Long Dark Poems
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Long dark poems. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Tony's Horror
On the day of horror,
Tony was teaching at MIT.
“Can anyone tell me the answer?
No? How astonishing!
Will any of you ever do any work?”
Tony said to his first years
(well, tried not to shout-
they should have done it).
They gaped at him, mostly.
Some scowled.
A couple looked away.
“You don’t get a Fields Medal
from doing nothing.
If you want to achieve what I have,
you’ll need to work.
Not play online chess.
Looking at you, Tia.”
Tia frowned, closed her...
Tony was teaching at MIT.
“Can anyone tell me the answer?
No? How astonishing!
Will any of you ever do any work?”
Tony said to his first years
(well, tried not to shout-
they should have done it).
They gaped at him, mostly.
Some scowled.
A couple looked away.
“You don’t get a Fields Medal
from doing nothing.
If you want to achieve what I have,
you’ll need to work.
Not play online chess.
Looking at you, Tia.”
Tia frowned, closed her...
#dark
#death
#family
#love
#sadness
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A very plausible letter written by Kate Middleton's PR team!
By Stanley Collymore
Oh give it a rest Daily Mail and clearly
crucially likeminded monarchical
sycophants! Kate Middleton
was perfectly well enough for Wimbledon in
the summer so this odiously contrived crap
you're promulgating Daily Mail has actually
got to be sarcasm, right? Kate a beacon of strength, really? Someone, who effectively
takes a year of "work" while very evidently
discernibly ordinary people, regardless of
truly healthy, or otherwise circumstances
actually have no choice but to soldier on! ...
Oh give it a rest Daily Mail and clearly
crucially likeminded monarchical
sycophants! Kate Middleton
was perfectly well enough for Wimbledon in
the summer so this odiously contrived crap
you're promulgating Daily Mail has actually
got to be sarcasm, right? Kate a beacon of strength, really? Someone, who effectively
takes a year of "work" while very evidently
discernibly ordinary people, regardless of
truly healthy, or otherwise circumstances
actually have no choice but to soldier on! ...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#hate
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Pound Of Flesh
Off to a tropical paradise
For a long overdue vacation
When a malfunctioning device
Affected the planes aviation
The pilot losing all control
The plane started going down
Passengers searching for their soul
Exploding fire, burning the ground
The only survivors of the flight
A young mother and her teenage son
Rummaging wreckage, the midst of night
Their tribulations have just begun
Sorting through the cargos ash
Anything for their...
For a long overdue vacation
When a malfunctioning device
Affected the planes aviation
The pilot losing all control
The plane started going down
Passengers searching for their soul
Exploding fire, burning the ground
The only survivors of the flight
A young mother and her teenage son
Rummaging wreckage, the midst of night
Their tribulations have just begun
Sorting through the cargos ash
Anything for their...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
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The vacuous Richard Eden - and falsified vulturine stories in the Daily Mail again!
By Stanley Collymore
Whatever each of you brainwashed
and braindead morons really think,
Meghan will never, even obviously
wearing a shroud, return to Britain
under any circumstances, so truly
get over it, as well as evidently so
your Richard Eden evilly fancifully
made up stories. And that clearly
similarly includes unquestionably
requisite, and significantly feudal
so-called serfs really pathetically
very preposterously royal duties!
That rather pointedly also, refers
irrefutably, to Meghan's husband ...
Whatever each of you brainwashed
and braindead morons really think,
Meghan will never, even obviously
wearing a shroud, return to Britain
under any circumstances, so truly
get over it, as well as evidently so
your Richard Eden evilly fancifully
made up stories. And that clearly
similarly includes unquestionably
requisite, and significantly feudal
so-called serfs really pathetically
very preposterously royal duties!
That rather pointedly also, refers
irrefutably, to Meghan's husband ...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#hate
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Wicked Justice of the Innocent
#dark
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Klingon Legends: The Clans of the Damned
- Klingon Legends: The Clans of the Damned -
(Inspired by stories found in the book “Let's Trek: The Budget Traveller's Guide to Klingon Worlds”.)
This is a rather dark story, which was hidden deep within a historical knowledge database of a highly respected university on the Klingon home world of Kronos. The author's name was stricken off records.
Upon one of the more remote planets of the Klingon Empire, there was a clan known for their strange and mysterious behavior. No one can be said to be truly familiar with their origins, but it is known that those...
(Inspired by stories found in the book “Let's Trek: The Budget Traveller's Guide to Klingon Worlds”.)
This is a rather dark story, which was hidden deep within a historical knowledge database of a highly respected university on the Klingon home world of Kronos. The author's name was stricken off records.
Upon one of the more remote planets of the Klingon Empire, there was a clan known for their strange and mysterious behavior. No one can be said to be truly familiar with their origins, but it is known that those...
#aliens
#dark
#historical
#horror
#scifi
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Another Day, Another Scribble
Sometimes I sit here,
staring at the blank page,
wondering what to write about
what’s rattling around in my head.
Is it something profound,
or am I just taking the piss again?
