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Delusions of grandeur

As she sits upon her self proclaimed throne
placing an imaginary crown made from stone
Frail old woman - her hair bristly and grey
Yellow teeth - rotten and plagued with decay
No creativity - deluded with no talent to show
Fire in her eyes rages - envy begins to grow
A false impression of one's own importance
Has led to an existence of no real substance
Send them to the gallows for punishment!
but she is a dictator with atrocious judgement
Doctors say it's a mental illness with no cure
Doomed are those with delusions of grandeur
But, to her nobody stops to understand why
the reason her behaviour is so erratic and sly
Alone for so long - without a love to call her own
Only thing she wants is appreciation to be shown

The Silent One
19 October 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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Emotionally challenged

My emotions are dancing to melancholic tones
but, I'm emotionally challenged, so don't feel it
Seduced by silence, one is afraid to use words
when set adrift by the intoxication of solitude
Somber November - a month not to remember
built up emotions exploding in mournful sorrow
Stubborn regret and battling egotistical betrayal
leads to the anguish of unanswered questions
Contemplating contemplation, but with conflict
stockpiling second hand emotions behind a mask

The Silent One
2 November 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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Images of feathers

"Once upon a midnight Poe"

Underneath the midnight mask, I remove the makeup at last,
The moon is anvil to my mood, mooring along the vacant vast 
I lay the Gin and Tonic by the bedside asking for more,
I hear a noise, a lost voice, the echoes of no rejoice,
I couldn't brush the light coming from the cracks under the door
I gave it some thought, 
My eyes twinkle, towards the tinsel tiles on the floor
Seemingly the light seemed to be deeming distance of resistance
Curiosity came in crawling and caressing 
To sense and taste of sinful skin 
Everything then grew thinner than thin
On the spur of the moment, I hear a whisper, my love is near
"Darkness there, and nothing more."

A nerve impulse hits the wall if nothing nary, nevertheless 
I sadistically, stagger a sullen movement, even so
In this moment, Edgar Whispered, "nothing more."
Many nights, I dram of demonic demons, demanding answers for
A sad --sadder voice, sits and whines, with the wind
"Merely this and nothing more!"
A notary, nauseate moment, sea sick, shipwreck sensation
Secular suicide spreading like gossip, sailing through my veins
Evilly and twisted, "This it is and nothing more" - that remains

Tweaking and repeating, the speeding of needing
My drugs of pain and passion, to end the delusion
Of the self-inflicted - bruising from the voices of my choices
I hear the whisper, a selfish whisper, asking for Lenore
How many nights, he comes into my room, dress like A Raven
Painted and tainted like the midnight dreary
Reciting the excitement like The Bells, of Annabel, in a rush
Never, never, nameless here forevermore, in my dreams
Under my evil doing skin, like the sum of sin is how it seems

On the nights, my soul mate does not appear, 
The anchor drowns and torments me with tears
I travel up in fear, of the fear, when my ghost is not near
Rattling and trembling, by the bedside, 
On the grim side of the mental moon, when in gloom
I scrape up my room, screaming to the bleeding, 
From my heart, who needs a killing, 
From a feeding and the feeling of letting Poe, go!

By: PD
Inspired by The Raven

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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Mirror Ball

I'm sure this hill is where it stood.
Amazing shapes of stuccoed wood.
A glass-brick, neon stream-lined place.
As if it flew from outer space,

A swing band auditorium,
An Art Deco emporium,
When romance, innocent in pace,
From dancing to a teasing chase.

The town grew west in modern haste
And down it came, without a trace.
The war and culture's change in taste,
Predestined doom, the past erased.

The future sighs, with solemn face
The wrecking ball, the glittered waste
No plaque to read "Historic Sight".
The swirling dust, a dance goodnight.

Gene Bourne

Copyright © Gene Bourne

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Elicit Illicit Lucid Dreams -contains nudity-

~JSLambert does not (currently:) use, or encourage hallucinogenic drug use.

    Telepathic psilocybin prescription erasing elastic depression. Competition 
wanes, just when nocturnal emission drains. Lifted poetic wing clipping. This 
party only makes sense to those encrypted with unconsciousness. Scalpel in 
hand, methodical break and entering, break dancing meninges remove 
portions of brain doin' the bitchin'. Ah, this immaculate incision! 

    Lucid dreams vacating turnstile vibrations, deteriorating horrific screams 
douching eardrums. Ultraviolet eyes fortified by THREES---Mind-Body-Soul, 
rolled up into one huge trinity. 
    I'm moving asses fantastic. Call me the "Proctologist of Poetry". 

