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The Grim Reaper Cometh

As All Hallows’ Eve approacheth my thoughts turneth to darkest dread,
Whilst in old age I harboureth a deep fear of seeing this one’s grim head;
Methinks the Grim Reaper cometh this time with his scythe in hand,
Which striketh maximum fear in me and maketh him feel quite so grand. 

Death and darkness doth pervade this spirit’s intent from that great beyond,
And bringeth one a chilling fear if one’s destiny be unending Hellspawn;
All Hallows’ Eve is the image I conjureth of my imminent departure,
But I hopeth for divine intervention and protection during this departure.

For I shan’t want to feel the fear and malediction of the Grim Reaper’s gaze,
As he eerily walketh in the deep mist to bringeth my soul into that darkest haze;
I prayeth then Oh Lord God, haveth an Angel escort me on my final trip beyond,
And spareth me the Grim Reaper’s terrifying visit and his image of Hellspawn.

I asketh thy divine power and all goodness in protecting my eternal spirit and soul,
And delivereth them to Heaven on All Hallows' Eve most sound and quite whole!

Amen!  Amen!  Amen! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - October 25, 2014
(Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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Paradise Lost

Before the days when man first sinned
Angels traveled upon the wind
Everything magic shone in the night
Fairies fluttered, wings shining bright

Eve was perfect with long flowing hair
Sensuous body, delightfuly bare
Adam's body strong, he was a sight
They played by day and made love at night

Everything perfect, living in the trees
Yet trouble called upon a gentle breeze
The serpent said taste, this fruit so grand
Eve so entranced, she ate from his hand

She saved fruit for Adam, he took a bite
The garden went dark, no more magic light

A sonnet in The Wind Contest.
Written September 9th, 2013
Sponsored by: Poetess Darkly

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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Circles of slumber

The amaryllis yawns in bed of white 
The fall of day paints shadows on the rose 
Each flower is a ward of solemn night 
Their gentle sleep upon which none impose 

Beyond the halls and down the drowsy stair 
Into the hallowed stillness of the lake 
Illuminating every pebble there 
The moon believes that no one is awake 

Yet bittern watches all with eyes of gold 
Alighted new in absence of the light 
And with his lusty call so clear and bold 
He breaks the quietude and then takes flight 

A ripple in the water seeks the shore 
It meets the rocks and ripples there no more 

Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2013

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In A Darkened Attic Room

In A Darkened Attic Room

In attic room, one window tightly shut,
Dwells broken heart hidden from future pain.
Bare as a savage brute's empty hut-
Condemned to no hope, no future, no gain.

Where rests such perilous fear darkness reigns;-
Shattered dreams give rise to dark illusions.
Hope rejected brings on its most wicked stains,
Evil held, births its blackest conclusions.

Grown in decay until nothing remains,
Yet sad hope is better than none at all.
True love waits the bliss it always contains,
Treasures gifted, one only has to call.

If one ray of love's light but filters in
Love brings life and its promises again.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2016

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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The Real Fear

The Real Fear

The fear of darkness seems to threaten most
when I am lost and groping in the dark
of self.  I blame unknowns—the devil, ghosts
or even God—for fright that comes with stark,
cold, empty blackness.  Courage will depart—
just like a pearl dropped in a sea of ink,
its glow will die—while fear's black magic art
revives despair between each hurried blink
of eyes which stare at shadows that incite
imaginary monsters of my mind.
But oft these visions are the mirrored sight
of what I see within when eyes are blind—
   For darkness lights and magnifies the whole
   dim panorama of the troubled soul.

Sandra M. Haight

~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: Your Worst Fear
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 06/25/2016

~5th Place~
Contest: 15
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
Judged: 10/27/2015

~6th Place~ 
Contest: Monsters and Marvels
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Judged 10/14/2014

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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I cut to see if I feel how it's like being human,
I cut to see the pain relinquish inside,
I cut for all the memories that remain to drain down in the sewage
What symbols life runs with death in that rusty pipe.

A slash here and a slash there,
What happened in the past?
A slash here and there,
Soon the memories don't last.

