In this spell
You have to have power,
So grab yourself up
Four cups of white flour.
Then a teaspoon each
Of baking Soda and Powder,
While you chant to the Gods
For not less then an hour.
With two cups of white Sugar
And one Butter all mix to a cream,
So the man that you conjure
Will not treat you mean.
And never within you
Will he ever find fault,
If you add to this spell
One teaspoon of salt.
By adding four eggs
That you've whipped and you've beat,
He'll lay like a dog
On the floor at your feet.
With six bananas
All mashed up for fun,
His spirit will be broken
And his heart will be won.
Of Cloves and Cinnamon
Just add a dash,
So all that you've conjured
Will continue to last.
Now he'll do as you wish
And to all it will show,
If you add a cup of nuts
To your spell casting dough.
Now divide it into
And bake as you please,
Just set your oven
At 350 degrees.

If a man has had a beef with you
Then make a beef of him,
Now take about a pound of it
And slice it really thin.
While chopping up some Mushrooms
Give yourself a thrill.
By thinking he’s a fungus
And something you must kill,
Then grab you up an Onion
For all the tears you’ve cried,
Chop it like the fungus
Then set it all to fry.
Add flour for it’s quickening
Before with it you’re through,
With some garlic and some pepper
To set your spell to brew.
Now just because he’s nasty
Throw in some sour cream,
A couple cups it will take
Especially if he’s mean.
Now simmer for an hour
With a beefy cup of broth,
Then spoon it over noodles
Cause you just Snuffed him off.
___Misty Gail Akers


1 pound beef sliced or ground
2 cups fresh sliced mushrooms
1 onion
1 tablespoon flour
2 cup sour cream
1 cup beef broth
Garlic and pepper to taste

Fry beef in pan till brown and remove add mushrooms and onion and cook till onion is tender then remover. Add a tablespoon of flour to drippings if there is not enough dripping’s from meat add some butter stir until brown then add sour cream and broth. Stir and mix well then return the meat, mushrooms, and onion to the pan simmer for an hour or until it has become thickened sever over hot buttered noodles or rice.

When a man had made me mad
The witch in me then said,
Its time to mix some dough up
And make believe he’s bread.
So put your shortening
With your sugar,
And add some salt and milk,
Now scald him really good
To let him feel
What you have felt.
Then put him in a bowl
With some yeast and flour too,
And knead it really good
As you work
Your anger through.
But now you have to rest
And let your feelings rise.
To catch your second wind
And punch him down to size.
Now take him in your hands
And slap him all about,
So he can feel your anger
As you knock
His wind right out!
It doesn’t really matter
’Cause he’s deserving that,
Plus a three fifty oven
Where he’s placed
Upon the rack
But if you are so mad
You want to see him die,
Then fill your Cauldron up
And let the sucker fry.
Yes this is what the Witch in me
Will always have you do.
Especially if a man
Is really mean to you.

2 Tablespoons of Shortening
3 Tablespoons of Sugar
1 Tablespoons of Salt
2 1/4 cups of Milk
2 packages of dry Yeast
1/2 cup of warm Water with pinch of sugar
5 1/2 to 6 1/2 cups of Flour
And a little oil or butter to slap upon the top.
To Make: Scald milk then add sugar, salt, and shortening. Let cool to lukewarm.
Dissolve Yeast in water with a pinch of sugar. Stir milk mixture into yeast. Add 3 cups of flour. Beat until smooth. Fold in remaining flour as needed to make dough smooth and elastic. Grease mixing bowl well with shortening. Place dough in bowl and brush top with oil or softened butter. Cover with kitchen towel. Let rise in warm, but not hot, place fee from drafts, until doubled in bulk. Punch down and turn out onto lightly floured board. Divide dough cover and let rest 15 to 20 min. Grease two loaf pans. With your hands slap the bubbles out of each loaf as you shape them to fit pans, place in pans and cover lightly with towel. Let rise in warm place about 45 minutes bake at (350 f) for about 35 to 45 minutes or until crust is golden brown. Remove loaves from pans as soon as taken from oven, turning out on rack to cool and grease tops with oil or butter if soft crust is preferred. Let cool completely before storing. Or you may fry the dough in oil like doughnuts.

