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A Dark Curse She Still Comes To Torture Me

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A Dark Curse She Still Comes To Torture Me

O' my darling, why do you look like so ghostlike
Your creamy skin looks like burnt-over ash
Hole in chest, were you stabbed with a spike
But as usual your face still quite so fine.

Those long sexy legs as flamed burnt ash
And once beautiful eyes are hateful beams
Ah yes, your smile that won you loads of cash
Can no longer conceal your wicked schemes.

My dear, yes I still have that stomped heart
One you skinned with rusty fish skinners
Wickedness places high on evil's heart
As you feast on your blood-soaked dinners.

You are ugly, your dark spirit exposed
I see your pale ghost gnashing its sharp teeth
I regret forever, once you I chose
Your grave, pray I you are thousand feet 'neath.

Has been thirty years, do I your ghost see?
Why does your apparition now pester me?
I believe it, your curse is that damn strong.
Pray now, your spirit goes where it belongs!

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
Jan. 20th 1973

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She The Great, Amazing Author Of Her Insane Circus

She that fed impalpably on the ineluctable
In hellish hatred of the sad unfathomable
Eating tarnished pies of the mysterious ineffable.

Hellishly, hellishly, in battles hard fought
Truth abandoned in her unreasonable refusal
Her heart holding allegiance to psychic death.

Mentality was never to be her mighty enforcer
She rejected normal and courted the insanity
She mirrored her thoughts to embrace her vanity.

To her death would be, her brother sun perishing
For many months she went away, totally vanishing
She was the famed artist of her deep ineluctability.

She vomited raw food and pissed on the rest
Her loud laugh sounded as the hidden ghosts a'crying
But her sainted queenhood she said, nobody was buying.

Robert J. Lindley,
Verse, 1971

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Christina Bowring Date: 8/27/2023 11:24:00 PM This is a wonderful, vivid poem Robert - thank goodness it’s only a dream. You have a fantastic imagination which is displayed throughout this very well written, poetic poem. The last stanza in particular, is stunning. ‘ Pray now your spirit goes where it belongs’. A very dark but fascinating read. Thank you for sharing. Login to Reply

Quoth Theraven Date: 8/27/2023 9:44:00 AM Robert, "stomped heart // skinned with rusty fish skinners". Dark & salaciously sinister. Still somehow, reminded of Cohen's Anthem - "You can add up the parts, you won't have the sum // You can strike up the march, there is no drum Every heart, every heart to love will come .., But like a refugee -Richard Login to Reply Robert Lindley Date: 8/27/2023 11:15:00 AM Sorry, the verses came to me and I simply had to jot them down least I forget them. Robert Lindley Date: 8/27/2023 11:14:00 AM Thank you, my friend. "Ghastly was its hideous bite. It haunted its victims late night. With long fangs and dagger like claws. In its torture room so many saws. Blood dripping onto severed hand. She screamed, no more, no more I can stand."" RJL... ""She-devil that seeks to torture and kill. I tried to evade but had not the skill. First into me sank her long poison fangs Next a cursing song horned demons sang."" RJL

Eve Roper Date: 8/27/2023 8:44:00 AM Deep emotions expressing ideas of pain and despair with images. I too would wish ghost of the pass not come to visit. Enjoyed reading your poems. Login to Reply Robert Lindley Date: 8/27/2023 11:05:00 AM Thank you, my friend. A blessing to have to never endure that hostile and vengeful creature again! God bless you.

Vijay Pandit Date: 8/27/2023 5:18:00 AM You are at ease writing on love and emotions, Robert--whether on romance or break up--giving shape and meaning to memories of yore or now. I stayed glued to the end of your story. Rather dark but that is what the theme calls for when angst rattles as it ruminates. Login to Reply Robert Lindley Date: 8/27/2023 7:01:00 AM Thank you, my good friend. I am lucky that I started writing stories in the 4th grade. Watch countless movies and absorb many things. I had almost total recall of things I read or saw, as a kid and a young adult. Now at 69 that is failing. God bless you.

Valsa George Date: 8/26/2023 7:54:00 PM This evokes mixed emotions of horror and wonder. This, I am sure is a figment of your imagination. Did you have a nightmarish experience at sometime of your life or did you read a horror novel? Whatever it be, this has the feel of watching a horroe movie. Wonderfully captured, dear Robert ! Login to Reply Robert Lindley Date: 8/27/2023 4:50:00 AM Thank you, my friend. I made no note to the poem, but the first poem, if my bad memory serves me well, seems like it was from watching horror movies. Second poem was from my wild and very vivid imagination.. God bless you.

Robert Lindley Date: 8/26/2023 3:09:00 PM Thank you, my friend. Login to Reply Robert Lindley Date: 8/26/2023 3:11:00 PM

Sotto Poet Date: 8/26/2023 2:00:00 PM Robert, your poem is an exquisite work of art, showcasing your immense poetic prowess. It is adorned with numerous enchanting verses and brims with stunning imagery, skillfully crafted to evoke vibrant emotions, intricate metaphors, and breathtaking thoughts. Login to Reply Robert Lindley Date: 8/26/2023 3:09:00 PM Thank you, my friend. This dark poem was birthed from a nightmare I had the night before night. The verses just kind spilled out in rapid order as I composed. The second poem the same way. God bless you, my friend.....