Scissors, knives, razors and sharp edges
keeps a bloody smile, no more weep.
Slice and dice, trim more than the hedges
And I don't care if I go to deep.

One scar closer to a never ending dream,
I don't care if I go to deep.

Copyright © Miggy Lomeli | Year Posted 2014

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Let My Tombstone Read

Here lies a women dead before her time
Struck down by guided arrows dipped in rhyme
A wound that first was sweet but turned to vile 
It slowly sapped her strength and stole her smile

The words all worked their way down to her heart
Like chamber maids, each word then played a part
At first adoring, then they turned to be
The pseudo kind of love: hypocrisy  

They mocked, and they abused her steadfast love
Made her to feel naïve, a helpless dove
Betrayals words they whispered in her ear
And made her fear the dreaded end was near

“Let tombstone read the truth not blatant lie:
'All those who trust in love in pain will die'."

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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Dark Angel

How intricate your mind. How it can vex! A labyrinth that offers no escape, its walls are glazed with patterns that perplex. I glimpse inside. At times I stop and gape at murals which reveal an iridescence. But shallow are the joys you sometimes feel. I turn to find I’m facing evanescence. Intense emotions swell; become surreal. They swirl with thought; descending, they exude through dark partitions winding through your head. The maze becomes a spiral to seclude you from the world and me. I feel your dread. Dark angel, trapped in strange and endless gloom, to stay with you would mean to share your doom. For Nathan's ......."INSANITY or DEATH"......Poetry Contest Theme: Insanity to Darkness

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart

I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart

I remember fierce storm that blew my life away.
Images burned into a sad, finely tortured mind;
reminds me of that epic and dark fateful day,
tears falling down but no good answers could I find.

So in love with my sweetheart but soon hope gave way,
when drug induced Nirvana flew into our home.
Easy now to see it in slow motion replay,
when I groped in darkness wherever I dared roam.

Raging clouds gathered within the uncertain West
as thunder spilled over into each haunting hour.
No joy in simply knowing that I did my best,
while I saw the destruction of my wild flower!

I remember fierce storm that blew my life apart.
Its massive crushing winds destroyed my aching heart.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2016

Form- Sonnet, I used 12 syllables instead of ten.

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Under Moldy Soil, Red Moon Overhead

Under Moldy Soil, Red Moon Overhead

Under moldy soil, red moon overhead
lay millions of corpses, wars wasted dead
No bands playing, no sweet angels singing
only ghostly echoes, slowly ringing.

Cools winds blowing across such resting grounds
on dark nights, ghost-whispers its only sounds
Low moans, raging regrets of battle cries
rebukes of those that sold such deadly lies.

Sixth of June, sands give up soft wailing pleas
from beach desert devoid of any trees
Earth laced with spent cartridges , red blood and lead
painful memories, of that war's lost dead.

Under moldy soil, red moon overhead
how we may wish that peace had ruled instead.

R.J. Lindley
June 7th, 1976

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Old Note- War is a necessary evil because mankind needs blood letting to soothe its savage soul.
And thus, is far too often a necessary reaction that insures the survival for the party that is first attacked.

New Notes- 
2. Mankind can not give up making war until it can purge ALL evil from its mortal soul!
Only one way to do that exists..
3. I want to thank the poet that suggested that I go ahead and share this poem from my private writes. 
As it deserves to be read, I now agree with you my good friend..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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My Heart Shall Not Fade In Crying Red Rust

My Heart Shall Not Fade In Crying Red Rust

I shall beat down the walls of your dungeon
And smash its power into fading dust.
My spirit by you will not be bludgeoned,
My heart shall not fade in crying red rust!

Once, I saw such goodness in your sweet soul.
Those years have all vanished into the dark,
Where raging waters drown love in its roll
Madness of your hate shows to be so stark!

I still long for that soft gentle touch
With the press of those sexy luscious lips.
This heart cries deep, in loving you so much
Despite cut of claws on your fingertips!

I can never change pains of fate and time.
Yet I cry my loss in poetic rhyme!

