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Raven Undone

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Take a step back, your Muse will die this night
          Curse echoing loudly in Raven's ear:
                        Take a step forward, your Muse will find light

           How can it be? Her Life looking so bright?
           Plunged into darkness, imprisoned by fear
Take a step back, your Muse will die this night

Envious witch acting out of sheer spite,
black-haired beauty's bane, which way shall she steer?
              Take a step forward, your Muse will find light

           No clear-cut choice for troubled Raven's plight,
           should Muse be killed to save a love so dear?
Take a step back, your Muse will die this night

Double-edged sword where iron wills fight
A split she contemplates, she sheds lone tear
              Take a step forward, your Muse will find light

           Tear gives birth to rain, she weighs what is right
           Lover and Muse helpless as Death loomed near
Take a step back, your Muse will die this night
                        Take a step forward, your Muse will find light


II

Flash of lightning above, earth quakes below
Ink rain mars sky, as deep flood waters rise
Lover…Muse… Raven-- only Death will know

T e e t e r ing, unsure…but her fear doesn’t show
Blood in her veins stop flowing, crimson ice
Flash of lightning above, earth quakes below

Pen plunges deep, heart dealt with harsh blow 
Her survival, is what she would surmise
Lover…Muse… Raven-- only Death will know

Winds lash, thunder crashes, but embers glow
Hope buried in soul lights fire in eyes
Flash of lightning above, earth quakes below

Heart bursting at seams, but ink stops its flow 
Raven wonders whether love would suffice
Lover…Muse… Raven-- only Death will know

Raven’s undone, doesn’t know where to go
Step back, step forward…she stands still as ice
Flash of lightning above, earth quakes below
Lover…Muse… Raven-- only Death will know


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--nikko :) 
for Constance's Among the Dead contest 







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Upon Waking

Monsters hide beneath the bed.
Very slowly make their way,
Walking in the sleep of dead.

Out the window they are led
By the shadows of the day.
Monsters hide beneath the bed.

Lingers by a fresh spun thread
Maybe they will stay away?
Walking in the sleep of dead.

Light a candle there instead
Stay awake and watch them play.
Monsters hide beneath the bed.

Hope, just give up every shred,
They won't care if you're okay,
Walking in the sleep of dead.

Don't let them fill you with dread,
Vices you can keep at bay.
Monsters hide beneath the bed
Walking in the sleep of dead.


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Evening Contemplation

Villanelle for Dr. Ram Mehta
A great challenge and inspiration!

                      
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Thoughts are dancing in the shadows
Thoughts are strolling with the fireflies
Lazy thoughts quicken my resting senses

Cure the ignorance and idleness
Before the great and strong dies
Thoughts are dancing in the shadows

Spry, joyous creations of tenderness
Increase the ideas and mental workings
Lazy thoughts quicken my resting senses

Smells, tastes, feelings and thoughts caress
Neurons of knowledge, visions and sighs
Thoughts are dancing in the shadows

Shadows of creativeness are pure bliss
Compute the phrases into poetic verse and lines
Thoughts are dancing in the shadows
Lazy thoughts quicken my resting senses.

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Child

Remember your fear of the dark, child,
When sleep attempts to steal your sight,
And monsters creep in, tall, sharp and wild.

Sharp teeth, sharp claws, all to make you mild,
They close in, trying to steal your light.
Remember your fear of the dark, child.

Imagine yourself a hero, riled
Up with holy fury and banishing might,
When monsters creep in, tall, sharp and wild.

Hissing, screaming, from your room, exiled,
But not forever, just for the night.
Remember your fear of the dark, child.

When morning came, you childishly reviled
their failed attempt to bring you fright,
When monsters crept in, tall, sharp and wild.

Do not think that they can be beguiled
Into staying away another night.
Remember your fear of the dark, child,
When monster crept in, tall, sharp and wild.


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Etok The Shufflebutt


Oh, he is but Etok the Shufflebutt! 
So cheerful like a morn sun is this man, 
whose memory’s like fish, but he’s no nut. 

He loves poetry, and he knows what’s what,
cradling your thoughts with his warmth like ocean. 
Oh, he is but Etok the Shufflebutt, 

who is not known for his infamous strut...
like rooster in a hen house! He’s the one 
whose memory’s like fish, but he’s no nut. 

He writes and writes, rewrites and rewrites that 
oft he forgets, at night, his wife to man. 
Oh, he is but Etok the Shufflebutt, 

a poe(t) that easily forgets what 
he writes, ‘cause he was born to be that man
whose memory’s like fish, but he’s no nut. 

Blessed is he, who smiles sweet as a nut, 
that he greets you all not with a shotgun. 
Oh, he is but Etok the Shufflebutt,
whose memory’s like fish, but he’s no nut!   


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A Daydream

What if I was Esther and named queen?
Could I be beautiful, brave, and bold?
I would—at least in my daydream.

Pianos would ne’er need practicing,
Mother would not hover and scold,
What if I was Esther and named queen?

My face would shine with love all agleam,
I would drink from goblets made of gold,
I would—at least in my daydream.

Death would befall all Haman’s team,
Victory for my people would unfold,
What if I was Esther and named queen?

I would ruin Haman’s odious scheme,
Righteousness and justice I would uphold,
I would—at least in my daydream.

Lord, I can just picture the scene,
I would lavish thanks uncontrolled,
I would—at least in my daydream.
What if I was Esther and named queen?


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Three Fates

Life's thread is spun, measured, and snipped
By three dainty pairs of deft hands
To weave the cold words of life's fickle script.

Clotho spins life with a valiant grip,
Her spindle ablaze with gold strands.
Life's thread is spun, measured, and snipped.

Lachesis measures without pause or slip,
Deciding the length of life's band
To weave the cold words of life's fickle script.

Atropos carries the scissors that clip
The thread where her sister commands.
Life's thread is spun, measured, and snipped.

Every last soul becomes a conscript,
Drafted to heed their demands
To weave the cold words of life's fickle script.

With each stolid snip, our free will is stripped
As Fate's fluid flames are fanned.
Life's thread is spun, measured, and snipped
To weave the cold words of life's fickle script.

*Based on Greek Mythology's "Moirai"


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A whisper into the night

Whisper not into the night these words I can not hear.
For I'am but a vision, Tell me while I'm near.

Whisper not into the night these words I long to hear,
But tell me them in your voice, and place them upon my ear.

Whisper not a remenise of which I can not see,
But show me what it is by heart, of which you want it to be.
For we are in a vision of the night, And here I will always be.

Whisper not into the night. A wish of disregret. For I'am but 
a vision, stuck in side your head. Till the end of time I shall 
always be. For you are but a part of my soul. 

Not just a whisper in the night.


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Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth


                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth


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From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands

From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands.
Comely words of comfort put the comma in the gray;
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands.

Hesitating white clouds meet the night`s dark commands,
But bring the dawn`s serenity for the a golden bay;
From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands

Luminous black jack oak stopped the moving sands;
The winding road might have danced on the hills` clay;
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands


Recollections` last wave in the glass blowers` light stay,
Smiling from Spring Lake to Thistle Shimmer`s way, 
From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands, 

Pine Barrens` silken grasses are kissed by birds of height,
Chateau Inn looks at the grave laurel and blueberry gay, 
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands.
In Paradise, rivers flow under Blueberry Month` sight.


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