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Midnight

When chimes within the midnight hour,
In a frenzied rush of regret,
Casting shadows on the flower.

Revel in the last sun shower,
Lest time should find you owing debt,
When chimes within the midnight hour.

When youthful blush renders sour,
Sweetness of days we oft forget,
Casting shadows on the flower.

Many souls are seen to cower,
As death appears in silhouette,
When chimes within the midnight hour.

The ticking clock gives up power,
A million minutes have been offset,
Casting shadows on the flower.

Laid to rest where worms devour,
but Spirit escapes death's banquette,
When chimes within the midnight hour,
Casting shadows on the flower.


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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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Raven Undone

I

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


***
--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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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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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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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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Shadow Of A Doubt

Only in the light of reasons we sprout
Do we seek our destinies by the shore.
Can there be a shadow of a doubt?

To this type of thinking we are devout
But only to this one kind and no more:
Only in the light of reasons we sprout.

And now we know what it’s all about.
The passion and war that we abhor.
Can there be a shadow of a doubt?

This method of logic we can’t do without.
But it’s been around for ages in lore
Only in the light of reasons we sprout.

This is the life we complain about.
Strangely the one we explore yet ignore.
Can there be a shadow of a doubt?

Before we can grasp it, we want out
Due to the complexities of logic. For
Only in the light of reasons we sprout
Can there be a shadow of a doubt.


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Girl In Red Cotton Hose

Barn dancing, taffy pulling, bobing for apples
Enters the girl with the red cotton hose 
Riding in a wagon pulled by horse of gray dappled

Prettiest girl, girl of his dreams, her smile was ample
Asking her for a dance he's so glad he chose
Barn dancing, taffy pulling, bobing for apples

So much fun those community socials one can't grapple
At the notion, meeting new people where love can grow
Riding in wagon pulled by horse of gray dappled

Fun in the hay all the way as they rode as a couple
Now more fun inside the barn my she has cutest nose
Barn dancing, taffy pulling, bobing for apples

Bobing for apples showing her how to grapple
All the way down, show her how it goes
Riding in wagon pulled by horse gray dappled

So much fun with the girl in red cotton hose
Some day after love with her grows their children goes
Barn dancing, taffy pulling, bobing for apples
Riding in the wagon pulled by a horse gray dappled


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Away

Softly she enters the path into wood
Dressed in summer's white linen, black hat unband
Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood

In bloom today trees ..dogwoods, cottonwood
She carries her butterfly net in hand
Softly she enters the path into wood

Tiny little girls become sisterhood
Drawn to nature are they, bugs, blooms, and
Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood

She spies butterflies in the thick hardwood
Escape today,  play her spirit's demand
Softly she enters the path into wood

Away from the creekside where sometimes flood
Away into the scary woods not planned
Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood

Away she goes into the deep away 
Stray away from everyday dismay
Softly she enters the path into wood
Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood


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The Chimney

The chimney now stands alone
Without the home that was filled with love
A relic of what once had been gone

All the children left for places unkown
Father left many years ago for above
The chimney now stands alone

It once radiated warmth from its stones
As mother cooked meals unconceived of
A relic of what once had been gone

The chimney now stands alone 
Once it glowed with warmth that was made use of
Family gathered around, sweet potatoes thrown

In the ashes and coals, now the family is unknown
They're gone to different parts of the world, deprived of
A relic of what once had been gone

Children studied lessons once by the flame
Now no one even knows any of their names
The chimney now stands alone
A relic of what once had been gone


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Visit

Comes your way this wicked something.  Beware 
Of the Banshee wails seeping into dreams.
Eyes closed and with calming breath, say a prayer.
	
An effigy looms overhead take care.
In the distance a requiem doth scream.
Comes your way this wicked something, beware.

From deep slumber you awake with a scare,
Colour fades as ice moves through your bloodstream.
Eyes closed and with calming breath, say a prayer.

Sound is lost upon your lips, naught but air,
Movement is but a fading sunlight’s gleam.
Comes your way this wicked something, beware.

Tracing your face with its bony finger,
You see soulless eyes bathed in blaspheme.
Eyes closed and with calming breath, say a prayer.
	
A storm busts through the closed window with flair
And with the flicker of the candle he
Comes your way, this wicked something, beware.
Eyes closed and with calming breath, say a prayer.