    Electrify words, regurgitate, choke and vomit the crock of crap-ola. Venture 
down butter slides until the sky goes red. 

    Still too uptight to listen? (don't pretend in comments that you read this 
entire poem if ya' didn't) glisten, be kind, rewind, let liquid swords chop away 
fat weighing upon your forces. Once doors of perception swing eyes wide 
open. Devour the false to magnify hate. I love you the same. I love you, never 
in vain. Hearing your verse lifts a heavy curse carried in shame. 
    As a child, I had no fear of apocalypse, or world hunger. No, phobia meant 
running out of words to give, to receive, from lips. It haunts me to this day. 
Tho' the bliss of poetic language's kiss, soothes the cries. Altruistic sighs! Now 
we dance! Dancing Harmony times three equals harmonize! Tour your Third 
Eye, yir' Karma-eyes!

    To the heads that said, "NO CAN DO!"- We've weaved advice for you. File 
illicit deeds away, for in dreams we are connected, Siamese twins, at the 
wrist, spellbound paradise! Let go of doubt, negativity= below zero. Work it 
out! Crash whiplash angles 'till friggin' rectangles dangle through 
kaleidoscopes of style. Poet trees smear the cosmos. Let go! THREE will never 
be alone. Bestow the glow, thorazine vapors escape secret tombs where 
peroxide cleans wounds. Fusing two Toots in common with Nefertiti. THREES. 
    Elicit illicit lucid dreams gushing ejaculatory melodic screams. Orgasmic 
spasms...vas deferens between actual sacks and Staff of Ra polluted sticky 
streams. Peddle the bicycle high, annihilate attrition, like motivated Mormons, 
door to door men, on a worldwide mission. I love you, I miss you...witness the 
vision...alive in the schism!

*credit A.Horovitz, A.Yauch, M.Diamond, Billy Corgan

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO

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The Undyings' Curse

Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp
bones brittle snap within her clasp
A lonesome howl the moon does draw
vigil broken, it twists its maw 
Upon an arena of endless stone
the granite gates they’ve passed alone
And entered a world of burning eyes
eluded the judge of smoldering cries

A faultless gait, no stumbled draw
a reaping brought  by scythe and claw
Opal edge which shrouds a cause
aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws
Dictate a script, the stars can share
an open secret, a language bare
Steps continue, feet are drawn
across gray grass, undying pawn

Copyright © Avery Swarthout

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Come to my boudoir Cheri
I am here all for thee
In red and lace
I shall entangle you will love
Entice you with lust
Tease you till desires run dry
You shall be the knight who rides my thigh
In the bonny highlands we shall have our romp
Meadows and fields of summer scent and breeze
I shall wrap you in my honey warmth
Mine, all mine you will be
Wrapped, entwined around my wee finger
Enslaved with love
My love
You belong all to me

Copyright © arthur vaso

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Water Wall

As he slept in tranquil dream, 
Suddenly he flew, it seemed. 
Thrown and landing on the floor, 
Shaking walls and splintered doors. 

Just as quick, the room grew still. 
Distant tremors he could feel. 
Out the door, and up the rock, 
There he stood in sleepy shock. 

How could oceans disappear. 
Then a hissing he could hear 
And a trembling, heavy roar 
Headed for an empty shore. 

Sunrise turned a greenish hue, 
As he climbed, a better view. 
Seeming far too large, he saw 
What must be a water wall. 

Thought of ancient stories told 
Of a wrath that could unfold; 
Sucking oceans with a breath, 
Spewing endless waves of death. 

Instinct quickly cleared his mind. 
Panic now, he clawed and climbed. 
Up, despite the screams he hears, 
As a village disappears. 

Once an evil came to call, 
Scooped them up and took them all. 
Now he's old, his stories wane, 
Of the morning Satan came.

Gene Bourne 




Copyright © Gene Bourne

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If sorrow cloaks the surface of your soul 
And chills the warmth that turns your wishes cold, 
Unchain the hidden anguish in your hold,
Releasing tethered truths that must be told. 

Your clever wisdom, once conceived as real, 
So blinded you to feelings kept concealed. 
Inducement starts when you at last repeal 
The law you self imposed, a false ideal. 

Beginning chapter one you sense a start. 
Ahead we veer, adjust and reembark. 
In time the doubts will pass, from our concern, 
Devotion grows in knowledge two must learn. 