Take two tablespoons of flour,
And four of margarine
With three cups of milk
The spell has begun.
You’ll have to start chanting
While you continue to stir;
One teaspoons of salt!
With a dash of pepper.
Now this salty sauce
Is a guaranteed cure,
When added to a dish
Demons flee out of fear.
Six potatoes with a knife
You will now have to slice,
To cut up the evil
That was put on your life.
And someone must pay
For the tears that you’ve cried,
So chop up an onion
For those who have lied.
Now grease yourself up
A nice baking dish,
And plead with the God’s
To grant you your wish.
While laying potatoes
In handfuls of one,
Sprinkle with onions
And watch Karma run.
Take your banishing sauce
All chanted and stirred,
And slop some on top
With a few spoken words.
Repeat it by handfuls
Until you are done.
Layer by layer
Come spirit come.
Now quietly move
With out saying a word,
Bake at three-fifty degrees
And keep it covered.
But after an hour
Chant, Scream, and Shout,
As you open the lid
And let the spell out.
Then back to the oven
For another half-hour,
So alone with protection
You’ll also have power.
Peel and sliced potatoes (about 6 cups) sat aside. Then chop one small onion
(about 2 tablespoons) sat aside. To make white sauce put flour, margarine, milk, salt, and pepper in saucepan and heat. Now using a 2-quart greased casserole dish layer with potatoes, Onion, and sauce. Repeat layers. Cover and bake at 350 for about I hour. Uncover and bake 30 minutes longer Serves 4 to 6.

Four cups of cooked pumpkin
I change the Food
Upon my platter,
To become all those men
Whove made me sadder.
And as I cut and chew
And then devour,
Let them all Suffer
Likewise each hour.
While upon the Winds I call spirits
"Come!"
Seeking justice
For what they‘ve done.
Devour them oh spirits
To mulchie matter,
Go-Ahead
Feed on them, off my platter.

Four cups of cooked pumpkin
Or it can come from a can,
As long as the slop
Looks like the guts of a man.
Three cups of white sugar
Then one more of brown,
"Cause that‘s what it takes
To put his soul in the ground.
No matter if he‘s skinny
Or way over weight,
One cup of vegetable oil
Is all it will take.
But only the good die young
And his color ain‘t right,
You‘ll need five cups of flour
To turn his soul white.
Two teaspoons of cinnamon
One and a half then of cloves,
Eight pinches of salt
And all evil goes.
Four teaspoons of soda
Will make the spell rise,
Building up anger
From all of his lies.
Four cups of chopped nuts
To add at the end,
Will push his bad spirit
Off on the wind.
Now pour into pans
All greased and floured,
In a three-fifty oven
You bake the coward.
But after an hour
If you want to have fun,
Poke him with sticks
To see if he‘s done.
Sift & Mix
Sift all the dry ingredients,
Then combine with the wet,
Add your chopped nuts
But your not quit done yet.
Divide up your batter
And do it in threes
Grease and flour your loaf pans.
Then bake at three-fifty degrees.

First I baptized a Roast,
And used the suckers name
"Poof be gone"
A Roast he then became
So I tossed him in the oven
To cook him for an hour,
But when I added tatters
It double up the power.
So then I thought a salad
Sure would make it nice
Especially when the sucker
Had cheated on me twice.
But still I was so mad
I baked a loaf of bread,
And as I punched it down
I thought of just his head.
So no matter where he’s at
He won’t be doing well,
Nothing like a Pot Roast
To cast a little spell.

Nothing
You can‘t see,
You just can‘t see,
But nothings coming after me.
" I know he‘s there"
Nothing around me wrapped,
While on my couch I sat,
I cannot breath!
Why?
"Nothings stopping me".
Oh how nothing makes my head throb so,
I called the Doctor,
He said I know,
" It‘s nothings"
Another Doctor I went to see,
A CAT scan he gave to me.
And then the Doctor raised a brow
And told me how,
" Nothings there "
I KNOW, I KNOW, I said to him.
And nothings coming back again!
If you, don‘t stop him.
A nightmare is what it be,
While nothing sucks the life from me.
They think I‘m craze.
Soon I think that I shell die,
Yes you will look,
And you will try,
But you won‘t find,
" NOTHING."

