheon, Man, Fin, Fur and Bird<br />
Down to my Temple, It&#8217;s time to begin<br />
connect with the Highest, admit to my Sins<br />
through Fire, through Water, and Banishments too<br />
with Azreal&#8217;s aid, the rest is a breeze<br />
as that chill down my spine, tell&#8217;s me whom I&#8217;m to please<br />
My Heart how it pounds, to each tic of the clock<br />
I sense now he&#8217;s closer, my Neshamah took stock<br />
from my Triangle echos an impaitent knock<br />
as Mel Blanc burst forth shouting,&#8221; eh..Whats up Doc?&#8221;<br />
Share your Secrets (spoke I) here&#8217;s Eleven Gold Debloons<br />
Said he &#8220;Kid,it&#8217;s Samolions, and your LoonyTunes!&#8221;<br />
as he made his departure, Bellowing &#8220;Break this Halloween habit!&#8217;<br />
But I miss my old friends, next up&#8230;&#8230;Jessica Rabbit!!</p>
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		<title>By: James Thomas</title>
		<link>http://www.llewellyn.com/blog/2009/10/your-poem-gives-me-the-creeps/comment-page-1/#comment-1489</link>
		<dc:creator>James Thomas</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 01:42:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The true terror, is human terror.
Are you afraid now, terror of your own mind?
The thought of what your mind can conjure,
dose it make your chest heave?
The ghouls and demons of your mind are the true terror.
There images alone are fear.
Imagine that. Our own fear, is our own doing.
But a quyestion to punder?
Dose that make them less real?
There coming.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The true terror, is human terror.<br />
Are you afraid now, terror of your own mind?<br />
The thought of what your mind can conjure,<br />
dose it make your chest heave?<br />
The ghouls and demons of your mind are the true terror.<br />
There images alone are fear.<br />
Imagine that. Our own fear, is our own doing.<br />
But a quyestion to punder?<br />
Dose that make them less real?<br />
There coming.</p>
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		<title>By: Firehand</title>
		<link>http://www.llewellyn.com/blog/2009/10/your-poem-gives-me-the-creeps/comment-page-1/#comment-1458</link>
		<dc:creator>Firehand</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 05:13:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>On All Hallows Eve when the moon is full
the veil is thin and and the ravens crow,
the night grows dark and the shadows grow long.
the Wiccans song is on the air and joy and celebration
are the fare.
The faeries dance and elementals play and for this night
the Goddess reins.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On All Hallows Eve when the moon is full<br />
the veil is thin and and the ravens crow,<br />
the night grows dark and the shadows grow long.<br />
the Wiccans song is on the air and joy and celebration<br />
are the fare.<br />
The faeries dance and elementals play and for this night<br />
the Goddess reins.</p>
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