A flaming passion, uncontrolled, will die.
Insightful ones will dodge the seering light.
The quantity is not where truth abides,
The quality is where forever lies.

Gene Bourne


Copyright © Gene Bourne

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From Pinnacle to Cynical

From Pinnacle to Cynical 

When we were young
We had our dreams
But, in our future we would find
That many times along the way
There were mountains, we must climb
But with the strength  
That comes with youth
We foiled every peril 
And hiked the broadways to the top
Until the path got narrow
Yes, in our way, we reached the top
And then became quite cynical 
For our decline, we could not stop
In descending from that pinnacle 
It matters not, how far we reached
Upon life's twisted routes and bends 
It's knowing that we've seen the summit
And that our journey, must slow, then end
                                                   By JTCurtis

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis

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No Deposit, No Return

Your wishes can't regain,
A thrill so long ago. 
To once again reclaim 
A past you wouldn't know. 

You view a different dance, 
With unfamiliar tune 
You pine for lost romance, 
Yet treasure not the Moon.

Meter - Iambic Trimeter (Cataletic).
A-B, A-B Rhyme.
Gene Bourne.



Copyright © Gene Bourne

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Angry acts begin. 
Harmful words would never flare, 
Count to ten then once again. 

Wildfire spreading fast, 
With mistaken, muddled acts. 
Smokey aftertaste will last. 

Then finessed assaults, 
Vainly exit, pride intact, 
Casting blame, the other's fault.

Friendships fall head-long, 
Disarrayed in stumbled steps. 
Puzzled reasons blurred then gone.  

Gene Bourne.


Copyright © Gene Bourne

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A Choice

Peace again rules My  Day
Comforting.... in a pleasant light hearted way
Nature draws me near
Banishing all my fear
Thank You Lord
For giving me Light
Holding me Dear through the Night
It is a Choice that we make
A Dream this Love must not forsake
Take my hand and come with me
There is nothing if you follow the dark
Eventually you become the mark
It is never to late to swallow your pride
Humble is a lasting stride..... 

Copyright © Ninette Carey

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The Birds, They Were So Silent

 The Birds, They  Were So Silent

I raced away early one bright morn,
running in clouds so very fleet
The birds, they  were so silent
deathly stiff on a frozen icy sheet

Crossing bridge to glimmering lake
no worries, time was on my side
My charms would do me right
in this was my everlasting pride 

I will find my lover's heart 
bruised and battered it may be
As sure as life is a sweet fountain
my words shall bring her again unto me

I'll kiss her hands and her pretty feet
she will sway into my loving arms
A vision of pure heavenly delight
again falling for my arrogant charms

Our lives now by guile reunited
time will flow like a raging flood
The Love of My Lusts,
shall live and eat in my blood

Summers shall be our playtime
winters for hot steaming nights
Time will yield to my magic
as my love sees wonderous sights

In the depths of this dream
she shall obey my hot desires
As I step from the dark shadows
to set ablaze her deepest fires

No heartaches , no terrible worries
life and love sets its steady pace
No tears shall ever fall across
the beauty of her loving face

Dancing into my long aching arms
into this sweet dream she shall dwell
No harm will I allow to visit her 
as I seal shut the dark Gates of Hell

She will love me all the more
as we step into another golden realm
Sea shall envy her growing beauty
as I sail this ship steady at the helm

The ages crack into this deep mirror
joys are now so viciously denied
She now doubts my deep, slavish love
as my jealousy exposes my darkest pride

When time brings in its destroyer
love may stop cold in its track
I am but a love lost dreamer
thrown down upon my broken back

Yet again look into my heart's mirror
the dream I made come alive for you
There is such goodness in this fantasy
you my life, your love governs all I do

I stand at this scary precipice
your hand is my greatest want
Love sends its everlasting glory
except when it mercilessly don't

You my darling hold the lasting key
late in this dream time stands still
My desires are as shallow nothings
measured against your true loving will

I raced away early one bright morn,
running in clouds so very fleet
The birds, they were so silent
deathly stiff on a frozen icy sheet

Robert J. Lindley, 11-23-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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How, When and Why

According to my neighborhood, 
(All experts on the topic), 
Opinions vary, none too good, 
One called it "Catastrophic". 

Exterminators sigh, refrain 
Condolences, I'm sorry. 
At City Hall, they're shocked, exclaim
They have no such Department 

To know that squirrels are running wild, 
I hear them as they scamper. 
An attic is a sacred place, 
Secure, not meant to tamper. 

