gangsterfurious Posted September 17, 2012 Share Posted September 17, 2012 I present to you a pathetic break-up poem. Written by yours truly ---------------------------------------- You used to be beautiful And we were so young So stupid Or at least I was Giving you so much of my time And moments that don't come back Years have gone by so quickly that I cannot remember much But you always find your way back into my thoughts You still hurt me Every day ---------------------------------------- Yay break-ups! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tick Posted October 9, 2012 Author Share Posted October 9, 2012 This isn't dark but it is poetry... Sitting in the darkness, listening to the sounds Of madness that is brewing, deep inside your mind The calm before the storm, beginning of the end To fake a sense of sanity has become a fashion trend Only when we are willing, to see reality Will we ever have a chance, to have some clarity The choices that we make define the path were on The road can split and leave you helplessly bound Choose the left or choose the right, which way should you go Open your eyes to see the light, only then will you ever know Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
librarian Posted October 10, 2012 Share Posted October 10, 2012 Morrissey was on the Colbert Report the other day! I was like, Wha??? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tick Posted February 25, 2013 Author Share Posted February 25, 2013 When one wanders through the dark recesses of one’s own mind the twisted thoughts of perversion eclipse any fictional idea ever written. In the darkness we see far more than in the light. The imagery can manifest to reality and then the danger really begins. Trapped in a vortex of deception the things we think to be illusion are the things we set in motion to destroy. Unknowingly we hide behind the mask of sanity while the madness spills onto everything we touch. We fool others primarily because we have fooled ourselves and the lies we perpetrate are the truths we conceal. Only when it crumbles down around us do we recognize the lies in disguise. Beware of the well that leads us to hell, as we calmly devour our daily bread. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnalyticalEngine Posted February 26, 2013 Share Posted February 26, 2013 It's obvious that all poetry, when broken down, is about death... (No its not that's just what pretentious and misguided High School English teachers say) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boots Posted September 10, 2017 Share Posted September 10, 2017 THE DEVIL AND PEYTON MANNING Peyton Manning was a behemoth;He was never a pretty boy.He dominated the field for yearsAnd governed it like a viceroy. Peyton was All American,The burly leader of the pack.Forever the fan favorite,He was the people's quarterback. He had everything he ever wanted,A great mansion and a charming wife.But for some reason he still wanted more;There was something missing from his life. His coach and his fans were relentless;Peyton heard their phantom screams.The clock was ticking away for himAlong with his hopes and dreams. He tried to find some allies in DenverAnd another Super Bowl ring.He was supposed to be the game changer;They thought he could do anything. He drank a can of HeinekenAs he sat on his patio deck.The Dark One appeared before him;He placed his hands around Peyton's neck. The Devil shed droplets of sulfurOn the patio where he leaned.In spite of his large, bulky stature,Peyton was frightened by the fiend. He said, "I know you, Peyton;I can sense your greatest desire.It dwells deep inside your heartAnd burns violently like a fire." Peyton asked, "How can you know me?And where, pray tell, did you come from?"To the dark beast who gripped his neckWho could send him to Kingdom Come. "I know more than the eyes can see,And I can hear your innermost thoughts,"Said the Devil in his terse wayWhile Peyton's stomach was tied in knots. The Devil said, "What you covet most isAnother shot at the Super Bowl.I have the power to help you succeed,But you will have to give up your soul." Peyton reflected for a long timeAs the Devil relaxed his death grip.He wondered if he needed his soulAnd if his team were a sinking ship. Then after much consideration,Peyton made a deal with the jinn.In his next season with the Broncos,He would trade his soul for the win. His game improved at lightning speedAs if he were a young buck again.He rushed the field like a soldier,And he had the strength of twenty men. As the Dark One had promised him,Denver made it to the final round.Peyton was hailed as a hero;A finer quarterback couldn't be found. His team played like never before;They put their opponents to shame.The Broncos owned the football field,And they won the Super Bowl game. Peyton hoisted the