A cloud floated in my room
Hovering close above my head,
As I gazed deep within it
I saw misery and dread.
For the winds had brought the cloud
With a whisper to say,
That something very wicked
Was soon to come my way.
So I looked towards the window,
Gazing out for a better view to wait,
Feeling no emotions
And least of all not hate.
Barely giving it a thought
For I have come to know,
On just how often the winds of dread
My way, have come to blow.

I‘m on the move and always going
And attentive you can see,
I have the will to fight for life
I‘m as humble as can be.
Persistence is my code for life
And I‘m quite happy too,
You‘ll never see me take a risk
As my self-esteem is shining through,
So tell me all about yourself
The things that I must know,
For I cannot live without you
And I‘ve come to tell you so.
You Don‘t Say!
So you‘re always on the move?
Impatient I can see,
Attentive sounds good
But it means intolerance to me.
Your fight for life stands for hatred
And being humble is insecurity,
Persistence means you‘re stubborn
So you‘re not the guy for me.
Your happiness shows your ignorance
And without risk, depression is all that it can be.
And self-esteem is nothing more then ego
Sounds like you‘re pretty weird to me.
And the need to know my life
Is jealousy through and through.
And not to live without me
Means your quite possessive too!

Each step took me nearer
To the fulfillment of that moment;
As a tear lurked in my eye,
Seeing all my prayers tinged with sadness.
While hopes and dreams
Fell like sunsets.
Turning back the pages,
As memories took the lead!
Falling in and out of love,
Simply by the arranging of flowers,
Locked in the depth, of a forgotten mind.
A bewildering thought!
Saying goodbye, goodbye, as I marched
Into life with stars in my eyes!
So quickly the days passed into years.
Only then coming full circle
To stand silent and alone;
Knowing there is but two choices in life,
And one of them is wrong.

Helplessly I watched
As my life passed me by,
Minute by minute
Oh how the time flies.
To see each second
Each stroke of the clock,
To hear my heart beating
With a tick and a tock!
Each passing minute
A tide of tears raised,
Drowning in sorrow
With each crashing wave!
While they called out to me
As they slammed upon shore,
Go ahead, and jump in
For you can‘t stand no more
I simply replied, I‘d not be afraid,
"While they screamed"
The bed where you sleep, someone else for you made.
As each wave then shouted
Life is not what it seems,
But I kept on yelling
I fought hard for my dreams.
Then hopelessly I watched
As they were swept out to sea,
Thinking deeply to reflect
What had happened to me!
Then off to my ocean of tears,
I gazed while I stood on the dock,
Amazed at what time can do
With a tick and a tock

The moon swept slowly across the sky
While a gray shadow hovered low on a cool breeze.
Suddenly from out of the mist floated echoes,
That softly ruffled fallen leaves.
Majestically as if to hear footsteps the woods laid silent,
As though to hold it‘s breath in fear.
Then a loud noise broke the silent night air
Mocking the cry of a hurtful soul.
Swiftly wings swept across the moonlit clouds,
And all the forest creatures joined in
An arousing chorus of nightly sounds,
And just for a moment!
I heard the beauty of the darkened woods.
Then a chill took hold of me, as I froze motionless,
Only to become part of the vast landscape
That God had set before me.
Mistaken for a mighty oak,
The winds blew my hair like fallen leaves.
Forever one with the night and no longer afraid.
"My Spirit Free"
From earthly ties to sweep across the glade.
Then to rise above the horizon as the forest
Prepared to welcome me to the nightly fold.
While joining in with the chorus of echoes,
That softly ruffled fallen leaves.
Majestically as if to hear my own foot steps,
The woods laid silent, as if to hold its‘ breath in fear.
Then suddenly I let out a loud noise that broke the silent night air.
" Yes it was I!"
(The cry of a lost and hurtful soul.)

