Long Poems About Stephen King
#StephenKing
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
24th Aug 2017 7:35pm
24th Aug 2017 7:35pm
[ SK ] What Are The Odds?
Psychiatrists ... pffffft!
They think they know everything!
Nora was no exception
We waste lifetimes running away
from this and that personal demon
Although some do catch up to us
---that's when ...
One day you're asleep
dreaming; next, on your back
screaming, handcuffed to the bed
Hubby's door-nail dead
What are the odds of this
happening?
God's bent on being so cruel...
They think they know everything!
Nora was no exception
We waste lifetimes running away
from this and that personal demon
Although some do catch up to us
---that's when ...
One day you're asleep
dreaming; next, on your back
screaming, handcuffed to the bed
Hubby's door-nail dead
What are the odds of this
happening?
God's bent on being so cruel...
#StephenKing
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JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
24th Feb 2017 4:19pm
24th Feb 2017 4:19pm
[ SK ] Going Mad
Rose
I'm going mad
with every waking moment
taken in by your canvas;
what a wonder-land-scape
Ariadne
No escape to be had
You've run out of frame to hide in
My dearest Rose
here is what I propose
no strings attached:
I will do for you
what you would do for me
Rose
Bad things?
Ariadne
Yes, very bad things
...
I'm going mad
with every waking moment
taken in by your canvas;
what a wonder-land-scape
Ariadne
No escape to be had
You've run out of frame to hide in
My dearest Rose
here is what I propose
no strings attached:
I will do for you
what you would do for me
Rose
Bad things?
Ariadne
Yes, very bad things
...
#StephenKing
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JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2017 10:07pm
22nd Feb 2017 10:07pm
[ SK ] Your Worst Nightmare Come True
Seeing
through the bricked a bracked
to insecurities tackily tacked
on refrigerator doors
haphazardly packed in each toy chest
anticipating the urgency in every shout
squeaked in that odd pubescent voice of yours
crying out for Mommy, Daddy or even God
with only a child's courage
serving as a bullet proof vest
in your panicked room
alone
Knowing
from having suffered for so many years
listening to Chatty Kathy blathering
streams of consciousness...
through the bricked a bracked
to insecurities tackily tacked
on refrigerator doors
haphazardly packed in each toy chest
anticipating the urgency in every shout
squeaked in that odd pubescent voice of yours
crying out for Mommy, Daddy or even God
with only a child's courage
serving as a bullet proof vest
in your panicked room
alone
Knowing
from having suffered for so many years
listening to Chatty Kathy blathering
streams of consciousness...
#StephenKing
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JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
19th Feb 2017 11:36am
19th Feb 2017 11:36am
[ SK ] Be My Guest
Addiction
---escape into a fictional world
and a rather easy getaway at that
though the hard irony is
that such make-believe realities
are the most difficult situations
to extract oneself from
A bystander with a crowbar
pulling you from an auto wreck
out in the middle of Nowhere
seems a more likely outcome
when too engrossed
to mark chapter's end
lay the book aside for now
on the coffee table and resume
daily life with all of its...
---escape into a fictional world
and a rather easy getaway at that
though the hard irony is
that such make-believe realities
are the most difficult situations
to extract oneself from
A bystander with a crowbar
pulling you from an auto wreck
out in the middle of Nowhere
seems a more likely outcome
when too engrossed
to mark chapter's end
lay the book aside for now
on the coffee table and resume
daily life with all of its...
#StephenKing
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3 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
13th Feb 2017 7:53pm
13th Feb 2017 7:53pm
[ SK ] Expiation
Performing our mundane tasks during daylight
know that God never asks us to shoulder
burdens greater than we can bear
And in twilight hour brisk
later grown bone chilling night
we must resist---
fight the mind and its blind
wanderings down roads dead
ending in cul-de-sacs where
knots of gnarled trees writhe
their branches savagely clawing for throats;
home to insectuous hordes of hideous
creatures cocooned in mist
...
know that God never asks us to shoulder
burdens greater than we can bear
And in twilight hour brisk
later grown bone chilling night
we must resist---
fight the mind and its blind
wanderings down roads dead
ending in cul-de-sacs where
knots of gnarled trees writhe
their branches savagely clawing for throats;
home to insectuous hordes of hideous
creatures cocooned in mist
...
#StephenKing
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JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
9th Feb 2017 2:19am
9th Feb 2017 2:19am
[ SK ] When Inspiration Knocks
I preferred my sailing ship in a wine bottle
floating aimless to destinations unknown
carried by Fate's wind
at drunken captain's behest
as he yelled to behemoths below
bellowing up through the froth,
Thar she blows!
only to have personally ended up
( far too often )
a sunken wreck in a piss washed gutter
cigarette butt put out in a beach sized ashtray
or
planted face down
in the lawn of a wealthy estate; ...
floating aimless to destinations unknown
carried by Fate's wind
at drunken captain's behest
as he yelled to behemoths below
bellowing up through the froth,
Thar she blows!
only to have personally ended up
( far too often )
a sunken wreck in a piss washed gutter
cigarette butt put out in a beach sized ashtray
or
planted face down
in the lawn of a wealthy estate; ...
#StephenKing
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JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
8th Sep 2016 4:50pm
8th Sep 2016 4:50pm
[ SK ] A Tale of Little Tall Untold
Snow falling
falling still
with disquieting ease
begins to accumulate
filling in our globe
blanketing warehouses and fisheries
evacuated by the workaday Joeb
the rocking boats deftly tethered to
lobster pot and crate strewn docking
the busy grocery market emptied
in anticipation of bad weather...
falling still
with disquieting ease
begins to accumulate
filling in our globe
blanketing warehouses and fisheries
evacuated by the workaday Joeb
the rocking boats deftly tethered to
lobster pot and crate strewn docking
the busy grocery market emptied
in anticipation of bad weather...
#StephenKing
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JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
7th Sep 2016 8:44pm
7th Sep 2016 8:44pm
[ SK ] Red Roses
Roses mean
remember
Do you not remember Joyce?
We do ...
how she was peerless
deliriously precocious
possessing a penchant for playing
house with human dolls
Obsessed stating it rather mildly
in making breakthroughs to the Other Side
cementing Parapsychology as a field concrete
no longer so easily dismissible as
"Pseudo Science!"
with an arrogant waving of those...
remember
Do you not remember Joyce?
We do ...
how she was peerless
deliriously precocious
possessing a penchant for playing
house with human dolls
Obsessed stating it rather mildly
in making breakthroughs to the Other Side
cementing Parapsychology as a field concrete
no longer so easily dismissible as
"Pseudo Science!"
with an arrogant waving of those...
#StephenKing
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