trophy above his head,But the Dark One returned to collect his soul.The crowd gasped at the horror before their eyes,This ghastly conclusion to the Super Bowl. The Devil's cloak billowed behind him;His glowing eyes and horns were a sight.Black smoke filled the air all around him;He stole the entire show that night. It was quite an unfortunate endingFor a glorious, eventful day.The Devil latched onto Peyton's helmet,And then he carried him away. [April 27, 2013] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boots Posted September 10, 2017 Share Posted September 10, 2017 THE KNIGHT'S EXIT He used to rule the worldSo many years agoThen it overwhelmed himA brutal, crushing blow His reign suddenly endedDefeat swallowed him wholeThe loss was devastatingIt burned inside his soul He left the match that dayAnd was embarrassed by the scoreSomehow he'd lost his wayIt wasn't in him anymore He retreated to his castleWhere he collected his thoughtsHe wondered where he'd gone wrongAnd tried to connect the dots The knight announced his exitHe decided not to returnHe was finished duelingHis career entered a nocturne He brooded for many monthsAnd really let himself goHe found no purpose in lifeExcept to watch the wind blow One day out of boredomHe picked it up againNo one was keeping scoreNo records were broken The pressure had vanishedBut his talent had returnedHe found his swing againHis misfortune was adjourned Then before he knew itThe knight was back in the gameHe'd been gone for agesBut his stroke remained the same He was still a heroOne they'd never forgetAnd soon he realizedHe wasn't finished yet [December 4, 2012] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boots Posted September 10, 2017 Share Posted September 10, 2017 DEATH OF A SCIENTIST He adored physics and mathWhen he started at collegeAll his professors had faithHe wouldn't misuse his knowledge Theirs was a sacred trustA tunnel without lightThe world would someday endBecause of their hindsight He played with bright chemicalsThey were a source of seductionHe studied Bohr and EinsteinAnd weapons of mass destruction He found some plutoniumTo build a nuclear bombHe hid most of his secretsIn an old CD-ROM He worked day and nightTo fulfill his sinister planBut his plot was foiledBy a mysterious gentleman He headed to the mountainsTo gather fuel for his labHe packed his leather briefcaseThen he phoned for a taxicab His ride was rather tardyThe cab was an hour lateHe worried for the driverAnd wondered about his fate He paced the concrete pavementAnd looked at his watch constantlyHis head was filled with tensionWhen his ride arrived finally The scientist saw his cabIt swayed wildly on the roadThere was no driver insideSuddenly did it explode His comrades built a mausoleumTheir purpose was intensifiedThey later resumed his work for himA month after the day he died [January 13, 2012] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boots Posted September 10, 2017 Share Posted September 10, 2017 THE LAKE The children saw it that summerWhen they waded through the lakeIt was over seven feet tallWith teeth as long as a rake Its body was covered with slimeDark and slippery as the mudIts eyes were bright green and glowingAnd its tongue the color of blood They told their parents of the beastIt was a fantastic revelationBut of course no one believed themThey blamed it on their imagination A day after the discoveryThe youngest child disappearedHis parents worried to no endAnd the worst was what they feared The other children were groundedIt was safer to stay insideThey picked up their toy cars and dollsIn their playroom they went to hide Their mother patrolled the cabinAs the day turned into nightHer husband had gone into townIt was a careless oversight The firewood burned steadilyIt crackled and it roaredShe watched the flames dance wildlyTheir movement struck a chord Her head throbbed so relentlesslyAs she kept her midnight watchShe took her analgesic pillsAnd she chased them down with scotch She fell asleep shortly after threeBut her husband never returnedHer children woke her in the morningAfter all the kindling had burned They decided to search the entire groundsAround the cabin and the lakeDetermined to find the missing onesTheir grief and fear kept them awake As the group reached the pierThey saw the monster againIt raised its ugly headAnd scared the little children Their mother tried hard to protect themShe brandished a hatchet at the thingShe hit the creature on its shoulderBefore it dourly began sinking Blood poured from the gaping woundAs the monster howled in painIt lunged forward clumsilyAnd looked at them with disdain After the beast sank below the surfaceThey searched for the rest of the dayThey encountered their father and brotherAnd carried their bodies away They drove home the morning afterAnd held