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Witches' Brew - Form of the Week Gemstone

The Witches' Brew

We've read when Shakespeare's witches walked
the land to lure with words
for those who'd heed. They'd chant and talk
of what we dreamed, they stirred
up our irrelevant complaints
and listened showing gleed restraint
to thoughts trite and absurd,
They fueled our wants with poppycock.

The scheme of things, in life and death,
they're not our first concern.
We take for granted our next breath
and will we never learn
be kind to each other here?
We must not drink the coven's beer.
Examine and discern,
avoid the pitfalls of Macbeth.

Ambitions drove his moral code,
he withered into sin.
He let his noble heart erode
to gain himself a win.
When win he would by doing good,
upholding truth, for once he stood,
not heed the witches' grin.
Beware, sidestep the tempting road.

Our petty troubles can extend
our energies and time.
We worry, fret and try to bend
our lusts to seem sublime.
Instead, let's care for those in pain,
give aid to victims of the rain,
and boost up those who'd climb.
Don't drink the witches' brew, the end.
                    ~~Judi Van Gorder

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"Form of the week: Gemstone"  
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