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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Been writing for years. I love raw humor or dark. At times I overcook my words but that's what I do. The dark cannot hurt you unless you are drowning in emotions.
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2023 6:39pm
23rd Oct 2023 6:39pm
...wi' a stench o' haggis
Yesterday's pale, noo dead
playing gigolo tae worms
in silence sinking intae gravity
dim light among th' bones
without comfort 'n' peace
in th' glen, o' auld lang syne
wi' a stench o' haggis
playing gigolo tae worms
in silence sinking intae gravity
dim light among th' bones
without comfort 'n' peace
in th' glen, o' auld lang syne
wi' a stench o' haggis
#dark
190 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2023 8:11pm
22nd Oct 2023 8:11pm
Splatterpunk of Dark's Embryo
Welcome to my hysteria
ratcheting up my decaying cock
a splatterpunk of dark's embryo
from beneath the satin sheets
neither fantasy nor memories
where the pharmacist creeps
connecting dots of insanity
within my head's fondue
held on by a string
of a twilight marionette
lip-syncing from the labia majora
a splatterpunk of dark's embryo
ratcheting up my decaying cock
a splatterpunk of dark's embryo
from beneath the satin sheets
neither fantasy nor memories
where the pharmacist creeps
connecting dots of insanity
within my head's fondue
held on by a string
of a twilight marionette
lip-syncing from the labia majora
a splatterpunk of dark's embryo
#dark
#erotic
197 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Oct 2023 7:35pm
18th Oct 2023 7:35pm
Off With the Chapeau
With the death of the hat and things like that
from the Renaissance and my poem-eating moth
just me and my putty knife and mascara wheel
a smile and a pale shade of blue-gray pigmentation
when it just as well could have been latex
two fingers of schnapps, off with the chapeau
from the Renaissance and my poem-eating moth
just me and my putty knife and mascara wheel
a smile and a pale shade of blue-gray pigmentation
when it just as well could have been latex
two fingers of schnapps, off with the chapeau
#dark
138 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Oct 2023 6:26pm
15th Oct 2023 6:26pm
Heartthrobs
With a brush of my imagination for heartthrobs
on the long slide of my quill's dark hypotenuse
of kindling rose from a garden of petrified stones
kicking up old thorns from corpses' infatuations
whispering cold nocturnes of immortal ghosts
bringing home cleaves of pumpkin eyes
from my mind's old porkpie and slaved socks
with a brush of my imagination for heartthrobs
on the long slide of my quill's dark hypotenuse
of kindling rose from a garden of petrified stones
kicking up old thorns from corpses' infatuations
whispering cold nocturnes of immortal ghosts
bringing home cleaves of pumpkin eyes
from my mind's old porkpie and slaved socks
with a brush of my imagination for heartthrobs
#dark
182 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Oct 2023 5:32pm
9th Oct 2023 5:32pm
’O Sole, ’O Sole Mio
Listening as the narcissistic crickets play cello
death takes a holiday, ’o sole, ’o sole mio
beneath the dark moon's ensemble parasol
of lost souls among the ashes of quasi-solo
and the dead parts inside the naked walls
lusting for the widow, ’o sole, ’o sole mio
a recital devouring its prey at nature's will
listening as the narcissistic crickets play cello
death takes a holiday, ’o sole, ’o sole mio
beneath the dark moon's ensemble parasol
of lost souls among the ashes of quasi-solo
and the dead parts inside the naked walls
lusting for the widow, ’o sole, ’o sole mio
a recital devouring its prey at nature's will
listening as the narcissistic crickets play cello
#dark
200 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Oct 2023 7:22pm
8th Oct 2023 7:22pm
Sans Goodnight
Times have come, sans goodnight
gone the Psalms, no twilight
now a stranger in my house
no echos or shadows to shout
only death about in a zoot suit
and a flapper to flout
gone the Psalms, no twilight
returning to dust
scattering the ashes
times have come, sans goodnight
gone the Psalms, no twilight
now a stranger in my house
no echos or shadows to shout
only death about in a zoot suit
and a flapper to flout
gone the Psalms, no twilight