a funeral serviceThere was an investigationInto the monster that caused this The lake was swept completelyThis lasted till the end of autumnThe police found the creatureThe beast was lying at the bottom The family never recoveredFrom the pain of their heartacheNo one could forget the horrorOf the creature from the lake [February 5, 2012] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boots Posted September 10, 2017 Share Posted September 10, 2017 FALL FROM GRACE He was once a man of promiseThey saw a bright future in his eyesHe would have made a great leaderHis entire career was on the rise Then he was involved in a scandalThere was no end in sightIt was impossible to amendNo way to make it right He exercised poor judgmentIt was obvious he crossed the lineHe violated the codeEventually he had to resign Everyone shunned him far and wideAnd his life became more grimHis woes got progressively worseHis wife and children left him People ridiculed him on the streetChildren threw garbage at his headOne day he began to wonderIf he would be better off dead His situation became hopelessThere was just nothing he could doHe couldn't run away from his pastHis unsuccessful little coup The postman always came to visitBefore noon almost everydayHe saw the mail accumulatingAnd he smelled the scent of decay Then he called up the authoritiesThey appeared rapidly on the sceneThey opened the door with a crow barIn their most authoritative mien They were overcome by the stenchTheir canines led them to the sourceThey found many prescription drugsAnd a petition for divorce The dogs ran up the staircaseAttracted by the smell of fleshThey stopped beside the bathtubThe death was relatively fresh His bloody cadaver dangled from the showerThey found his note on a shelfBut he committed political suicideLong before he hung himself There was no funeral for himHe was cremated in a secret placeThey never forgave his misdeedsThe catastrophic day he fell from grace [February 20, 2012] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boots Posted September 10, 2017 Share Posted September 10, 2017 WOLVES IN PERIL Officials sought to manage wolvesThose animals were always fearedThey were hunted so intenselyUntil most of them disappeared Many years after the slaughterThey returned from the brinkTheir extinction was avoidedAnd there was blood to drink They swelled to seven thousandThen they outnumbered the caribouThey fed off the deer and mooseAnd they preyed on the bighorn sheep too They were sly and adept at huntingCousins of the domestic dogThey could run faster than any manAnd could see through the densest fog They were often stereotypedAs killers with no conscienceFarmers had their names for the wolvesTo them the culling made sense Many wolves were misunderstoodThey were very social creaturesWho loved their parents and siblingsAnd had slightly human features No one saw the good in wolvesWhether they were gray or whiteThey were hated and huntedAn attempt to makes things right When the petroleum was discoveredThe wolves were poisoned with leadIt was an unending, vicious cycleTill the last of them was dead [March 17, 2012] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boots Posted September 10, 2017 Share Posted September 10, 2017 THE CREEPY CRAWLIES Stephen looked out his windowOn a long hot summer nightAt the time of the SolsticeThe great sun was burning bright The crickets were chirping loudlyLike they had a story to tellThe toads were croaking playfullyUnder the windchime carousel Stephen's mum tucked him inAfter she read him Dr. SeussIt was a facetious taleAbout a fox on the loose She pulled the covers over himAnd she shut his closet doorThen she drew the Venetian blindsAnd picked his toys from the floor After his mum had gone outStephen sucked on his little thumbIt was his nightly habitHe always hid it from his mum Stephen later closed his eyesAnd then he began to dreamBut the monsters came to himThey advanced and made him scream They were the creepy crawliesWho journeyed into his bedThey latched onto his brown bearThey wanted his teddy dead The creepy crawlies were uglyThey left oily black souvenirsStephen squirmed under their powerBecause he was reduced to tears Their slimy black bodies grewAnd they grabbed his legs and armsThey slithered around his mouthHis screams were muffled alarms The creepy crawlies invadedBut his mum couldn't hear himHis plight seemed hopeless and finalAnd no defence was near him Then the door opened gentlyStephen's father had returnedHe had flown back from LondonWhere the Olympic flame burned The creepy crawlies slithered awayThey became little specks of dustThen Stephen went back to sleep againAs a rambunctious young lad must [June 25, 2012] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boots Posted September 10, 2017 Share Posted September 10, 