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When you compete with no one

Follow your heart, to thyself be true
do not fear the coming of the day
when you compete with no one, no one can compete with you

See the gray as gray, the blue as blue
your eyes are your greatest gift, don’t let them slip away
follow your heart, to thyself be true

Men will argue, women will croon
but in your mind the decision will be made
when you compete with no one, no one can compete with you

Ghosts from without and from within will try to spook you
but you need never feel afraid
follow your heart, to thyself be true

Strangers try to hold you down and keep you to the rules
but it does not matter what they have to say!
When you compete with no one, no one compete with you

You are the maestro, call the tune
and your symphony you shall hear the whole world play
follow your heart, to thyself be true
when you compete with no one, no one can compete with you.


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The Heat of Love

Feel against your chest the tune of my heart’s beat,
The separation between our bodies is quite a shame;
We flee that prevailing sensation of immense heat.

Your lips grace mine; I taste your mouth tender and sweet,
Upon my bodily form you have certainly staked your claim
Feel against your chest the tune of my heart’s beat.

You lock hands with me as we walk this street
Into my ear you faintly whisper my name,
We flee that prevailing sensation of immense heat.

The thumping upon the grounds emits from our feet,
My eyes are captivated by your imposing frame,
Feel against your chest the tune of my heart’s beat.

Entangled within each others souls no other shall we greet
Our love is a candle, within our hearts the flame,
We flee that prevailing sensation of immense heat.

We have overcome many a callous feat,
Togetherness remained our endless aim.
Feel against your chest the tune of my heart’s beat,
We flee that prevailing sensation of immense heat.


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Domino effect

Barbarian heroes, men of respect
Amazon women, plotting to barter
And legends preach of Russian roulette

And legends preach of Russian roulette
Ritualistic roles, a common martyr
Barbarian heroes, men of respect

Barbarian heroes, men of respect
Are icy cold in mountain flakes
And legends preach of Russian roulette

And legends preach of Russian roulette
Far from warm light, raising stakes
Barbarian heroes, men of respect

Barbarian heroes, men of respect
The pre-empted massacre looms
And legends preach of Russian roulette

Acoustic sounds, resourceful doom
And purpose lost, enforced, entombed
And legends preach of Russian roulette
Barbarian heroes, men of respect  


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portraits of the subconcious

Flowers find their way into restless sleep
Conscious nightmares make for weary dreams
She stands there idly, smoking her cigarette

Following the path to find nothing in the end
Reaching the end to find it all starts again
Flowers find their way into restless sleep

Remaining still in order to remain unseen
Shadows hiding what remains to be seen
She stands there idly, smoking her cigarette

Falling angels make the best shooting stars
Burning up in the atmosphere in dreamland 
Flowers find their way into restless sleep

Bringing back the throbbing on the inside first
Staring blankly into the night sky, she waits
She stands there idly, smoking her cigarette

Sometimes the tourniquet don’t really work
Then the dreams seep into the waking mind
Flowers find their way into restless sleep
She stands there idly, smoking her cigarette


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Grey

A past once treasured, held so dear,
A fleeing thought she wished to stay
Once more the heart sheds a tear.

Change is this lady’s greatest fear,
Now she holds the infinite future at bay
A past once treasured, held so dear.

Others look upon, seeing this as queer,
Dreading the night she seeks only the day
Once more the heart sheds a tear.

Her path is vague, very unclear,
Her vision black and white, blind to the grey
A past once treasured, held so dear.

The fire hunts her, coming near,
She is no longer the warrior, becoming the prey
Once more the heart sheds a tear.

She has uncovered it, she is here,
From the trial some path, she did not stray
A past once treasured, held so dear,
Once more the heart sheds a tear.


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Some Sensation

Somehow I sailed inside the sky
Without the help of man-made toys
'Twas like my soul became my eye

Released from chains; "temptations spy"
Did I reincarnate with poise
Somehow I sailed inside the sky

And like a bird I learned to fly
Above creatures that carried noise
'Twas like my soul became my eye

The firmament swallowed my cry
Floating beyond the youth of boys
Somehow I sailed inside the sky

Sensing a change, different am I
I saw my flesh as vacant toys
'Twas like my soul became my eye

A dream differed of God's reply
Inside my veins of troubled joys
Somehow I sailed inside the sky
'Twas like my soul became my eye