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black Mariah
gather round the last burning candle, you midnight
poets. we’ll exchange the sordid secrets of our miserable
lives. if you think you were dealt a dirtier hand than mine,
turn up your hole card, I will match you. you can kiss your
nickels goodbye, because mine is always the queen of
spades: black Mariah. she never surrenders, & she takes
no prisoners.
sometimes the long bleak highway gets so lonesome, I
would settle for being back in my mother’s house, where
my sister made me wear a muzzle if I whimpered during
the night.
I’ve cried the hollow hours of darkness in Gethsemane’s
garden, kneeling before the rock of Antigone (‘you would
have been happier, happier if you never knew me.’)
I’ve walked the last mile from here to Jericho, trailing
behind the rags of Jesus, as he was scorned & beaten.
I’ve tasted his sweat & blood, & I’ve felt the weight of
the mighty oaken cross.
each oasis runs dry in the desert of my wandering, & no
light breaches the deep caves of my agony. I have learned
the intimacies of passion in a brothel of blind prostitutes,
where the most hideous men were serviced.
in my darkest dream, there are no stars, & I am immured
by the heart of a black Mariah lover.
even you, even you leave me lonely…
(Art: Lui Liu)
Published 20th Oct 2015
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20th Oct 2015 7:39pm
John love this bleak dark love poem..
just the mood I'm in today..
these lines really spoke to me..
"gather round the last burning candle, you midnight
poets. we’ll exchange the sordid secrets of our miserable
lives. if you think you were dealt a dirtier hand than mine,
turn up your hole card, I will match you. you can kiss your
nickels goodbye, because mine is always the queen of
spades: black Mariah. she never surrenders, & she takes
no prisoners."
masterful inking Sir..
love Crim
just the mood I'm in today..
these lines really spoke to me..
"gather round the last burning candle, you midnight
poets. we’ll exchange the sordid secrets of our miserable
lives. if you think you were dealt a dirtier hand than mine,
turn up your hole card, I will match you. you can kiss your
nickels goodbye, because mine is always the queen of
spades: black Mariah. she never surrenders, & she takes
no prisoners."
masterful inking Sir..
love Crim
20th Oct 2015 8:40pm
"each oasis runs dry in the desert of my wandering, & no
light breaches the deep caves of my agony."
~deep and darkly.. this un'fulfillment..
passing the wee bottle to you 'round the campfire.. a damn fine tale, SirJ..
powerful onsets of remembrance at your words. a touching lonesome write.
with shiny eyes..and curtsy,
~d
light breaches the deep caves of my agony."
~deep and darkly.. this un'fulfillment..
passing the wee bottle to you 'round the campfire.. a damn fine tale, SirJ..
powerful onsets of remembrance at your words. a touching lonesome write.
with shiny eyes..and curtsy,
~d
20th Oct 2015 8:43pm
I believe you once said in another poem that you're born to be alone. Solitude can be a burden or a curse. It can be a blessing if those long stretches provide time for this kind of work. Amazing!
20th Oct 2015 8:51pm
20th Oct 2015 9:38pm
The ballad of loneliness has been sung throughout time
by men and women who cannot be tangibly sated.
by men and women who cannot be tangibly sated.
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21st Oct 2015 2:17am
JohnFeddeler … such a powerful ink … darker than black … this one I have to return to, as I do most of your writing … to think about it and let it sink in a bit …
21st Oct 2015 2:18pm
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22nd Oct 2015 4:02pm
"gather round the last burning candle, you midnight
poets. we’ll exchange the sordid secrets of our miserable
lives." . . . - Insanely brilliant! The ancient façade loves to peer through the wounded heart. I'm deeply enthralled by your poetic magnitude. Presses the poets words between the pages of poetic greatness, - blue angel
poets. we’ll exchange the sordid secrets of our miserable
lives." . . . - Insanely brilliant! The ancient façade loves to peer through the wounded heart. I'm deeply enthralled by your poetic magnitude. Presses the poets words between the pages of poetic greatness, - blue angel
made me think of a vixen with serious card playing skills whose schemes of seduction are ascertained to late to stop the break of a heart. Sting's "Shape Of My Heart" comes to mind
23rd Oct 2015 1:51pm
Dark beauty at its best sir. As always I bow to you Mr Feddeler. You are truly a master poet darlin
24th Oct 2015 6:05pm
The darkness often provides its own peculiar kind of comfort... This is more than a poem, it's an inverted epiphany.
Anonymous
28th Oct 2015 9:25am
...this is a splendid poem or i agree more of a ballad...the stunningly dark imagery
captures the heart's lament..this was a pleasure to read, with its lyrical fluidity.
thank you for sharing ~ miss. barrie
captures the heart's lament..this was a pleasure to read, with its lyrical fluidity.
thank you for sharing ~ miss. barrie
7th Jul 2016 6:41am