2017 WHEN A CHILD DIES When a child diesIt's like the closing of a doorThe sun will riseBut never as it did before The grief is abysmalA gap beyond repairAn ache so eternalA parent's worst nightmare When a child diesHis folks try to be braveThey hear his criesFrom far beyond the grave The child who is lostWill return to them neverTheir hearts skip a beatAnd are broken forever When a child diesThe angels in heaven weepA dark cloud liesIn the valley where they sleep The playground is emptierThe toys lie ominously stillThe mood is bleak and sombreA void that money cannot fill When a child diesLives are drastically changedThey forge new tiesAs platitudes are exchanged The future lies in ruinsIt falls apart at the seamsThe death of a child bringsAn end to whimsical dreams When a child diesHe assumes an immortal formHis whole clan triesTo weather the turbulent storm Loss yields sorrow and despairTears in their eyesThe earth shifts off its axisWhen a child dies [July 14, 2012] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boots Posted September 10, 2017 Share Posted September 10, 2017 THE MATADOR He reigned over his peopleThe master of his universeThe king of his dominionHe won every coveted purse His hat was lined with satinAnd his boots were as black as coalHis eyes were dark and charmingHis voice was music to the soul His red kerchief was tiedIn a knot around his waistLike an elite athleteHe had an expensive taste He was impossibly handsomeHis presence was electrifyingHis curly brown hair framed his faceThe women found him mystifying The matador never lostHe ruled over the bullHis cape billowed behind himFine black and silver wool He prepared for his battleWith zeal and confidenceHe was a passionate manOf strong will and persistence The matador met his matchIn a foe that was full grownThe bull was so enormousHe had a mind of his own The bull was overtakingThe tall dark matadorA defeat so heartbreakingIt pierced him to the core The angry beast rushed forwardHe was a brute like none beforeWith long horns as sharp as knivesThe bull impaled the matador And as he lay dyingThe stalwart black and silver knightHe lunged at the creatureHe wouldn't go down without a fight [August 25, 2012] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boots Posted September 10, 2017 Share Posted September 10, 2017 AMNESIA The club was called AmnesiaThough nobody knew whyIt used to be an old innOwned by an English guy The place where no one knew your nameBecause they just couldn't rememberIt catered to all kinds of fiendsFrom January to December People flocked there every weekThey couldn't recall anymoreEven if they'd seen each otherIn the exact same place before It became the destinationFor the youths of the townAttracted by the live musicThey couldn't be tied down Then the club grew dangerousWith its Saturday night fightsThe kids were wild and restlessThey partied under the lights They drank beer and wine coolersTequila and sex on the beachThey did lines in the bathroomOrgies were always within reach Spirits were imbibed thereAnd spirits haunted the placeThey were mostly friendlyOften one would show its face Vampires dropped in from time to timeTo fulfill their dark fantasiesAnd sometimes they drank from the kidsThen they erased their memories What happened at AmnesiaWould be forgotten the next dayThe teens went on with their livesTheir recollections were wiped away They couldn't remember who they'd metThough they went there oftenThey would revisit it the next weekAnd start over again [september 7, 2012] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boots Posted September 10, 2017 Share Posted September 10, 2017 THE NIGHTINGALE The nightingale spreads his wings;His mating call invades the night.He surveys his surroundingsFor a partner to share his plight. He sings a pensive, tragic song,His heart and soul full of woe.He finds a female who is strong;They breed while the zephyrs blow. Then an evil poacher comes along;He aims straight at the nightingale.There is panic infused in his song;His mate tries to defend her male. He serenades her with his last breath;She builds him a shrine after his death. [september 13, 2012] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boots Posted September 10, 2017 Share Posted September 10, 2017 THE PHANTOM HARLOT The wandering man stumbled into townIn a jet black Mercedes BenzHe needed to put affairs in orderTo say goodbye to his friends He spied a pale raven-haired beautyShe wore a black dress and capeHer gossamer stockings clung tightlyThey greatly enhanced her shape She walked to the end of a sidewalkAs the street lamp lit up her faceThere was an ethereal tone about herThis woman of uncommon grace She appeared to be waiting for someoneBut he approached her neverthelessHe desired to endear himself to herWith heartbeats that were relentless