R.J. Lindley
Sept 23rd, 1976 

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Note- Old poem, slightly edited today to improve its form 
and omit sad and deeply personal messages vented at the time of 
its creation. Although its extra verses (altered or cut) to bring 
down to brevity of the sonnet form were very good, I will keep 
the original intact in my private writes, for my children to read 
only after I depart this existence.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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I Force My Drink, Dark Poison To Swallow

I Force My Drink, Dark Poison To Swallow

Chastise me in my deep, darkest sorrow,
young lad of hopes and meandering streams.
I long for relief now not tomorrow,
or next year in lost fields of shallow dreams.

My goblet of pain it over floweth,
into forests of low hanging black fruits.
There I rage in my hurt, ill wind bloweth,
on this soul with misery in its roots.

I force my drink, dark poison to swallow,
cherished within eye of this bitter storm.
Life in tatters, this spirit now hollow,
darkness and wicked cuts the daily norm.

Leave me alone, in this coal black quagmire.
Lost am I, in hell's burning fire.

R.J. Lindley
May 17th 1977

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edited today to meet ten syllable count and 14 verse sonnet form , original longer version stays private...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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The Dark Poet

A waking up, do I, Dark Poet, need
to shake my creature core from sheltered sleep.
A seed has taken root as bitter weed
that sprouts from disappointments buried deep
inside me, where a well-hid wild thing
with armored skin lifts groggy head to breathe.
No fire escapes its mouth, for it must cling
to courtesy although its blood should seethe.
If roused, the beast could overstep its bounds
and though I’ve tamed it well, I sometimes hear
in dusky dreams its melancholy sounds.
Before the dawn its murmurs disappear.
On bitter weed subsists my dragon child.
Oh, should I let it rest. . . or wake the wild?

For Irma's Dark Poet contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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That Day

On warm September day, so many years ago,
our home was then aboard a large Marine Corps base.
Expecting our first-born with new moms shared, and so
my neighbor, friend next door, came over to our place.

A favor she desired—to watch her newborn girl—
her little babe, just two weeks old, a precious one,
with chubby cheeks and rosebud lips, a tiny curl
upon her head—to babysit would be such fun.

Day after, all went well in early morning hours—
drank bottle in my arms then slept in her quilt bed,
bound snuggly in her wrap, soft white with pink flowers.
Before long, mama picked her up, and off they fled.
That next day haunts me numb denial, mourn...
the overnight crib death of my dear friend's newborn.

Sandra M. Haight

~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: Denial
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Judged: 08/01/2016

~10th Place~
Contest: Dark & Twisted
Sponsor: Nathan D.
Judged: 10/13/2015

Form: Sonnet in Iambic Hexameter
True Story from September 1958 

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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In a Dark Dark Room

The moon is full and white, and chill, this night, 
it cascades past my open window sill, 
and all the color fades to dark from light,
a monochrome of gray which can't be stilled.

The armoire's oblong shadow strays across the floor.
I watch it from within my canopy bed. 
A nightmare gallops through an open door,
a Pooka black as coal with eyes that bled.

Its jaw agape and gore froths from his maw,
as it slowly paws the cover from my bed,
a scream freezes in my throat, a bird-like caw,
he dips down for me to mount, and I am led.

Upon this demon spawn, I scour the moor
'til dawn descends to belay this foul glamour.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

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Under Tall Midnight Oaks, Darkness Awaits

Under Tall Midnight Oaks, Darkness Awaits

Under tall midnight oaks, darkness awaits
in shadows hiding from gleaming moonbeams.
No reprieve save that of graces of Fates,
man can not conquer such darkness with schemes.

Nature's force so often bent to its will
living forests can not be held to blame.
Those screeching echoes, send a blasting chill
make no mistake, evil is not a game.

When morn's sun forces blackness in retreat
man forgets chilling nightmares dark rain pelts
For its nighttime the monster comes to eat
chew your skin and spirit until it melts.

Dawn's gleam wipes away midnight's racing fears.
Should man pray and cry with remorse and tears?

Robert J. Lindley, 5-08-2016

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Seas Of Black Winds, Blast Walls Of Solid Stone


   Seas Of Black Winds, Blast Walls Of Solid Stone

    Fighting against waves, where night's bright moon shines
    In thought, a much needed stitch often saves,
    future life like seeded cones on green pines.

