Hold high the lamp to chase away,
The shadows dark that hide the way;
Lest sleep become an unwelcome guest,
That keeps you from you lonely quest.
The first step taken, a journey started,
Does not begin with the faint hearted;
Wipe the tears that live in the past,
And look to the future where light is cast.
The tireless quest has just begun,
To shed the dark and find the sun;
To heal the hurt that caused such pain,
And put some joy in your life again.
Let me hold you close and help you find,
The peace you need to heal your mind;
Now's the time to make a new start,
To help you heal your broken heart.
The dark times are here
Days don’t end without fear
Crime is now prime
Life can be lost for a dime
The police has its own ways
Defense is in such a disgrace
Everyday starts with a scam
And our heads hang in shame
Judges are being judged
And everything is fudged
Even souls behind the robes
Are deeply under Probes
The thing that makes it work
is bribe that make up as Perk
Roads are smaller than potholes
Politicians are bigger than Assholes
The time has come, to weed
People who act in greed
People may struggle to live
But they know how to believe
It is we who make up this land
And we have the courage to stand
The darkness is here to rule
Need spirit of the Dark Knight in each Soul
Need spirit of the Dark Knight in each Soul
She sinks into the dark abyss feeling lost.
Tendrills of darkness curl around her, burning her flesh.
A cold, dark venom seeps into her heart.
Tears stay frozen in place, unmoving in the darkness.
Her memories flash through her head like they're on a movie screen.
Just as she's about to be consumed by the darkness she see's a narrow tunel of
light.
She remembers her friends.
She remembers her family.
She remembers the one she loves.
The light grows larger and closer.
She floats to the surface, encompassed in light.
For days we mount white stallion,
going westward,
far from the black stone path
The beast pants,
but carry on
with fire in its eyes
New shoots down-trodden in the channel
I taste the straps on forerunners
deep beyond their dermis,
way pass the dark transgression
we obtained,
yet we hold this sin so dear;
a real peril to the end
I felt wind urging hoofs,
and heard the soil of a mother
calling from soles;
support for imperials
Mattocks pulled new soil
to conceal the cries
If philosophy changes,
there’ll be songs I’ll never sing,
but for now I’ll walk streets eastward,
and survey scuffles
while watching my reflections
on dark footprints
In hope the hoofs are hushed
I’ll lay me down
on fertile bed,
whence I will seep along common path
unto all taste buds
The earth will carry me,
as thick as blood
The Dark Poet…
Creeps below in the darkest places
Like ants with chemicals to burn
While unsuspecting cheerful people,
Know not when it is their turn.
Sucking juices from the living.
Herding unsuspecting friends,
Like cattle chomping grazing ground,
Traversing veins where life soon ends.
Armed with reigns to disillusion.
Documenting endless frights.
Ferociously inflicting wounds.
Blazing blood on dusky nights.
Choosing bites with evil flare
Like vampires stalking passers-by,
Dragging hope to shadowy lairs,
The darkest poets will fly or cry.
NOTE After Judging: OK FRIENDS!!! I admit it. This is really about ants!!! I wanted to support the dark poet contest...and well! After the contest, I changed words to bites and die with cry. LOL It was fun even if it wasn't dark enough to win. LOL OK It is dark way down under where those ants live. LOL ENJOYED! Congratulations to the real dark poets winners! Smiles, Dane Ann
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
May 20, 2010
Poetic Form: Quatrain
The Dark Poet
The poet losing touch with life
Faces fear untold
Reality just slips away
Powerless to make it stay
When his demons seize a hold
Deep dark thoughts pervade his mind,
Worms infect his brain.
Empty void of utter darkness
Shut away from light.
No one understands his pain.
Feelings twist, turn, and tangle,
Things he can’t explain,
Oozing mud and pull of death
Beckon to a place beyond.
Is he going quite insane?
Digging, delving, dread... then hope
In his troubled crown.
Memories of long ago
Things he thought he didn’t know
Walls come crashing down.
Time will tell if he will heal,
Escape this dark perdition.
Strength and courage he must have
Going down this lonely path
In search of his redemption.
~~~
When I Consider the Rage in Me
When I consider the rage in me
That life should end – for life should be—
That heartbeat---is a sacred thing—
Beat --my heart!-- and think-- my brain!
‘twas dark before I op’ed my eye,
And dark again one day ‘twill be,
But this is my day, and so I cry
When I consider the Rage in me.
JVB Haarlem, The Netherlands, 23 December, 2003
Dark dark the jocund space with downy flesh
Black bannered hideous gloomier than rest
Under the low hanging tattered rugged sky
Float clouds dark tortured low lit as night.
A shoal of bats deep as rust
Tight footed damp smeared descend
Over the houses streets and creeks
Invading the dark deep dungeons in heaps.
The dungeon of my brain creeks and racks
While the shoal of obnoxious foxes descend
Each one fighting and probing deeper headed
Sucking last drainage of my refelled blood.
The fury of my blood has made them blind
In bunches they grope shriek and prowl
Blinded nerve rotten hindered to crawl.
Tired and thick with banging their heads
Against rafters spokes nails and knives
Hopelessly will hang themselves over cobwebs
Dimly constrained lured dumb and defied.
There they will hang like hope forlorn
Pitted from the depth drums will be sounded
The likes & days of noisier time will sanction
The shades of escape then will be outbounded
Hands of doom will climb to clutch their forms
And squeeze their brains along bloody hawthorn.