Endless days pass into years,
Drifting by on a small breath of hope.
As my strength drains,
And I fall helplessly into nothing.
Feeling no power to fight or cope,
Howling like a small child at my own disappointment.
To sit alone and watch the sun set,
And know that it well never shine again for me.
Weeping and wailing, that yesterday came and went,
As contentment replaces my unhappiness;
While others try to make my bed, in which I must sleep.
Losing all of my emotions, as I am haunted by memories,
To bazaar to have actually happened.
"BUT THEY DID"
How can I run from the dark shadows of my life?
Continuously in search of a boat,
That I might float above the sea of my misery.
Wading into the water, only to be washed to shore,
And lay helplessly on miles of desperation.
As problems are sat aside to make room for the sorrow,
That guides my every step to the way of my own demise.
Totally engulfed in darkness, without so much as a ray of light,
That I might know the passing of a single day;
Frozen in time, motionless,
Staring into the abyss only to exhale upon the mirror,
And know the darkness, to be my own reflection.
Like a TV rerun,
That continues to play the nonstop sadness of my life.
With only a small breathe of hope,
That someday soon I shall be cancelled.
Or at lest someone could change the channel!

Words of love came off his lips,
With a touch of arctic wind;
His breath of frost upon me fell
And chilled my soul within.
I clenched my coat around,
Longing warmth of summers day.
Knowing winter, and he like ice
Was soon to melt and run away.
So slippery was this man
I tried to hold up stable.
Ice statue through and through,
A centerpiece to garnish banquet table.
Yet all around he badgered me
His words of love like blizzards blew
And all the while I ducked to dodge
To keep from freezing to.
At last the sun was shown to me,
Its warmth did drive the ice away;
But still I felt a nip to spring
And knew a part of him had stayed.

Upon my hurtful heart, a sign they post
To say you dare not enter in,
For what was once young and healthy
Now hangs a sign condemned.
They speak the words of danger
Saying soon the walls will fall,
For half felled dreams of broken trust
Had made and built them all.
While beneath the under growth creeps whispers
Of floors so week and frail,
There is no value left
To hang a sign for sale;
Voices scream from broken glass
And a well that cannot cry,
For the windy storms that battered it
Has let the well, run dry.
And if this wicked welcome
Be not enough to scare a man away,
Then please enter in, so with your heart,
All my ghosts can play.

You have worn me away...
Slowly and constantly
As my rock hard stature gives way
To your soft words of wind
Where I‘ve become sand
For you to walk on.
As my mountain of self-esteem
Erodes into deep canyons
As you go like a river
First over me, then through me.
While drop by drop
My once rocky surface
Has given way to hidden caverns.
That echoes for the want of you
You‘ve worn me down...
With your selfish drops of love
That fall frozen in glaciers
On peaks of forgotten volcanoes,
Barren and alone
Where nothing grows.

My marriage is a library,
So how long must I stand,
As a book on a shelf!
"Read me, Read me,"
Check me out!
And know the fear.
X-rated hidden in shadows,
HOW PASSIVE,
I‘ve become to avoid the battles.
As my husband lives and breathes,
"His favorite book, no one sees"
And because of this I live in torment.
With pleasure each page is read,
With expectations his egos fed.
And once my retched husband
Has had his fill, its back to the shelf,
Where I stand still.
In the library!
"HUSH" no talking allowed!!

Maiden,
Mother,
Crone,
Oh come save me,
I cannot take
Abuse from he.
Please choke his breath
And stop his heart,
And from this world
Please let him part.

I caught a slithering slinky snake
And it was really hard,
First I chased him through the field,
Then I chased him through the yard.
And being the Wicked Witch
That you know I am,
I cursed you really good
Just by using him.
That‘s why upon his back
I had to write your name,
So what was done to him
To you would come the same.
Now forever on your belly
Like a snake you‘re cursed to crawl,
Down, down, on the ground
With the snake beneath us all.
But then I thought a thought so cold
And so truly bad of me,
But couldn‘t help but stop to giggle
When on a freeway
I let the thing go Free, Smush!