    Sealing doors, when escape demands harsh pays
    In their bravest deeds, heroes do much more
    than any that in their shame falsely prays.

    Deep dark nights, echoes ring chimes very clear
    With eternal hope, faith gifts saving lights
    loves united, dreams sent forth without fear.

    Dawn's bursting gaze, when black night terrors flee
    Happiness cuts deeply retreating haze,
    as new life and great joy cries let it be.

    Seas of black winds, blast walls of solid stone
    Tis little help, being bad to the bone.

    R.J. Lindley
    Feb.21st, 1976

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Now Your Love, Dwells There In Hellish And Lost Dreams

    Now Your Love, Dwells There In Hellish And Lost Dreams

    Deep the cold at foot of our abandoned bed
    where roses wilt, praying early frost to die
    Green-eyed monster laughing loud to be fed
    your new "friends" gladly providing the lie
    No pleasure in revealing this most foul deed
    no solace in showing past pain in new light
    Was too late once you took on the bad seed
    turning once bright day into darkest night

    What of fantastic past joys we had both shared
    morns wrapped in warm bodies refusing to rise
    In darkness, my soul and heart was ensnared
    took years to recover from that surprise.

    Now your love, dwells there in hellish and lost dreams
    My spirit glows in relief, in love's true streams.

    R.J. Lindley,
    Sept 12th 1976

    Sonnet, 11 on 10....

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    New Note( the old note and its cursing deleted)- These decades later the powerful dream still comes attempting to haunt.
    I wake with a smile knowing I survived and eventually prospered...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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The darkest shadows of the mind

The darkest shadows of a stricken mind
leading to persuations sorrowful,
an untoward effect of love unkind
for an enchanted heart once so hopeful.
Confusion ensued by kindness denied,
mixing reality with woes of lies.
Wrought with malice the forgotten mind cried,
but to minds dismay no-one heard the cries.
The darkness of the shadows unfolded,
strayed the mind toward dimensions unsound.
Thoughts of acts irrational, vision blinded,
puzzled view, the wit ever more confound.

What began as a dream of illusion
became an unsought sombre delusion.

T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Ask Not Why You Reap Such Ills

Ask Not Why You Reap Such Ills

Like a tight jar your fate rests sealed
Life strains under its heavy goals.
After death, truth's light is revealed
Lying lips are kissed by burning coals.

Loud roars cry out life is so unfair
Beg pay for merely knowing your name.
You play, wandering around with no care
Ignoring follies and your great shame.

You walk along a dark, forbidden path
With cold fingers jammed in your ears.
Cry about hard times and imagined wrath
Run from shadows and your greatest fears.

Blue dark day may wait for your descent.
You reap ill because you did not repent!

Robert J. Lindley

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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With Wasted Time on Decks Dark

When todays yield where tomorrows have too
And forests now instead are skylines then,
At gatherings held to contemplate who
No longer walks amongst more lively men;
Where angels thought would be seen high above
Welcoming spirits with cause to adjust,
As freshly blown bubbles scared seeking love
Still fragile, uncertain, worried they’ll bust;
Silence is heard outside family tears,
Filling up eyes viewing desolate gray,
Once all to tell has told all of my years
And nothing remains as left still to say;
Then this frightened ghost who’s floating alone
Watches as leaves read my name from a stone;

That Hell or Heaven by now should have called,
Drifts through my thoughts as I drift empty space;
What comes of glaciers in sunlight soon thawed?
Questions that echo near once was my face;
Boorish behavior swims back like the sea,
All my sins done God Almighty had seen,
Promises broken from words spoken free,
Inside me blossom sharp thorns that careen;
Yet, with no shame will good deeds done I claim,
Shouldn’t those count right along actions worse?
In fairness, too, were the two not the same,
For better than not were mine through life’s course;
Thus haunted I am, lacking direction,
Searching for substance in my reflection;

