Submissions by neo128
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
30th Jul 2015 4:18pm
30th Jul 2015 4:18pm
The Harbinger
He is the crier from the outer dark,
As set forth in the ancient text.
Despair not of his message but
The storm, which follows next.
He hath hurled down solemn strictures
And dread powers are sorely vexed.
He maketh signs and prophecies
As was, long ago, predicted!
Turn away your gaze from his
Or be, likewise, afflicted.
He speaketh vile blasphemies—
Standing, by his tongue, convicted.
“You require of me love, which must
Through violence be enforced!
You offer me dark doctrines that
Give death if not...
As set forth in the ancient text.
Despair not of his message but
The storm, which follows next.
He hath hurled down solemn strictures
And dread powers are sorely vexed.
He maketh signs and prophecies
As was, long ago, predicted!
Turn away your gaze from his
Or be, likewise, afflicted.
He speaketh vile blasphemies—
Standing, by his tongue, convicted.
“You require of me love, which must
Through violence be enforced!
You offer me dark doctrines that
Give death if not...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Jul 2015 10:00pm
29th Jul 2015 10:00pm
The Mind's Eye of the Beholder
I have special gifts, but I'm misunderstood
(It’s whispered I’m mad as a hatter).
That's because, when I choose, I'm a wisp of smoke;
A thin tendril of tenuous matter.
Sometimes, I'm a two dimensional plane,
Like a steam-rollered cat, only flatter.
I can be a glass sphere, full of poisonous gas,
Contemplating a reason to shatter,
Or a hot detonator on a hydrogen warhead
(Think lit cherry bomb—only fatter).
Today, I'm the link between monkey and man,
I don’t know if I’ll talk or I’ll chatter.
I just...
(It’s whispered I’m mad as a hatter).
That's because, when I choose, I'm a wisp of smoke;
A thin tendril of tenuous matter.
Sometimes, I'm a two dimensional plane,
Like a steam-rollered cat, only flatter.
I can be a glass sphere, full of poisonous gas,
Contemplating a reason to shatter,
Or a hot detonator on a hydrogen warhead
(Think lit cherry bomb—only fatter).
Today, I'm the link between monkey and man,
I don’t know if I’ll talk or I’ll chatter.
I just...
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STORY POEM
Published
29th Jul 2015 6:52pm
29th Jul 2015 6:52pm
A Cautionary Tale
A wayward youth went slumming
In a dark, foreboding land,
Where evil winked at passersby,
Yet incurred no reprimand.
He came upon a barren road,
Upon which stood a sign,
Reading, “Trod me not, if ye be a fool.
All others will be just fine.”
The youth eyed the sign suspiciously
(It was painted day-glow coral).
“It looks like this,” the delinquent mused,
“Is a story with a moral.”
A one-eyed owl called to him
From a black and baleful tree.
“I’d go no further,” the owl moaned,
“Stranger, if I were...
In a dark, foreboding land,
Where evil winked at passersby,
Yet incurred no reprimand.
He came upon a barren road,
Upon which stood a sign,
Reading, “Trod me not, if ye be a fool.
All others will be just fine.”
The youth eyed the sign suspiciously
(It was painted day-glow coral).
“It looks like this,” the delinquent mused,
“Is a story with a moral.”
A one-eyed owl called to him
From a black and baleful tree.
“I’d go no further,” the owl moaned,
“Stranger, if I were...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jul 2015 8:22pm
28th Jul 2015 8:22pm
Tomoe Gozen
She sits alone in the darkness,
Her face awash with tears;
Not from worry or misgivings.
Her heart endures no fears.
This night is the eve of battle;
She will command the host.
By unanimous acclamation,
She took her fallen husband's post.
Her army will engulf the foe
Like a cruel, relentless, flood.
The sacred earth will run dark red
With her adversaries' blood.
Still, quietly, she sits and weeps
Though victory's doubt is nil. ...
Her face awash with tears;
Not from worry or misgivings.
Her heart endures no fears.
This night is the eve of battle;
She will command the host.
By unanimous acclamation,
She took her fallen husband's post.
Her army will engulf the foe
Like a cruel, relentless, flood.
The sacred earth will run dark red
With her adversaries' blood.
Still, quietly, she sits and weeps
Though victory's doubt is nil. ...
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Jul 2015 5:19pm
28th Jul 2015 5:19pm
Beginning of the End of Days
Exquisite nymph! Forgive me.
If my approach defies convention;
Your delightfully nubile aspects
Have commanded my attention.”
“May we, my darkly lovely lass,
Skip formal introduction?
I merely wish to hone my skills
In the cold art of seduction.”
“I can clearly see you’re new here;
A fresh cog in our machine
(I jump to no conclusions, dear—
Your aura smells too clean).”
“I‘ve the morals of a centaur,
And an aim as sure as death.
The witch-king cursed me a thousand times
(Not bad...
If my approach defies convention;
Your delightfully nubile aspects
Have commanded my attention.”
“May we, my darkly lovely lass,
Skip formal introduction?
I merely wish to hone my skills
In the cold art of seduction.”
“I can clearly see you’re new here;
A fresh cog in our machine
(I jump to no conclusions, dear—
Your aura smells too clean).”
“I‘ve the morals of a centaur,
And an aim as sure as death.
The witch-king cursed me a thousand times
(Not bad...
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