He introduced himself to herAs a lonely wandering manShe said her name was LoreleiAnd was visiting from Spokane He asked for her companyBut she told him she had a priceHe could love her for the nightFor a somewhat small sacrifice He slipped her several dozen billsAnd walked her to his carThen he drove her to his hotel roomWhich wasn't very far He received everything he wantedHis curiosity would never tireThe phantom harlot was his servantLorelei fulfilled his heart's desire Then shortly after midnightHe feel asleep right in her armsPowerless under her spellA slave to her erotic charms He woke up the morning afterA couple hours past dawnAnd found himself alone againThe phantom harlot was gone He decided to take a showerThen he put on an elegant suitHe washed away the previous nightBefore the memories could take root As he approached the foreboding doorHe found a note on his tableThe handwriting was obviously hersThe script was unmistakable She said she wouldn't forget himAnd did it for his peace of mindShe hadn't the heart to take his billsHer words were comforting and kind Underneath the note lay his moneyReturned to him just as the note declaredSo he replaced it in his walletAn ending for which he wasn't prepared He locked up the room two minutes laterApproaching autumn ushered in his fallHe thought of her when he died of cancerThe phantom wasn't a harlot at all Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boots Posted September 10, 2017 Share Posted September 10, 2017 CEMETERY DANCE The omnipotent glow of the moonlightPervades the dark Gothic atmosphereThe ubiquitous fragrance of decayAttracts the spectres that dwell near Headstones move from their stationsThe earth quivers underneathCoffin lids flutter openSkeletons rattle their teeth Ravens fly over the groundsIn the fray they like to diveThey call out in unisonWhen the graveyard comes alive The spirits dance around in circlesWeaving in and out of the mausoleumsStone angels supervise the mayhemLike stolid fixtures in wax museums Corpses traipse across the graveyardSpirits wander in a rowApparitions waltz in tandemSince they have no place to go Ghosts do pirouettes and pas de deuxLike dancers in a classical balletThey sashay between the gazebosSinging ballads and dirges as they sway Sorcerers gather beside the fountainsThey concoct mysterious potionsThe wizards summon poisonous serpentsThey uncover secret notions Zombies prance beside the tombsDemons tap dance on the gravesBats fly into the maelstromMingling with the ghastly knaves Wolves howl into the distanceThey scramble to find their preyBlack cats tiptoe in their midstLike children they come out to play The burial ground grows wildThe dead are never aloneIn the thick of the nightThey have a life of their own Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boots Posted September 10, 2017 Share Posted September 10, 2017 FLESH AND BLOOD Though he is a tower of strengthHe comes from the school of hard knocksHis family is long distanceHis personal life on the rocks He made many sacrificesAnd learned the value of hard workHe stopped playing video gamesAlthough his friends called him a jerk He left his island homeAnd settled in a new cityBut he never forgotHis kinsmen across the sea He accomplished his many goalsAnd surpassed expectationsYet he is destined for much moreLike the United Nations He is not just flesh and bloodHe is a pillar of humanityHe lifts up his fellow manThose on the brink of insanity He is not just an athleteHe is a role model and sonHe inspires youth to greatnessAnd brings goodwill to everyone He can't please everybodyThen again, no one else couldEven good guys have bad daysThey cope with loss like they should He glides across the iceWith much grace and precisionHe consults his teammatesFor each crucial decision He is always a heroWhether he wins or losesHe gives a hundred percentNo matter what he chooses A "C" is embroidered lovinglyOn the left side of his chestHe is a credit to the black jerseyHe is the best of the best Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boots Posted September 10, 2017 Share Posted September 10, 2017 JOURNEY THROUGH HELL Marcello searched for a refugeThat would make his burdens lighterHe needed some inspirationHe worked as a travel writer After many hours of reflectionHe decided to book a cruiseIt would send him to BermudaHe felt he had nothing to lose The ocean liner left its portBeside the sunny Florida coastIt sailed through the CaribbeanIt floated silently like a ghost The ship encountered a whirlpoolAnd it veered at a treacherous angleThe Captain's First Mate lost the wheelAs they entered the Devil's Triangle The craft spiraled around in circlesIt would never enter the coast againMarcello fluttered across the deckHe clung to the mast with the other men They were pulled down violentlyThrough