But now come trumpets that blast sonic boom!
Ending my musings as quickly they start;
Two shoreline shocked whales soon meeting with doom,
Screaming such horror that near stops my heart;
Over ears fly two inadequate hands,
Unable to quiet Satan’s cruel noise,
The loudest sound heard upon any lands,
Deafens and withers away specter’s poise;
Worsening still by what’s coming from skies,
Not thundered lightning nor weathery plight;
A spaceship, metallic, captures my eyes,
Flat, oblong, black and descending in flight;
Nearing so closely while hovering slow,
With no words still tells me where must I go;

Sheen outstretched ramp floats beneath unseen feet,
Up t’wards ship’s belly, this silver tiled beast,
Beckoning dead-men that feel obsolete,
Eager for heaven and spiritual feasts;
Now inside once again wrapped tightly by flesh,
Strolling dark decks but for me empty seem,
Nevertheless it feels nice to refresh,
Waiting for take-off and trips on a beam;
But, still I wonder who’s taken the helm,
Where are we going and why on a ship?
How long ‘til reaching this undefined realm?
Thoughts spinning in me refusing to grip;
Alas!  Through space, I sense fast as light-speed,
Heading for somewhere somebody decreed;

Rushing past planets and galaxies streamed
Viewed through a window that just now appeared,
Where too a young man I know that I’ve dreamed
Stands right before me who says “Don’t be scared;
I’m you as a child, just thirteen years old,
Sixty years sooner than what brings you here,
Long before long-winded stories you’ve told
Described our time as though you’d some to spare;
For what face is seen is one once given,
Not conjured by science found in a book,
And with your gift so long now you’ve driven,
Better together we take a good look;
Heaven can wait and God can too, you see,
For either sought you must first convince me.”

Submitted For:  
    To Boldly Go Where No Poet Has Gone Before

Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2016

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As I, Their Weak And Soft Human Flesh, Sat To Eat

As I, Their Weak And Soft Human Flesh, Sat To Eat

I have seen stars blown to dust, red moons rising steep
lives taken by the billions where death is a must.
Candles burnt out , before their red moon falls to sleep,
great empires destroyed, their monuments turned to rust.

I have walked blood-soaked alleys with neck bone in hand
bleached white bones crushing under my stomping feet.
Seen millions die making futile heroic last stands
as I, their soft and weak human flesh, sat to eat.

My name is Power- greed , pride, lust are my black game,
cherishing each hour my evil desires are met.
Men have called me many great and dastardly names
paid that heavy price as death wins my every bet.

So few can resist my alluring and dark charms
As my temptations brings lost souls into my arms.

R.J. Lindley,
July 25th 1977

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Old Note- From my private journal 7-25-1977...
Wrote a dark one tonight as bad blood raced through my veins
wicked the fleeting midnight hour and its agonizing flow.
In my mind, deep hatred calls for dark and bloody stains'
never will she the dark demon, this my mad urge ever know..

New Note--
A very bad time in my young life (age 23 years old, 4 months and 20 days), whiskey seemed to put me in a rare mood.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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In Dark Dreams

In Dark Dreams

In dark dreams, seeing visions of the dead
behind veils of space and withered grapes on the vine,
we that live, love our pleasures so much instead
paying scant heed to the coming end of our line.

Ah, but Fate dances about with a wicked smile
in shoes that have no merciful souls,
seeing through our indifference and clever guile
often destroying our life's most cherished goals.

Consider the ant- toils hard but dies just the same
while we dance in folly, no soles on our shoes,
to Death we are all targets just the same
ignorant and blind, wading in with no clues.

In dark dreams, blessed if we wake before they slay
In dark dreams, blessed if we but live - yet another day!

Robert J. Lindley, 9-18-2016

Dedicated to the three poets that replied to me recently in soupmail--
telling me to look up! --and WRITE...
I did, with no edits , no worry about syllable count.
Written a few minutes ago...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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When the air that we breathe becomes air we choke,
and the fires burn and consume all of our hope,
in the tears of anguish a nation will soak,
no longer could we the people hear the pope.
The skies will burn an angry crimson
and the corrupt will pay their dues,
pay for their crimes of atrocity and treason
with their lives as the revolution ensues.
But sometime in the future new problems will arise
with more people oppressed in all new ways,
cutting people down to their appropriate size,
all the way to the end of man's days.
In the cycle of humanity all will end in blood,
one day welling up in a world ending flood.