returning to dust
scattering the ashes
times have come, sans goodnight
#dark
189 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Oct 2023 5:11pm
6th Oct 2023 5:11pm
I tawt I taw a puddy tat
Bordering hyperbole songs Mom sang to me
in a sarcastic menagerie without a cuttlebone
with no Nightingale to hear my Mom sing
"I tawt I taw a puddy tat"
from the coffin where she laid down to sleep
rocking my cradle of a canary saying pease
bordering hyperbole songs Mom sang to me
ain't it funny how cream scrapes off the whey
"I tawt I taw a puddy tat"
in a sarcastic menagerie without a cuttlebone
with no Nightingale to hear my Mom sing
"I tawt I taw a puddy tat"
from the coffin where she laid down to sleep
rocking my cradle of a canary saying pease
bordering hyperbole songs Mom sang to me
ain't it funny how cream scrapes off the whey
"I tawt I taw a puddy tat"
#philosophical
144 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Oct 2023 11:16pm
5th Oct 2023 11:16pm
Putting Cricket to Bed
With the relics of my quill's bib
a thorn of dark quill
and squeaking old bone spurs
putting my cricket to bed
with a hood over its head
but it ain't over until it splash
haunting my chamber pot
until it softens where it bled
Little Quigley has no remorse
putting my cricket to bed
with a fond adieu
a thorn of dark quill
and squeaking old bone spurs
putting my cricket to bed
with a hood over its head
but it ain't over until it splash
haunting my chamber pot
until it softens where it bled
Little Quigley has no remorse
putting my cricket to bed
with a fond adieu
#dark
155 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Oct 2023 4:54pm
4th Oct 2023 4:54pm
Twilight Dark Flambé
#dark
#erotic
#BDSM
212 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2023 3:26pm
3rd Oct 2023 3:26pm
Zombie Bonsai Sayonara
From the mind's dark moon's crotchety
Zombie Bonsai unveiling my madness
eating my fingers of poached bones
straight out of Saipan in a dark saree
running out tongue-stirring Hibachi
in unchartered insomnia's sake
beneath hands and upturned breasts
of the cold moon's aorta hemorrhaging,
sayonara from the grave's halitosis
Zombie Bonsai unveiling my madness
eating my fingers of poached bones
straight out of Saipan in a dark saree
running out tongue-stirring Hibachi
in unchartered insomnia's sake
beneath hands and upturned breasts
of the cold moon's aorta hemorrhaging,
sayonara from the grave's halitosis
#dark
#erotic
180 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Sep 2023 10:19pm
26th Sep 2023 10:19pm
Welcome to Your Enchilada
Bienvenida a tu enchilada, welcome to your
enchilada. Deep eyes into your erotic soul lay down
with me your scintilla from the rust of twilight into
infinity. Smooth as the ambiance of a rose petal's
flower lusting the alchemy of a breath's silent
whisper. Before the spade exhumes yesterday's flesh
with the metamorphosis of, Vampira.
enchilada. Deep eyes into your erotic soul lay down
with me your scintilla from the rust of twilight into
infinity. Smooth as the ambiance of a rose petal's
flower lusting the alchemy of a breath's silent
whisper. Before the spade exhumes yesterday's flesh
with the metamorphosis of, Vampira.
#erotic
185 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Sep 2023 5:11pm
25th Sep 2023 5:11pm
Dum Dums
In my Dum Dums years
with patches of Calamine lotion
wearing Buster Brown shoes
and a Bandaid for a knee
with a pocketful of pops
and yo-yo on a string
pollen making me sneeze
potluck for dinner
avocados are a bummer
little sister wants a squeeze
test patterns on TV I can't read
with a piece of clay named Gumby
no time for Greensleeves
in my Dum Dums years
when I was called Hennie
and pops were a penny
Dad got a hernia
Mom got a crockpot
Granny got...
with patches of Calamine lotion
wearing Buster Brown shoes
and a Bandaid for a knee
with a pocketful of pops
and yo-yo on a string
pollen making me sneeze
potluck for dinner
avocados are a bummer
little sister wants a squeeze
test patterns on TV I can't read
with a piece of clay named Gumby
no time for Greensleeves
in my Dum Dums years
when I was called Hennie
and pops were a penny
Dad got a hernia
Mom got a crockpot
Granny got...
#philosophical
187 reads
4 Comments
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