an ominous watery abyssThe ship was torn asunderEntangled in the throes of Satan's kiss Marcello was ripped from his perchAnd the battered ship was left behindHe was thrown into a cavernAlone, bereft, and out of his mind Then he woke up the following dayHe lay inside a dark granite cellA hairy black demon approached himHe said, "Welcome to Hell. All is well." How on earth did I arrive here?Marcello thought inside his headHis pleasure cruise had gone awryAll in all, he wished he was dead He called out to the hairy fiendHe desired to meet his MasterThe one the Metal Gods sang ofThe one who caused the disaster The monster picked him off the floorHe introduced himself as LanceMarcello put his faith in himHe was willing to take that chance Lance took him to a fiery riverAnd they boarded a rotting canoeThe fiend gave two coins to the ferrymanA skeleton with eyes of dark hue They sailed to a wretched islandFull of vermin, rocks, and weedsThere was no one to complain toNo one to care for his needs They came to a boiling swampThere lived a killer stingrayLance jumped over the chaosThen Marcello found a way They encountered an ancient CovenA dozen witches with a curseThe sorcerers hissed at MarcelloThey made his ordeal even worse Lance threw a ball of fireAnd it burned out the witches' eyesThey screamed in agonyLike the wails of a man who dies There was wilderness around themThey walked through puddles of mudThen they entered an old bone yardIt was filled with drops of blood "How much further was the journey?"Marcello asked his demon guide"Still many miles to go," Lance said"The passage is both long and wide" They climbed a rocky mountainIt was a ragged, awkward slopeMarcello perspired profuselyHe was at the end of his rope Then they came to a log cabinAt the top of the dark mountainThere lived a nest of vampiresWho drank from a crimson fountain The bloodsuckers looked excitedAfter they spotted their human preyThey telegraphed their hungerBut Lance and Marcello ran away They scurried like rodents in the woodsAnd they discovered a canvas tentMarcello convinced his guide to stopBecause their energy had been spent They took a respite by the tentThe fiend rolled an herbal jointUnaware of the wraiths at nightThe pair were robbed at knife point They fled to an abandoned hovelIt was on the edge of a cliffTwo dictators kept them companyThe bodies were decayed and stiff Then they settled down for the nightAnd they slept on a dirty hard floorHell had no hotels or mansionsThere were no luxuries anymore They arose to a new dawnThe sky was still black as nightThey could not tell dusk from dayHell never let in the light It was time to meet the MasterMarcello felt his hands shakingHe still hoped he could escape HellHis soul was not for the taking Lance threw the tyrants off the cliffAnd returned to being a guideMarcello thought to shine his shoesHe still possessed an ounce of pride They walked briskly down a pathThat was littered with legs and armsLost souls groaned in miseryThere were no elves or lucky charms At last they came to a cryptAnd Lance held his palm to the doorIt opened as he touched itThen they walked over a stone floor There were blazing torches in sconcesKnights in black armor guarded the hallsMarcello trembled in bleak horrorAs serpents swam in the waterfalls They arrived at the end of the cryptAnd they beheld a being with hornsSeated on top of a marble throneHe was flanked by two black unicorns He called Marcello by his nameHis history was already knownSatan knew his predicamentHe desired to make him his own But Marcello was very unwillingHe insisted there was a mistakeHe belonged in the land of the livingHis body and soul were not to take What was the doomed mortal thinkingWhen he challenged the powers that be?It was insubordinationSatan enforced his authority But Marcello planned an escapeHe mounted the nearest unicornHe charged in the face of SatanAnd in a flash, the Devil was torn He forced his way out of the cryptAnd left his guide behindHe rode through the valleys of HellIn a wild state of mind He overtook the dark ferrymanAnd he crossed the murky riverHe wondered how he would return homeThe conundrum made him quiver He figured out another planWhen he came upon the granite cellHe found a new inhabitantHe said, "Welcome to Hell. All is well." He punched and kicked the stone wallsThen they gradually gave wayHe floated in an oceanThe same one from that fateful day He was discovered by a pirate shipBefore he drowned in the deep waterThey ferried him to the Florida coastSo ended the Triangle slaughter Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boots Posted September 10, 2017 Share Posted September 10, 2017 VIRGINIA Virginia went down to the riverAt the end of a long hard dayIt was her final Voyage Out of townAfter a life of disarrayShe had a room of