Their next move, chewing all the wire 
And gnawing through the rafters. 
I hear them squeak a vermin's choir 
And hear my own crazed laughter. 

That life dare heave this final ho, 
But agents know thier timelines. 
The hours when the house is shown,
Their outdoor play, the best time.

I also left the scheduled due
When freight train horns will pass through.

Gene Bourne


Copyright © Gene Bourne

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Introducing: Carl Fraser & Poet Destroyer

Oh Paint me a far away horizon
Across a tranquil azure sea,
Where sits a peaceful deserted island
Where no one lives but me
Free from prying eyes and greedy lies
Free from scars that never heal
Let me be free to just be me
Instead of someone who isn't real
To live out my days giving thanks and praise
To my creator in heaven above
And leave behind the noise of worldly toys
And just bask daily in his love
To be stripped of pain by the spirits rain
And washed until my robes are clean
For I've had enough of my fellowman's company
And I'm disgusted by what I've seen
So I will step into my painted horizon
Framed in a forever state of bliss
And I turn back only for a fading glimpse
As I blow the world a farewell kiss.

       Laced by the seas we see, you beg for a life so far
       Far from all I've dreamed of, tranquil and spirit rain
       A once false painted paradise,
       Bliss, a farewell kiss, drowned by old heartache
       Not knowing where it's coming from
       Yesterday, I woke up to a new skyline,
       The horizon, formed by your eyes,
       Across a tranquil azure sea
       Far from all existing companies, you stood
       In front of the ocean - your ocean!
       Sailing on the calm side of the turquoise sea
       Stripping back into the innocence you once were
       A gentleman, caressing the oats in a peaceful state
       The moon breaking your once trusted mind
       The silence of heaven heals every scar inside
       Redemption is a secret we beg for
       It was always you, someone lost, misguided by love
       Somebody, I once dreamt of, A dream lost out at sea
       Calling out for me --- you chose to pray alone
       Repelled by the world so cold, yet here I stand
       Alone, on the other side of the farewell kiss
       For you, I paint a faraway horizon of bliss, my friend
       Waiting -Dreaming -Escaping --- In another lifetime

       ~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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Devil Damsel

Singing in soundproof water…
I am an eel starving from the aftermath deception of home 
Living there for so long, I finally notice the danger-
The peril of staying in a dwelling full of jagged teeth chomping…

To a forest of underwater vines,
I flee and take the slippery reigns
I crave for the Land of Tipping Time to sip marriage on this drafty midnight;
Though all I see is…
A ceiling of water craving the stars’ gentle gleam…

Night is exploding gently…

A pair of demon eyes are flowing through a black trench in short spurts of motion
The very trench I have escaped from
I know…I know…it’s waiting for me to retreat…
Schools of glistening silver fish zoom by, 
Never giving time to lose light
I would ride on their unified backs if I could ascend the depths of pain...
Take hold of the slippery reigns…
Before those eyes fade away….
When they do, you shall know the Devil is no longer on fire
Long put out, long put off,
Sinking into the screaming
Trailing off into the wayside chomp of defeat

The wailing whales echo their whistles below
Calling out to the mute thrashing and screaming 
There is no reply, but a sinking feeling
And the sudden brush of…
The tip of a colossal mouth ascending from the deep
Reaching heights only to devour and bring you down
To the skeletons of too many waterdwellers…
That couldn’t find a way onto the silvery backs of their guardians 

Do not tell me that is where I am heading…
I am just an eager eel looking for a new home…
You there...yes, you...
Make up my mind…

For night is exploding gently…

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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You and Me

by Mel Eyas Dicdican
In the days of my sorrow
I am wandering like a sparrow.
Happy days have passed
But my love for you will ever last.
Thinking of you for a moment
Could at least minimize my torment.
Neither my love can reach you
Nor my hands can touch you.
Even if you are gone
But I cannot forget everything you've done.
I love you with all my heart
And nobody could tear it apart.
If only I could turn back time
I would make sure to make it sublime.
But I am only human to change the world
And my strength cannot afford.
All I know now is to cherish the past
And wait until my days last.
If in this world we are not meant to be
Hope in the next would be you and me.

Copyright © Mel Dicdican

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So Words Become

So words become; the order of the day
and order of the day becomes
the soldiered meaning of all work and play,
the ever present, beating drums.

