Mundus
Poem Published
4th Aug 2024 1:09am
4th Aug 2024 1:09am
She
She spent her days
wishing for water
in a world of flames
Shifting shadows,
venomous voices
all around her
in wake and sleep
She couldn't
make music
of the noise
the fire made
She was
the devil's cigarette
wishing for water
in a world of flames
Shifting shadows,
venomous voices
all around her
in wake and sleep
She couldn't
make music
of the noise
the fire made
She was
the devil's cigarette
#curse
#fate
#luck #nightmares
#luck #nightmares
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 4:07am
18th Jun 2024 4:07am
Book review: A Marvellous Light, by Freya Marske
Okay, so I don't normally do book reviews, actually I don't do them at all. I just sometimes think about what I would say if someone asked about what I'm reading. No one ever asks.
This book almost demands a review, or something. I have read it three times in the last four days, which I never do.
With most books I enjoy, I read it, savour it, analyze it, and then stick it on a shelf for the next time I'm in the mood for it. I think I can name ever book I have read and reread, and held onto for the precious story it is. This is one of those books, only moreso.
...
This book almost demands a review, or something. I have read it three times in the last four days, which I never do.
With most books I enjoy, I read it, savour it, analyze it, and then stick it on a shelf for the next time I'm in the mood for it. I think I can name ever book I have read and reread, and held onto for the precious story it is. This is one of those books, only moreso.
...
#books
#curse
#gay
#LGBT
#magic
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oskar
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 5:41pm
3rd May 2024 5:41pm
the fable of Jesus
The Fable of Jesus
Jesus was skeptical of his tribe, he didn't
whether he was a Semite, his father, the renowned
the wood craftsman had green eyes and knew
a few phrases of gallic monks had visited until
the Rome administration banned them
Jesus, to please his father, built a bookshelf, it was
It was so bad his younger brother had to take over
Jesus took umbrage and moved to Jerusalem, where
he hung out with radicals of his time
he was good at talking and soon became their leader
there are a few girls in Jesus's fellowship
one of...
Jesus was skeptical of his tribe, he didn't
whether he was a Semite, his father, the renowned
the wood craftsman had green eyes and knew
a few phrases of gallic monks had visited until
the Rome administration banned them
Jesus, to please his father, built a bookshelf, it was
It was so bad his younger brother had to take over
Jesus took umbrage and moved to Jerusalem, where
he hung out with radicals of his time
he was good at talking and soon became their leader
there are a few girls in Jesus's fellowship
one of...
#astrology
#atheism
#curse #fate
#curse #fate
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adagio
Poem Published
28th Apr 2024 4:24pm
28th Apr 2024 4:24pm
Wandering Lonely
Wading in the hereafter
wandering lonely in my only
with memories from the grave
and a tag on my toes
harmonizing with frogs
with the wailing crickets
swooning in the moonlight
wandering lonely in my only
wandering lonely in my only
with memories from the grave
and a tag on my toes
harmonizing with frogs
with the wailing crickets
swooning in the moonlight
wandering lonely in my only
#curse
#dark
#ghosts #gothic
#ghosts #gothic
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oskar
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 12:05pm
12th Apr 2024 12:05pm
the taste of forever
The taste of forever
Wild oats and thistles covered the track
stinging my legs for punishments
for since forgotten
The misty Dale that makes war look
like a romantic adventure
that separated men from boys until
a wolf howled
Trespasses, are buried under flowers
keep a soldier's last secret,
his name blew away in the wind
The cottage was still there, trees around
had grown, could no longer be seen
from the main road.
the door was rotten but still locked
the window curtain
was made
of spiders web ...
Wild oats and thistles covered the track
stinging my legs for punishments
for since forgotten
The misty Dale that makes war look
like a romantic adventure
that separated men from boys until
a wolf howled
Trespasses, are buried under flowers
keep a soldier's last secret,
his name blew away in the wind
The cottage was still there, trees around
had grown, could no longer be seen
from the main road.
the door was rotten but still locked
the window curtain
was made
of spiders web ...
#atheism
#astrology
#faith
#fate
#curse
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 10:05pm
11th Apr 2024 10:05pm
Europe
Europe
is in meltdown, high-interest rates
and expensive petrol and electricity
combined to impoverish countries after
country which threatens
Europe put their eggs in one basket
and became ruled by the USA
In Portugal, we see the dramatic rise
of "Chega" an anti-immigration party
that came from nowhere and won
third place in the election
people are fearing for their futures
and turning right
the disaster began with the bombing
of North stream two, an American
terror act helped by the US acolyte ...
is in meltdown, high-interest rates
and expensive petrol and electricity
combined to impoverish countries after
country which threatens
Europe put their eggs in one basket
and became ruled by the USA
In Portugal, we see the dramatic rise
of "Chega" an anti-immigration party
that came from nowhere and won
third place in the election
people are fearing for their futures
and turning right
the disaster began with the bombing
of North stream two, an American
terror act helped by the US acolyte ...