her ownWhere she found inspirationStarted a revolutionAnd rose above her stationVirginia loved men and womenShe took her secrets to her graveA feminist and a modernistShe wouldn't be told how to behaveShe led a life of fecundityHer moods were like Night and DayShe created works of brillianceAnd helped Eliot find his wayShe hoped to meet her familyTo join her sister and her motherThey made their new home in HeavenWith her father and her brotherShe lined her pockets with stonesAnd she put on her overcoatShe left her hat in its boxBeside the Diaries she wroteVirginia went down to the riverShe had to keep her demons at bayShe treaded the water resolutelyUntil The Waves carried her away Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boots Posted September 10, 2017 Share Posted September 10, 2017 LEVIATHAN James sailed his catamaranInto the midnight blue seaBut he was not prepared forThe worst fiend in history It was a demon serpentWith many scales sharp as knivesIt had seven ugly headsWhich had taken many lives Sailors called it the LeviathanLike the Crown Prince of HellIts fiery breath made the water boilAnd it was foul as well Its eyes lit up like firefliesThey illuminated the oceanIt was mighty and fearlessIts unleashed wrath caused a commotion James tried to flee disasterHe headed to the SouthBut he could not escape itThe strength of the Hellmouth The creature was like an ogreIt had a heart of stoneEven the sharpest arrowsWould never pierce its bone Its chest was bullet proofIt could never be penetratedIts teeth cut like diamondsAs the waters of Chaos abated Lost in the dark, dangerous abyssHe was martyred as James the BraveAfter the Leviathan smote himHe retired to his hallowed grave Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boots Posted September 10, 2017 Share Posted September 10, 2017 APOCALYPSE Four horsemen and seven sealsIn the time of ArmageddonWhen we reach the end of daysWe absorb the final lesson There is nowhere to runAnd there is nowhere to hideThe truth overwhelms usThe reason the savior died The white horseman is ConquestVictory in dire straitsRiding with a bow and crownHe has good and evil traits The red horseman is called WarHis coat is a fiery redLike blood spilled in a battleA memorial to the dead The black horseman is for FamineHe possesses a pair of scalesNo bread to supplement our wineReminder of the crop that fails The pale horseman channels DeathNo one will ever transcendHe cannot be defeatedWhen this world reaches its end Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boots Posted September 10, 2017 Share Posted September 10, 2017 RIDDLE OF THE SPHINX She has the head of a womanAnd the body of a lionessA set of wings like an eagleA serpent's tail of wickedness She is a malevolent demonWho brings misfortune and destructionShe guards the entrance to ThebesHer beastly form is an obstruction She beckons innocent travelersAnd poses her impossible riddlesHer mystique is deadly hypnoticLike an old Maritimer's fiddles She asks the many passers-byOf the creature who has four limbsTwo of them vanish at noondayThen a third as the daylight dims She strangles and eats the simple folkHer tail flails like an octopusNo one deciphers the enigmaExcept the fearless Oedipus He knows the answer must be a manAs a baby, his four limbs crawlHe walks on two legs as an adultIn old age, his cane stops his fall Some days there is another questionA second riddle for men to solveThe dim are hauled into her stomachWhere their intestines quickly dissolve Two sisters are in a cabalOne gives birth to the otherThe other gives birth to the firstShe is her sister's mother There is only one solutionNight and day, they merge as one breathOedipus overthrows the SphinxFrom a rock, she falls to her death Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boots Posted September 10, 2017 Share Posted September 10, 2017 GUINEVERE She was a fair-haired maidenThe child of LeodegranceBetrothed to young King ArthurAnd bound by circumstance The Irish invented a monikerShe was the White EnchantressGuinevere was a legend in her timeWith her crown and Roman dress Some said her hair was tawnyShe was a beautiful sightWhile married to her ArthurShe fell for a tall, dark knight He was the brave Sir LancelotThe chief knight of the Round TableHe hunted for the Holy GrailAnd played the prince of the fable Guinevere was seduced by LancelotHe was King Arthur's right hand manHis allure was charming and chivalrousShe was an impulsive woman Then she was kidnapped at GlastonburyHer wounds were deep and rawKing Arthur sought her for an entire yearLove was her fatal flaw She had an affair of the heartSome labeled it adulteryShe fell in the arms of MordredHer death remains a mystery Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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