Sometimes I think I’m winding people up,
other times, I’m genuinely trying to say something.
I write when I’m happy.
I write when I’m sad.
I write when the world looks beautiful
and when it looks like the bottom of a bin,
Even if it might smell a bit crappy,
Sometimes it’s rage pouring out,
sometimes it’s a laugh at my own expense.
I never...
staring at the blank page,
wondering what to write about
what’s rattling around in my head.
Is it something profound,
or am I just taking the piss again?
Sometimes I think I’m winding people up,
other times, I’m genuinely trying to say something.
I write when I’m happy.
I write when I’m sad.
I write when the world looks beautiful
and when it looks like the bottom of a bin,
Even if it might smell a bit crappy,
Sometimes it’s rage pouring out,
sometimes it’s a laugh at my own expense.
I never...
#dark
#funny
#honesty
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock
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Drug taking and its addiction coupled with the rather crass hypocrisy associated with its taking!
By Stanley Collymore
The hypocrisy quite honestly is startling!
Thus the sole reasons that widespread
drug taking and addiction, evidently in
tandem with its discernibly self-evidently also
universal dealing and importation into Britain
is so passively and even enticingly tolerated,
and no truly effective and also discouraging legislation is ever, very seriously introduced
into parliament! Which is precisely because
of the critical prevalence of a rather natural addiction to drugs and its simply attendant
and quite consummate...
The hypocrisy quite honestly is startling!
Thus the sole reasons that widespread
drug taking and addiction, evidently in
tandem with its discernibly self-evidently also
universal dealing and importation into Britain
is so passively and even enticingly tolerated,
and no truly effective and also discouraging legislation is ever, very seriously introduced
into parliament! Which is precisely because
of the critical prevalence of a rather natural addiction to drugs and its simply attendant
and quite consummate...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#hate
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A Journey to Gehenna and Back Again
#dark
#death
#hell
#memories
#spiritual
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The Collection of Souls
From the fiery gates where sulfur reeks,
And cursed winds whisper, the darkness speaks.
Demons emerge, with talons stained,
Hunters of souls, by sin profaned.
They slither through cracks in the earthly shell,
Bringing forth ruin, a taste of hell.
A tire blown, a bridge that sways,
A home consumed by vengeful blaze.
Every accident, each cruel design,
A snare for the wicked by infernal line.
Yet mankind, oh fools, make their task so light,
Their greed and wrath a beacon in night.
Contracts inked in blood are signed, ...
And cursed winds whisper, the darkness speaks.
Demons emerge, with talons stained,
Hunters of souls, by sin profaned.
They slither through cracks in the earthly shell,
Bringing forth ruin, a taste of hell.
A tire blown, a bridge that sways,
A home consumed by vengeful blaze.
Every accident, each cruel design,
A snare for the wicked by infernal line.
Yet mankind, oh fools, make their task so light,
Their greed and wrath a beacon in night.
Contracts inked in blood are signed, ...
#dark
#death
#devil
#evil
#SelfDiscovery
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A One Eyed Horse
Over lanes I tread
Neath a black sky, a dead moon overhead
Aye, naught but the dead
Naught but rocks and runes instead
Out by yon farmer’s field
Walketh one apart from the rest
From it the others peeled
A horse, an unholy crest
On a rocky road by the wall
Where the cattle oft do graze
Cometh a horse black and tall
And meeteth my nervous gaze
Lo, struck am I with the smell of rot
And the visage of blighted skin
This thing from Hell begot
Decaying deep within
It whispereth through dread lips ...
Neath a black sky, a dead moon overhead
Aye, naught but the dead
Naught but rocks and runes instead
Out by yon farmer’s field
Walketh one apart from the rest
From it the others peeled
A horse, an unholy crest
On a rocky road by the wall
Where the cattle oft do graze
Cometh a horse black and tall
And meeteth my nervous gaze
Lo, struck am I with the smell of rot
And the visage of blighted skin
This thing from Hell begot
Decaying deep within
It whispereth through dread lips ...
#dark
#evil
#horror
#horses
#night
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B e l o v e d
B e l o v e d ”
I read the word chiseled on that headstone. I have always wondered if that was meant to be the noun “Beloved” or the adjective. Or maybe it was intended to be “Be-Loved.” One or two words, different meanings, different pronunciations, I can never tell.
I kneel on the damp ground on that cold December day, the same day of every year for the past eleven years. The day I lay my wreath and wait.
After sunset she comes on exactly that single day of the year. She kneels next to me holding one single rose in her hand and lays it next...
I read the word chiseled on that headstone. I have always wondered if that was meant to be the noun “Beloved” or the adjective. Or maybe it was intended to be “Be-Loved.” One or two words, different meanings, different pronunciations, I can never tell.
I kneel on the damp ground on that cold December day, the same day of every year for the past eleven years. The day I lay my wreath and wait.
After sunset she comes on exactly that single day of the year. She kneels next to me holding one single rose in her hand and lays it next...
#dark
#death
#dreams
#lover
#memories
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