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( Do you have a favorite poem of your own that you love, but that few others seem to respond to? I have posted this here and elsewhere before, but only received one short comment in all that time. Still, it has an ambiguous story and bubbling darkness that I just adore! (And that 14-10 rhythm is a fav of mine). I hope someone will find it as fun as I do ... this time. ;o) ) 
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'Whatcha say we spin a jig?' She said from 'neath my tongue,
     Her almond bittersweet the queried tang ...
So naught but few, the moments 'til my belfry's bell was rung,
          And thus with such euphoric, sexy clang.

"Do the worst and mock, you beast!" I bellowed at the moon,
     Now feeling quite as tho' I ruled the world ...
For I, Mad Molly's mournful feast, would feign her lover soon,
          And off this craggy ledge, be gently hurled.

The surfy sirens, leagues below, were pounding with my guilt,
     And screaming that my sacrifice should be
Mad Molly's choice and reckoning, for her's the heart 'twas jilt,
          Her tempers raging stronger than the sea.

But she had promised me a dance, and I would not be spurned,
     Thus twirling 'top those ledges like a fool ...
My arms and legs akimbo while I tossed and jigged and turned,
          So soaking in the moon's pearlescent drool.

I danced with crazed abandon, as Mad Molly laughed and cried,
     Each dark regret and demon bleeding free ...
But I couldn't blame her anymore, for how I'd sinned and lied,
          'Twas time those hells be given to the sea ...

"I hate you through, but love you more, Mad Molly," I'd begun,
     The surging surf below, did plead and roil ...
"Please, kiss me deep now, Molly, for our time on earth is done!"
          Then off we waltzed ... into the mortal coil.





("Molly" is the street name for 3, 4-Methylenedioxymethamphetamine, or "Ecstasy", C11 H15 NO2)


Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 11/6/2019 6:57:00 AM
I like it! Molly, to me, was a voice in the protagonist’s head, until I read the note at the bottom, then it made sense... beneath the tongue... I like how we are whirled into the sea on an inner typhoon of madness... still at the end it all feels like a rather cheerful adventure - you pull us into the warped logic of it all. Nice rhythm/rhyme scheme too.
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Gregory R Barden
Date: 12/8/2019 2:47:00 PM
Oh, I am so glad you enjoyed this one, Nina, that means a lot to me ... I had a feeling you would appreciate it's little ambiguities and intricacies - I LOVE to write in this vein, with a sort of dark exuberance ... having the last laugh at death, so-to-speak. Blessings, Dear Poet! :o) <3
Date: 11/5/2019 12:20:00 PM
Well written and fun, although the surf and turf at the end was tragic. I think I commented on this one first time round no? Thanks for the memories! Funny captcha is wah
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Gregory R Barden
Date: 11/5/2019 3:48:00 PM
Thanks so much, John, much appreciated ... the only comment I ever got on this one was from Ralph (Sergi) ... but I had an idea you'd appreciate it, despite the dark subject matter. Blessings, Bud! :o)
Date: 11/4/2019 11:38:00 PM
"I danced with crazed abandon, as Mad Molly laughed and cried" - so much fun to read and visualize!
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Gregory R Barden
Date: 11/5/2019 3:39:00 PM
Thank you so much, Caren ... I am quite proud of this one, though it's not the happiest topic or conclusion. It contains all the elements that I love poetry for, and that's rare to hit upon ... at least for schmuck writers such as I. Blessings, my friend! :o) <3