#atheism
#astrology
#faith
#fate
#curse
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OMNISSIAH
Poem Published
17th Mar 2024 2:34pm
17th Mar 2024 2:34pm
ALL - MIND
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#curse
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missjem56
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 3:13pm
13th Mar 2024 3:13pm
Cocooned In Silk
One wild and wintry winter
He ventured to the wood
Guided only by the eerie moonlight
As he reached the spot,where a monster once stood
He called out "Oh monster!"
"Come to me forthwith"
"I wish to make a deal with you"
"That one day you may'st forgive"
He waited upon a mossy bank
Surrounded by frozen leaves
And within a moment of minutes
A loud crunching could be perceived
As he beckoned it even closer
He began to perceive its size
As wide as a felled oak tree ...
He ventured to the wood
Guided only by the eerie moonlight
As he reached the spot,where a monster once stood
He called out "Oh monster!"
"Come to me forthwith"
"I wish to make a deal with you"
"That one day you may'st forgive"
He waited upon a mossy bank
Surrounded by frozen leaves
And within a moment of minutes
A loud crunching could be perceived
As he beckoned it even closer
He began to perceive its size
As wide as a felled oak tree ...
#men
#monsters
#surreal
#witches
#curse
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Rew
Poem Published
8th Feb 2024 6:28pm
8th Feb 2024 6:28pm
My Voodoo Dolls
My voodoo dolls just do not work
that Pukin's not gone straight to hell
nor tRump, that dirty grifting jerk,
my voodoo dolls don't seem to work,
I've tried gold pins for what that's worth
and blood of bat and chanted spells
beneath blood moons, I haven't shirked,
my voodoo dolls don't seem to work.
No faltering in their foul smirks
as they ring freedom's death knell bell
in their bloodied vile fascist kirk
no faltering of their sick smirks,
And then I find by some strange quirk
why my dark arts don't work too...
that Pukin's not gone straight to hell
nor tRump, that dirty grifting jerk,
my voodoo dolls don't seem to work,
I've tried gold pins for what that's worth
and blood of bat and chanted spells
beneath blood moons, I haven't shirked,
my voodoo dolls don't seem to work.
No faltering in their foul smirks
as they ring freedom's death knell bell
in their bloodied vile fascist kirk
no faltering of their sick smirks,
And then I find by some strange quirk
why my dark arts don't work too...
#triolet
#curse
121 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
19th Dec 2023 3:20pm
19th Dec 2023 3:20pm
walla between us
Walls Between Us
When I opened the door to my cabin, I was met with a summer kiss by the love that one day would say goodbye
I write haiku and a dotted napkin, waiting for the bill
three glasses of wine and a packet of fags
At the outdoor cafe, I tried to remember many experiences I have had, seen, or read about for an odd
the reason I remember the read better than the lived
this, I think, was when living through high drama
I was usually pissed
At a pavement cafe, I tried to piece together the many threads of my life, if I could tie the...
When I opened the door to my cabin, I was met with a summer kiss by the love that one day would say goodbye
I write haiku and a dotted napkin, waiting for the bill
three glasses of wine and a packet of fags
At the outdoor cafe, I tried to remember many experiences I have had, seen, or read about for an odd
the reason I remember the read better than the lived
this, I think, was when living through high drama
I was usually pissed
At a pavement cafe, I tried to piece together the many threads of my life, if I could tie the...
#astrology
#curse
#karma
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PaleSkies
Poem Published
12th Nov 2023 00:54am
12th Nov 2023 00:54am
Precursor To Dreams
A precursor to dreams, dream blue dripping
frankincense, my shadow an arsonist of my
imagination's narcissistic masochist quill,
from my mamma's moustache in metaphors
of residue from the franchise of insanity
buried in compost dressed in hosiery,
and my johnny coat, light in my loafers
a precursor to dreams, dream blue.
frankincense, my shadow an arsonist of my
imagination's narcissistic masochist quill,
from my mamma's moustache in metaphors
of residue from the franchise of insanity
buried in compost dressed in hosiery,
and my johnny coat, light in my loafers
a precursor to dreams, dream blue.
#dark
#corruption
#curse
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Dreamboy
Poem Published
4th Nov 2023 10:38pm
4th Nov 2023 10:38pm
History
Over and over again I keep on dreaming about a manifestation of magic
Promises of gold
and maybe women
To leagues of the unwanted and the needless
The unforgiven
We've been living our lives at the wrong edge of the blade
Now it's so poetic how sharp it seems to be
And we ain't working on a miracle.
No wishmaster's left to conjure up
We put all our hopes in stuff that'll never measure up
And its so fitting.
Promises of gold
and maybe women
To leagues of the unwanted and the needless
The unforgiven
We've been living our lives at the wrong edge of the blade
Now it's so poetic how sharp it seems to be
And we ain't working on a miracle.
No wishmaster's left to conjure up
We put all our hopes in stuff that'll never measure up
And its so fitting.
#curse
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