Science in discovery
Creating Frankenstein’s mate
Companion support
Considered Monsters at large
Electricity reaction
Experiment during a lightning storm
Romance rushed the air
Frankenstein and his sweet mate standing together
A sudden embrace
Husband and Wife
Neither will be alone
No fanfare Wedding
Just plain and simple
Comparison with care
Perfection in creation
Face to Face attraction
Masterpiece sensation
Love found its component
No one would have ever imagined
Love found its spot
Frankenstein acquainted with his sweet
Their love can’t be beat
The sundown forming a shape of a heart
Love on and continued bliss
Frankenstein 1818
A long time ago, there was a creepy guy from 1818.
He stood very tall in green.
The author Mary Shelley told the story.
Way back then it was gorry.
To create a creature.
Held up in a castle not to be bothered.
A scientific experiment.
With lightning for evidence.
A race to write the best horror story.
In black boots with metal rods in his neck made history.
A gothic novel in a laboratory.
A monster that came alive.
Frankenstein was as tall as the sky.
With electricity, his brain was fried.
8 Foot tall.
Hideous and deformed in the dark.
No pitch fork, no fire.
Just a monster created through literature.
Dress up like Frankenstein for Halloween.
Stand tall in green.
Butterfly, 'tis plain to see
we are enchanted, so, with thee.
You inspire us to write poetry.
"You are beautiful", I say and sigh.
That we love you, it's no wonder why.
Yet, when I see the way you fly,
I ask, "is too much nectar like wine?"
You do not fly in a straight line,
my dear insectoid Frankenstein.
Horror-stricken and
struggling in pools of cold sweat…
ghost of Frankenstein
It’s hubris, I suppose, down in my soul,
To think the ends will justify all means.
And thinking that all rules are drab and dull
I end up being blown to smithereens.
But truly I know what is for the best!
Thus, whispers little demons in my ears.
Consider it a type of sacred quest
And follow your own heart and not your fears!
If it can at all be done then it should.
Don’t worry about any consequence.
After all, it’s for mankind’s greater good!
How science lacks in good old common sense.
What keeps me safe in not crossing that line?
God’s good grace and the ghost of Frankenstein.
I feel nothing, and everything.
An empty echo.
Trapped, screaming but yawning.
I go unheard.
There is a spark,
A promise of reanimation
In endless pools of blue.
I can die and live
A thousand lifetimes
In an interlocked gaze…
But what happens
When the jolt
No longer
Reanimates
The dead.
You’ve really done it this time Frank.
You’ve made the worst mess ever seen -
A monster, hideous and rank,
A disaster, vile and obscene.
For yourself, what d’ya have to say?
Well, says Frank, “I did it my way”.
We know the dire story of Jekyll and Hyde
Where a man’s potion made his nature divide.
In real life, it’s not easy to separate
Ourselves like eggs and potatoes on a plate.
If man is made in God’s image, then it’s fate
That God has some evil, and men replicate.
Everyone, everywhere, has a bit of both -
There’s evil in us all, a cancerous growth.
You might look at yourself and ponder on, sir,
Which is Frankenstein and which is the monSTER?
I never trashed my convictions
She told me what I wanted to hear
To conceal and concede
People say take 2nd place
I can't watch a player take my roll
Settle for atrophic friend
happy to be at the beginning of the book called If I had a wish
Was I head over or over my head who knew
Did I take abuse
I was my only believer
I wore the paint that wouldn't last
Where is wrong
When the truth is hiding in the past
She was my junkie
We fed off each other
honor before icecream with your cake
We were intimate
But strangers on the street
When I say I'd love to change the world
Cause we're going the wrong direction
It grinds my clothes dry
Now I know I was her Frankenstein
Roses are red, goblins are green
Just like my buddy, Frankenstein
Well, it’s February fourteenth
And I don’t have a valentine
So let’s declare it Valloween
And now, my love, won’t you be mine?
Take the dead;
use their parts
to make a wretch,
this morbid art—
Frankenstein, Frankenstein!
You are to blame
for the deadness
in your heart.
Great scientists
applaud you,
what— because you
play a god!
Frankenstein, Frankenstein!
Broad paths
are better
left untrod.
Look in the mirror;
See the true beast!
You are the nightmare
stealing your sleep!
Oh, Frankenstein;
The self is the
monster that haunts
you—haunts me.
On Halloween beneath the full moon
Both the Wolfman and Dracula drools
The fun will begin when the Witches drop in
It's another night out with the Ghouls
You'll find a host of dancing Demons
Followed by Ghosts and Goblins galore
There'll be flesh to dine at Club Frankenstein
You just pick what you want off the floor
All the drinks comes straight from the vein
But don't worry if a few drops spill
You can tell your friends the feast never ends
Until everyone's had their fill
It was the eve of Halloween,
In a mansion on Haunted Hills.
The yearly gathering of Ghouls,
For poker and a couple of chills.
The Mummy was first to arrive,
Then the Wolfman and Frankenstein.
All were guests of Count Dracula,
Who offered each a glass of wine.
They all sat down at the table,
A game of stud poker began.
The Count drew a large flush,
But the Mummy had a better hand.
The leader after a few hours,
Was the Wolfman in leotards.
Frankenstein was in a rage,
Cause he was drawing lousy cards.
He stood and kicked back his chair,
And threw the table across the room.
Just as they were about to fight,
In came the Witch on a her broom.
Said, "You boys are acting crazy,
So let me help you understand."
"All your money just left the room,
In the hands of The Invisible Man."
They call me the poetic master
a genius storyteller
writing poetry
channels the inner Frankenstein in me
with a simple press of a key
in each rhyme and stanza:
I can craft a lucid love story
into a dynamic Romeo and Juliet tale!
I can craft a smooth nature poem
into an oil painting of figurative language!
I can craft a facile poem of Bahamian nationalism
into a rejuvenated national anthem!
I can craft a plain tribute to persons I admire
like producing life like clones from rented samples of their DNA !
I can even craft a vague comedic poem
into a skit on Saturday Night Live !
Can you tell which way the wind blows
An echo always knows
What needed to be said
Ringing still , in your head
Pain rain nothing left to gain
All left a stain
Beauty gets tainted
Painted
All fades with each tick of a clock.
Hearts close and lock
Hide that key
Let no one see
My Frankenstein heart
stitched carefully,
But unsure if it can or will , restart
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