Then words become; the lure of the lie
and liars lure every son
with shadows of gold 'til they all but die,
to retire, to be, to be done.

And then, once again; the words become
the order of every day
to sleep, to awake, to be dead and done,
'til all words fly, ever away.

Copyright © Tom Hitt

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Unreachable Reach

Unreachable Reach The days go by And you go on, A lonely migrant on your shore… The air is clear, The water, calm, What is it you are searching for? The sun is bright, The sea gulls sing, Their sweet music eludes your ears. For deep within You hear your tune, A symphony of dread and tears. We know not why Your heart is sad When such joy all around you sings. You say you long To make your way To chase those dreams with golden wings. But you should know, Dreams come and go Above your barren, narrow beach, Where the sun is bright Where the sea gull sings— Although no sight of golden wings— True dreams are just within your reach. © Sandra M. Haight 2015 All Rights Reserved ~8th Place~ Contest: Just Within Reach Sponsor: John Lawless Judged: 04/21/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight

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The Malcontent

Fate rewarded some who came, 
Daily problems quickly solved. 
Wisdom thrived in their domain, 
Joyful as their lives evolved. 

You distorted what you saw, 
Public minutes, private years. 
Never witness to the flaws, 
Hidden turmoil, muted tears. 

Eyes, reflecting wrong side up, 
Squint through nickelodeans. 
Brilliant microscopic dust
Floating through what might have been. 

All delusions bring the same,
Different versions of yourself.
Time can't alter what remains,
Single bookend, empty shelf.

Gene Bourne.


Copyright © Gene Bourne

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Jim, now rich, bought a wee li’l islet;
there he lived, with ten men and a starlet.
Changed his partner each day,
heaved and huffed till they say,
the islet is now, the town named Scarlet.


The story's not over, he's not decadent.
Send away the men, he just simply can’t;
they built the town housing,
the roads and some building
for starlet Scarlet, whom the islet was meant.

21 April 2015
Humorous Poetry Contest - 4th Place
Sponsor : Thomas Martin

Copyright © Kim Patrice Nunez

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She is more

She is, exactly what he wanted to see
His erotic fantasy
Every teenage boys playboy bunny dream

Look at how you come onto me
Lost, destroyed soul is all i will ever see
U disgust the innermost,
deepest feelings in me

She is the beauty queen
The one from your dreams
She doesn't even look like she bleeds
Imagine how she screams...

Perfect without a flaw
Take her on the wall
Have her spread all over the floor
Dont even close the door
Look at what you all came here for

Destroy her pride
Till shes got nowhere left to hide
Give her your might once more
Until she cannot take it anymore

Look into the eyes of all your lies
Realize every hurt you've given in your life
This is your whore
& now shes all bloody and sore
The same girl next door,
that u begged for more

You've burnt your soul to the core
A deed done
With blood on your hands
Listen, to your screaming fans

Shes just one of those,
that you used to love
You stole all her fairy dust 
and turned it into lust.

Copyright © Dani Elle

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My clone, all day it follows me.
The person that I want to be.
It always says that it is me
But never really is.

My clone, it knows another way 
to see the world I’m in today.
But it is different in one way,
it has nothing within.

My clone, it wants to find out now
who is the better one somehow.
It acts and talks just like me now
but still is just a version.

My clone is gone forever now.
no more life left inside now
because I fought it and just now
I slowly watched it die.

Copyright © Holly Laudenslager

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A stranger passing

A stranger passing                                   Gail Gilbride
A stranger passing would never notice
the colour of fynbos
and wild raw woundedness of grief
foaming in a back corner.
By Sandra Hill

Curled up
hugging my body
huge well of grief.
The bubble protects me
with its golden light.
Swirling body of pain
heart-wrenching wrongs
unspeakable accusations
from a feverish jealous godless mind.
A stranger passing would never notice
my escape. The shy deer treads softly.
Gentle eyes make careful contact
as I turn swiftly follow him
my gipsy skirt flimsy
my body firm intact.
In nature untamed
colours glisten
the colour of fynbos.
Words fly in the ether
still find their way to my ears
thrust the unspeakable upon me
wielding evil power against me
wounding fatally.
Every fibre rebels.

I reach up snatch those words
try to assuage
the wild raw woundedness of grief.
And even here
where the shy deer treads
and all is snow covered
pristine innocent-seeming
I wait.

 I know they will find me.
There is no escape when
a veneer of civilization covers
barbaric cruel hearts
foaming in a back corner.

Copyright © gail gilbride bohle