Copyright © Jonathan Siegel | Year Posted 2015

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Reaping Whatever Dark Gods Decreed

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Did we dare too much thus reap the bitter wind?
Dark, greedy days creep by, our lives grown far apart
Is this how such treasured and deep love dares to end?
Like cast away trash in a street beggar's cart?

Did we fail, reaping whatever dark Gods decreed?
Penny a ton, garbage flowing into a dump?
Nay my love! We both found our lost, bitter seed.
Fallen from a well-worn, broken treeless stump!

Why did we abandon the blazing heat of our lust?
Step into dark regions to satisfy morbid dreams.
We are thus decayed, our metal eaten with rust.
Joined Fates, destined to be on separate teams!

Yet my love, all you had to do was believe in me.
We both sharing truth from the same golden tree.

R.J. Lindley
Sept 16th, 1976

Old Note-- Life carries on, I find solace in wild woods, 
whiskey and memories....( Sept 16th, 1976 )

New Note-- Hope and Fate have conspired to let me live to see 
that youthful woes, follies and exciting life sought are the makings of sadness
that teach one must no stray too far from the LIGHT! ( 6-07-2016 ).

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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In Each Dark Battle Are Gems Still Hiding

In Each Dark Battle Are Gems Still Hiding

I linger far too long in past glances
repairing my heart from such ancient pains.
I that carelessly took too many chances
now look back at far, far too many stains.

No shadows that follow bear good tidings
where tired spirit seeks safe shade and deep rests.
In each dark battle are gems still hiding
in green forests upon snow covered crests.

Long has been the widening path taken
where night-moon and bright sun upon man shine.
All seems so lost but hope is not forsaken
death is dark-food upon which Fate does dine.

Tarry not, road slows, end-game is in sight.
There sleep, basking in its eternal light.

R.J. Lindley

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Dark Temptress

Near the lobby in the great room
we first make our rendezvous.
A breathy trip up to my stateroom
and I am at last alone with you.

I sense your fragrant muskiness
as I tease off your tenuous cover
and reveal the lustrous duskiness 
of your dark body to your lover.

As your wrap falls to the floor
and in all your glory you disrobe
the hungry demon waits no more
and I encup your tempting globe.

I cannot think what may transpire...
Shall I regret today's caprice?
But I cannot vanquish my desire
and sweet passion will not cease.

Deferred until tomorrow all guilt trips
and now, oh chocolate truffle... to my lips!

February 10, 2013

Inspired by Jon Cavanaugh's "Ode to Chocolate".

Copyright © Roy Jerden | Year Posted 2013

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Dark Coat-Tails

Naked as the day of my birth, I lay upon the floor
coverless and chill, eyes fluttering, closed, yet aware... 
inwardly I stare, counting chest rises, in despair.
My fear of onward life is more than I can ignore.
Outside, a fluttering of wings seeking to explore,
the haunting howl of wolf, whose mating call taunts, beware,
both harbingers of death; I grasp with each breath of air,
sending scorching ripples through a shaking fearful core.

Moonlight cloaks my sentient form, and heaven guards my plight.
Covers tossed, comfort shorn, I search for ribald tales
to return to me a bit of warmth and playful light.
A hoot, a yip, a chirping melody, which prevails
reminding me of the paths beyond the pale that invite,
for I am just a dreamer tossed, on night's dark coat-tails.

Date: 9/26/12
Contest: Dreams

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

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Oblivion mind,
wandering in thoughts.
Idiotic smile,
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love

Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love

Copyright © shadab shaikh | Year Posted 2013

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The Day Will Come

You’ll come to me one day and beg for love
Reminding me of heights we reached above
The dreams we shared and love we made so right
And how our passion burned till morning light

The day will come when you will need my bed
A haven was it then for weary head
You’ll come to me and beg to be led there
Where not just bodies but our souls lay bare

The day will come when you will ask of me
to take you back and give you constancy
You’ll beg of me to love you like before
But you don’t know, the lock is on the door

You laid me low, you broke me, and I died
The one who loved you, does not here abide

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015