Daniel Henry Rodgers Poet Lyric

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“The softest hand may guide the darkest fate.”

- Poet

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Murder Me with Cashmere

VERSE I  
she brushed across my shoulders
the bedroom light broke
a breasted scimitar—dancing thoracic throat
what I once outran—now presses my lips
she carried no black-wing omen
yet every breath drew near
purple velvet summons
Murdering me with Cashmere.

PRE-CHORUS I  
kiss drawn, the walls slant inward
and rouge, the dark-root took shape—
as if her inborne blackwork
could make the night a colourless drape.

CHORUS I  
Murdering me with Cashmere
tugging at my countless heartbeats 
stripping me down to bare nerve
Murdering me with Cashmere
touch that lifted a ceiling curve
a birthright that denied me standing

VERSE II  
the air lost a beat near her
piano shuttered its strings
her keratin ruled its hidden kingdoms
where songs outlived clipped-wings
one quick brush of softness
could tilt the atmosphere—
an unquestionable sovereign reign
Murdering me with Cashmere.

PRE-CHORUS II  
marrow-sapped, my bones bleached white
and oooh, my will to power grew thin
her presence pressed antique velour
against my browning-paper skin
a blue-litracution mocked my manly core

CHORUS II  
Murdering me with Cashmere
negating my defenses
melting my deep fear
Murdering me—only Cashmere
mist that would not recede
a spell that outlasted me

BRIDGE  
she stood there—the verdict given
queen without a crown
her secrets a crashing thunder
hinged to pin me down
and I—
climbed, she was higher
and her hemlock closed in—too near
I fell into her ghast-lit shadow
Murdered soft by Cashmere.

FINAL CHORUS  
Murdering me with Cashmere
kindness with a strangler’s grip
a calm that finished the work
Murdering me in Cashmere
queen in vestment of highness—
Lady Caledonia Blue— cyanotic.

OUTRO  
she brushed across my shoulders
the world skipped a breath to grieve
softness that occluded on my lungs and stayed
refused to let me leave
her after-mint lodged in my vertebral mind
thorn in every flowing tear—
the night she claimed my arrhythmic heartbeat
Murdering me with Cashmere.

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Valsa George May 5, 2026 at 5:32 AM Her romance is strangulating. Under her bewitching spell, you lost your manhood. She with her iron hands in velvet glove murdered you with Cashmere. With 'softness that occluded on your lungs she stayed and refused to let you leave.' I am sure you were in a real predicament. 'Her kindness with a strangler's grip' is frightening. This poem is a warning to men who find themselves imprisoned by the silken charm of seductive women. It is so hard to liberate oneself from their tightening clasp . A wonderful composition on the dual force of love.

Joe Maverick April 28, 2026 at 8:58 AM I'm afraid the funds won't run to it Daniel.' I hope no one is dissapointed.? LOL))))

Susan Ashley April 21, 2026 at 8:10 AM Dear Daniel, your poetic creation is a fascinating piece that seems to breathe as it reveals textures of dark romance with imaginative, expressive, haunting, mythic imageries. Your metaphors are beautifully crafted, I was especially struck by "thorn in every flowing tear" - so emotional, so tactile, soft and sharp at the same time. Your masterful pen spills ink of gold, my poet friend. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan Daniel Henry Rodgers April 28, 2026 at 8:34 AM Dear Susan, thank you for this beautiful read of the poem. You always notice the textures and the emotional grain in a way that feels deeply encouraging. I am grateful the line about the thorn in the tear reached you. Your kindness means a lot to me. Blessings, Daniel

Victor Buhagiar April 20, 2026 at 4:22 AM Ypo always manage to write great lyrics. The poem "Murder Me with Cashmere" explores the paradoxical intersection of softness and destruction, framed through a dark, mythological lens. Symbols of luxury and gentleness—cashmere, velvet, and soft hands—are depicted as weapons that "strangle" or "occlude" the speaker's lungs. Daniel Henry Rodgers April 28, 2026 at 8:35 AM Hello Victor, I appreciate your thoughtful take on the poem. You captured the tension I was working with, the softness that becomes something far more dangerous. Thank you for reading it with such insight. Blessings, Daniel

Silent One April 19, 2026 at 11:38 AM This is a really striking contrast between softness and destruction. The idea of being ‘murdered with Cashmere’ is paradoxical and powerful, it turns comfort and elegance into something overwhelming and consuming. I like how you express how there’s a haunting beauty in how softness becomes something almost dangerous here. It feels like desire, power, and surrender all wrapped together in velvet and shadow Daniel Henry Rodgers April 28, 2026 at 8:35 AM Hello, Silent One, your reflections always bring clarity. I am glad the contrast between comfort and destruction came through for you. You understood the heart of the piece, and I am grateful for that. Blessings, Daniel

Nette Onclaud April 18, 2026 at 11:41 AM oh. a gripping composition which assaults the senses in a' cathartic 'way considering the intricacies and madness of human behavior! Daniel Henry Rodgers April 28, 2026 at 8:36 AM Dear Nette, thank you for this powerful response. I love that you felt the poem as a sensory and emotional jolt. Your words carry such energy, and I appreciate you sharing that here. Blessings, Daniel

Sara Kendrick April 18, 2026 at 7:47 AM Wow!! What a song. Creative work for sure. Sara K Daniel Henry Rodgers April 28, 2026 at 8:37 AM Dear Sara, thank you for calling it a song. That means a lot because I wrote it with a musical pulse in mind. I appreciate your encouragement. Blessings, Daniel

Ink Empress April 18, 2026 at 5:02 AM Wow this is one of the best iv read from you ever, so creative, so captivating and theres a magnetic sensuality to this darkness that youv lyrically delivered dear daniel! Its something i wish i had written especially " murder me with cashmere" i cant praise that enough "her after-mint lodged in my vertebral mind thorn in every flowing tear— the night she claimed my arrhythmic heartbeat" such the intensity of romance and how one destroys one another so beautifully flowing here! Its a fave for me! Sending you light always! The psychological nature of it is so impressive! Daniel Henry Rodgers April 28, 2026 at 8:38 AM Dear Empress, your generosity always humbles me. I am grateful the poem spoke to you with that level of intensity. You have such a gift for naming the emotional architecture of a piece. Thank you for the light you send and for the favorite. Always one of my favorite poets and friends. Blessings, Daniel

Hilda Greenhough April 17, 2026 at 11:25 AM Your poem is truly a lyric, and a good one. Being a lyric, could it become a song? The only thing I might add, Daniel, you really have to be a little more firm with women. Joke intended. Daniel Henry Rodgers April 18, 2026 at 4:50 AM Dear Hilda, When I wrote this I was thinking about the song Jack the Knife and also Poe and thus the poem came forth. Blessings, My Friend, Daniel

Jay Narain April 17, 2026 at 11:10 AM Great poem. Daniel Henry Rodgers April 18, 2026 at 4:49 AM Hello Jay, hope you are well and thank you. Blessings, Daniel

Beryl Edmonds April 16, 2026 at 7:30 PM Murdered softly in cashmere, what a way to go. A wonderful write Daniel, enjoyed the read very much so… Beryl Daniel Henry Rodgers April 18, 2026 at 4:49 AM Dear Beryl, I felt a little Poe-esc when I wrote this poem. Thank You. Blessings, Daniel